I'M BACK SUCKAZZZZZ

Hahaha you thought you could get rid of me!!! Well, TOO BAD, you're *enters Ariana Grande mode* ~stuck with me, stuck with me, stuck with meeeeeee~

In all honesty, though, I missed you guysssss!

*cough cough* although I technically wasn't gone—I just stopped posting...hehe we love an unmotivated queen

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(Also, I know I posted this before oneshot #48 but I just got so fed up with YouTube because it won't let me upload my animatic, which sucks but whatever)

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P.S. GUESS WHO GOT A LAPTOP FOR HER 17th BIRTHDAY!! MEEEE!! Now I can actually work on projects year-round and not having to worry about turning in my laptop to the school before summer!!

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Hi!! This is a "double special". Basically, It's just two oneshots in the same update. The first one is REALLY short, so this seems fair.

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This first one is a DJWifi conversation based off of a funny tumblr thing I saw

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Enjoy!!

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Alya Cesaire felt her phone buzz several times in a row, to her annoyance. She took a break from editing her blog post and frowned in confusion. Who would be texting her right now? 

She mentally listed who was busy---trying to figure out who would be texting her. Marinette was on a date with Adrien....Nino was taking a shower.....Mom was busy with the twins....Dad was still working at the zoo....

Yep. She couldn't figure it out. At last, she unlocked the phone and looked at the screen. To her surprise, it was Nino. 

She curiously scrolled through the thread of messages with a snort of laughter.

Nino_Bambino: Alyaaaaaa!!

Nino_Bambino: Babe

Nino_Bambino: Plz help! 

Nino_Bambino: There's a moth in here and it's gonna get meeeeee

Nino_Bambino: You know what I'm bigger than it

Nino_Bambino: He doesn't scare me

Nino_Bambino: NEVERMIND HE MOOED

Nino_Bambino: *moved

Nino_Bambino: It's on the shampooooooooo

Nino_Bambino: Babe seriously answer me I'm scared

Alya was beside herself with laughter. She collapsed on her bed, hugging her stomach, and face planted in an attempt to muffle her giggles. Several minutes later, she calmed down enough to shakily type out a response.

Alyaboutthatbass: Alya is dead. You're next. Love, Moth.

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AHAHAHAHAHA

I loved coming up with those usernames lol

For those of you who don't know, "bambino" means "baby" or "small child"

Also, Alya's username is a reference to the song lyrics "You know I'm all about that bass, 'bout that bass, no treble"....etc from the song "All About That Bass" by Meghan Trainor.

Also, it was not an akuma---it was an actual moth. But I thought it was funny because in the funny text I found, it actually WAS about a moth. What a hilarious coincidence!! XD

Here's the original:

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Onto the second update!!!

I wanna dedicate this to bleh_unicorn because they made this request forever ago and I COMPLETELY FORGOT!!! AHhhhh I'm so forgetful! That was rude of me---regardless that I didn't mean to! I'm so sorry!!!

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Request: Chat takes Katie's advice from Oneshot #13 and pays more attention to Marinette

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Also, I am very sorry, but Adrien is oblivious+stupid times a thousand in this oneshot.

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"Okay, guys, see you tomorrow!"

Adrien watched intensely as the girl parted from her friend group. He narrowed his eyes and leaned a little more over the bench he was behind---trying to get a better view of her.

"Are you serious right now?!"

Adrien frowned and blindly moved to cover Plagg's mouth as he made sure not to take his eyes off the girl. "Plagg, be quiet---you're distracting me."

The black kwami pushed his hand away with a pout. "And with good reason! If you don't stop stalking Pigtails soon then someone's gonna call the police on ya! You know what, I might even do it myself!!"

"Shut up, Plagg, I'm on a mission!" The blond boy hissed with a dismissive wave in the kwami's direction.

Plagg groaned dramatically. "No, you stupid boy! This is not your mission!!"

"Yes it is!"

"It isn't!"

"Is!"

"Isn't!"

"Is!"

"Isn—"

"—Katie said to pay more attention to Marinette!" Adrien exclaimed at the infuriating black cat kwami. "And here I am, paying more attention to Marinette!"

"NooOOOooooOOOoo you Banana Brain! She meant for you to get to know her more---not stalk her!!"

"Tom-a-to, tom-ah-to!"

"No," he flew up to Adrien's face and booped him on the nose. "Tom-a-to, tom-listen-to-me-to!"

"Tom-a-to, tom-no-Plagg-you-always-give-the-worst-advice-to!"

"Tom-a-to, tom-name-one-time-to!"

"Tom-a-to, tom-the-Great-Mullet-Descision-of-2020-to!"

"Oh," Plagg winced. "Ya got me there. But in my defense, you looked pretty hilarious with a mullet."

"Father didn't think so."

"Yeah, well," he shrugged. "It's not a surprise---I don't think he's ever laughed in his life."

"Maybe he just doesn't think things are worth laughing at."

"You wanna know what is worth laughing at?"

Adrien grew suspicious. "What?" he asked and raised an eyebrow.

"You. Pigtails left while you weren't looking!"

"What?!" He whipped his head around in the direction she had been walking in. "Plagg!!" He groaned. He reached out, grabbed the mischievous kwami, and frustratedly stuffed him in his shirt pocket before he took off in her direction with a sprint.

It was along the way that he realized that this wasn't her normal route she took to her house. She always went straight home after school, so why was she changing her path today?

"Something's up, Plagg." He muttered to the kwami as he continued to run. "Katie wouldn't tell me to pay more attention to Marinette unless she had a good reason. And all of a sudden, Marinette changes directions before going home? I'm worried she's up to something."

Plagg scoffed. Actually, he didn't just scoff—he howled with laughter, cackling loudly, and rolled around in Adrien's shirt pocket as he cried with mirth over when he had just said.

"Hey! Knock it off!" The blond boy said, defensively, as he could feel his kwami struggling to breathe through his laughter. "I'm serious! Plagg I think---" he bit his lip and slowed his pace down to a walk. There---many meters ahead of them---was Marinette. Even from a distance Adrien could see that she was walking at a brisk pace---she obviously was on a mission. But to do what?

The teenage boy quickly set off at a run again—this time, he was careful not to thump his feet so loudly. He slowed again when he was a couple dozen feet behind her so she wouldn't hear him. He watched as she quickly looked around her before turning a corner and walking straight into an off-road alley.

The moment she disappeared from his sight his heart dropped into his stomach. 

"Plagg? I think I know what Katie wanted me to keep an eye on Mari." Plagg's faint wheezing breaths were the only response he got, but he finally voiced his fear out loud. "Plagg, I think Marinette is Hawkmoth."

"BWAHAHAHAHAAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!" Plagg burst out in hysterics to Adrien's horror. 

He quickly covered the kwami's mouth—fearing that Marinette had heard the laugh and knew that she was being followed. When she didn't come darting back out of the alley, however, he took a breath of relief. She must not have heard him.

"Plagg, what was that?!" He whisper-yelled at the little black creature rolling around in his palm with the effort to try and muffle his guffaws. 

It seemed to him that Plagg might actually be dying of laughter. He looked around in suspicion. Was there an akuma around? Did they have a power to make people laugh until they died? And more importantly....was Adrien's theory about Marinette correct and did she send a laugh-attack akuma?

"I promise I will find a way to take down whatever akuma has caused you to get this laughing-sickness, Plagg." He said, dramatically, and laid the kwami down on a bush.

"No, wait, Adrien---" Plagg wheezed and held out a flipper towards him. "I'm fine!" His throat was even more hoarse, now. "You're just an idiot!"

But it was already too late. Adrien had already ran off to follow Marinette.

"Oh Good Gouda," Plagg said, wiping tears of laughter from his eyes. "He's so stupid!!"

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Adrien made his way down the alley, in search of the girl with raven hair and bluebell eyes. Oh wait, that made it sound like he was looking for Ladybug—that's not it. Ahem---in search of the girl whose name was Marinette. That's better---much more specific.

To his surprise, the alley led to a dead end. He whipped his head around, scanning the trash piles and ultra-high walls. Where did she go?

"Hiyahhhh!!" A war cry burst out from above him.

He gave a start and looked up in time to see the fist a split second before it made contact with his face. At the same time, someone kicked his knee to the side, threw him off-balance, and gave him a roundhouse kick to the chest. He flew back several feet and landed in a trash heap before he could even exclaim in surprise.

"You thought you could sneak up on me?!" An enraged voice cut through the ringing in his ears. "Well NEWS FLASH, buddy, I'm gonna kick your---OH MY GOSH, ADRIEN?!"

He managed to elicit a small groan in response. "Ohhhh I can't feel my face." He tried not to sound panicked as his words slurred together.

"Oh good lord," Marinette whispered in her state of shock as she stood before him. "I just hit you." She blinked rapidly, concern morphing onto her features. "Oh good LORD I just HiT you!" She rushed forward and tenderly held his chin in her hand, forcing him to look at her. She quickly examined the pupils in his eyes. "Ohhhhhh Adrien please don't black out! I'm so so so so sorry! I didn't know that you were the one following me! I thought it was some creep!! I'm so sorry I used martial arts on you---are you okay? Are you bleeding? Is anything broken? Are you dead? Oh good lord we can't get married and have three kids and a hamster if you're dead! Adrien!! PLEASE say something!"

He slowly gained his bearings and blinked. He raised a hand to rub where the back of his head had collided with the edge of the trash bin he was now sitting in. "Nice kick."

Marinette stared at him in shock. "SERIOUSLY?! That's all you say?!" She sighed and held a hand in front of his face. "How many fingers am I holding up?"

"Six?"

There was an awkward pause at his words.

"It was two." She gingerly pulled him out of the trash can and braced an arm around him. "We need to get you cleaned up. Come on."

Adrien gave a yelp as she hoisted him up and carried him in her arms with a strength he never would have guessed she had. He blushed furiously as he realized she was carrying him bridal-style. She, on the other hand, was actually the furthest from flustered than he'd ever seen her to be. Instead, a grim determination set over her features. It seemed like her problem-solving instincts were the only things that could combat her stuttering and shyness.

"Okay," Marinette said with a relieved sigh a couple minutes later. "We're here. Come on, let's get you checked out."

Adrien---in his dazed state---had no recollection of her taking him to the bakery, up the stairs, and into her room...but that was because he'd been too occupied with staring at Marinette while she carried him. He blushed and abruptly clambered out of her arms and onto the floor.

"A-Adrien!" She said in a panicked voice as he landed on the rug. She quickly knelt down next to him and started looking for more injuries. "You shouldn't have done that!!" She groaned. "You could have hit your head even harder and blacked out!"

The blond boy gave an airy laugh. "Don't worry, Marinette, I've had way worse injuries."

"What?!"

Oh wait. He probably shouldn't have admitted that to her.

She grabbed his hand and held it tightly---looking very concerned. "When?! How?! Did someone do it to you?! I'll---I'll avenge you! Don't worry, Mon Cheri! Just tell me their name and I'll be right back! I just need to make sure that they'll feel the wrath of La---!"

"---Marinette!" He panicked. "Please don't kill anyone---it---it was me!"

She paused in her rant and looked at him with a confused expression. "What do you mean?"

Oops. Adrien gave a nervous and definitely fake chuckle. He couldn't tell her about that time when an akuma had thrown him into a pole, or when he was stuck under a water mill for who knows how long, or when he'd been punted across Paris by Hawkmoth....

"It's just...I'm..." He hesitated for a second. "Madly clumsy. I'm so clumsy."

Marinette's face registered a look of shock. She gave her head a slight shake to clear it. "It's just a coincidence..." he heard her whisper, slightly. "Just a coincidence that he knows those exact words....That's all it is..." She blinked and pasted a fake smile on her face. "Well, uh, just try to promise to be more careful, okay?"

"Okay."

"Great. Now, let's see what we can do for you." She stood up and looked around her room. "No offense, Adrien, but you smell bad."

He groaned. "Yeah, I can tell."

He watched in interest as she sifted through some boxes near her sewing desk. Oh wait, he was staring at her again, wasn't he? The blond hurriedly busied himself with literally anything else---opting to gaze around her room. He noticed that there had been some changes in the décor since he'd last been there. The bedding had been modified—probably by Marinette, herself—to include other patterns. Accent colors had been added to objects around the room. He noticed that a springtime green color was the more prominent addition to the color scheme. Hmm, he didn't know Marinette liked green. He didn't know why but whenever he pictured her he always associated her with the color pink. Not that he pictured her often...hehe

"Here you go!" Mari's chipper voice startled him.

He gave a slight jump before turning towards her. He accepted the items in her arms—not really paying attention to them—and indicated the room.

"I didn't know you changed your room," he said. "It looks nice. I like the touches of green."

She gave him a smile. "Thank you. I'm happy with how it turned out. I only started on the project about two months ago and finally finished putting it together last week."

"I'm guessing that you made the blankets and cushions by hand, then?" Adrien nodded with approval. "It looks really good!"

She blushed at the praise. "Thank you."

A comfortable silence fell over them. They stayed like that for a few moments—gazing into each other's eyes and smiling. Marinette cleared her throat after a bit.

"Uh, you can take those," she indicated the clothing items she'd handed him. "There's a bathroom across the hallway where you can sh-shower and get changed."

"Uh, yeah, thanks."

He gave her an obliging smile and made his way out of the room. He followed her directions and closed the door behind him. He turned to face the mirror and came face-to-face the reflection of his blushing self. He patted his cheeks and frowned.

"Stop blushing," he muttered to himself. "Why are you blushing?!"

After a couple minutes' effort, the blush finally died down.

He sighed and looked down at the countertop—finally taking a moment to examine the clothing items Marinette had left him. A long-sleeved green sweater was folded neatly and rested on the top of the stack. He picked it up and held it at eye-level to admire the flattering crew-cut neckline. Underneath was a simple belt light-tan belt. And at the bottom was a pair of light-colored denim jeans. He examined the outfit with a smile. Marinette wasn't just a genius—she was a perceptive one. She'd apparently taken into account the little things that he liked—like his preference on crew-cut necklines over button-ups. The ensemble was obviously designed for him, specifically.

Darn it, Adrien realized with a groan. The blush was back.

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"So, uh, how did you know my clothing size?"

Adrien watched as Marinette gave a slight shriek of surprise when he suddenly walked into the room.

"Don't do that," she gave a breathy laugh and pressed a hand on her chest. "You scared me!"

"Sorry," he apologized—even though he actually wasn't sorry. "But seriously, though." He indicated his outfit and raised an eyebrow.

"Oh, w-well..." the girl twisted her fingers nervously. "I-I got it off of the official Agreste-brand website--they have your sizes listed there. You see, I've been working on a project for a while." She smiled, excitedly. "I'm trying to design a line of clothing! Or, well, kinda. Really, I've just been designing clothes for all of our classmates and am trying to have them match the same color scheme so we can hopefully take pictures in them! So far, I've done everyone's outfits except for mine, Ivan's, and Alix's."

"Even Chloe?" He smirked.

Marinette let out a miffed groan. "Yeah," she pouted, slightly. "Even Chloe. I wasn't going to, at first, but I had a really awesome design for Sabrina's but she said she wouldn't do it unless I included Chloe, too. On the bright side, though, Chloe might not like my design and might never wear it!"

Adrien snorted with laughter. "That's got to be the funniest 'bright-side' that I've ever heard."

"Thank yo—"

A chime cut off the end of her words. Adrien rummaged around the room in search of his phone. At last he grabbed it and turned it on. When he saw the message on the screen he gave a disappointed sigh.

"Natalie says father's looking for me."

"Oh, of course. I totally understand."

"Actually," he looked at her, hopefully. "Could you do me a favor and walk home with me? I don't wanna have to call the Gorilla to come and pick me up. He's nice and all, but he isn't really one for conversation." He gave a weak chuckle and rubbed the back of his neck.

"Sure! I'd love to!" His heart gave a squeeze as Marinette smiled, brightly. She quickly darted to her closet, calling, "Just let me grab my purse and my phone!"

"T-Take all the time you need!" He called after her. He brought a hand to his chest where his heart was giving Mexican jumping beans a run for their money. He felt the flush on his face increase, as well. "Noooo," he whispered to himself. "Stop acting like this, Agreste! What's wrong with you?!"

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"No way! You're kidding!" Adrien laughed.

"No, I'm not!" Mari giggled. "I heard Jagged Stone, myself! He denied that he knew Lila—because she was lying—and called her a 'manipulative little sausage head!'"

The blond was having trouble walking because he was laughing too hard. "Oh my gosh, that's wonderful!"

"I know! After I heard about it, I told him that he was my hero!"

"Really? Why not Chat Noir?"

"Chat Noir? Well, he's a great superhero and all, but I'm talking about everyday-heroes. You know, the people who do little things that end up having positive and big effects to you. So, Jagged Stone is mine." She smirked and nudged him with her shoulder. "So, what about you? Who's your everyday hero?"

Adrien hesitated for a second. At her words, admittedly, Ladybug came to mind. But she wasn't an 'everyday hero', as Marinette called it. No, she was special in her own way—with her superpowers, snarky attitude, and sharp wit—but she wasn't someone he interacted with in a civilian sense. At last he came to a decision.

He turned to the girl next to him and nudged her back with his shoulder. "It's you."

She stumbled. "Wha--? Me?!"

"Yeah, why are you surprised?"

"Because I'm me. I'm not an everyday hero!"

"You're right," Adrien conceded. He leaned closer and booped her on the nose with a smirk. "That's because you're a special hero—a hero who goes above and beyond for the everyday heroes. You're the everyday heroes' hero!"

They walked in silence for a few more minutes. The blond chuckled when he saw she was still blushing from his praise. She was adorable when she was flustered.

"So," Marinette finally broke the silence. "I have an awkward question to ask you."

"What's that?"

Marinette paused in their walk. Confused, Adrien came to a stop beside her.

She took a breath. "Why were you following me, today?"

Oh. Yeah, this was an awkward question.

"Umm," Adrien rubbed the back of his neck, nervously. "Okay, this is gonna make me sound like a total creep, but I was watching you to...um...make sure you got home safely." He rushed to come up with an explanation so his story wouldn't sound so fake. "You see, I saw you going off in another direction than you normally do after school, so I was worried. So I just followed behind you at a distance to make sure you would be okay."

Marinette breathed a sigh of relief. "Oh, okay, that makes sense." She flashed him a sheepish smile. "Sorry I worried you. Its just that I went that way so I could pick up some new fabric," she explained. "There's a store down that street that a woman I babysit for owns and she sometimes trades me babysitting jobs for fabrics that aren't in that high of a demand."

"Oh," Adrien laughed to cover his guilt. They picked up their pace and continued heading to the Agreste mansion.

Seriously, though, what was it that had possessed him to imagine that she could have been Hawkmoth?! Especially since from the few encounters the superhero duo had had with him—they knew Hawkmoth had a deep and sinister voice. And also he was sure that Marinette could have come up with better costumes than the ones the villain had been wearing under Hawkmoth's control.

"I'm sorry, by the way."

Adrien looked up in a daze. "Huh? Sorry for what?"

"For kicking you into a trashcan in a dirty alley."

He let out a laugh. "No worries, Mari," he assured her. "I'm all better now. Besides, I was really impressed with your strength—I wouldn't want to be on the wrong side of your fists. You were, like, crazy strong—do you work out?"

She flushed bright red. "N-no, I don't."

"Really?! Well then, you have amazing form." He leant down and gave her a suave wink.

To his astonishment, she did not get flustered, again. Instead, she smiled confidently and winked back at him. "Yeah, well your form looks even more fit than mine." Her eyes widened as soon as the words left her mouth. "Ahhh! I'm sorry I didn't mean to say that!"

The blond laughed loudly and puled her into a hug. "It's okay," he giggled as they pulled apart. "It was actually kinda cute."

He didn't think it could be possible, but Marinette's face grew even more red with a bright blush. "Uh--I—ble—ge...um," her stuttering was even worse than normal. Finally, she resorted to pointing over his shoulder and mumbling something along the lines of "We're here."

Turning around, Adrien found that they had indeed reached the gate of his house. He turned to the girl and smiled. "Thanks, Marinette, it was fun to just talk with you. Even though I ended up scaring you at the start."

She let out a relieved giggle. "It's fine."

"Either way," he reached over and grabbed her hand. He quickly brushed his lips on her knuckles. "I can't wait to do it again—the talking, I mean, not the following you part."

"Y-yeah, sure. It—it was fun!"

He grinned and released her dainty hand. "Until next time, Mari."

He walked in through the estate entrance—waving 'goodbye' to her all the while. The large door closed behind him and he made his way to his room. Upon entering it, he face-planted onto his bed with a contented sigh.

"Enjoy your time with Pigtails, Banana Brain?"

Adrien didn't even need to lift his head to know it was his kwami. "Yes, Plagg, as a matter of fact, I did."

"Soooo, how'd it go?"

"Oh, Plagg, it was great!" He suddenly sat up, hugging his pillow. "She was so funny, and smart, and pretty, and cool, and—"

"—I told you, you dumb-dumb!" Plagg interrupted. "You would have realized that all sooner if you'd just listened to me and spent time with her instead of stalking her!"

"Yeah—well—" Adrien sputtered to a stop and hung his head. "Fiiiiine, you're right."

"Yes! Can I get that in writing? Actually, nevermind—can I get that in cheese?!"

Adrien ignored Plagg's pleas. It wasn't often that he admitted that his kwami was right...but this situation did kinda warrant it. Maybe Katie really did mean for him to get to know and pay more attention to the charming things about Marinette.

Man, he really was an idiot.

BONUS

<<Time skip back to when Marinette was walking Adrien home>>

The girl smiled as she watched the pair make their way down the sidewalk. She tucked her long hair behind an ear and pulled out her notebook titled Ships Gone Right. She sighed and crossed the name 'Adrienette' off from the list.

"Aaaand there's another couple that falls in love before me." She shrugged her shoulders placed the notebook back in her bag.

Getting up from her seat at the café, she slung her overpacked backpack on, payed for her food, and started to make her way home.

"I—haa—hate—haa—physical exertion," she panted as climbed the steps to get level with the bridge. She stopped halfway along the bridge and leaned against the handrail. "Who—haa—in their right mind—haa—would run for fun?"

Ironically, at that exact moment, a group of people wearing racing numbers on their chests jogged past her. The line was long---they seemed to just keep coming. She watched them and gave a mix of a scoff and a laugh.

"Of course, there would be a marathon right as I said that. Of course." She shook her head with a small smile. She sat there as she waited for the rest of the line to pass. To her annoyance, however, the runners did not ease up. The young woman tried not to look too impatient as the people continued to inadvertently block her path.

She sighed and looked at the time on her phone. "Well, I guess I'll just sit here and wait unti---ahhHHHH!!" She screeched as one of the runners collided with her shoulder as they passed by.

There was a muttered "Sorry!" as they continued to pass by, but it didn't matter—she was already knocked off balance. The girl's arms windmilled around her as she fought to stay upright. In the end, however, gravity got the best of her. She gave a small shriek as she toppled backward. The backs of her thighs hit the handrail and inertia sent her toppling over the side of the bridge. Or, at least, she would have if someone hadn't had fast reflexes.

She cried out as the arms cinched around her waist with a yank. She groaned as the person behind her started pulling her back over the rail.

"W-Wait," she coughed. "Don't worry about me—save the books!" She gestured to the backpack cutting into her shoulder.

She could have sworn she heard a deep and surprised chuckle behind her. She scoffed and addressed the unknown person behind her as they hefted her to safety.

"I'm serious! They're probably taking up half of my weight! If you grab them first then you can pull me up after because then I won't weigh as mu---aaahhhh!!" She yelped as the arms tugged her up in a jerky movement. In a fluid motion, the person had pulled her and her heavy bookbag over to the safe side of the bridge and set her feet down on the ground. She squeezed her brown eyes shut and gripped their forearms as the affects of vertigo threatened her. "Are you crazy?!" She hissed at them.

"Are you okay?"

"Does it look like I'm okay?!" The brunette pried her eyes open enough to fix a glaring squint at the boy in front of her. "Why didn't yo---" Her voice caught in her throat and her eyes widened. "Oh my stars."

She hurriedly stared at the zipper on his light blue hoodie in an attempt to calm the blush that steadily rose on her cheeks.

The handsome boy immediately started checking her head for injuries. At last he sighed with relief. "Looks like you'll be fine."

"I---um---t-thank you."

He covered his mouth to smother his chuckle. "You're welcome." He smiled at her and held out a hand. His black-painted nails glinted in the sun. "I'm Luka."

"Well, hello, Luka." She gave him an appreciative grin as she not-so-subtly checked him out. She tucked her brown hair behind her ear and shifted her book bag on her shoulder before finally grabbing his hand and shaking it. "Thanks for saving me. I'm Katie."

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THERE you go you little cretins!

("Okay, first of all it's "Cretan", if you're going to threaten me, do it properly." Mike Wazowski, anyone?)

THERE you go! I did it! I wrote another oneshot!!! YAYYYYYYYYY

Annnnnd I need your help with the next one!!

Sooooo for the final oneshot of this book, I got a suggestion to include Y/N ("Your Name"---it's a self-insert for y'all readers) and I think that it's brilliant!! (BTW---I can't remember who suggested it, so if this was you, please let me know so I can credit you!! Either way, thank you, random person!) I'm going to keep descriptions vague and/or have a "answer key" (Ex: E/C=Eye Color, H/C=Hair Color, H/L=Hair length, etc) and I'm gonna keep the pronouns as they/them because it is more gender-neutral.

What I need your help with is deciding what the heck to do with Y/N!

I think I'd like to insert myself in the oneshot and have it be an interaction between "Katie" and Y/N, but what should we do?! Would it include MLB? GIVE ME IDEAS PLZZZZZZZ

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Word count: I lost count after the first 4,500+ words

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Thank you for reading!!