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teatreeoill · 5 months

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|| Missions (Gojo Satoru X Reader) ||

There's not much to do after Geto leaves everyone heartbroken, (mentions of geto X reader).

MDNI just in case; language, mentions of sexual acts. So much angst.

"Coming back?" Gojo laughs at the sentiment, his runs his hand through his hair, but it just keeps falling back to cover his eyes. He knows he shouldn't say it, but he feels sorry for you, almost as sorry as he feels for himself. He looks at you, replacing the bandages on your arm, trying to keep your wound sanitary until someone finds Shoko.

"Yeah, you just saw him - you and Shoko. When's he coming back?" You whince at the pain radiating from your arm to the rest of your body.

"Suguru's not coming back."

"Then bring him back," you hiss at him, "what's the use of all that power if you can't even do that?"

Gojo knows you don't mean it. He knows you're hurt because you were away when Geto finally called because of your nasty habit to keep your phone off when you're away on missions. But even though he knows you don't mean it, he's not in the right mood to exercise any self control.

"Not my fault he didn't want to fuckin' see you, is it?"

"Get out," you try to keep your composure, but anger bursts through easily a moment later, "Get the fuck out!"

When Shoko comes, you're the only one left in the infirmary. The floor is full of bandages you tried to wrap around your wound but kept ripping up, too tense to put them on gently.

She picks them up silently while listening to the sobs you try to muffle by burying your face in the palms of your hands. Unlike Satoru, she doesn't say a word. Even her cursed technique couldn't mend a broken heart, and words seemed futile.

"He didn't call me," you turn your puffy eyes to her, to which she promptly stops her actions, "He didn't text, he didn't say anything. He had no problem fucking me in the showers because he was so sad, and you know baby, you're the only thing keeping me sane," you grumbled, imitating Suguru's deep voice with a raspy tone, "'keeping me sane' my ass."

And just as you wished she'd day something like 'Suguru said he tried to reach you', or 'He said he was sorry', she simply took your wounded hand in hers, "Don't move, okay?"

It's been three full months. Three months was longer than your entire relationship - if one could even call it that - with Geto Suguru. You kept your distance from everyone but Shoko, going in and out of Jujutsu High almost on a daily basis.

"Let me take this one," Gojo meets you when you come out of Yaga's office after a quick mission debrief. You walk past him, but he easily matches your pace, following you down the hallway. "Come on, you look like you need a day off."

"I'm fine," you walk faster now, there's a limit to how long he'd follow you, isn't there?

"Yeah, you look just as fine as me."

You stop in your tracks at his comment. Only when you finally turn to look at him, you notice the remnants of dark circles under his eyes and the light creases on his uniform, giving him an uncharacteristically disheveled look.

"Satoru, you look horrible," you mutter, widening your eyes.

Gojo laughs, putting a long arm over your shoulder, "Me? Have you looked in the mirror recently? If you keep looking like that, someone might accidentally exorcise you."

Something about his demeanor lifts the horrible mood you've been in, you burst out laughing at his statement, "Exorcise me?" You breathe, still smiling, "You're so pale they might accidentally bury you."

He lets his arm hangs loosely over your shoulder, "Go to sleep, I'll take this mission. Shoko said she's tired of seeing your face in the infirmary every other day anyway."

"She did not say that!"

"Well, she didn't say that, but I'm sure she wants to."

Gojo was quite sure that taking the load of missions you've put upon yourself would make you feel better, and that doing something for someone else would help him focus on anything else. Unfortunately, the consequences were quite the opposite. Your days moved slowly and uneventfully, trapping you in a constant state of reminiscing in the familiar environment you desperately wanted to get away from.

Gojo was gone for days at a time. After a while, you decided to camp out in his room, waiting for his eventual return. You already drifted to sleep on a chair in the corner when he opened the door.

"Got our rooms mixed up?" You jolted awake at the sudden voice, seeing Gojo's outline take his shoes off at the entrance to the dark room.

"No, I was waiting for you." you muttered, still wiping the sleep off of your eyes.

"Oh - as much as I'd love to, I'm not doing this to get any favors back."

You frown at his comment, "stop taking my missions, Satoru. I agreed to it just that once."

"You look like you're finally getting enough sleep." He settles himself on the bed, taking his jacket off.

"It's because there's nothing to do but sleep, I think I'm going to lose it." You get up from the chair, making your way to the door, "thank you, but please tell Yaga you'll stop covering for me."

"Ah, don't thank me," the small smile he has on his lips is illuminated by the dull light coming off the alarm clock on his nightstand.

"No, really. Thank you." you smile back at him.

"No, don't thank me, 'cuz I'm not going to do it."

"You what?" You freeze, "It's not funny."

"That's good, because I'm not joking."

"I don't think you understand, I'm not asking you - I'm telling you." You make your way to the middle of the room, standing above his bed, looking down on his unbothered expression.

"I don't think you understand, I'm not giving you back your missions until you get your act together. D'you want me to call Ieri to count the amount of times you were close to losing a limb?"

"I don't think it's for you to decide just how together my act is."

"Then who's it for, huh? You clearly can't. Now, d'you mind? I'm tired." He gets up from the bed to fix up his sheets, paying no mind to your growing impatience.

"I'm not leaving until you give me back my missions," you cross your arms.

He shrugs you off, opening a drawer to pull out a pair of sweatpants and a shirt. You try to ignore the heat rushing to your face as he shamelessly starts to change in front of you.

"Quit it, Satoru." You're mesmerized by the way the muscles on his back move when he pulls the top of his uniform off, throwing it on the chair you were sleeping on moments ago, before putting on a gray t-shirt. When his hands reached to unzip his trousers, you grabbed his arm, trying to pull it away from performing the action, "Quit it!"

He shakes your hand off of his, finally turning to you, locking his eyes with yours, "I'll quit it when you stop moping around."

"I'm not moping!" You exclaim so suddenly it even startles you a bit.

"Yeah, sure you're not." His eyes inspect your face.

"I'm not." You pull back your shoulders in a desperate attempt to seem more assertive.

"M-hmm," he utters, his face leaning closer to yours, a knot forms in your stomach when you see his eyes shift their gaze to your lips. You find yourself drawing closer to his lips, tipping your body just slightly forward, close enough to feel his breath on your skin.

"I'm not," you're so close your lips brush against his when you whisper, your hands run up his back, lifting his shirt, your cold fingers sending a chill up his spine. He presses you against his chest in one swift move, locking you within his arms before pressing his lips to yours.

"You better not," he breathes into your mouth.

"Does it mean I can have my missions back now?" you look at his crimson colored face, still panting softly.

"After that? You can have mine too," He laughs.

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royallyprincesslilly · 7 months

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Title: Trick Or Treat {Headcannon}

Lewis Hamilton x Reader

Words: 1.6k

Warning: Fun & Games, Implied Smut

Note: Happy Halloween, guys!

***NOT Edited/Proofread***

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Imagine it's Halloween and you and you are going to a Halloween party thrown with some friends that has been thrown by friends of friends. Sorta like a 6° of separation thing where you didn't know you ran in close circles to famous and semi famous people.

You've decided to go as Lewis Hamilton and have even committed so far as to wear a Mercedes race suit, the helmet you bought off eBay from a mega Lewis fan AND strategically position that very familiar bulge down to accurate girth 😏.

Your costume was supposed to be sort of a joke and your best friends were also going as other celebs either in F1 or sports.

You didn't think anything of it and even got tons of compliments for how accurate your costume was. You committed deep and had even gotten your hair braided like his but opted out of the faux facial hair. You thought that was too creepy.

"Girl, I feel like I should just sling you this ass cause you might just be as close to 44 as I will get," your friend Zoë said beginning a twerk.

Everyone busted out laughing while you did the ultimate fuckboi move. Rubbing your hands together like you saw a meal you bout to tear up you licked your lips in the most exaggerated way and nodded your head. Stevie J would be proud.

Once y'all get to the party it quickly becomes clear that you have existed in this 6° of separation world as plenty of semi famous people passed you by.

You and your friends make a vow to make tonight the best night and proceed to drink as much as you can on someone else's dim and see whose son you can go home with.

A few hours into the party you are pretty can't tipsy but not blackout drunk and have been entered into the best costume competition. When you get on the stage with the others, they go down the line asking what you are and to give your best impersonation of what you are dressed as.

It is a hilarious time as each one goes. You watch on as a girl dressed as Marylin Monroe steps forward kisses her hand and blows the kiss before full on lifting her dress in an effort to imitate the steam blowing up Marylin's dress moment. Applause fills the space.

You then watch a pretty dope looking Scorpion step forward and deliver the classic line, "Get over here" before unexpectedly throwing a ninja dagger across the room into the wall.

Your eyes bugged while everyone stood in silence probably trying to figure out just what had happened. When they did, they cheered loudly.

Next it was a girl dressed as Ariel or Ariel if she were in fact over 23 rather than a teenager. For a tail she had on sparkly fishnet stockings and underneath a purple sparkly thong. Her seashell bra was on point but also completely see through and every part of exposed flesh was decorated with pink or purple foil tinsel. You couldn't hate on it or her.

She stepped forward and let lose the Ariel vocal harmonics from when she gave the sea witch her voice. That you could hate on. Everyone coveted their ears and shook their head.

Then you watched someone dressed like Meg the Stallion from the WAP video and when she dropped down to the floor and tweaked on it you hyped her the hell up as did everyone in the club.

Finally, it was down to you and once you stepped forward there was laughter, but most was deafening cheers. With the helmet on it brought it all together and for a second everyone began whispering if you were really him.

When it came time to impersonate him you took the microphone and decided to play it safe. In prime and proper British accent, you spoke.

"You can knock me down, but I get up twice as strong. Yhu know what I mean. I don't aspire to be like other drivers. I aspire to be unique in my own way. I feel like people are expecting me to fail, yeh, therefore I except myself to win. Just like my tat on my back, still I rise."

No one spoke, moved or made a sound for several seconds. You began to think you had fucked it up but then everyone erupted with cheers.

It was a quick deliberation and after it, you were crowned winner. You couldn't believe you pulled it off especially with the shit you said which you clearly pulled out your ass. When you met your friends again you were 500.00 richer.

From then you partied like the end of the world was tomorrow. After a quick trip to the bathroom as you passed down the narrow corridor you felt someone push you against a wall.

"Trick or treat?"

"Uh, what?"

"Clever costume."

Biting your bottom lip, you looked up but thanks to the helmet you couldn't really make out who it was.

"Uh, thanks." You made a move to walk around them but found yourself rooted to the spot.

"I particularly like the um--package down there."

You snorted, your tipsy ass not reading the room one bit.

"Thanks. I mean we don't know if it is accurate or exaggerated by socks, but a girl can dream. Right?"

"So, you dream about it?"

"Be for real I am sure a lot of women have fantasized about peeling back that race suit and taking what's inside as their trophy on their own podium. If you know what I mean."

"Does that include you?"

You were not an idiot you knew who was in front of you was a man and as his scent permeated the air around you, you felt yourself growing bolder though you wondered which guy would get turned on hearing a woman talk like this about a celebrity crush.

"You know what? Sure. Given the chance I would absolutely have my way with him and vice versa."

The next thing you knew your helmet was pulled off bringing you face to face with the absolute last person you expected. Your brain stuttered as did your mouth leaving you speechless.

The man in front of you--Lewis Hamilton himself looked amused as hell.

"What if I said this is your chance?"

"Excuse me?"

He leaned in then, going to your ear. "I'm gonna head out in about an hour, if you decide to take your chance find the guy who looks like a giant teddy bear and tell him "treat."

You couldn't believe you ears, and you didn't trust your words.

He scoffed then spoke again. "I'll ask again. Trick or treat. You decide."

With that he walked off as quickly as he'd cornered you. Holy shit you thought trying to wrap your head around all that had just happened. You needed to sound off with your friends, but you didn't think this was something you should tell anyone. So, for the next hour you continued to enjoy the party.

Every inch of the club you went you felt eyes on you and no matter how hard you tried you couldn't find him again. What are the odds, you asked yourself. You were not opposed to one-night stands. Matter of fact you were absolutely pro one night stands especially with celebrity crushes. You only lived once, right.

By the time the hour was up you'd made your decision. Bidding your friends goodbye, you slid through the crowd looking for someone who looked like a giant teddy bear. The word was as the tip of your tongue. When you finally found him, you spoke them like a witch's incantation.

"Treat."

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irondad-defensesquad · 2 months

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To be yourself is all that you can do

Also posted on AO3!

TRIGGER WARNINGS - self-harm (not explicit), past temporary character death, anxiety attacks, and grief/mourning.

DO NOT SHIP PETER AND TONY. P/ROSHIP DNI.

Someone falls to pieces, sleeping all alone Someone kills the pain, spinning in the silence She finally drifts away Someone gets excited in a chapel yard, catches a bouquet Another lays a dozen white roses on a grave Yeah, and to be yourself is all that you can do Hey, to be yourself is all that you can do - Be Yourself, Audioslave

Peter forgets where he is, until he hears a little girl’s concerned voice.

“Petey, did you get hurt?”

That’s when he realizes he hasn’t covered his arms under his sleeves, and Morgan is seeing all the ugly cuts filling his skin. Peter also goes cold when he remembers that Tony and Pepper are home, though they don’t seem to pay attention. They’re bantering in the kitchen. In fact, they were all cooking together when Peter lied that he was tired so he would go to the couch. Tony could always read him like an open book, but he was having a good time with his family, and Peter at least didn’t ruin it.

So, Peter went to the bathroom. And then he went to the couch, silent as a rock.

But now the worst outcome has come true. Peter has tainted Morgan’s innocence. How is he going to explain it to her? She’s so young to know about self-harm and how little sense it makes.

“I’ll get Daddy-!” Morgan is about to jump out of the couch to run to the kitchen and he’s going to ruin Tony’s happiness–

“No! I-I mean-!” Peter lets out, thankfully not too loudly. “It’s fine, I swear.” The cuts still burn a little, wearing the knit sweater Tony got him is quite itchy. “I have super healing, remember? They’ll be gone soon.”

If anything, they’re not healing properly.

Morgan can probably tell.

“Do you need ice? Band-aids?” She suggests. “You’ll need a lot of them though…”

“I-It’s okay, Mo. I can handle it.”

Peter gulps, glancing at the kitchen. He can hear Neil Young playing. It’s not like the AC/DC Tony would blast in the workshop… Peter might miss it, but this little life he built here with Pepper and their daughter is nice.

“Just promise me you won’t tell your parents, okay?” Peter asks (begs). He knows it’s unfair to do this to Morgan after what she has just seen. “I don’t want them to freak out or anything.”

She doesn’t look as shocked anymore but she looks very sad for him.

“Okay,” Morgan replies simply. Meaning it.

Peter doesn’t know why Morgan isn’t asking anything. She doesn’t question where the cuts come from. She doesn’t ask why Peter did this to himself. She doesn’t get mad. She doesn’t cry.

Instead…

Morgan wraps her small arms around Peter’s neck. That makes the boy’s eyes tear up, but he has to swallow them for now.

“There, there,” Morgan pats his back. That action makes him snort. She’s imitating Baymax, since they watched Big Hero 6 the other day.

“T-Thanks.”

Morgan really does love him. He’s her “super big brother”.

Then she lets go and smiles at him. Morgan is so cute. Peter would’ve squeezed her but his arms hurt and he doesn’t want to hurt her, too.

Suddenly, her eyes sparkle.

“You wait here!” Morgan says, suddenly sprinting away.

It seems like she’s running upstairs.

Peter frowns, trying to figure out what she’s up to. At the same time, he sees his cuts again, glaring at them. He feels so stupid for relapsing, but he had such an awful night of sleep and he needed to distract himself, he couldn’t have an anxiety attack when everyone else wants to have fun–

Morgan has returned with a fuzzy blanket that she probably got from Peter’s room, as well as a little stuffed bunny that she gave him.

“Here! Now you’re warm and you’re not alone!” Morgan says proudly.

Peter laughs, rather broken. He hugs his bunny. “Aww, thank you.”

“Now one last thing!” The girl runs again, but she goes to the kitchen instead.

Morgan is likely looking for something as she runs all over the kitchen to get specific things. She’s even panting at this point.

“Whoa there, speedy, what’s all the rush for?” Tony questions, teasingly.

“I need choco milk!”

“Nice try, young lady, dinner will be ready in less than five minutes,” Pepper points out. She must be crossing her arms, even if she’s not too serious, either.

“No, it’s an emergency! Petey is sad, so he needs choco milk so he doesn’t feel so sad anymore!”

Oh f…

Okay. Okay, at the very least Morgan didn’t tell them Peter is hurt.

And is it really her fault? Morgan just wants to help. And she’s doing the right thing getting the adults, too. No child should be forced to take care of a teenager who can’t handle his own brain.

Anyway, the happy environment is definitely over. Peter can sense the tension coming from Pepper and Tony. They might even be looking at each other to figure out what to do next.

Peter stays quiet.

“Hey, Morguna,” Tony resumes his sweet dad tone, “how about you and Mom get Peter a really nice book while I make the choco milk?”

“Yeah! Story for Petey!” Morgan loves the idea.

Two people leave the kitchen. “I’ll be back, Petey!” Morgan reassures from afar.

With the mother and daughter upstairs, the floor seems awfully silent. Save for the music.

Peter can also hear Tony sighing to himself.

He hates that.

The man seems to handle both the chocolate milk and dinner. Peter knows his mentor is going to confront him soon, and his heart is beating faster. And the teen knows he can’t run to the restroom again.

Peter spends so long overthinking that when the steps are coming towards him, he hides in the blanket to pretend he’s not there. Wow, he used to do this so much as a kid. Especially when he was sad and Uncle Ben would come and find him…

“... Hello, strange lump. I’m looking for my teenager who could use some chocolate milk right now,” Tony jokes. “Can you get him for me?”

Peter pretends he didn’t feel warm when Tony called him his teenager.

Gulping again, the boy comes out.

“Um, hi.”

“Hey, kid. Brought you milk.”

“Yeah, thanks.”

As Tony hands him the cup, he’s actually cupping both of Peter’s hands, too. Tony is kneeling down in front of him. Peter doesn’t dare look up.

“What happened?” Tony whispers.

“I dunno. I had a bad night.” Peter is not completely lying.

“Nightmare?”

The teen shakes his head. “I couldn’t sleep.”

“Oh, Pete, you can let me know when you can’t sleep.”

The gentle reminder, without a hint of annoyance, certainly won’t help Peter hide his tears. He looks down, staring at his hidden lower arms.

“It was stupid and… I didn’t want you to know.”

Peter doesn’t want to see Tony’s sad face. He doesn’t want to be reminded of someone who looked out for him that bore the same expression. The sadness of unconditional love, despite all of Peter’s mistakes.

“Hey,” Tony calls, “look at me.”

The teenager almost shakes his head, knowing it would be rude.

Knowing he’ll just regret avoiding Tony, too.

The man is smiling.

“I love you, Peter. Pepper and Morgan love you, too. We’re here for you through anything, including your lows,” Tony tells him.

With that, he kisses Peter’s forehead without a second thought.

Tony has always been affectionate, but now, it’s like he’s opened himself more. That likely has to do with Morgan.

Everything has changed so much…

“Now, I just want you to get warm and get ready for a story,” the man breaks him out of his trance. “Does that sound good?”

“Of course, Mr. Stark.”

Soon, Morgan and Pepper are back with quite a handful of books.

“Whoa, that’s a lot you got there,” Tony comments.

“I didn’t know what to pick! There are so many good ones! Maybe Petey can tell us which one he likes the most,” Morgan suggests.

“Okay, you kids settle down now. You leave the stories to the pros.”

Pepper rolls her eyes. “I’m obviously the pro here.”

Morgan joins Peter on the couch, snuggling against him, the two protected by the blanket. Tony and Pepper sit on the floor, all the books lying around. They show Peter some of them. Of course, the one about the spider that couldn’t web attracts him.

The spider could stick to the walls like any other spider, but she couldn’t make any of the beautiful webs. She felt lonely and alienated. Eventually she finds a group of spiders that have other “flaws” that accept her the way she is.

Tony and Pepper will make silly voices together. Morgan always laughs or gives snarky comments like her parents do. Peter doesn’t really say much, but he feels his body relaxing more and more.

They don’t read all the books, mostly because they still have to eat dinner which has gotten cold. They reheat it and eat together. Peter can feel their eyes on him but he can’t blame them. Other than that, it’s pretty calm.

Morgan is tired after doing everything to make Peter feel better, so she goes to bed rather early (even if she tries to convince them otherwise). Once Pepper and Tony tuck her in, Peter shows up. Morgan is already with her eyes closed, breathing in and out…

Peter grins, kissing her forehead.

“Thanks, Morgan. You’re my hero, too.”

“You’re welcome, Petey-pie…” the girl says sleepily.

Peter smooths her hair gently, soon turning off the lamp for her.

When he leaves, he can tell Pepper and Tony were watching them.

The two plus Peter hang around in the living room. The adults are talking more. Peter is actually in the middle of them, like he’s their kid, too.

Sometimes they ask him stuff to include him. Peter might unintentionally make funny comments every now and then. Pepper laughs out loud, mostly because Peter is just telling her an embarrassing thing Tony did years ago. The man’s look of betrayal makes it all the funnier.

Peter faintly hears Harvest Moon by Neil Young in the background.

The whole time, the spider-teen tries not to scratch his arms and likely tear them apart again. It must mean that his wounds still haven’t healed. And he feels like he can’t just leave to go to the restroom again. Peter is really bad at hiding things and Tony is more than familiar with it.

Millions of “what-ifs” race in a loop inside Peter’s head, which has him not realize the snapping fingers in front of him.

“... hello? Peter?” Tony calls him.

“Oh? Hey. Hi. Sorry. I totally spaced out right now.”

“You’ve been scratching your arm for a bit… Is the sweater bothering you?”

“No! No, it’s just a tic.”

Tony and Pepper eye each other again. Peter wishes he could hide in the blanket lump and never, ever come out again.

“I’m, uhhhh… going to get some water,” the boy panics, leaving the couch even though he doesn’t want to. But he does need a glass of water.

Neil Young is the main thing he hears in the kitchen. Peter, however, can tell the adults in the living room are whispering to themselves. He tries to distract himself with his phone; there aren’t new messages from Aunt May or Ned. They’re both out of town, the former is with her friends she hasn’t seen in five years, and Ned is spending time with his family as he should. Peter doesn’t know about MJ since she doesn’t often open up about her personal life.

Maybe some part of him wants to run away right now. Literally right now. He can do that. But Tony and Pepper are going to look for him. Morgan is going to blame herself because she can’t heal Peter’s wounds – the mental and the physical.

Peter finishes the water in one swallow, nearly choking. Thankfully, that doesn’t happen.

Thus, he returns to the living room. Pepper is standing up while Tony remains on the couch. She sees Peter and smiles.

“I’m going to bed,” she announces. “You two don’t stay up too late, alright?”

“I would never,” Tony jokes.

Peter smiles nervously.

Pepper approaches him and gently kisses his head.

“Good night, honey.”

Honey…

“Hey, don’t I get a kiss, too?” Tony whines.

Pepper rolls her eyes but she kisses her husband, too.

“Um, good night, Pepper,” Peter waves awkwardly and she waves back.

Finally, she’s going upstairs, leaving Tony and Peter on their own.

“So kid, wanna spend some ‘us’ time now?” The hero wonders.

Peter, for some reason, cannot answer right away.

He knows that if he goes to bed, he won’t be able to sleep.

But he doesn’t want Tony to know about his arms.

He has no way out.

“... you okay?” Tony softens his voice a lot more.

“Y-Yeah, yeah, I’m fine, Mr. Stark.”

“Hey now, I don’t bite.”

“I-I know.”

Tony is trying to be that jokey man from before, but his worry only grows. Peter knows that Tony is not going to bed anytime soon BECAUSE of Peter. He’ll stay there forever. And ever.

For once, the boy returns to the couch, but this time he sits on the other corner of the couch, away from Tony. He’s hugging himself as a pathetic form of comfort. And he knows that’s only going to hurt Tony further. Why is Peter like this?

Regardless, the man is stretching an arm, inviting Peter to come closer.

The latter wants to cry.

“Kid?” Tony urges. “What do you need right now?”

Peter gulps. “I-I…”

He can’t hide the sniff.

“I dunno. B-But I don’t want to go to bed,” he replies. “I-I don’t want to go home, either.” I don’t want to be alone. I don’t want to be alone again.

“It’s alright, buddy. You can stay here.”

“I-I feel like I’m getting in the way.”

“You aren’t.”

“It’s like I don’t belong here, Mr. Stark.”

These last words feel like a stab to the heart.

“I’ve been away for five years and- and when I come back, suddenly I find out you have a daughter and you’re not living upstate anymore, and our workshop is gone, and there isn’t hard rock playing in the house… a-and it’s not like this life you built here is bad , it’s just… I wasn’t here for all of it. And you look so happy, Mr. Stark. You have an actual family. And I’m just… here.”

Peter’s vision is blurring.

“... you miss the life we had, right?” Tony whispers.

The teenager nods, trying to contain his sobs.

“Like the nights I spent at the Compound… the movies we watched together… that awesome, open view… all those big rooms… Happy, Rhodey, even Vision who didn’t always show up… When we built stuff together and we had all the bots with us, and when we couldn’t sleep we would just stargaze…” the more Peter talks, the more he breaks. “But now? Everything’s changed. A-And they’re not bad changes! ‘Cause this place here is nice, I-I love Morgan, I love Pepper, but it’s not the same and I feel like I–”

Tony has slowly scooted closer, still not touching Peter.

“... I came back wrong. I… I’m still the same sixteen-year-old from before, but somehow I’m not. You still grew up without me and it doesn’t feel right.”

The man is completely silent, but Peter can tell he’s listening, and every word that comes out of the boy must be killing him inside.

“You guys look so happy together, and with me here… I dunno, I feel like I’m ruining everything.”

“Peter…”

“... I ruined Morgan specifically.”

Tony frowns. “What do you mean?”

Peter freezes and swallows. Now he has to tell the truth.

“Mr. Stark, I… I did… I did something stupid. Something really stupid. The thing is, what happened last night… is that suddenly this dread will fill my gut and it’s like I’m”– he knows it’ll be awful to say –“I’m going to turn into dust at any moment.”

Tony’s tension rises even if he doesn’t say anything.

“And I usually just distract myself, and I can’t sleep anymore because what if I never wake up again?” Peter argues. “But then it happened again in the kitchen when you guys were having fun, and I rushed to the restroom before you noticed and I…”

He sighs deeply, clutching his own arm.

When he pulls up his sleeve, the cuts still look ugly. They don’t look any more healed. The sweater is probably making it worse.

Sensing the horror coming from Tony, Peter cries harder.

“M-Morgan saw this! She saw all of this, and I was so stupid, she’s just a child, she wasn’t supposed to know. S-She didn’t ask any questions but I know she probably wondered why I did this. She just wanted to make me feel better. And she can’t, and it’s not her fault. But what if she blames herself? I even told her to keep this a secret from you. I shouldn’t have done that. I shouldn’t have done this in the first place. I’m so sorry, Mr. Stark.”

As Peter sobs, quiet enough so Morgan and Pepper won’t hear it upstairs, he can sense Tony leaning closer. What is he going to do?

“... It’s not healing,” Tony observes.

“I-I don’t know why. It should’ve healed by now.”

“Hey, I can help my way. You don’t have to force yourself to feel pain.”

“B-But I did this to myself–”

“You don’t deserve it. You’re suffering, Pete. You did it because it made sense at that moment. But even if it wasn’t the best choice… you don’t have to beat yourself up for it.”

How is Tony not angry with him?

While he looks broken, he’s also determined.

“Alright, follow me, kid.”

Tony stands up and heads to the kitchen. He tells Peter to sit on a chair as he likely grabs a first-aid kit. He takes a piece of cotton and likely applies salina.

“You let me know if it burns, okay? I’ll do it slowly.”

Peter may wince, but it’s quite familiar. He used to get hurt pretty often as a kid. Guess that hasn’t changed since.

“After this, you should change into something more comfortable. That sweater isn’t doing good for you.”

“I didn’t want to take it off because you made it.”

“I’m not going to get mad over a sweater, kid. If it’s bothering you, then you don’t have to keep wearing it.”

While saying all of this, Tony’s entire focus is on his arms.

Peter realizes something and tears up again. Some tears might fall.

“Does it hurt?” His mentor asks, concerned he might be making things worse.

“N-No, no, it’s just… I-I don’t remember the last time… we had this.”

I don’t remember the last time you took care of me like this.

Definitely five years ago. Those late nights where Peter came from a bad patrol and Tony had to treat him, along with the doctors he trusted to help Peter. But most of those nights, it was just mentor and mentee, both trying not to mess up but still messing up, and yet learning better.

Peter feels so childish for this. It’s like he hasn’t had parental affection in forever.

Tony chuckles sadly. “Yeah, me neither.”

He looks mournful.

Peter tries to be quiet.

“... I missed this, too.”

The teen looks at Tony, finally.

“I mean, obviously I don’t like that you’re hurt, it’s mostly… I do this all the time with Morgan. I would never trade her or this life here for anything. But in the back of my head… I miss our workshop too, buddy. I miss our sleepovers. Everything seemed so simple back then, right? And all these years, I always had you in my mind. When we bought this cabin… I made sure to have an extra room. Not a mere guest room, but a place for you.”

Tony has stopped treating Peter’s cuts for now, as they’re sharing a meaningful gaze.

“My family… Pepper, Morgan, Rhodey, and Happy were all here. But you weren’t. It never felt complete to me. To any of us, honestly. I didn’t want you to be forgotten. That’s why I told Morgan all about you. We still celebrated your past birthdays. I hoped you’d be here again so we could be together again.”

The hero’s eyes are filled with water.

“I’m glad you’re here with us, Pete. But I understand how you feel. You haven’t had the time to mourn what you lost. You just suddenly returned and all that life you knew was gone.”

Peter tenses. “I-I hope I’m not being ungrateful or anything–”

“No, you’re not. You’re right to feel sad.”

Tony stares at him for a while, until he resumes his job. Peter just watches him in the meantime, looking more exhausted. The boy replays all the things he said…

Somewhere in the back of his head, Peter always had the impression Tony didn’t miss him and would’ve probably been okay without him. And he only welcomed Peter again because Tony didn’t want to ignore him. Or he did it out of pity.

Now, Peter feels stupid for even feeling this way.

After drying his arms with the cotton, Tony seems to apply some ointment onto the injuries, slowly massaging Peter’s arms. Not a word is shared between them.

When the man is over, he sighs in relief.

“You should let them breathe now,” Tony tells him. “If they don’t get better in the morning, we’ll figure something out.”

Peter looks at the cuts, which are still red. At the very least, they’re not burning and itching like before.

“Thanks…” he mumbles.

“You want me to get you another sweater?”

“N-No, no… I'm not cold.”

Peter takes off the one he’s currently wearing, revealing an old t-shirt beneath. The kind that has science puns.

Tony takes the knit sweater for him, folding it neatly. Following that, he puts away the first-aid kit. Peter waits in the chair. Later, they return to the couch. This time, Peter is glued to Tony. The music has been lowered but it’s still there.

The teen, however, wants to cry again.

He knows he can’t change the past and that he has to accept it at one point. But it didn’t have to be this painful. There wasn’t any point. And while he may be with Tony now, Peter will never know if something will separate them again. He doesn’t want to deal with that again.

He can’t stop thinking about it.

Tony, of course, notices. With his arm wrapped around Peter, he rubs the latter’s up and down.

“It’s okay, buddy. You can let it out.”

That way, he cries what is still repressed inside him. Tony allows him, making sure Peter doesn’t cry alone.

Eventually, Peter is lying his head on Tony’s lap, the latter smoothing the former’s hair. Peter has relaxed significantly, though knowing that anxiety is going to bite him back later. In fact, he’s already wondering what time it is. He assumes it must be late.

Tony senses it. “It’s alright, kid. No rush.”

“You should go to bed…”

“I’m not sleepy. Are you?”

“Not really. There’s too much in my head.”

“Same here.”

Peter doesn’t want to be selfish and take Tony down with him, but he figures that’s not true. Tony Stark can do whatever he wants.

“You want to stay like this?” The man asks. “Or maybe we could watch something. Your choice.”

“Hmm… maybe.”

Tony snorts as Peter melts in the touch.

“You really needed this, huh?”

“Yeah…”

Peter faintly hears a remote and the TV speaking at a lower volume. He supposes Tony turned off the music for good. Some goofy cartoon might be airing judging by the noises. Tony switches channels for a bit. Meanwhile, he keeps running his fingers through Peter’s curls, not losing any concentration.

If he’s not mistaken, Tony might have put Finding Nemo. Which they already watched years ago. And it’s right on the scene where Marlin finds the only remaining egg from the barracuda attack.

The soundtrack for this movie is nice.

As well as Marlin’s reassurances and Tony’s presence.

Those two aren’t too different from each other, honestly.

Peter doesn’t actually see the movie now, but he hears the whole plot. He remembers it well.

His eyes are closed.

It’s only the movie, Peter and Tony.

It’s just them again.

Even if everything else has changed… that at least hasn’t.

Peter is home.

He finally feels home.

When he wakes up again, he realizes Tony has lied them both down on the couch. And the man is snoring.

Honestly, as loud as it is, Peter doesn’t mind it.

He just falls asleep once more.

Eventually, Morgan joins them, lying on top of Peter.

Pepper might take pictures.

And Tony complains he’s being crushed.

Peter’s cuts have gotten better. They haven’t quite disappeared, but they’re not red anymore.

As he eats breakfast with Tony, Pepper, and Morgan… Peter realizes he’ll be okay. And sometimes he won’t be okay. But he’ll get through.

#lotus speaks #irondad #ironfam #fics #my fics #self-harm tw #self harm tw #sh tw #death mention tw #grief tw #anxiety attack tw #vent fic #suicide mention tw #(in the song lyrics)

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girlstacian · 7 months

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The meaning of Sukuna Unwanted Child Theory

Why is Sukuna an Unwanted Child or Born cursed? and what does it/he mean?

Well...it could mean a looot...anything!

Let me state some theories here as briefly as possible. which may or may not have happened. Or are almost close?

1. His parents fell in love (which was perhaps very rare and never seen before) one parent was human and the other was a human-like curse creature like Mahito etc (Shit happens xD) Then she realized she was pregnant, couldn't believe it because it was supposedly impossible but the baby inside her wasn't growing normally or rather it was not a normal child and was very dangerous. Surrounded with darkness & curses, cuz her body/she didn't feel very well at all. Because it is not a human but not a real curse either. Something new was created! (The Fearsome Womb)

2. His shitty parents cursed their own child or someone cursed their Child? (For their stupid rituals or Whatever the reason might be?) if it was his own parents then no wonder...I mean look at him, he's scary and everyone gets scared to death even his own parents! I don't know if it's a deformity or a disability or not? But they were shocked or not what they expected! And if they were Twins and the Twin Theory is true? then twins weren't wanted, a bad omen, also not on their wishlist! (Maybe they want a child who was beautiful, strong & a noble man who will become a warrior?) For their honor or some shit like that? (Or just a normal kid like everyone else has?)

3. When his parents (regardless of whether they were human or not it doesn't matter now) When he was left alone somewhere or maybe even given away to someone (regardless of his look or a twin). Only one thing comes to mind! The Monks/Cult/Buddhism! Did they find him or did they grow him up? Because monks would take in anyone who was abandoned, no matter what they looked like. Monks and nuns are very wise, helpful and they don't care who is good or bad. It doesn't matter to them! It is said that everyone has to make a decision and find/go their own ways ☯️ or something like that. (Maybe they were even a completely different kind of monk) mysterious, grim, or even evil?

4. But the next Theory could be shocking! His mother could also have become pregnant not through love but r@pe? Creepy human-like curse creature had a crush on a human woman or didn't have a crush on her but stalked her and then r@ped her. That could also be the reason why she didn't want this hideous creature, her child. (But they all talking about Love? Gojo is talking about Love, has something to do with a curse? also Yorozu is talking about Love and so on) 🤷‍♀️ It also could mean differently (the strongest, power) 💪 the love of fighting like Son Goku etc xD

5. Or Kenjaku has something to do with all of this shit. By manipulating everyone or even being personally involved? And once again, as always experimenting also one of his family tree of maniacs had already tried it back then? Or he wanted to imitate and copy this rarity but failed and had to find a woman who is able to do that too without any problems. (The Perfect Womb Hybrid) or something like that?

6. Idk...His parents just dumb/stupid/full of shit with a weird looking child full of maniacs. Lmao clear and simple 😂 that's all

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xx-alice-in-wonderland-xx · 1 month

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Turning Red | Meis friends headcannons 💖

head cannons about Miriam priya and Abby 😸😸

Miriam:

Her birthday is December 21st 1988

is Jewish

is set 1 maths, set 1 English, set 1 Spanish and set 3 science (this is based on what lessons we have sets/levels at my school - idk what u call it in America but 1 is highest and 3 is lowest expect for English and maths were 16 is lowest)

has been friends with Mei since preschool which is why they’re the closest to eachother - it used to be just them then Abby and priya joined

Likes grunge clothes

likes nirvana

plays the sims 1

loves videogames

loves avril lavigne

was forced to have piano lessons by her dad lol she can play pretty well

HATES wearing skirts

vegetarian

can imitate accents VERY well - especially a Scottish and Australian accent

goes on vacation abroad/holiday atleast twice a year

loves carnivals

Is defo that friend that messages u. 2 seconds after you get home from school saying ‘you wanna play out?’ Or if you don’t know what that means (it’s what me and my friends say) ‘you wanna go to the park?’

has pancakes everyday for breakfast. Has a 3 year streak of doing it

Her parents are called Ava and Carl

has WhatsApp - she isn’t allowed tiktok or Snapchat or insta (listen I know they’re in 2002 but let’s pretend they had that in 2002)

goes to a synagogue once a week

knows how to say ‘hi my name is Miriam’ in Korean cause of Abby lol

wants to be a doctor when she’s older

Priya:

Her birthday is January 4th 1989

she is a hindu

is In set 2 maths, set 1 English, set 3 Spanish and set 2 science

is actually blind if you take her glasses - she sleeps with them on because if she doesn’t have them on her vision will literally just be very blurry blobs of colour

always wears rings

has been friends with Abby since elementary - before that she was a bit of an outcast for being calmer than the other kids and liking dark and scary things which the other kids didn’t like

became friends with Abby because Abby stood up for her

writes rip off version of nightfall/twilight lol

when she first read nightfall/twilight she immediately drew a vampire bite mark on her arm and pretended to be a vampire (I did this too when I first watched twilight okay don’t judge)

is not allowed to dress as a goth

has a crush on the goth girl

is pansexual and asexual

she doesn’t show affection thag much but everyone she cares for and her family and friends know she loves them

If you get to pick where you wanna sit in lesson she always sits at the back in the corner so she can’t be disturbed while reading

reads in lesson

has had her book taken off her because she wasn’t paying attention (that happened to me then I snatched it off the teachers desk lol)

her parents are called Maitreyi and Arjun

likes tomb raider but doesn’t play it

is the spitting image of her dad

swears a lot when she’s angry

likes the goth family from the sims

hates rollercoasters

she once went to a theme park and she went on a ride where it was like a giant claw and loads of people are on it and it swings you upside down, to the left, to the right, and she loved it (I went on one like that lol)

Once passed out on a rollercoaster

wants to be a author or historian when she’s older

Abby:

her birthday is June 30th

is set 8 maths, set 4 English, set 3 Spanish and set 3 science

is dyslexic

has adhd and always forgets to take her meds but they barley do anything so she doesn’t take them anyway

you cannot let her have sugar or else she will be up the walls

only can drink juice or water at her house unless it’s someone’s birthday, Christmas or halloween

her parents are VERY strict

loves watching the simpsons

has to share a room with her older sister and she HATES it

She tried to bleach her hair blonde but it went orange so she died the top black then has it fade to a dark orange/brown and she loves it

has a haircut every month due to her mom being a hairdresser

used to cut her bangs as a kid

can style hair but no one lets her cut it

Can down a WHOLE bottle of water in 10 seconds

has tiktok

always does the latest tiktok dances/uses the latest tiktok sounds

Has a whole box full of earrings

wears a light purple/pink eyeshadow (idk if its actuslly on her character design but in a scene it looked like it so I’m going with it)

loves k-pop - her fav bands are twice, blackpink, Bts, tvxq, shinee, f(x), red velvet, AESPA, ITZY, Izone, ioi, snsd, wonder girls, gidle, clc, stray kids, ENHYPEN, txt, etc. her top favourites are defo twice, Izone, Bts, red velvet and snsd

Once broke a chair while raging in a very aggressive game of monopoly with her siblings

always playing video or board games with her siblings

her parents are called Hyein and Baekhyun

Has a whole wardrobe full of plushies

victorious child

Wants to be a video game character designer when she’s older

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simplysmilingdrew · 2 years

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You're in a big trouble!

BNHA tickle fic

Lee: Kaminari

Lers: Mina and Jirou

A/N: This fic was really hard to write. I wanted to write something important, about friendship, fears that everyone can experience in a way or another, and seeing the positive sides of ourselves, because a mistake we often make is to underestimate ourselves. Hope that you will like it. English is not my first language so, if you find some mistakes, please tell me and I will correct!!

“Hero too, I am a hero too! My heart is set and I won’t back down!”

The song had been echoing in Kaminari's ears for at least half an hour.

He was relaxing on the couch of the common room with headphones on, listening to that beautiful song.

It reminded him how much fun they had at the school festival; how much they had worked hard to make an unforgettable show; how beautiful Kyoka's voice was…

Yes, he had a crush on the Hearing Hero… but he had never dared to take a step forward in this... after all, his Quirk short circuits and bad grades did not help him with the self-esteem.

He didn't realize he was also humming, but he felt perfectly a touch on his stomach. Kaminari jumped up, his eyes widening: “Hey Mina! What are you doing?”

“Hehehe, I was right! Someone was singing our song.”

Kaminari sat cross-legged: “Was I singing? Didn't notice, sorry. "

Mina smiled: “You must really like it a lot, since you always listen to it. Or should I say… you like Jirou's voice? ”and she winked at him.

Kaminari blushed instantly: “Uuh? N-no no, what are you saying? I simply wanted to relax and this song helps me-”

“Because Jirou is the singer, maybe?” Mina insisted from behind the couch.

Kaminari’s face turned even more red and tried to cover it with his arms: “W-what are you saying? It's just that, uh… it's a special song for me, it reminds me about something we've done all together. Why do you say I like Jirou?”

Mina's black eyes lit up: “Ah-ha!! I said you liked her voice, not that you liked HER…”

Dammit. Kaminari turned purple, closed his face between his legs and wished only to sink completely into the couch and disappear among the cushions. Mina giggled and sat across from him: “Come on, Jemmingway! Just kidding. I didn't mean to embarrass you, but it's pretty obvious that you like Jirou. You’re not that good at hiding your feelings.”

Kaminari's tomato-colored face emerged from his knees: “What? What do you mean with obvious? Did she notice it? Who else knows? Oh my God, I'm screwed!!! "

“Woah there, Sparky! Calm down!! Don't freak out! We of the Squad have noticed it, I am sure of this because we were together! But for Jirou, I don't think so and trust me when I say that, if she knows, we didn't tell her anything. Cross my heart.”

Poor Kami tried to go back to the closest thing that we could call “a state of calm” and, still with his hands in his hair, asked again: “What do you mean with obvious?”

“Well, your eyes light up when you look at Jirou or you talk to her; when she laughs, you laugh with her; you listen to her song as many times as Bankugou screams 'die', so...”

Kaminari let out a chuckle: “Well... you see... you're not wrong... but, I...”

Mina pushed his hair out of his eyes: “Come on, shy one. If you want, you can tell me everything, buddy.” she said imitating his pose.

Kaminari rolled his eyes, made an embarrassed expression, scratched his head and smiled: “Actually, it's true… I do have a crush on Jirou. But I'm afraid to tell her... I'm only capable of making a fool of myselself, I always fail tests and I certainly don't have to remind you of my 'Wee'. And she is… so cute, smart, she has a beautiful voice and I love to see her smile. But... I don't think I'm a guy who she might be interested in…”

Mina sighed: “If we are talking about grades, remember that you have number 19 of the class in front of you. I also fail tests, but I’m not the grade that the teacher writes on the paper, and same goes for you. I am the most agile of the class and I have taught everyone how to dance for the Festival. Even to Iida, Midoriya and Aoyama with their ‘trunk like dancing style’. You're good at mid-range combat and your Quirk is great, both for simply charging batteries, or for saving lives as a defibrillator, if you think about it for a sec.” Mina said.

Kaminari's expression totally changed: “Trust me, if Jirou didn't really like you, she wouldn't even helped you with the guitar lessons. Also... do you want to know a secret?!” Mina whispered.

Kaminari put the ear closer. Mina covered the space between his ear and her lips with one hand: “Hehehe! Jirou sometimes stares at you and smiles. I've noticed this from the Festival!”

Kaminari felt his heart locked in his throat and his mouth dropped open: “What?! Are you serious? No I-I've never noticed!” his face turned again red as a tomato and he covered it with his hands.

She giggled and ruffled his hair: “That's a good thing. I mean, she totally likes you and maybe feeling something for you, but if you didn’t notice her eyes on you, my dear, we have to borrow a pair of glasses from Iida. You. Must. WAKE. UP. AND. ACT!!"

With each word, Mina poked Kaminari's tummy, making him laugh. Then she started to poke him in various spots, all over his torso and under his neck: “Did you understand? You have to move! Come on! Talk to her! Or at least give her a little present, like the choker you gave her after I-Iland. That is now fully integrated in her Hero costume, hehehe!”

Kaminari could not answer back in any way with Mina who kept her attack on every single weak spot: “Hahaha! Stop it Mina! I Gah-hahaha, I got it!”

“Hehehe! You're in a big trouble, Kaminari!” Mina yelled, and she threw herself at him and then tickled him on his hips and sides. Kaminari burst into laughter, throwing himself back onto the couch and arching his back.

“Nonono! Tickle naaahahahaha!!!”

When Mina went for the armpits, he shrieked and let out electric shocks that made his hair stand. Mina laughed with him, surprised by the reaction.

“Hahaha!!! Kaminari, what the hehahaha! What the hell did you do? Your hair!"

“Minahahaha! Plehehehease, dohohohon’t!” he pleaded, trembling.

“Hehehe! I'm sorry, but it's too funny!” and she began to move her fingers so delicately that it was like the touch of a ghost.

Kaminari instinctively closed himself like a hedgehog, and then stretched his legs in the air, kicking a little: "Hahaha! Oh gohohohosh! Minahahahaha!"

“Yes, that’s my name and I know you like light tickles and you're so cute when you giggle like that! Oh! Hey, I know! How about, you ask her for a date at the park? Buy a new pair of airpods for her birthday? Or a box of chocolates for Valentine's Day? Simple ideas that would be perfect!" she exclaimed, still gently tickling him.

“What-hahaha!? Ihihihi, I’m naaahahaha brahahahave enough tohoho ahahahask! I alwahahays froze and I wohohohould panic!" and he began to shake his head frantically from side to side.

Mina stopped instantly.

Kaminari, completely surprised, tried to catch his breath and raised his head to look at her. Mina was staring at him with a dull look.

Kaminari began to worry: “W-what's wrong? Why did you stop so suddenly?”

She pouted and pointed her finger at his nose: “Denki 'Chargebolt' Kaminari! Do you realize what you just said?”

After such a sentence, Kaminari's concern turned into terror: “You faced the USJ Villains. You helped rescue the I-Island hostages. You saved Bakugou and Kirishima from the Shiketsu student. You protected Midoriya and Bakugou from Nine's lightning attack. You played the guitar in front of the whole school and you are one of the few who survived after pulling a prank on Bakugou! Seriously… do you really think that you're not brave enough?”

Kaminari was stunned. Actually, she was right. He wasn't totally a coward, but...

“Mina… thank you for your words. I understand what you mean but... it's different and more complicated...”

Mina pressed her finger against his nose: “Don't you dare contradict me! You ARE brave! Maybe you don't feel ready to talk to Jirou yet, but underestimate yourself, talking only about your failures and defects is wrong! I mean it, never humiliate yourself like this again! Did you hear me?!”

Maybe Mina's reaction was too exaggerated, maybe she was taking the argument too seriously, but looking at Kaminari, she remembered that day... a couple of years ago, when Kirishima apologized for not being able to intervene when the giant Villain threatened her and the other classmates.

For a moment she saw their faces overlap... with the same incredulous expression...

Maybe... those were the words she hadn't been able to say that day ...

The girl took a deep breath and in a serious tone she said: “Now, in the view of the facts and this terrible declaration, I Mina 'Pinky' Ashido, also known as 'Raccoon eyes', I sentence you to the maximum sentence!" and she grabbed his knee as hard as she could: “A minute of tickling in your worst spot!”

Kaminari's eyes became two headlights and he grabbed her arms: “WHAT!? No, you can't do it!”

“Any objections or complaints will not be tolerated!” she said completely serious.

Kaminari started to shake, but also giggling: “M-Mina wait! I beg you! I take back what I said, I swear! I'll buy you all the packages of your favorite candies at the market and even a case of that soda you love! But please don't! I could die here!”

“What did you do so bad, Kami?"

Mina and Kaminari gasped at the sound of the familiar new voice coming onto the scene. Jirou's voice.

The girl had leaned on the back of the couch and she was watching the scene with curiosity: “So? May I know what's going on? Your screams Kaminari could be heard from outside the dorm.”

Kaminari and Mina met their eyes for a second: Mina narrowed her gaze and gave him a little smile; Kaminari was even more frightened.

“Dear Jirou, you came here just in time...”

Kaminari threw himself at her, fearing the worst, in a desperate attempt to protect the secret: “Nononono! Mina don't do it!”

In response, she gently scratched her fingers under his knee and he instantly fell backwards, letting out a laugh.

Jirou became even more incredulous: “What the hell...”

“Now I'll explain everything.” Mina said: “Our dear Pikachu...”

Oh no! Pleasepleaseplease ~

“Practically humiliated himself, talking a lot of nonsense, and this is unacceptable!”

“…What!?” Kami and Jirou asked in unison.

Mina continued, in a serious tone of voice, but with an amused expression: “That's right! He dared to say that he is a good for nothing, that he only makes a fool of himself and he considers himself a coward! He didn't want to hear reasons, despite my attempts to make him understand the nonsense he was saying and I got angry!”

Jiro turned to look at Kaminari: “Dang Denks, what the hell is going through your head? Are you still under the effect of a short circuit by chance?”

He was more incredulous than before, with his mouth wide open trying to formulate any sentence, without success. A marble statue. Not even Aizawa's angry look ever reduced him in that state.

Jirou continued: “Are you convinced of what you said? No wonder that Mina wants to punish you. None of us have ever thought of you as weak or a coward. Not even Bakugou, trust me.”

Kaminari raised an eyebrow: “Dunce face?”

Mina rolled her eyes: “That doesn't count. It's just Bakugou, you know him. We are all nothing but 'extras', and then you can find him always teaming up with you and Kiri.”

Jirou nodded: “Yes indeed. And for the nicknames, I don't know what’s worse. He, who keeps calling us with those terrible nicknames, or us who still answer to him when he calls us using 'em?”

“Pfft-hahaha!” All the three of ‘em burst out laughing.

“Hehe, better not find out. In any case, Mina is right. It's totally uncool AND unmanly humiliating yourself like this, sooo...” Jirou's gaze shifted to Mina: “What is the penalty for this heinous crime, Your Honor?”

Kaminari began to tremble again: he had forgotten that Mina was holding his knee hostage.

“Well... at first I thought that tickling his worst post for a minute was a fitting one, but...”

Kaminari knew that troubles were coming, looking at Mina’s smile.

“… In all my magnanimity, I decided to halve the length of my sentence… BUT Jiro will help me, by tickling the other knee! Maybe two of us will get a better result, hehehe!”

Kaminari's face, if possible, took a bluish tone: “W-what!?” it came out like a yelp.

“Um, interesting... Fair enough. I'm in!” Jiro answered, quickly grabbing Kami's knee from behind the couch.

Kaminari's heart stopped for a second and spoke with a trembling voice: “Waitwaitwait! W-wait! Wait girls, time out, please... I-I know there's no way to stop you… but please... Go easy on me… ” more than the tickle, now it was Jirou's presence that frightened and embarrassed him.

He knew his reactions very well, and they were the reason why he was everyone's favorite prey in the class, along with Midoriya. He didn't mind having tickle fights with his classmates, sometimes it even happened with Uraraka and Hagakure… but Jirou!?

They had barely touched each other, and now he was in the position of being tickled in his worst spot by her. Oh dear!!

Mina stroked his knee: “Hey hey, don't worry! It's just a game and only thirty seconds, Denks. I promise. Not one more. And we absolutely won’t be ro-OH! Right! Maybe you don't know it Jirou, but Kami is terribly ticklish under his knees. He can handle only light tickles. Be careful to never be rough, or he could even feel pain. That’s why we hardly tickle him there.”

“Ohmygosh, really? I didn't know. I'll be gentle Kami, promised. Like as if I'm playing my… electric guitar, hehe! Who knows what sound will come out.” she asked, sticking her tongue out for the joke.

Kaminari looked at both the girls, trying in vain to hide an embarrassed smile. He closed his eyes with his hands and lay down on the couch, moaning in protest: “...two against one is not faaair...”

“For this time, just deal with it Sparky!” and the torture began.

Kaminari immediately burst out laughing, holding his belly with his arms and trying with all his strength not to kick so as not to hit the girls, but they had grabbed him well and, as promised, they were giving him only light tickles.

Mina sneered: “Come on, Kami, you can do it! 5 seconds... 6... 17... 78... 45...”

Kaminari's laugh took an octave higher: “MINAAAHAHAHAHA! PLEASE! DOHOHOHOHN'T DO THAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”

“I should play this guitar more often! It has a really nice sound, especially the high notes!” Jirou laughed.

Kaminari began to weep like a waterfall but, despite the torture, he was really enjoying all of it and, even if it was only for a moment, he could see Jirou's amused expression and smile, and it warmed his heart.

Her touch, if possible, was even more effective than Mina's: light and delicate, as if she were really plucking the strings of the guitar.

“… 29 aaaaand 30! Hands up Jirou!” Mina exclaimed triumphantly and they both released Kaminari's knees. Red as Kirishima's hair, he closed himself sideways, trying to catch his breath amid the laughter and the tickly feeling still all over him.

“Are you okay, Denks?” Jiro and Mina asked, massaging his shoulders and back.

In response, he rolled over on his back ... and raised his thumbs to the sky: “Weee!”

“Pfft-hahaha! Yes, he’s fine!” they both laughed.

"Hehehe... I-I am fihihihine... thahahanks for nehehever being rough on me...”

Mina bent down to hug him: “What are you saying, you silly! We love you! We would never hurt you!”

Jirou got behind him and ruffled his hair: “But that's obvious, Jemmingway!”

Mina then whispered in his ear: “... and I would never have dared to reveal your secret...”

Kaminari looked at his friends and smiled: “Heh… thanks girls. For everythig.”

Jirou poked his neck with her earphone jacks: “Come on, tell us the truth. In the end you were having fun, am I wrong!?”

He chuckled: “Ohohokay okahahay! You are rihihihight!” and he took her jacks to stop her.

“Of course he enjoyed it. Although most of the time he is tortured by boys, he too manages to win many fights. His Quirk is terribly effective.”

Kaminari froze... with an interesting idea in his mind: “My Ladies of the Court of Justice, may I make a statement?”

“Permission granted. What is it about?” Mina asked smiling.

Kaminari hid his eyes behind his hair: “I would like to show you that lesson is learned. And I think...” he gave some very slight shocks on Jirou's earphone jacks: “... that I have found the right way.”

Jirou jumped back, laughing at the funny sensation that had expanded throughout her body and then stopped, bringing out a worried but also amused expression.

“...What could be braver than me facing both of you, after your torture?” Kaminari asked, letting out small shocks from his hands.

Mina immediately realized what was happening and she slowly backed away: “Kami, I know what you have in mind, but your Quirk-”

“Thirty seconds. In all my magnanimity, the penalty will be thirty seconds for each of you, I promise. But I’m taking the liberty of using my Quirk, since I am alone... And the first one I catch, will have to help me taking on the second one. Does it sounds fair to you?”

The girls looked at each other, sharing the same amused look: “Fair enough, Sparky. But...”

Mina threw a pillow straight in Kaminari's face, who ended up falling on the couch, laughing.

“You have to catch us first! Run for it Jirou!”

#bnha #bnha tickle #bnha tickle fic #mha #mha tickle #mha tickle fic #kaminari #denki kaminari #jirou kyouka #mina ashido #lee!kaminari #ler!mina #ler!jirou #tickle fic #sfw tickle fic

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anyway for the Fucked Up Fire Nation Royal Family Analysis

i think it’s important to note that this is the last time in her life azula would have supportive adult guidance that wasn’t just flat out abusive, and it’s really sad to see, because she’s… a kid. a fairly normal kid. a mean one, but the reason is equally as sad to see- she idolises her father. she adores him, and kids at that age do imitate the behaviour of adults around them! azula's behaviour is an imitation of her father- she's so young it's almost certainly imitation of someone- and that behaviour is concerning.

she’s violent, callous, and you can already see a burgeoning manipulative streak within her (as much as it’s possible at her age- it’s transparently obvious bc she’s like. five or six years old she’s not really old enough to do it well). but she’s not the monster we‘ll see later on. most obviously, she seems to genuinely love her brother on some really messed up level. she drags him into her “games” (even if they’re basically just bullying) she drags him into her eavesdropping and she does genuinely warn him about the risk to his life- albeit in a cruel way. she wants to be around zuko! she doesn’t have a solid grasp on how to express that at all- since the person she admires and looks up to doesn’t even see her as a person but an extension of his own will- but she does care.

but by the time of the series, we'll see her actively just completely fine with killing her brother. even when she was eleven, she was happy to see his abuse. and the reason why, i think, is probably pretty obvious but also sad as shit and that’s the fact that the prior abuse zuko went through (and therefore, azula experienced by proxy- abusing one child in front of another is threat of harm and therefore abusive in turn) most likely started, or at least intensified, after the flashback seen in this episode.

which also means what we're seeing? the fucking sad scenes of baby zuko? yeah, they’re probably the happiest memories the poor kid had.

but yeah, anyway. while the children's mother was around, they at least had someone looking out for them- someone who would be able to do something to protect them and cares enough to do so. i absolutely think he was abusive before then- the fact azula, who idolises him enough to earnestly hope for him to become the fire lord, mimics abusive behaviour, is sign enough of that. for kids that young, bullying is in fact often an expression of a bad home life, because young children mimic what they were taught. but it had to be subtler, it had to be something that their mother couldn’t pick up on.

but once she was gone? once ozai was the fire lord, and not just a second son, a spare for if the heir were to perish? anyone who cared enough to stop it couldn’t. ozai had enough strength both martial and political it’d be essentially suicide. even iroh couldn’t do anything when zuko at thirteen was mutilated in front of him.

and from what we can gather, it seems a very clear scapegoat- golden child dynamic emerged. zuko was the primary victim of direct abuse, made to feel useless and humiliated for not living up to his sister, while azula grew up being made to watch this, internalising that she was superior to her brother and therefore had to be perfect else she’d meet the same abuse he did. and just. ughhh. poor kids. i mean this absolutely does not excuse either of them especially azula who's pretty clearly abusive towards her polycule but like. they were prisoners inside a gilded cage of a castle and treated like living extensions of a sadistic war criminals will. no wonder they became shitty people (and zuko is trying he's just mentally fucked from the abuse and believes he's the one in the wrong and therefore obsessively clings onto the excuse his father gave for abusing him and tirelessly works to change that into something his father would love because he sees approval and love from his father as a sign he’s doing good because he is sixteen. the latter part about approval applies to azula too but she’s also pretty clearly entirely uncaring about the morality side even if she does admire and love her father)

#whew. i love writing these but they’re exausting #Tldr I am kicking Ozai in the dick and adopting baby zuko and baby azula #Atla liveblog

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A perspective for contextualizing Elden Ring: Marika does not exist

Consider what gods are, in the anthropological sense. Gods do not exist except in the minds and artefacts of people who define them. Marika is a god, therefore, Marika does not exist. Paradoxically, Marika exists because Radagon believed in her.

"The modern gods right now are the things we give our attention to, the things we give our time to, because time is precious, time is what we use to worship." - Neil Gaiman, on the New Gods (American Gods)

A question asked about 4 months ago on Reddit, and which has come up a few times since then:

"What do you make of the nominal primacy of Marika but the de facto centralith of Radagon in the Golden Order? Did Radagon exist at the founding of the GO?"

What I make of it is that Radagon/the Elden Beast/the avatar of the Sun in the Lands Between devoted his time to crafting a dream woman. Attaining this is the Golden Order decreed by the Greater Will. Because that's how it's supposed to work - the ideal masculine man hasn't achieved golden perfection without marrying the perfect beautiful wife - the silver moon reflecting the light of the sun. But Marika gained a life beyond her sculptor's expectations, in becoming a woman crafted not as an ideal partner, but as an ideal self.

Radagon is Marika and has always been the Marika whose echoes are relayed by Melina. Because both Radagon and Marika are personas in the end - both are fabrications of the Elden Beast that was once sent as Envoy of the Greater Will.

"Other dimensional beings are undoubtedly amazed at what human beings will accept as human beings too. 'But it's just a stick with a person on it.'" - Also Neil Gaiman, about bees believing that painted sticks are other bees

And the Elden Beast is itself representative of the order decreed by the Greater Will. The command to become golden. The Golden Order. Something to which so much time was dedicated to following that it grew to become a god of a different magnitude itself.

Therefore, in sequence: the Elden Beast - or "Radagon" for simplicity - created Marika (with her basic characteristics copied and refined from a particular woman who did exist at some point - see Roderika for example). Radagon governed the Lands Between as Marika, for a time (see Mimic Tears, Marika's Mischief, etc for the mechanism, specifics are unimportant. Someday I'll release my queued post comparing Radagon and Loki), because a majority of the population needed to believe in Marika for her to become accepted as a god consort. Then priorities changed when Radagon realized that he liked being Marika more than being "himself", self-image began to crumble, and Radagon went to study at Liurnia how to be Marika permanently. Its all very transgender, although through a strange route that makes sense in the context of gods who do not conform to the grounded limitations of the real world.

To truely become Marika, Radagon had to be destroyed. Because being another person means not being Radagon. But in the end Marika needed to be shattered too, because she had been modelled on a Numen from outside the Lands Between and becoming her could not be anything more than shallow imitation (see Melina being used as kindling to burn the Erdtree as a metaphor for letting go of the dream maiden). So, the status of avatar of the Greater Will in the Lands Between was handed off to someone else, while the discarded shell of Radagon and Marika wait at the Erdtree to be put to rest by the Tarnished.

The revelation that "Marika is Radagon" from using Law of Regression on the statue led Goldmask to conclude that Marika should remain the Inner Order to Radagon's Outer Order. Not a persona to be worn outwardly, but something to be hidden. Jungian psuedopsychology concept of anima. The gods are no better than men. Corhyn either is or represents the monk who wanted to be a maiden so of course he's broken about it when Goldmask concludes that it is impossible and the Elden Ring should be put back exactly as it was (except now not able to be broken). It's a regression that undoes all of the progress that Radagon made studying in Liurnia where he had concluded that for the sake of becoming Marika the ring should be deconstructed and reformed into a new shape.

From a certain point of view, Radagon was at odds not with the original Marika, but with what the idea of Marika grew to become over time while he was the part of the personality that stagnated.

...and that was generally where the original response ended. But now there's DLC on the way that invites us into a dream world to learn about the origins of Marika. And there's Messmer all done up like what I'd expect from a younger Radagon. From what we know of the framing device he won't be - not literally - but this does seem to be circling around more Jungian ideas. Basically, the idea that the 'Shadow' is a part of the unconsciousness where repressed thoughts are shoved, and it is a place accessible to the anima/animus but not the persona. So, the past self of Radagon/Marika envisioned as one of their offspring and buried in the Shadowlands.

And with all the Madonna/pregnant woman imagery I have just this feeling of dread of having to untangle the Freudian pseudo-psychology mother complex stuff that's tied up in this theatrical recreation of Marika's origin.

But anyways this all is what I think about whenever Marika is called a bitch or a tyrant or etc. It's shadowboxing against an imaginary woman whose physical presence is never seen - Marika does not exist.

#Elden ring #media analysis #elden ring lore #the reason why I suspect Freud is because that name was invoked for a character in Armored Core 6 #Also my dismay when I told a friend that god = ideal self & Elden Lord = perceived self & demigods = personas #And he was like “you mean superego & id & ego?” which I don't think is exactly right but it's the pop culture thing #I get the impression that thinking 4th dimensionally to sort out all of this stuff is a major hurdle for most people

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cross-armageddon · 9 months

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One more PJO x PRSK post before hiatus

Like I mentioned before - I'm going away for a few days and I won't have access to my tablet, so no doodling anything. I will be able to reply to asks, although it might take some time. I will also schedule a post about Prima Vista, so you know I'm still alive

I will be back doing silly stuff afterwards!!

Niigo (1/2)

(a friend of mine started praising that I put mi🅱️uki and kanada together, but in reality i just simply had an idea for both of them, good my friend's happy tho)

I did already mention some Kanade shenanigans, like the fact she regularly goes out of the camp to visit her human dad. She makes a huge sacrifice going out, with her sensitivity making her light-headed all the time, but hey, that's why she always has someone to accompany her.

She can fight a little, but yeah, it's pretty difficult for her. Instead she works with people higher rank than her during nighttime. It's either simple watch patrol or she practices tending to wounds. A LOT of campers dislike being admitted to her, because... Well, being tended to by a child of a god of death isn't a good sign, despite Kanade being the cutest awkward creature ever created on this planet and actually being pretty decent in patching up wounds. Her gemstone searching powers aren't really much of importance to her - if she ever uses that, it's mostly for negotiations (she's not affected by a curse like Hazel) or for distraction (the classic "throw a coin" situation, but it's eith literally any shiny rock ever).

If you want to ask how she wasn't exploited for that power - the gems don't appear next to her for no reason, she summons them willingly. Simply saying, nobody knew about it, not even her, that is until she found out.

Now, Mizuki.

What did I mean by transformation powers?

Mizuki is naturally talented with making costumes and applying makeup, to the point that they can easily appear as someone else.

Makeup they apply can easily make the optical illusion of having a different face, nose or even eye shape. They can either create a whole fake identity on the spot or imitate someone else, which is a pretty scary ability, but quite fitting. They can get perceived as a whole different person based of their appearance at the moment.

They can pretend to be anyone, but they definitely prefer to imitate girls more often (self explanatory). Appearing as Ena is a pretty successful prank on the real Ena (also Akito, but he quickly figures it out, since Mizuki can't speak when imitating someone - their voice doesn't change).

Also I already mentioned it, but imagine the Aphrodite claim going like this

Aphrodite trans beam (/hj, the closet may be glass, but Mizuki hasnt actually came out YET. On another hand, I like the idea of Aphrodite affirming her children's gender identities while claiming them as hers.)

Also, Mizuki was probably one of the first ones from the cast to get admitted to their respective camp. So yeah, no way of anyone else really knowing, besides the ones who canonically know, like Rui.

Now, a very interesting thing I designed for them - their needle cushion they have on their wrist.

Mizuki can fight with a normal weapon, but those "sewing" needles (not actually for sewing) are their secondary secret weapon.

From the cushion's backside, there's an opening where they can put any liquid inside. After closing it, they can wear the cushion on their wrist and push the needles into it to let them soak in whatever liquid is inside. It could be centaur blood, it could be something to paralyze someone overtime, whatever non-lethal thing - or actual deadly poison. Although the last one is only for real battles and never for practice, wouldn't wanna accidentally kill a campmate.

The needles work against monsters AND demigods, so that's fun! Don't fuck with Mizuki!

Anyways that was all for the post, I'm gonna be back in a few days, but I will post the next Prima Vista event story in the middle of my vacations okay bye

#project sekai #prsk fa #akito shinonome #rui kamishiro #mizuki akiyama #kanade yoisaki #prsk x pjo #pjo au #ena shinonome #fun hc i like to imagine about mizuki is that they go on the thispersondoesntexist website and transform themselves into one of them #then proceed to post about it online on a burner account for clout #gets thousands of likes

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Too friendly

Pairing: Hawks x Fem!Reader

Warnings: voyeurism, cursing, hawks being cute and oblivious, jealousy, Y/N is a menace.

Notes: still not beta proof, english is not my first lenguage so there might be mistakes.

At the start of your relationship by no means you were new to the agency, you have worked here for at least a year by now, but you never have come face to face with her.

Hawks' personal assistant.

This particular week you had to take some papers to hawks for him to approve, but what did it stop you?

"Sorry but hawks is really busy right now and he can't attend you"

"Oh, well he told me to come here so, excuse me" you took your folder and walked past her and went directly to his office. As soon as you knocked he opened the door with the biggest and happiest smile.

"My love!" He took the folder from your hands and enveloped you in a tight embrace "thanks for the hard work".

The face of disgust and hate in her face was enough to start putting pieces together and know why every female worker hated her.

Hawks loosened his grip on you a little "why it took you so long to come here?"

"Because your assistant didn't let me pass" you wanted just to clarify the incident but it seems that it would only get worse.

"I'm so sorry sir, I didn't know she was your girlfriend" with the most syrupy voice she could muster.

"Oh don't worry, it was a tiny mistake" hawks kept being oblivious to the situation even as he is a trained spy.

"Hawksie you haven’t post anything in a while, do you want me to do it?"

This bitch, hawksie? Is this for real? Why isn't he putting a stop to this?

"That would be great, here" He gave her his phone, and she even knew the password. "You don't look good in this photo" the exaggerated disgust she embedded into the sentence was starting to make you mad.

"I took that photo"

"I guessed so, don't worry hawksie I can take another one" and the fact that his response was "alright" and a bright smile was enough.

You shrugged his arm that was around you and looked at him with a smile "sorry sir, I need to keep doing my work"

You bowed and left through the elevator. He was confused as to why you were so mad that you went back to the formalities with him.

As soon as you left his assistant told him she was getting him coffee but he could care less when his sidekicks started mocking him.

"Told you to put her a stop"

"What do you mean?"

"Oh hawksie, let me take a picture, let me bring you coffee" his sidekick imitated a feminine voice. "You know she looks more like your girlfriend than an assistant, right?"

Now it made sense, and he was so stupid to miss it. And the consequences were now getting back at him with you going completely radio silent the whole week, if papers were needed, you would send someone else. You didn’t respond to his messages or even the professional emails he sent you.

He was getting desperate.

"Please babe, I need your hugs and kisses :("

And your only response to that email was "sorry sir, why don't you ask your assistant for the required needs"

Maybe you were going too far with this, but you needed to take your point across, and if he didn't put a stop to her nonsense you would.

"Please Y/N, I need you ;_;"

"Fine, I'll be up there in five minutes" He was so happy and still so oblivious.

"Is she there?"

"Yes…"

"Good" you would have responded but he would figure out what you were going to do.

You went to the floor of his office. And there she was, in her stupid desk in front of his office.

"It's you again, Hawks is-" she tried to stop you again but you were not in the mood.

"Look, if you wanted to be with him you should have made something before he was with someone"

You continued your path to his office while she stayed frozen in place, nobody had ever put up to her.

"Sweetheart yo-" he was cut mid-sentence when you slammed the door in your way in. Everybody outside the office was confused but said nothing and continued working until fifteen minutes in they started to hear loud grunts.

Everything got silent.

"Oh fuck, yours- I'm yours Y-Y/N. Please - fuck- let me cum!"

The mood turned awkward but that didn’t matter, what mattered was when his assistant packed her things and left. Everyone one just looking at his office door.

After that no one made a comment about what just happened and pretended to go back to work. And a few minutes later you came out looking radiant with a smug look on your face while taking the elevator.

You definitely made your point across.

Bonus: Hawks was a wobbly mess after you left. Had to take the rest of the day off.

#bnha #mha #my hero academia #bnha fanfiction #fanfic #mha fanfiction #boku no hero academia #bnha hawks #hawks x reader #mha hawks #hawks fluff #keigo takami x reader #takami keigo x reader #keigo takami #takami keigo #keigo x reader #hawks smut #mha smut #bnha smut

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nesisamess · 5 months

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thinking about akane/sora.

sigh that whole thing along with her (their? both of their?) dynamics with utsuro, and how that kind of bleeds over into yuki.

i was gonna put some shit in the tags but my brain just kept writing so ahem here we go (sorry as always for the nonsensical rambling if you can’t tell i just use tumblr as a place to word vomit about the things that are Taking Up My Brain)

The main reason I’m not a huge fan of Sora/Yuki is because how much of it is just Sora’s programming? But at the same time that just makes everything 1000x more interesting because where does Sora begin and the programming stop, yknow? Sora is so vastly different from Akane imo that it feels weird to call Sora nothing but an imitation of Akane, but… canonically, i mean, that’s all she really is

I’m definitely a big believer in your own interpretations of media (and especially with some of Kodaka’s choices that i don’t personally agree with) and in Sora’s case I kind of don’t believe she’s just this really simple ai. I definitely think that her relationship with Akane and the melding of them is v. v. interesting and could lead to a lot of emotional development but it becomes a lot less interesting to me when it’s just like “oh yeah sora isn’t even like. anywhere close to real she can never be real whatsoever” like is the questioning of her own reality not enough? cuz her emotions feel pretty fucking real and it feels ridiculous to say otherwise

In my own fanfiction & writing for a post sdra2 what-if-sora-survives a lot of her struggle is with figuring out how much of akane is still in her. like. that’s almost a seperate person, but wait, no it’s not. i have her memories. i have her face. i stare in the mirror and she looks back and am i her? am i the one who did all those horrible things? or was it someone else? and sora’s struggle with that could be so so interesting

and how yuki/utsuro plays into it too ughhhh

did sora ever really love yuki, or was it all just the programming? and is that programming her or is it akane? and who is she, if she’s not just akane? utsuro and akane are 100% an unhealthy ass relationship and that always will kinda poison any variation of sora/akane x yuki/utsuro ships for me.

but utsuro and akane at the same time are so fucking interestinggggg in their toxic mess like she fucking worships him. he is a god to her but to him? akanes just another follower. a particularly loyal one but at the end of the day he. does. not. care. about. her. whatsoeverrrrrr!!! he doesn’t care about anything, not even himself

and i think she kinda knows that, or is aware but she doesn’t even care because to her utsuro is a god and she’s thankful he even lets her worship him. because he saved her. and how fucked up must akane’s situation must have been? i mean, i can’t imagine. and now, post sdra2, sora has all these memories. she remembers all this shit, all the reasons why she worships and loves utsuro but also. she has other stuff. she has yuki, and yoruko, and all these new memories that she had made. but, but… but she would still pick him.

and doesn’t that prove it?

that after all this time that sora didn’t even get to experience, she is the same.

the same girl that did all these horrific things in the name of worship.

is she also, then, the person she was before those memories came back? the person who flirted with yoruko and created bonds and made sarcastic comments.

is she…

is she both? neither?

well, we’ll never get an answer.

because at the end, she did what she always did.

she sacrificed herself for him.

#akane taira #yuki maeda #utsuro #inane ramblings #listen. i never claimed to be able to think coherently #reading this you would never know i’m a half-decent (imo) writer #can you tell i’m autistic yet?#also i like. am loving writing about all this in my fanfiction i’m currently writing the 2nd chapter for lol #it’s called old habits and it is also centered on syobai my fav character <3 #i have not posted the 2nd chapter yet but i am WORKING ON IT #if you’re into that kinda shit please check it out i promise i’m still making progress on it slowly but surely #i have over 6000 words written for the outline so like. i don’t plan on quitting anytime soon #oh shit it’s 3 am uhhh #it’s fine i don’t have shit to do tomorrow #or ever #perks of having no social life!!

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musette22 · 2 years

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Heat Wave

Pairing: Chris Evans x Sebastian Stan (Evanstan)

Word count: 2.5k

A/N: Like every single person in this fandom I’ve been replaying Chris’s Buzzfeed puppy interview non-stop in my mind (and also on youtube) since it came out last week, and giving too much thought to his flirty thot behavior during the Lightyear press tour, so my brain said “do the thing” and I did.

Also, you guys are familiar with the concept of ‘more cake’ right? ‘Cause that’s all this is lol. This is either very fun or very weird, so... enjoy?

Beta'd by my best boo, @rainbowsandcoconut 😘

Read on AO3

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"Oh, shut up.”

Chris grabs his bare chest in pretend affront. “Shut up? That’s what I get for telling my dear friend she looks nice in a bikini?”

Scarlett rolls her eyes. “You know it weirds me out when you say stuff like that.” She drops her chin, lowering her voice into a mocking imitation of Chris’s. “‘I swear, if you weren’t like a sister to me…’ Like, what does that even mean?”

“It’s meant to be a compliment!”

“It’s a weird ass compliment. Go flirt with someone who isn’t like a sister to you and is also, you know, not married.”

“Ew.” Chris pulls a face. “I’m not flirting with you.”

Scarlett gives him a deadpan look. “You’re like the biggest flirt I know, Chris. You flirt with anything that moves.”

“’Scuse you,” Chris huffs. “Just because you can’t take a compliment doesn’t mean I’m hitting on you, alright? You think that’s flirting? I hate to break it to you, sis, but you ain’t seen nothin’ yet.”

Scarlett snorts, hitching her bikini top up a little higher. “That so? Well, go subject someone else to it, is all I’m saying.”

Repeating Scarlett’s words in a high-pitched, whiny voice, because he’s mature like that, Chris turns away, towards the pool. Hands on his hips, his eyes scan the gaggle of assorted co-stars and crew members seeking refuge from today's searing heat by the poolside. It’s so hot that the Civil War producers decided to give everyone a day off from filming, and people are taking full advantage of it.

He considers his options. There’s Lizzie, maybe – but no, taken. Emily's just gotten engaged. Maybe Tina from costume..? Wait no, she’s married.

“Nobody here’s single, though,” Chris pouts.

Scarlett hums thoughtfully, looking around as well. “Well... what about Sebastian?”

Chris barks out a surprised laugh. “Seb? But he’s –”

“A guy?” Scarlett shrugs. “So what? Surely a minor issue like gender isn't going to be a problem for someone as confident in their flirting skills as you are? Or were you just bluffing?”

They stare at each other for a long moment, locked in a battle of wills that Chris is very familiar with, after over a decade of friendship with the woman in front of him.

He takes a moment to consider Scarlett’s point. He doesn't usually come on to guys, at least not with any sort of intent, but he thinks he could be persuaded. He's mostly straight, sure, but he's not entirely immune to male good looks, nor is he averse to broadening his horizons a little. And Sebastian... Well, Sebastian is Sebastian, and Chris has a soft spot, alright?

It’s true that Sebastian is newly single. From what Chris had heard, it’d been an amicable split, just two people deciding it would be better to go their separate ways. Sebastian hasn’t seemed all that torn up about it these past few weeks, and if he had been, maybe Chris’s reply would’ve been different.

But as it is, he makes up his mind, and nods. “Ok, you know what? Fine.” He runs a hand through his damp hair, cracking his neck, and then his fingers for good measure. “Watch and learn.”

Scarlett merely quirks a sardonic eyebrow.

Taking a bolstering breath, Chris hones in on Sebastian, who’s standing by himself at the other end of the pool, frantically trying to finish his ice pop before it melts all over his hand, with limited success. By the time Chris reaches him, he’s just dropped the stick into a nearby bin and is licking his fingers to rid them of any remaining stickiness.

When he turns around and finds Chris suddenly standing in front of him, he starts. “Oh, hey.”

Chris dives straight in. “Hi, baby,” he winks. “You havin’ a good time?”

For a long second, Sebastian stares back at him with his mouth hanging slightly open. “Huh?”

“You havin’ fun?” Chris repeats, flashing Seb his most winsome smile.

“I’m-” Sebastian blinks, wiping his hands on his swimming trunks. “I- yeah, it’s, it’s really hot, but nice?”

“Good, good. You here with someone?”

A small frown appears between Sebastian’s eyebrows. His eyes dart over Chris’s right shoulder, presumably at Scarlett, before turning back to Chris. “Yeah, I mean, I’m here with you guys?”

“Sure,” Chris nods, “’course y’are. But you’re not here with anyone… special?”

“Um…” Sebastian frown deepens, making him look thoroughly nonplussed. “No?”

Chris tssk’s, shaking his head. “Well, that just won’t do. Sweet guy like you, all by himself?”

“What?" Sebastian chokes out a startled laugh. "I’m- Chris, what-?”

“What’s your name?” Chris interrupts, determined to keep up his charade, especially now that he can see how flustered it’s making Sebastian. It’s pretty cute, if he’s being honest.

Suddenly, Sebastian’s expression clears, the furrow on his brow smoothing out and his mouth forming a little ‘o’ of understanding as the penny finally drops. He chuckles, bringing a hand up to the back of his neck before glancing up at Chris through his lashes with a look that can only be described as ‘coy’. “I’m, uh- Sebastian?”

Chris breaks out into a grin, giddy with the realization that Sebastian is game to play along.

“Sebastian, huh,” he repeats, tilting his head a fraction. “That’s a cute name. Suits you. Pretty name for a pretty guy.”

Sebastian bites his lip around a smile. “Ah, thank you.”

“And he’s polite,” Chris exclaims. “Aren’t you a doll. Where have you been all my life?”

Slowly, Sebastian shakes his head from side to side, like he can’t believe Chris’s antics but he’s entertained despite himself. “I was right here,” he replies, a little smirk tucked away in the corner of his ice pop-reddened mouth. “Where were you?”

“Oh,” Chris gasps, clutching his chest, “oh no, see, you can’t do that. You can’t smile at me like that and expect me not to throw you over my shoulder and carry you right outta here, pal.”

“Jesus Christ,” Sebastian mumbles, more to himself than to Chris, smiling so wide now it makes his nose wrinkle and his eyes nearly close.

Unexpectedly, Sebastian’s bashfulness sparks an eagerness inside of Chris; a desire to keep it up, to push the limits and see how far he can take this thing. It spurs him into taking a step closer, crowding into Sebastian’s personal space.

“Would you like that, Sebastian?” He reaches out to carefully tuck a stray strand of hair behind Sebastian’s left ear. “If I picked you up and swept you away, took you somewhere private, maybe?”

It’s barely audible, but Chris still catches the hitch in Sebastian’s breath. It makes his own breathing speed up in response, his heart rate ticking up ever so slightly.

“C’mon, honey, whaddaya say?” Chris coaxes, ducking his head to try and catch Sebastian’s downcast eyes. “You trust me?”

Letting out a slow breath, Sebastian looks up. His gray-blue eyes are arresting as ever, though the look in them is new, unfamiliar – thrilling. “Yeah,” Sebastian says, voice low. “Yeah, I trust you.”

Something in Chris’s chest clenches, his heart thumping heavily. He takes a slow, measured breath in an attempt to rein in his emotions before he answers, “Good. That’s real good. Thanks for trustin’ me, baby.”

A small, involuntary sound escapes Sebastian. It seems to startle him, making him avert his gaze and cast his eyes back down at the ground.

“No, don’t hide,” Chris murmurs, lifting a hand and hooking his index finger under Sebastian’s chin to tilt it up. “God, look at that face. You look a lil nervous, huh?” He smiles gently. ‘S okay, pal. Got nothin’ to worry about. I’ll take care of you.”

Chris doesn’t miss the way Sebastian’s jaw slackens, or the way his Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows. Slowly dragging his gaze from Sebastian’s throat up to his face, Chris notices Sebastian’s usually almost translucent eyes have gone dark, pupils dilated so far the black has all but swallowed up his irises. “Oh,” he says softly, gently taunting. “Did I strike a chord? There somethin’ you need, sweetheart?”

Sebastian doesn’t reply, just breathes out shakily, his eyelashes fluttering in time with Chris’s eager heart.

Around them, everything has slowed down; gone quiet. There’s a hushed quality to the previously boisterous poolside hubbub, nothing registering in Chris’s consciousness aside from Sebastian’s shallow breathing and the heat radiating from his smooth, toned torso, noticeable even in the sweltering weather.

“What is it?” Chris’s eyes roam over Sebastian’s face, cataloguing his every blink and breath. In the back of his head, a little voice is shouting at him about danger, and lines that can't be uncrossed, and stop, retreat, abort mission. It’s remarkably easy to ignore. “Tell me what you want. Lemme me help you out."

Sebastian’s back hits the wall – Chris hadn’t even noticed they’d been moving. When Sebastian licks his lips, Chris’s eyes follow the pink tip of his tongue, running along his glistening bottom lip before disappearing inside again.

Suddenly, Chris is hit with a wave of want so strong that, had he been wearing socks, would’ve knocked them clean off.

Fuck, but he wants to kiss Sebastian. He wants to kiss him bad.

Distantly, he thinks that realization should scare him more than it does. He half expects anxiety to kick in any moment now, forcing him to laugh this off as a joke while he still can, but as the seconds tick by, all that happens is that the coil of yearning in the pit of his stomach pulls tighter and tighter, until he's just about ready to jump out of his skin with it. He feels lightheaded, drunk on desire – and that’s all he’s drunk on. He hasn’t had so much as a beer all day, just water and a can or two of coke, so it's not alcohol making him feel the way he does.

This is all natural. This is real. What started off as a joke has very quickly transformed into something else entirely, and Sebastian – sweet, obliging Sebastian who played along like a good sport – likewise doesn’t look like he’s playing anymore.

Trapped under Chris’s gaze as he is, Sebastian’s expression is flayed open, trusting, needing –

“Please,” Sebastian breathes.

The sound lures Chris in like a siren call. “Yeah,” he whispers, leaning in. “I got you.”

There’s no cautious start, no tentative softness: the moment their lips touch, Sebastian moans and opens his mouth, and Chris takes the unspoken invitation with both hands, plunging in and kissing him hard. Bare chest pressed to bare chest, Chris’s hands reach up to cup Sebastian’s face while Sebastian’s settle on Chris’s waist, fingers gripping tightly as if trying to anchor himself.

Chris gets it. He feels a little like he’s lost at sea himself, like he’s halfway to drowning in Sebastian already, and they’ve been kissing for all of five seconds. Fuck.

Sebastian tastes sweet, like the strawberry ice pop he just had, though Chris wouldn't be surprised if it was just his natural sweetness coming through. Whatever it is, Chris takes great pleasure in licking the taste right out of his mouth and off his lips, too. Sebastian seems to like that, judging by the sounds he’s making; a soft groan at the back of his throat, a small sigh, a tiny whimper that stirs the fire burning in Chris’s gut up higher, blazing hotter.

Teeth scrape lightly at Chris’s bottom lip, making him growl and tilt Sebastian’s head back a fraction so he can kiss him deeper, delving his tongue into Sebastian’s mouth and claiming him. Sebastian whimpers again, hands now straying all over Chris’s back and sides, and Chris wants to feel them everywhere.

Without conscious thought, Chris tilts his hips, pressing into Sebastian and groaning when he meets a telling hardness there. Fucking hell, that feels good.

“Chris,” Sebastian gasps wetly against his mouth.

Chris hums, rolling his hips and changing the angle of the kiss.

“Chris,” Sebastian repeats again, the word muffled but urgent. “Chris, please.”

“Yeah. Whatever you need, baby. Come get it.”

“No- Chris, we’re in public.”

Quite suddenly, Chris stills.

Oh. Right.

He pulls back a little, looking down at Sebastian’s flustered face, gaze lingering on his thoroughly ravaged mouth for a second before meeting his eyes again. “Um. Oops?”

Sebastian chokes out a breathless laugh. “Uh huh.” He bites his lip in a way that's entirely too enticing and greatly tests Chris’s restraint. “You, uh. You were saying something about taking me someplace private?”

“Jesus.” Chris blows out a sharp breath, followed by a breathless laugh if his own. “Yeah. Yeah, I can do that. Want me to throw you over my shoulder, too?”

Despite the state he's in, Sebastian snorts and quirks an eyebrow. “I mean, you can try, but you forget I’m up to about two-hundred pounds, now.”

“You are? Jesus Christ, Seb. That’s hot.”

“Oh, god,” Sebastian mutters, ducking his head to hide his blush.

Chris leans in, pressing his lips to Sebastian’s flaming cheeks. “Hey. You know you’re gorgeous when you’re flustered?”

Sebastian swears, letting his head thunk against the wall behind him. “Okay, you gotta stop that right now.”

“Oh, yeah?” Chris smirks. “Or what?”

“Or I’m gonna stop caring we’re in public and drop to my knees right here, right now.”

Well. That certainly wipes the smirk right off Chris’s face.

He swallows hard, nodding like one of those toy dogs on a car dashboard. “Alright, okay. Let’s go.” Reaching down to grab Sebastian’s hand, he squeezes it lightly before starting to lead him away to a chorus of wolf-whistles and catcalls that follows them all the way back to the changing rooms.

“Thank me later,” Scarlett yells after them, sounding horribly smug about it.

When Chris flips her the bird over his shoulder, Sebastian makes an inquiring sound. "Thank her? What does she mean?"

"Who cares?" Chris shrugs, looping his arm around Sebastian's neck and pulling him back in for another kiss. "What I wanna know is, are we actually going to make it all the way back to the hotel, because I kind of just wanna have my way with you right here in the hallway." Sebastian laughs softly, back to being bashful, and Chris groans. "This is impossible."

"So dramatic," Sebastian teases. "Tell you what, if you manage to hold back until we're in a decently private cab, I promise I will..." he leans in, whispering the rest of his words right into Chris's ear.

Chris exhales heavily. "Fuckin’ hell, Seb. Shoulda known you'd be a little trouble maker."

Sebastian bites his lip again, but this time there's a nervous edge to it. "Sorry," he says sheepishly. "Too much? We don't have to do anything, you know, if you don't feel like-"

Chris stops walking abruptly, turning towards Sebastian and taking his face between his palms. "Sebastian. This is the best afternoon of my life. I want this. Do you want this?"

"Yeah," Sebastian smiles, eyes soft and radiant. "Yeah, I want this."

"Good," Chris nods, and kisses him.

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smartycvnt · 7 months

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Second Chance

Title: Second Chance Pairing: Black Siren x Reader Summary: Y/n lets a little more slip than she meant to during an argument with Laurel. R WC: 580

"Don't walk away when I'm trying to talk to you," Laurel said as she chased after Y/n. Laurel cursed herself for wearing boots with such high heels as she struggled to keep pace with Y/n. They had been out in the field together because as hard as Oliver tried for a crime-free utopia, it wasn't possible. Laurel knew that she wasn't a shining example of morals, but Y/n had been on the brink of genuinely murdering someone who could have been innocent. Laurel hated the righteousness that had rubbed off on her from Team Arrow, and maybe, just maybe, she had let some of that out on Y/n.

"Fuck off," Y/n growled. She continued down the sidewalk towards Dinah's bar. Laurel would have a fun time explaining their latest squabble to Dinah, who had always been much more protective of Y/n than her. Laurel wasn't upset about it, but she had to admit that it was a bit frustrating whenever she had proven herself to be just as much of a member of the team as everybody else and she kept being pushed to the outside. She thought that she had more than earned her second chance at life, but it felt like everybody else disagreed.

"Y/n, I'm sorry," Laurel tried apologizing. "Please, will you listen to me?"

"No, because nobody ever fucking listens to me! I didn't leave my entire life and family back in the past to be treated like a junior superhero again. I came because I thought we had a connection Laurel. I thought that we were one in the same. You're just as bad as Oliver sometimes, and I hate it because it makes me sick to love you when you get like him." Y/n got quiet as soon as she realized what she had said. Laurel's eyes widened at Y/n's revelation. Behind the two of them, Dinah and Mia both tried to pretend that they hadn't heard Y/n's love confession to Laurel. Dinah did a much better job of hiding it than Mia did.

"You love me?" Laurel questioned.

"Of course I love you. Who do you think talked Oliver out of bringing his Laurel back?" Y/n looked distraught. It felt evil to say that she had denied herself the supposed love of her life for what she had been told was a subpar imitation. Y/n didn't agree with that one bit. This Laurel may not have been exactly the same as the one that Y/n had grown up with, but that didn't mean Y/n loved her any less. If anything, Y/n was more in love with this Laurel than she had been with her own. "I need a minute."

"Wait, don't go! I really am sorry, but I can't risk you going to jail or getting caught for something stupid. That guy, he wasn't worth it. He wasn't worth you, nobody is," Laurel told Y/n. It made things a bit better for Y/n to have Laurel's perspective, but her emotions were still running high. "I've done my fair share of killing and getting caught. We can't afford to lose you, Y/n."

"I get that, I do, but I still need a minute," Y/n said. Laurel reluctantly stayed back as Y/n went upstairs to cool down a bit. Slowly, Laurel turned around to where Dinah and Mia were not even pretending to seem distracted.

#one shot #my writing #black siren x reader #black siren #arrowverse x reader #arrowverse #arrow x reader #arrow

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You know what sucks?

DR2's case 3 gets so much guff from people for sucking (and it does lmao) when we were actually on the verge of an INCREDIBLE rebuttal from the killer:

Saying Hajime did it.

Let's go right up to the part where Mikan is about to slip up with that camera angle thing. But instead of saying that, she just breaks down into tears.

"You're a bully, Hajime," she sobs. "Worse than anyone I've ever met! Maybe Hiyoko was mean, maybe everyone I grew up with beat me up, but you! You're the one who turned the only friends I've ever had against me!

"And you were a bully from the very start. You never let me use any of my conversation starters. You used that embarrassing photo of me against Teruteru even when I begged you to forget about it. Now you have everyone convinced that I'm some sort of killer?!

"They all believe you, too. You're so nice, Hajime. Everyone likes having you around. They'll believe anything you say. I used to think you were nice too - that's why I felt safe enough to wake up with you in the morning. That's why I trusted you when you said I was your alibi!

"But I was wrong. We were all wrong. We should never have believed you. Not when you used that trust against me. That alibi was actually your plan to frame me, wasn't it? And you used that trust against everyone else, too.

"Tell me this, Ultimate Liar. Why were you the only one who saw this supposed video? Why should any of us believe it was even real?!"

Cut to Hajime trying to say that video was real, and Mikan demanding proof of it. The most he can say is that it's how he knew to go to the music venue.

The others try to ask why the conference room and music venue were made to look like each other.

"HA! Is that all you have to say? If you were the killer all along, of course you'd know to go to the music venue! The video simply gives you a convenient excuse."

"Isn't it obvious? That was his back-up plan. Just like Peko and her fake serial killer persona, Hajime had his fake suicide video! He set that up in advance knowing he could always blame the only other person who'd be in the hospital - me!

The others would start asking how Hajime would ever have the time or opportunity to set up such an elaborate alibi.

"In the end, I was once again the target of a big, mean, hateful bully!"

"You all think I had enough time, don't you? Weak, clumsy, dumb, pathetic Mikan, suddenly able to kill two people under all of your noses!

"Now it's too complicated?! Now it can't be Hajime?!

"I might be the Ultimate Nurse, but I had three patients to care for! Nobody else stayed to help me, and the hospital was empty! With Fuyuhiko back at his cottage and the others quarantined in the motel, why wouldn't Hajime have all the time he needs to dress up both rooms?

Assuming the class gets tangled up in this enough to realize Hajime has just as much opportunity as Mikan, right down to having the same alibi, it'd be up to Chiaki or Nagito (probably Chiaki) to mention Hiyoko's death. Even if Hajime knew Mikan was busy caring for three patients, and even if he volunteered just to watch how busy she was, and even if he used that information to plan a back-up alibi, there's no way Hajime would have been able to pull off the imitation murder. They've already discussed it: Hajime hadn't seen Monokuma's film until the investigation started, and it isn't like anyone told him what happened -

"And with Nagito in such critical condition, of course I couldn't leave his room! No one knew that better than Hajime, who volunteered to get in my way throughout the day!! Then spent the rest of the night framing me for a video that doesn't exist!!"

"Oh?! Oh oh oh oh oh? What's this I hear? More trust in Hajime, more doubt in Mikan?

Cue the surprise about that, and Hajime's immediate attempt to counter it by saying Ibuki couldn't have -

"'Nobody told him what happened' - is that all you have left? Empty guesses? Because I know someone who could have told Hajime everything about that film: Ibuki."

"Couldn't have told you? Oopsie, looks like someone forgot Monokuma's motive! Ibuki had the Gullible Disease, didn't she? That means you could have made her watch the film, then made her tell you what happened.

"When do you think that could have happened, Hajime? Right after you slashed Hiyoko's throat, but before you strangled Ibuki? Did you need one final alibi to clean up after your mess?"

The timing, as improbable as it is, still checks out. Hajime had all night to do this, according to Mikan. Who's to say he didn't stop in the middle of his murders to watch a horrible film for inspiration? After all, the real killer left Ibuki hanging there for who knew how long.

"The worst part is that you undid everything I tried to do to help. Ibuki was starting to recover, but you strangled her - and tried to blame me, with my weak little arms! You made the concert hall so hot that I couldn't perform a good enough autopsy! You told me to take a rest at the same time you conveniently saw this supposed video, and used that as proof that I had time to make it!"

Nobody else has their ticket (that's why Nagito told Hajime to keep his) and Monokuma isn't telling anyone who's seen anything. All Monokuma will say is that Hajime put on a biiiiig show of buying a sticker to not see a movie that he ended up watching anyway!

The doubt should really be falling onto Hajime as everyone starts to wonder if this is true. Mikan is just such a perfect victim, and with how busy she was caring for the others, could she have really had the time to set up anything so elaborate? It looks more and more like Hajime or Mikan could have equally been the killer, and it's all coming down to who they simply trust more.

This is when Nagito would actually step up. There'd be a long silence before he asks why Monokuma told them Hajime bought that sticker. Back at the movie theatre, Monokuma wouldn't tell Hajime or Nagito who bought that tote bag. That was because the killer bought it. Doesn't that mean Hajime isn't the killer?

Monokuma laments his big mouth, but says Nagito isn't going to deduce his way into another hint like he did with the body discovery announcement. The reason Monokuma told them who bought the sticker but not who bought the tote bag was obviously because the tote bag was more important to the killer's plan!

But from what Mikan is saying, the killer purposely attempting to prove they hadn't seen the film yet would have been a big part of the plan. Crucial, even, because up until then, everyone assumed Hajime had seen the movie! Who on earth would pay $1.5 million for such a cheap sticker to avoid it? And even if it hadn't been the killer's plan from the beginning, it would've certainly been at the core by the time of the trial. So why does telling them who bought the tote bag reveal the killer's identity, but not the sticker?

What I like about that is how it gives Monokuma more of a reason to stop the Monokuma Announcements in the next chapter. Right now, it's kind of arbitrary. But if he got 'tricked' into revealing even more hints because he kept blabbing during the trials and investigations - with even Monomi chiming in to say all his insults did this to himself - then I could easily see him being like, "You know what? Fine. For this Fun House, you're completely on your own. No hints, no announcements, nothing."

But I also like that it corners Monokuma into admitting that the sticker isn't important to the killer's plan in the same breath as affirming the tote bag is. So reasonably, you could write your way back to the same Panic Talk Action and keep "Theatre Bonus Prize" as the same answer. :)

Anyway, the real goal is to have a trial where you know you didn't do it, but it's genuinely your word over somebody else's. With a theme of this being that they don't 'really' know anything about each other, so they can't 'really' trust each other, it'd throw a lot of those character dynamics into the air. The very next chapter has Kazuichi believing Hajime's the traitor, and then Hajime finding out he doesn't actually have a talent while also holding back everything else Nagito learns about them. I wanted more stuff building towards that theme...

... and I wanted Mikan to use the rebuttal that was RIGHT!! THERE!!

She's taking care of three people and is super tired and the autopsy is ruined and she's so frazzled and no one else saw this video and Hajime had the same opportunities WHY DIDN'T SHE JUST ACCUSE HIM OF FRAMING HER?! He had nothing to defend himself with until she talked about the stupid camera angle! THAT'S SO LAME!!

#danganronpa #dangaronpa 2 #mikan tsumiki #dr2 #danganronpa 2 spoilers #my stuff #good job tartra

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