#she is very cute I hope I at least did her a little justice <3

[upperranktwo]

☆Anya Forger | Telepath☆

[chilschuck]

Hear me out...

Witch/mage half-foot reader x chilchuck? Iy would be cute i think?

Maybe they have that carefree, mad hatter-y vibe that makes chil grow white hairs every single moment lol

(sorry for any mistakes, english isnt my first language)

`✦ ˑ ִֶ 𓂃⊹ THIS IS SUCH A CUTE IDEA and i hope i did it justice!!! struggling to write for some reason lately but i got this out for you and i’m so happy that i finished it!!

— CHILCHUCK: x mage half-foot!reader.

꒰ warnings: ꒱ none, sfw + gn!reader!

꒰ wc: ꒱ 570

✦ hope this turned out okay!!! i am trying to get out at least one request a day! <3 enjoy!!

✦ You made it very known you were interested in joining the party, and Laios suggested it wouldn’t be too bad to have another magic user around. Since no one had really any objections to it, you became the party’s second half-foot member.

✦ With a smaller amount of mana than other races, you used your magic in smaller bursts. Even with having to be more observant of when you used it, you were definitely more of a carefree soul than the other members.

✦ Running headfirst into whatever monster made an appearance was common for you, and Chilchuck grabbing you by the collar and pulling you to safety with him was as well. You seemed to have a knack for making Chilchuck grow more gray hairs, whether it be by scaring the hell out of him with reckless behavior or disappearing for a span of time before popping up right behind him. (He didn’t want to guess what exactly you went off to do.)

✦ Chilchuck, when given the chance, would grab you by your shoulders to get onto you about your reckless behavior. To his dismay, you usually gave him that sly, carefree grin you always did. You two were definitely polar opposites in some regards, and Chilchuck had to routinely keep his heart from stopping when you put yourself in danger.

✦ That isn’t to say you weren’t skilled at what you do: even Chilchuck knew you had talent. It was more so that you had a bit more fun than needed, which caused the already older half-foot to feel like he’s aging more.

✦ All his concerns and reprimanding aside, he really did enjoy your company. Maybe it was your whimsical sort of outlook or the way you carried yourself, but he was definitely drawn to you. The first time he realized this was when you scared him so badly that he thought he had lost you. After letting him know you were fine and that it’s nothing some healing won’t fix up, he knew you had begun to grow on him.

✦ You made sure to tease him about his concern over your wellbeing, letting him know you were more than capable of taking care of yourself. Maybe even purposefully putting him on edge with some of your shenanigans just to see him freak out a little.

✦ Secretly, Chilchuck admired how gutsy you were, even if your mad hatter-like personality gave him heart palpitations. He wondered what it must be like to not have any concerns like that, sometimes catching his attention being solely on you and your work.

✦ It didn’t help that you and your personality were pretty charming, after all. Maybe he even found it cute how engrossed in certain aspects of magic you’d get. And how excited you got when you succeeded at something. Also how you’d sometimes catch yourself daydreaming and get lost in thought. The list goes on, much to his dismay.

✦ The half-foot would always deny it, but sometimes Marcille sees the way he looks at you and absolutely teases him. Apparently, it reminds her of a romance novel she read once, about a grumpy man and this mage that taught him how to live life to the fullest. Chilchuck swatted her away, trying his best to ignore the feeling in his chest at that. He definitely has some thinking to do… (And feelings to acknowledge!!)

— dividers by @/cafekitsune! <3

[allmyn1ghts]

Can I pls have Dominik Mysterio x Fem reader where they confess their feelings for each other in the rain with the prompts "I didn't know people like you existed" + "I wasn't expecting you to change my life... but you did"? Make it fluffy!

confessions in the rain ༘⋆✿

Dominik Mysterio x fem!reader

synopsis: you and dom finally confess those hidden feelings :)

warnings: none! just fluff and some cursing

wc: 871

a/n: thank you for this super cute request, I hope I did it justice! enjoy, love! <3

Dominik was your best friend and the man you've been swooning over the past year. 

A year ago you couldn't stand the thought of him or the rest of The Judgement Day. You felt that their presence every Monday night was just… annoying to say the least. But, After many many many attempts at getting you to join, you finally gave in. Rhea was the one who convinced you. 

“C'mon y/n think about all the opportunities we could get you! You could be the next Women’s Champion. I've seen how hard you've been working for that opportunity. Let JD help you.” 

"Fine, but if you guys screw me over, it's not gonna be pretty"

"Now why would we do that y/n?" she says with her signature smirk

So here you are now, the women's Champion, with the four people you now consider family. Shortly after joining, you realized that they weren't that terrible after all. And that's also when you stopped seeing Dom as a nuisance and saw him as the sweet and caring person he truly is. Out of everyone, you and Dom were the closest. The two you just clicked, always together, whether it be ringside supporting each other or just chilling, y'all were inseparable. Your little crush on Dom didn't go unnoticed either. The group often teased you when Dom wasn't around.  

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer.”

“Shut up Preist, I wasn't even looking at him”

“Sure”

or

“Finn, have you seen Dom? I gotta talk to him before his match”

“Nope, I haven't seen your little boyfriend, I'm surprised you don't know where he is.”

“Ha ha very funny, thanks for your help.”

“Anytime love!”

-

Each day your feelings for him grew and you only hoped he felt the same. Telling him the truth was always on your mind. Could it possibly ruin the friendship you have with him? Maybe. but, you never know unless you try… right? Yeah, that wasn't an option at the moment. 

After an eventful Raw, it was time for everyone to get back to the hotel. Everyone seemed to have left already except for you and Dom. It was weird, the five of you guys usually always left together. “You whipped some major ass out there!’ you complimented Dom as the two of yall packed up. “You think so? Felt like I didn't give my best tonight.” he shrugs. “Dom you always give a good show, dont doubt it.” He smiles at your comment. “Now cmon, I think the cab is here” You wrap an arm around his neck and head towards the exit. What you didn't know is that one, it was raining, and two, once you exit, you can't get back in. 

“Oh shit! I didn't know it was gonna be pouring out here,” you said running toward the door. You attempted to open the door. “What the…” you tried again. “Dom I think we're stuck out here…” You begin to anxiously laugh at the situation. “You know this is your fault right” You look at Dom like he has two heads. “My fault?! How was I supposed to know it was gonna be pouring out and-” “Relax y/n, I'm just fucking with you” he laughs at your mini outburst. 

“You're an asshole, you know that right?” the uncomfortable feeling of being wet starting to sink in.

“An asshole you looove”

“Yeah right, in your dreams” 

The two of you laugh and settle into a comfortable silence.

Dom notices you start to shiver. “Here take my jacket” He handed it to you and you put it on quickly. “Thanks” you smile to yourself. Little acts like this is what made you fall in love with him, if only you could tell him that. Minutes pass by still waiting for transportation, and the two of you switch between looking at your phones or watching the rain fall peacefully. Dom decides to break that comfortable silence. 

“Y/n can I tell you something?”

“Of course, what's up”

He turns to look down at you. “I don't know why I have this sudden urge to tell you this but fuck it,” you look at him confused. “Y/N I like you, a lot." Oh? Oh. "Even before you joined JD, when you hated my guts. You're- you're just so perfect, and funny, and beautiful and I can't explain what you do to me, but I love it. I didn't know people like you existed. You mean a lot to me and I don't even know if you feel the same b-” You cut him off, putting your hand on his wet cheek, and smile. “Dom, I've had the biggest crush on you for months now. I'm surprised you didn't notice! He stares at you baffled. "You're lying" "I swear!" Laughs come from both of you, he leans in, kissing you softly. He's the one to break the kiss. “I wasn't expecting you to change my life... but you did" You give him the biggest smile, and as you begin to respond to him, you are interrupted by the sound of a car horn. It's Rhea, Finn, and Damien all smiling at the two of you from the car.

“About damn time!” Damien says. 

i hope you all enjoyed! pls comment and reblog! <3

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[autistic-wxs]

hello!! i had the pleasure of writing a fic for @hammerbonk for the @winter-sekai-gift-exchange !!

she requested AnHane and something from her unit shuffle AU (which is incredible, go check it out!) , so i hope i did both of these things justice! :D

"I can't believe we're actually doing this," An sighs. She still doesn't believe this is happening. Even after a 45 minute train ride and a short walk to the convention center, she stands in a queue for a concert. An idol concert, nonetheless.

"Oh, lighten up Shiraishi! Keep your mind open to new experiences! I imagine this will be fun!" Rui smiles almost devilishly down at her. She grimaces back.

An is trying to keep an open mind, she swears. It's just hard since she hasn't been to an event this scale since renouncing street music.

"Ah, it's our turn!" Hinomori is smiling. Even Asahina looks less depressed than normal. Maybe this will be a good thing.

An was wrong. Oh god, she was so, so wrong. This is awful. The entire space is decked out in pink, sugary decor. The lights are blazing and the air is ridiculously humid. And all the people. There were so many people, more than An had ever seen in her life. Of course these girls that gave Asahina the tickets had to be famous.

Speaking of Asahina, she looked to be doing just as well as An was feeling. Her normally blank-staring face was twisted into an expression of anxiety and disgust. The things she must endure for her kouhai, An mused, must be pretty tame compared to this. Rui and Hinomori, on the other hand, seemed to be having the time of their lives. An had always known the two of them to be familiar with the idol industry, as Hinomori used to be a victim of it, and Rui had been hyperfixated on it for quite some time.

However, none of the others' opinions had any bearing on An herself. She decided to check the time. A quick glance at her phone told her it was 3:15, and the show started at 4:00. There was still a good 45 minutes before the show started. Maybe she should learn a little bit about this idol group. Just so she could put names to faces, or... something like that.

Instagram was as good of a place to start as she could think of. Opening the search bar, she grabbed the ticket back out of her pocket to check the name of the group. 'SUGARSMILE'.. Probably another one of those factory-made pink girl groups, An guessed.

As usual, she was right. Pastels and fairy decor covered the posts on the page. However, the pinned post's first slide was labeled group introduction. This should have some more general info about the group, right?

After clicking on it, the post opened to a group picture of what An assumed to be the group's members. Two girls with pink hair, two girls with blonde hair, and blinding smiles on all four. They were very pretty, as expected of girls in the idol industry.

The next slide was a little bio about one of the pink haired girls. Her name was Emu, and she was regarded as the leader of the group. The pictures of her on the slide depicted her as being incredibly energetic and fun-loving. This was most likely the girl who gave Asahina the tickets, as she regularly described the kouhai as a 'little whirlwind.'

On the next slide was, frankly, one of the prettiest girls An had seen in a long time. Her name was Kohane. Her blonde hair and shy smile had An wrapped around her finger almost immediately.

How could a girl be this cute, An wondered. Before long, she was looking to see if this girl had her own account, separate from the group one. She did. An spent the next few minutes looking through it, suddenly way more excited to see the show.

♫⋆｡♪ ₊˚♬ ﾟ.

Kohane was nervous, to say the least. It wasn't like anxiety was an abnormal thing for her, but today it seemed much worse. It was their first solo show, and to top it off, Emu had invited Asahina-senpai. If she hadn't already been nervous, this knowledge would have set her off even more.

Speaking of Emu, she was bouncing off the walls, as normal. The other members of their group, Airi and Saki, were stretching in the middle of the green room. Airi was directing Saki, making sure she was properly stretched out to avoid injury. All four of them had warmed up together earlier, but with Saki's history of injury and hospitalization, it never hurt to be careful. Kohane had been invited to join in, but when Airi noticed her anxious state, she was advised to simply take it easy until showtime.

This was not Airi's first rodeo, and it definitely showed. Kohane knew her senpai had been in the idol industry before joining SUGARSMILE, but hadn't realized how much experience she had. It was comforting to know they had someone who knew what they were doing to help them along.

Before long, Kohane had calmed down a bit. Sure, she was still nervous, but it was a good kind of nervous. The kind that makes you excited to do your best. It was showtime soon, and she finally felt ready.

At last, it was showtime. Their set was a simple six songs, one picked by each of the girls and their two group debut songs. Opening with Newly Edgy Idols, then From Tokyo, Parasol Cider, Flyer, The Theme of the Niccori Survey Team, and ending with The World Hasn't Even Started Yet. Kohane was confident in her vocals and dancing, so it was up to her to add some audience interactions and flair.

Entering the stage was an experience in itself. The room was dark except for the stage lights and the glow sticks that some of the audience held. As soon as Airi and Emu took their first steps onto the stage, the audience erupted into cheers. She and Saki followed behind, taking their spots for the music to start.

"More, more!" Airi started the song off strong, like always.

"More, more!" Emu echoed.

"More, more!" Kohane sang.

"More, more!" Saki followed.

Their dance moves were in sync as the song continued, Kohane feeling more and more confident as it went. She finally felt like she could do this! She turned her gaze out to the audience, scanning the crowd. The song ended and she struck her final pose, giving the audience a wink.

She caught the eye of someone in the audience. A girl with blue hair and amber eyes, standing next to.. was that Asahina-senpai? Ah, whatever, that wasn't important. This girl was so beautiful, and she was looking at Kohane like she had hung the stars and moon in the sky.

Kohane was in love at first sight.

[oodlyenough]

with the apollo justice ports around the corner I finally made a concerted effort to finish AAI. there was a period where i thought i'd play both investigations games AND tgaa before now. lol. lmao even

fandom wasn't kidding that last case can long

miscellaneous spoilers and overall thoughts on AAI1. also it's very long

let's get some good stuff up top to start:

it was pretty funny

the pixel sprites were soooo cute, and most of the character art was nice in general

i liked seeing more of edgeworth and franziska together. this was 80% of the reason i played the game to begin with. stupid little details like the fact that she does, actually, still call him "miles" occasionally were nice to have, and i liked a lot of their bratty sibling interactions

callisto yew was the best lmao i loved her

kay's cute. i gotta disagree with the common fanon that she's literally edgeworth's daughter, on account of it's been two days and someone else has raised her to near adulthood, but being a teenager who shows up sometimes to bother him is a very funny thing for her to be, anyway

the yatagarsu actually being a toxic polycule was funny as shit lmao i love it. and kay at the end saying she wants to find 3 fellow teenage beauties to do it with her fhkldhglkhlfg yes girl end up on reddit queer housing discourse i believe in u babe

i didn't like lang all that much to begin with but once we got to the shih-na reveal i was all in, lmfaoooo. i joked "i hope he eats a poison necklace for her" and five minutes later he was taking a bullet. amazing. in all seriousness their relationship felt like much of what i enjoyed about dahlia and phoenix minus the stuff i felt was stupid. let's hear it for toxic workplace romances. edgey comes out of 3-5 like "well that was a lot" and then meets some new spiky weirdo to have homoerotic rivalry with only to discover that guy is also insane about some evil woman

cammy and ms teneiro were also great. lot of funny women in some of these cases. i like that.

this game could have attempted to sell me on some het romance for edgeworth -- it wouldn't have worked, but i wouldn't have exactly been surprised if it had tried, yknow -- but anyway instead it had miscellaneous women flirt with him while he was consistently baffled and/or oblivious and/or revolted. don't worry mr edgeworth i saw your magenta suit

i think broadly that covers the stuff I liked. which leads me to ... stuff I did not:

this game was... rough, imo. after i finished the trilogy this summer i was excited to play this, in particular because one of my few but key complaints with aa3-5 was that franziska and edgeworth just kind of disappeared and i was hoping this would give more exploration and closure to their characters.

that... did not happen. i felt like i was waiting for it to hit a point and get good for pretty much the entire game; it'd be like "well at least franziska is here soon" "well i want to meet kay" "well there's the baby franziska case" "well it's the finale surely it'll be fun!" and mostly none of that really materialized. largely i found it disappointing and anticlimactic.

i don't think i learned anything new about the existing characters -- edgeworth just kind of seemed to be reiterating lessons we already learned in the trilogy, and i felt they negated a lot of franziska's trilogy development and/or flanderized her a lot. the new characters are ok -- i LOVED yew/shih-na lmfao, and I like Kay, and I eventually came to like Lang once I saw him be unhinged about shih-na. but overall i felt the character work was weaker than I was expecting, and without the investment I have from the trilogy I doubt I'd have finished the game. the bratworth + baby franziska case was my fave of the game, because it was fun to see them together in that period of their lives, but even then I don't think how edgeworth was written makes any real sense with aa1 -- i think trilogy bratworth would take the easy conviction against gumshoe and be done with it. that was like. pretty core to the first three games.

I didn't find anything particularly emotional. I WAS interested in Callisto and her dead sister as compared to Kay and her dead father but, never mind, that was a lie. They tried to convince me KG8 was personal to everyone, but it didn't really feel like it for anyone but Kay -- who I like but met two cases ago, and whose connection to even Edgeworth is tenuous. Like they make it pretty clear Franziska is haunted by that case but ... why? Because she regards it as a semi failure I guess...? Like sure, I guess, but ... that's kind of remote. Compare to the trilogy finale stakes of defendant Edgeworth, Maya kidnapped, Phoenix falling off a bridge + Maya missing... the big threat here was that some guy we just recently met might go on to murder other people we've never met in foreign countries. Objectively yes that's bad, but it's not exactly emotionally gripping, imo.

I feel like the nature of the games and its place in the broader AA universe meant the stakes were off. edgeworth and his allies get accused of murder every five minutes in this game, but none of it ever feels real, because by "accused" they mean the police ask a few questions. in AA terms, this is nothing. there's no detention center or arrest or the threat of a 3 day trial and inexplicable death penalty. i've been saying for ages that i would love to see defendant franziska, everyone else got a turn!!, etc -- and technically this last case gave it to me except, well, she was one of about a dozen people accused over the span of the world's longest case, there's no real threat there, and frankly where's the fun in franziska being accused of murder if not for her to grudgingly accept phoenix as her representation. AAI's determination that everything happen pre-trial means that mostly none of it felt very serious; no one even gets arrested. maybe in a vacuum the threat of arrest would feel like enough, but in a series where you have Maya as Murder Charges Georg it just felt like nothing was really on the line -- what's the worst that happens, they get arrested and they hire phoenix? lol. don't threaten me with a good time!

this post is a million words long so I'll stop there. in conclusion, the worst ace attorney game I have played so far. fortunately(?) for AAI and unfortunately for me, i have not yet played dual destinies or spirit of justice, so stay tuned to see if it gets dethroned, lmfao.

i will, probably, eventually give AAI2 a try, if only to better understand everyone's fanfiction, but my hopes are pretty low.

[fluffypotatey]

Hello! Here again with some sketches! Please excuse me if they look hideous, I really tried

1. Have the girlie's suffer from the desert heat! Júhua does not care for social proprietary when it comes to sweltering heat, Pigsy. At least MK gets a giggle.

2. Amnesiac DWK was not something Júhua was expecting, and neither did the other two! Wukong is just happy to see his fave little dandelion.

3. Past fight. Neither party were quite happy with it then. Used my pens and black notebook for it.

I hope I did their faces justice. Really ADORE your newest one-shot and the bracelets inclusion! Question, had Júhua been wearing the same dress she wore at the first play, or did she just went on her usual look by the fifth time? Eat your meal and vegetables!

AH MORE ART!!!! A blessed day indeed 😤

lol love the desert girlies (ngl that’s been my mood whenever i go outside rn bc heat wave sucks 🫠) and cute as it is to see Júhua and MK having fun, if she did that to me i would not be above pushing her off the bed lmao

awwwwww Wukong hugging Júhua 🥺 my heart!!! I loved writing that whole one-shot/chapter simply because i love their dynamic and needed more of it T^T they are so soft with each other (also laughed so hard at Tang and Pigsy’s reaction 😂 like “shit, we broke Wukong” to “SHIT SHE WILL KNOW WE BROKE WUKONG” kind of deal lol)

ohhhhhh the last one 👀 so cool omfg. idk much about sketchbooks but the fact that there is a black notebook for stuff like this is sO cool 👀 it fits the vibes that that flashback so well (also, love the inclusion of the swords, i know it was a small reference to her past in there but it makes me giddy to see that you thought to add it)

ALSO THANK YOU (you’re very welcome for the bracelets, literally in love with that design btw it needed to be added) 💕💕💕💕💕 lordy that last one took me some time to finish lol more and more words kept being added and it is now the longest of that series lmao. and no, by the 5th visit, Júhua is back in her classic, yellow hanfu. one day was enough fancy for her. (We can say that the day after, she changed into her Shaolin robes bc she expected a fight when sourcing out the chill ™️. Also comfy clothes is comfy clothes)

[aqueeracademic]

morse being queer (and other commentary) pt 13:

season 4, episode 1, “Game”:

- season 4!! let’s go

- need me some gay stuff

- season three was not very fruity

- wtf instrument is this lady playing

- thursday is such an asshole sometimes it’s a wonder i like him

- trewlove is perfect in every way

- “where do you stand with all that?” “suicide?” “love.”

- morse and debryn supremacy!!!

- look i KNOW morse thinks of joan when debryn referenced the “one that got away” but…. don’t you think they could be talking about jakes too?

- because i think they’re talking about jakes

- morse’s papers going missing is SO frustrating

- people hate to see my boy succeed and i’m sick of it!

- i know thursday is sad because of joan but morse has every right to be frustrated with him

- at the same time…

- morse copes by working

- with everhthing

- if anything upsets him he goes to work and locks in

- so i can see how he wouldn’t be particularly understanding of thursday not being able to push through and he should try better to be sympathetic

- i still think he has every right to be frustrated w him tho

- tessa knight 🤢🤮🤮🤮

- thursday is SO MEANNNNNNNN

- and for what!

- these scientists are gay <3

- they bicker like a couple and then immediately try to take care of each other it’s adorable

- morse speaking russian 🥰🥰🥰

- i’m giggling

- i love that bright is always so dramatically impressed when morse does something well

- bright and trewlove are so 🤞🥺 i’m obsessed with them

- trewlove showing that sexist motherfucker UP

- I LOVE HER

- “it’s not my place to say.”

- he is. so catty.

- these parents deserve so much better i feel so terrible for them

- thursday’s way of “making it up” to morse is so annoying

- i know he feels bad for hurting morse but just talk to him

- we all know we doesn’t care about validation or congratulations

- like he knows that! and yet 🫤

- the russian man being fully capable of speaking english and just choosing not to do so is so funny to me

- i already don’t like journalists about 60% of the time but this girl is ESPECIALLY annoying and i hate her

- this author is kinda…

- morse obviously doesn’t wanna talk to this author about his job so why on earth did he pull up to the guys house

- that’s my question!

- is it just because he’s….

- because he is!

- morse would be right

- ofc he quickly ends up disliking him but it’s the hope in that situation that matters 🙄

- also morse telling him that police work is boring in real life as if he didn’t get attacked by a tiger and experience all the events of The Great Gatsby is wild

- just straight up lying at this point

- STEALING FROM A POLICE OFFICER?????

- you stole. from a police officer.

- i cannot believe she is like this 😐 i hate her sm

- and of course the same day he finds out that he is being intentionally sabotaged is the day he’s being berated for “losing his notebook”

- cannot catch a break

- at least he and thursday are trying to make up

- these scientists are SO GAY (the awkward one w the glasses and the snobby one with the mouse)

- teasing him while massaging him and then putting his hand on his waist when he gets up

- Science Bros™️

- i don’t like her and all that but tessa didn’t deserve to die 🫤

- the face casts are so upsetting

- makes my damn skin crawl

- the odds of morse finding that paper in the doll were positively MINUSCULE he literally just can’t keep his hands to himself

- justice for frazil i just want her to be happy

- incest should never be the answer in a murder investigation tbh

- or like… even an idea of what happened

- grody tbh!

- NO FRAZIL NO

- aw GODDAM IT

- THE LITTLE GAY SCIENTIST IS THE KILLER

- i’m so upset

- i thought he and the mouse man had something 🫤🫤

- they would have been so cute

- but no he’s not gay he’s fucking incestuous

- i’m mad 🙄🙄🙄🙄

- morse finally driving his car at a reasonable speed

- GO FRAZIL GO

- NO FRAZIL NO

- i stg if anything happened to her i would lose my mind i’m so glad she’s okay

- morse just roasting the killer to get him to surrender is… a choice

- “you have to make a stand somewhere. they’re not going to drive me out.”

- YOU TELL EM MORSE

- morse has lost everyone he’s loved and all he had left is the place he loves and he will not leave and i love him for it

[panthera-tigris-venenata]

Harry trying to do CJs hair.

(I think this is such a cute head canon)

It is very cute headcanon, I agree! I hope I did it justice-

Harry is trying to do CJ’s hair. Key word trying. Not because he can’t do people’s hair, but because she won’t sit still. And his crew isn’t helping.

I’m not entirely happy with this, but I’m not sure how to make it better, and there are some pretty fun moments, so, I hope you enjoy this!

They are in his cabin on Lost Revenge and Harry is trying to do his sister's hair. Key word trying, because unfortunately, yet unsurprisingly, said little sister isn't cooperating at all.

„Sit still, CJ,“ he complains, „Can't you sit still?“

She rather wildly motions around with her hands and almost hits him, which he takes as an answer.

No, of course she can't sit still.

Snickers sound from behind the doors and he surely recognises the voices of his crewmates:

„Is he really asking CJ to sit still?

„I mean, that's a pretty crazy request.“

„Are you really calling our first mate crazy?“

Harry tugs at CJ's hair to get it to behave, if nothing else will, and grumbles towards the door: „I'll hook all you all, you port-rats, if you don't shut up at once.“

He can't even turn around and flash his favourite weapon at them, which would make the threat more frightening, because he'd need to let go of CJ's hair for that and there is no way she'd sit for another round of brushing. She'd probably just bolt. Or mess up her hair, purely out of spite.

They do shut up, but still linger; CJ giggles and finally, he hears footsteps heading away. He is fairly certain it was CJ's laugh and not his threat that set them off, but fair is fair. 

His sister's giggles are never a good sign.

„What's so funny, you little scallywag?“ he asks her, and extends his hand so she'd give him some hairpins.

„Nothing.“

Yeah, sure.

She doesn't give him the hairpins – he shakes his empty palm to remind her that he is still, in fact, doing her hair.

„What do you want?“ she asks instead, annoyed, as if she had any right to be annoyed in this situation.

„Hairpins. So your hair would, you know, stay in place.“

„…I don't have those.“

He's gonna kill her. Right after he sends Desiree and Jonas to walk the plank – they are spying on them, again. Have they nothing else to do?!

Nothing to entertain themselves with?! 

Cards? Loaded dice games? Betting on anything and everything? Sparing? Keeping look-out?

Wait, no. Gonzo is on the look out right now.

But they could always be scrubbing the decks.

He huffs and lets go of CJ's hair.

„Go get some, then. And look into your bag and pockets first.“

Maybe Harriet gave her some and she just forgot? That would be like CJ, honestly. But even if she really has none, she could always steal some.

And he can discipline his crew in the meantime.

Before he leaves the room, he grabs his hook. Just because.

Dealing with the crew goes as good as expected, meaning they quickly pretend to have some work as soon as they see him walking around. And like the reasonable first mate he is, he assigns them to repair the nets instead of scrubbing the deck or, you know, feeding them to sharks.

When he gets back to his cabin, CJ has exactly zero (0) hairpins, three (3) daggers (nothing new, really), and one (1) book, which she didn't have before and which she did not take from his cabin, he is sure.

„What do you have, Calista?“ he asks.

„A book?“ she answers, hiding the book behind her back.

„And where did you get it…?“

She scrunches up her nose, obviously thinking hard of an acceptable lie, and she needs to work on that, really.

„CJ.“

„Yeah?“

„Tell me you didn't take the book from Uma's cabin.“

She doesn't answer, which means she did. She couldn't have taken it anywhere else, as there are no other books on the ship, anyway, and Uma is in Chip Shoppe right now. She won’t come home for an hour at least, either. He quickly reaches out and grabs the book to get a look at it.

It is the book Uma borrowed from Harriet a few weeks ago.

„But it's Hettie's anyway!“ protests CJ.

„Irrelevant,“ he scolds his little sister, „You have no business going to the Captain's cabin.“

He continues with few mild death threats when she makes a long face at him.

„And didn’t Harriet forbid you to read her books anyway?“

„…Well, yes, but she isn’t there to see, is she?“

Harry just facepalms. But, well, if it keeps her still…

„You can keep it while I do your hair. You WILL put it back before you leave the ship, or I will make you a snack for the sea gulls. Savvy?“

She nods and Harry nudges her to ask Desi, Marya or Bonny for some of their accessories (read: subtle lock-picking tools), under supervision, of course. CJ proceeds to threaten them if they do not obey, and the girls surrender to her threats under his glare. CJ needs to work on her death threats a bit.

They settle on the floor, so he can finish her hairdo. Finally.

CJ sets the book in her lap and starts reading out loud – Harry will have you know that he did not need to hear his baby sister read his older sister’s scarlet library out loud, thank you very much.

He is nearly done when CJ suddenly jerks away from his hands and bolts to her bag: She fishes some kind of ribbon or shawl out of it and hands it to him.

„Can you add this into my hairdo, please?“ she says.

„…Is that a garotte?“

„Yes,“ she says, jumping up and down with excitement, „Can you add it to my hairdo?“

He most certainly isn’t doing that. Well, he could, but… He isn’t feeling like it.

„Unrealistic,“ he decides, „Just tie it to your belt like the rest of us.“

She deflates and falls down to the floor again, playing idly with the weapon. Well, at least that means he will not need to listen to another passage of that, ehm, writing.

He manages to finish her hair in peace, which is quite the miracle, but he is happy with the few braids and bun he made her. People won’t be able to easily grab her hair like that and it won’t be flying everywhere in the wharf winds.

He hauls her up her feet and practically drags her from his broken mirror, as she’d surely nick his eyeliner were she allowed to linger. He knows her tricks. Absolutely not because he uses the same ones when visiting Harriet, mind you.

They exit his cabin and before CJ can bolt away with the book, he pushes the dull loop of his hook into her back.

„Keep your sticky fingers for yourself, while you are on my ship,“ he advises her: She sights melodramatically, but heads towards Uma’s cabin and drops the book there without further ado. He then makes her empty her pockets, just in case.

Harry sees her out, and as soon as he disappears, he finds a good deal of his crew gathered behind him. And all of them are asking him to do their hair, too.

The bloody traitors.

„Please?“ Gil makes puppy eyes at him over the various ruckus the pirates are making.

Et tu, Brute? Harry thinks, and instead grumbles: „Should have hooked you lot when I had the chance…“

If he did it now, Uma would be angry.

He does end up doing their hair.

[chenria]

I posted 262 times in 2022

That's 12 more posts than 2021!

183 posts created (70%)

79 posts reblogged (30%)

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I tagged 205 of my posts in 2022

Only 22% of my posts had no tags

#original character - 24 posts

#litg carl - 22 posts

#litg s2 - 21 posts

#litg season 2 - 20 posts

#litg mc - 18 posts

#thunderbirds are go - 17 posts

#litg carl x mc - 13 posts

#litg fanfic - 13 posts

#shameless self promotion - 11 posts

#digital art - 10 posts

Longest Tag: 81 characters

#i am really looking forward to play more with my new character of princess elodie

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Okay... I threw m plans for a Mermay picture out of the window. I've been binging "My Time at Portia" for days now. This is just such a relaxing and unagitated game that brings me so much joy with building and fulfilling the commissions for the townspeople.

My builder Cassidy nearly instantly fell in love with the head of Civil Corps (the "police" of the town) and Arlo is just so cute.

So I had to feed my current hyperfixiation with a quick fanart of Cassidy with her husband Arlo (yes, she managed to marry him on the last day of the first year :3)

107 notes - Posted May 29, 2022

#4

Patreon reward for the lovely sissy_the_siren - she requested a picture of her adorable Hawke and I hope I did her justice.

110 notes - Posted February 9, 2022

#3

Okay... so... this was supposed to be my "personal art" piece for March. But migraine... I at least managed to finish it and I am mostly satisfied with the outcome. Since it's not a commission I am not going to fret too much over the parts that didn't turn out quite like I wanted them.

But at least I got myself a Lynn/Bruno fanart while I am still enjoying Season 4 of "Love Island the Game".

This game is truly a guilty pleasure and I am probably 20 years older than the target audience XD but it's silly and fun and I need that in my life right now XD Lynn is the main character in this season and I am playing her in the game.

And I know about the controversies around season 4. But I decided that I can't shut out everything in my life that I enjoy because capitalism is a thing... I have fun - you just don't have to take this season too seriously XD

Lynn and Bruno would never work outside the Villa... but that's a problem for another day XD

[My Patrons get the high res version as well as sketches and progress pictures leading up to this piece.]

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112 notes - Posted April 2, 2022

#2

Of course... right before I need to get back to work I find my inspiration and the motivation to draw again ;) At least that's a good sign that I am really over Covid (now I only need to get rid of that annoying cough...) But at least I could seize the remaining time and managed to finish something small for myself. A picture of Virgil Tracy - yes, it's that time again that I need Thunderbirds escapism and a self-indulging picture of Virg... 

Btw... Virigl has horrible hair and I hate to draw it...

The background is a photo of the sky ... I was too lazy to come up with an actual background...

115 notes - Posted May 11, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

It’s the 16th... so we can post this, right? I’ve been waiting since May to finally be allowed to share this XD  My contribution to this years TAG Mini Bang ( @tagminibang2022 / @tagminibang ) I got assigned to illustrate one of @womble1′s great fanfics and there was so much to chose from and many brilliant fics! ♥ But that one scene totally brought an instant image to my mind, so I had to illustrate it after I read the little story called “Rest”.

In the sunken seating area, Scott was stretched out across a sofa, head propped up on a cushion, a book in one hand, legs crossed at the ankles.

“That's right little bro,” he [note: Gordon] crouched lower, draping an arm over Alan's shoulder and lowered his voice in his best nature programme voice over impression. “Here we see a very rare sight, for a while it has been thought to be extinct by several scientific communities, it’s a resting Scott Tracy”

Story: “Rest” by @womble1 

121 notes - Posted July 16, 2022

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[lovelyladyabsinthewrites]

MASTER

Pairing(s): Eddie Munson x Reader

Warnings: none really, more so self indulgent, this is my first time writing for Eddie so I hope I did him justice

Words: 2411

Summary: like many of you I was very upset at what they did to Eddie. So I'm changing the script to the fate he deserved

Thunder crackled through the Upside Down’s dark sky, streaks of red lightening broke through the dancing particles that filed the air.

Anxiety racked its claws against the inside of your stomach knowing that this could possibly be the place where you meet your maker. You’d thought about your own death before, but never imagined such a hell to be your final resting place. Truth be told, you wanted to run, desert your friends and climb back through the portal in Eddie’s trailer.

Fingers sweat profusely around the megaphone’s handle. You wouldn’t abandon them. Not when Dustin and Eddie wait behind you. Eddie’s beloved guitar had transcended realms and was idly being tuned. Your trio hadn’t received the signal to move onto Phase 3. Was Max okay? She must have been more terrified than anyone. The only one to escape Vecna’s grasp, undoubtedly the monster would not want to let her live. He wouldn't’ accept any survivors so Max offered herself up as bait. Truly for someone so young she was even braver than you. So you’d stand your ground alongside your fellow Hellfire members.

Your free hand, having been gripping the hem of your filthy DND shirt was coaxed free by a ringed one. Startled, you relax when you meet Eddie’s dark, sweet eyes regarding you with concern.

Gulping back the lump in your throat, you offer him a strained smile. “This place should be the cover of a metal band.”

“Maybe if we survive this it can be Corroded Coffin’s first album cover.” Eddie’s tone, always jovial, was tight with stress. Finished tuning his guitar, it was now strung on his back until further notice.

Greatly appreciating his attempt to lighten the mood, you were happy that even though you were up against the nightmare creatures of the Upside Down, at least you had Eddie. Sweet, goofy Eddie who always made you laugh. Someone who filled your equally dreary days living at the same trailer park with headbanging music and good times. Since his uncle often worked night shifts and your own parents fucked off to god knows where, you kept one another company. Watching movies way into the night and plenty of weed when you really wanted to party. The two of you would order pizza, consuming copious amounts of junk food all through the night.

And you may have been young, but you were pretty sure he was the goddamn love of your life. Every time he smiled made you melt. Feeling akin to being breathless even. 

“What song are you going to play?” You ask while still watching the crackling of the sky. 

“Oh, (y/n), you know me better than that. I like to surprise you.” Now his face brightened a little as did your own. Eddie’s surprises were the best.

“Well, Mr. Munson, I’m sure it will be your best concert yet.” Chuckling, you’re now able to turn your face away from above and to Eddie. “And I’m happy to be here as your biggest fan.”

Not many could make Eddie utterly speechless. He was always quick with snarky quips but not this time. His eyes widen and mouth goes slack before he shyly smiles, his inner softness gleaming. For a moment, silence lulls between you staring at each other. 

“You know how much I love you, right?”

Your face burned and a silly, adoration filled grin breaks out across your lips. Oh how he had your heart irrevocably. You wanted to kiss him. “I know.”

“Since the first day you moved in.” Eddie doesn’t glance away from you at this admission. 

“Really? My face was covered in zits. I couldn’t have been cute.” You chuckle, remembering the day vaguely. Had it really been that long ago?

“See, that’s where we disagree. I thought you were the most stunning creature in the entire world.” 

Okay, you were definitely going to kiss him now with the gloomy sky as an epic backdrop. You even stood closer to him, your hand on his chest as he looked down at you.

“Guys!” Dustin snaps you out of the moment, reality sneaking back to your senses. “They’re initiating Phase 3. We’re up!”

There was no time for kisses.

Taking a deep breath to move you forward, the three of you scramble on top of Eddie’s trailer where large speakers were affixed to the roof. 

Like the loyal fan you were, you lift your arm with the megaphone to introduce Eddie Fucking Munson Live from the Upside Down. Your voice shot through the forlorn trailer park with the help of the audio projector in your hand. The demobats were in for a treat as immediately after the first few bars to Metallica’s ‘Master of Puppets’ came blasting from Eddie’s prized guitar.

You and Dustin stood back to let the true star take center stage. A dire situation it may have been, Dustin smiled and nodded his head forward in a small headbanging manner.

As much as you enjoyed the show he put on, you were silently praying that Nancy, Steve and Robin got to Vecna in time. There was no telling how many demobats there would be this time. What would you do if there were just too many crashing down on you all at once? You had seen what they did to Steve.

With his trailer fortified, you pondered if that would be enough to stop them. 

‘C’mon you guys. Now’s your chance to end this.’

You lean over to pick up your crudely made makeshift weapons and spiked shield.

In the distance, the red streaks offering up the silhouette of a thick cloud of hundreds of beating wings. They were coming and fast. You tried your best not to let panic freeze you completely. Like Eddie and Dustin, you wanted to be brave. None of you looked like heroes, that was too aspirational. Not with your worn out chucks or chipped, black nail polish.

But you would try your damn hardest to keep those demonic monstrosities distracted until Nancy or whoever destroyed Vecna.

Eddie continued to shred on his axe, fingers most likely bleeding from the intensity of the chords. If you survived, you would have to commend him for how quickly he mastered such a beast of a song. Two weeks since the release of it; that’s how long it had been and how long Eddie had been painstakingly practicing those brutal riffs. Slow in the beginning, you had watched in admiration as he diligently kept at it without giving up or being discouraged. 

Who knew it would be used for something like this with such an epic background.

Gauging their distance through his binoculars, Dustin loudly informs “We gotta lockdown in T-minus thirty seconds!”

Thirty seconds.

You gripped your spear and shield close to you now, legs prepared for action, If your weapons failed, you had one last thing waiting in your backpack for only when things went tits up on this plan. 

Eddie picked up speed as the count down came to twenty seconds, then ten seconds until those demon bats descended upon you. Ungodly screeches now assaulted your eardrums more than his guitar did.

When they appeared above, ready to descend, that’s when you, Eddie and Dustin hurried off the trailer’s roof and inside.

The three of you stare at the front door, anxiously awaiting for any attempt of infiltration. Soon loud bangs and the screech of sharp nails against metal rocked the trailer. Out of instinct you draw yourself closer to Eddie who puts a protective arm in front of you, the same way he did when he was forced to brake too hard in his van. Knowing it wouldn’t do much in an actual accident, but it was the thought that counted. He instinctively tried to protect you.

You involuntarily shudder as demobats threw themselves against the trailer. The window panes vibrate violently and you fear those would break in no time. 

It’s above you that should have concerned you more.From an open vent on the roof, a demobat comes crashing through. You and Dustin shriek, viciously stabbing at the creature with your spears until it moved no more. But now there was an opening that had to be barricaded quickly. Eddie moves the two of you aside since he was the tallest and could easily cover the vent using his garbage can lid shield.

Only a mere band-aid, you hear the demobats move along the vents to where Eddie’s room was located. You scramble over, catching sight of leathery wings before slamming his bedroom door shut. 

More time. They need more time but our’s is running out. 

Helplessly you gaze at young Dustin who was eyeing the rope that would save you, sending you back to your usual Hawkins. He’s prepared to bolt and you didn’t blame him. In fact you hoped he would climb up there. He was too young to be constantly facing death and too sweet. 

Forgetting about the importance of keeping the demobats distracted, Dustin indeed starts to worm his way up the rope made by bed sheets. There was no way you could stay in the trailer. Those demons would break in within minutes.

Your own hand grips the rope momentarily, staring up at the whole where Dustin was urging you to come up. 

“Hurry up (y/n)!” Eddie yells at you when he finds you paused. 

“Our mission isn’t done yet.” You whisper, it almost went unheard from the banging going on in the vents and at the windows. Turning to Eddie, your fear was gone. Dustin was safe at least. “Our mission isn’t done yet!”

His expression was frantic but he registers what you mean. 

“And before you even try to argue with me, I’m staying here to follow through.” 

 The lines on his face smooth over as he takes his place beside you, his knife already in hand. “No running?”

Neither of you were heroes. You felt it intensely when Eddie’s dark eyes widen with unrestrained fear. Even so, Eddie holds up his weapons, prepared to run out alongside you. 

“No running.”

Despite Dustin’s screams to stop, Eddie cuts the rope that would prevent your safe escape while you push the mattress you used as a soft landing away. Taking a quick breath, you and Eddie charge out of the trailer; shouldering your way out the front door before hopping onto his bike.  

You turn around slightly enough to watch the thick swarm realize you and Eddie were on the run. It hadn’t taken them long and they made fast work to catch up.

Putting enough distance between a safe Dustin and Vecna’s guard bats, both of you ditch Eddie’s bike; hoofing it to a small open field that the local kids sometimes used as a kickball area. Backs to each other and shields raised, your spears jutted out. You felt Eddie bump into your backpack in a way to tighten what defense you had.

Eardrums were pierced when the unholy screeching arrived. A barrage of them flitting by, the storm of wings recongregated and finally descended upon you and Eddie. You start stabbing anytime you see a black smudge. Vision was blotted by snapping teeth and grotesque features, all the shrieking made you deaf.

Too many. 

Way too many to the point you and Eddie are forced onto your knees when they pelted down on you ruthlessly. You felt their claws break through every so often, cutting up your face and arms.

There was no better time to use your secret weapon. With great effort while keeping your shield up, your hand drops your spear as it struggles to move your backpack from your back and to your front. Frenzied fingers slip on the zipper tag before you rip it open.

Now you had to discard your shield as well.

“What are you doing?!!” You hear Eddie scream from among the horde of demonic bats.

You didn’t have to tell him anything. One hand on a can of hairspray and the other wielding a lighter, your grimy thumb holds down the nozzle of the hairspray while the other rolls the spark wheel down into the ignition button inside the lighter.

Bright flames of orange, yellow and red ignite and swallow the demobats closest to you. Their death shrieks was music to your ears as you saw the others flutter furiously before trying to take on the flame itself. It was futile. You had them now. Growing bolder, you stand on your feet and scream obscenities at the; taking great joy in seeing their wings disintegrate from the flames. You would thank Nancy later. It was Nancy who had let slip a very important fact about the creatures of the Upside Down; that their greatest weakness was fire. Why your group hadn’t purchased flame throwers or anything similar was beyond you. But you made do with what resources you had. And that was your trusty lighter and Steve’s hairspray which you had pilfered when he wasn’t looking. 

Even Eddie was able to stand to his full height and watch in awe. “You couldn’t have told me you had something up your sleeve?”

You must have been smiling like a madman. “Then it wouldn’t be a surprise.”

The two of you stood there until the swarm above was eradicated. Smoked remains of your winged enemies dropped like flies onto the earth until finally there was silence and calm.

Weary, you drop both hairspray can and lighter and fall into Eddie’s waiting arms. He kisses the top of your head, thumb smoothing a cut on your cheek. “I can’t believe it. . . We’re actually alive. . .”

“Eh, I knew we would survive.” Faux smugness enters your voice. “We had to so I could kiss you. No kisses for the dead.”

Eddie laughs and as your reward he does indeed bestow you with his lips, although their dry and cracked it was the best kiss of your life.

In the distance you hear Dustin’s shouting.

You pull out of Eddie’s arms and squint. “Is that. . . Dustin? I thought we cut the rope!”

“Damnit Dustin!” Eddie shouts. 

From his stumbling figure that got closer, you deduced he must have injured his leg from the fall back to the Upside Down. 

You roll your eyes and follow Eddie.

“Y-You’re alive! Oh thank god!!” Dustin cries both in pain and relief.

“This is why we left you there! So you wouldn’t get hurt. Now look at you!” Halfheartedly you scold him but it touched you that Dustin was willing to hurt himself to make sure you and Eddie were okay.

Eddie helps Dustin back to the trailer but you lingered behind. Looking back to where you almost did die. Past the trees that surrounded the haunted trailer park, you knew Steve, Nancy and Robin were proceeding to their own mission. 

“Give him hell, you guys.”

[midoriaww]

Your Izuku writing is 💋🤌 chefs kiss, so good. Prompt #3 in fluff I feel like would be so cute with grown up hero Midorya, with some sweet romantic tension if you feel like writing about it! Not really sure how detailed a request senario should be, but I was thinking something along the lines of coffee shop, reader is the barista at a cafe that Iz frequents (long time crush type thing going on, where they both like eachother but are too shy to say). Reader spills coffee everywhere as Izuku walks in. its funny at first, cue prompt, all cute laughs… but then he gets serious when he realises she has burnt her hand or something lol. And thenn she wants to get on with her shift but he wont let her until her hand is all treated... ✨romanic tension✨. Very cliche, but im a sucker for those coffee shop fics... honestly take it in whatever direction cause your writing is awesome !

[Author's notes:

You have no idea how happy this ask made me and I loved your concept so I did my best to do it justice. Also, I'm so sorry this took so long but I hope it was worth the wait!

summary: Y/N works at a coffee shop where ProHero!Deku frequents and one evening, an accident brings them closer than ever.

warnings: fluff, mutual pining, lack of proof-reading, Y/N gets burnt]

The attack was over in seconds. The pro heroes had ended the villainous tyranny as quick as they had arrived on the scene, barely breaking a sweat. Yet they remained humble; smiling and waving to the crowds, reassuring the residents that they were now safe.

You watched them from the large window of the coffee shop where you worked, the crowds gathering around the heros and cheering. The sun blared off the heros armour like a God. Soon enough, though, the heros made their leave to make sure the villain was locked away for good.

You sighed as you watched everyone disperse, going back to their normal lives. As much as you enjoyed watching the heros at work, a part of you wished that someone else would turn up - someone you'd had your eye on for a very long time. A hero by the name of Deku. He would come into the coffee shop sometimes and although he was mostly always wearing casual clothing, you recognised him from a few major fights around town. You had seen his resilience in the face of evil and it was admirable, to say the least. Not to mention, he was super cute and always thanked you when you served him coffee with a smile.

However, in the few weeks that you had met, he never once engaged in more than small talk. Was he just too busy? Did he find me boring? You had thought. Or was he genuinely interested in what my commute to work was like?

Your contemplation was interrupted by your boss talking beside you. "Bloody miracle no one got hurt. That villain was huge!" She commented, hands on her hips and looking out the window. "Those heroes are pretty strong to take down a guy like that." You just nodded.

"The only drawback is...they stole all our customers!" Your boss groaned dramatically. You laughed a little as you surveyed the empty café. The brown leather armchairs looked so lonely for once. A bit of dust swirled in the sunlight beside it and the chairs by the windows had been knocked over as people had scrambled to the doors a few minutes ago. I guess it's always exciting to see a fight go down; you even stopped brewing coffee just to catch a glimpse of what was going on outside.

Your boss looked over to you, smiling smugly. "Sorry your heartthrob hero didn't turn up this time."

"What are you talking about?" You squeaked, trying to hide your blush behind your hair.

"Oh come on, Y/N! We both know that you've got the hots for that hunk of broccoli man and it seems like he does too." She teased, leaning her back against the counter.

You were about to laugh at how your boss referred to Deku but then you realised... "You think he likes me too?" You asked incredulously, eyes wide.

She scoffed with her usual dramatics, her voice becoming louder and more enthusiastic. "Yes! You really haven't noticed?"

You shook your head and half shrugged. "I mean...he's always nice to me?"

An eyeroll from the taller lady. "Y/N." She looked down at you under her eyebrows almost pitifully but with a knowing smile. "You should have seen him the other day. After you served him."

You urged her to go on with a curious look.

"You were serving coffee to that old guy by the window and you read out the menu when he forgot his glasses. I was working very hard doing managerial things," You giggled at that. "when I realised...he was totally checking you out!"

Your face exploded in a red flush. "Y-you're kidding!"

Her head shook furiously. "No way! He looked completely whipped by you."

The fact that your boss was telling you this was making your cheeks burn, the butterflies in your stomach going crazy. Was this true? Did Deku really like you? The thought sent a smile to your face, a giddy feeling rushing through your body.

Deku had always caught your attention - along with many others - because of his selfless acts of kindness and heroism. Those green eyes were so full of wonder and every time he reached for the coffee cup you handed him, you noticed the thin scars across his knuckles. You hoped that he didn't catch you staring but you also wished that you could trace your hands over his, feeling the broken skin now healed. You wanted to know all his stories. But you were both too shy to initiate any contact.

The time was now 4pm which meant it was almost the end of your bosses shift so you took this moment to clear the tables of mugs and saucers, making sure everything was spotless, since you'd be serving for a few more hours. You took a lot of pride in your job because you genuinely enjoyed it - serving interesting people coffee and watching as they carried out their lives - it was a form of meditation that you'd come to crave. Sure, there were days where you felt like your head was going to explode from trying to keep track of everything or a nasty customer would give you grief, but honestly, you were content with just being here - making a difference in the smallest of ways. You wondered about Deku in this moment; does he feel the same way?

It was only going to be you left in the shop this evening which you were fine with since it was a Tuesday night and it didn't get very busy usually. You grabbed your phone and set up your playlist, connecting it to the shop speakers.

Your boss emerged from the back of the store with her bag and stuffed her brown apron into it. "Can you make sure the dishwasher goes on tonight? Jacob didn't put it on last shift." She groaned with an eyeroll. 

You smiled and nodded. "Will do."

"Oh, and remember to-"

"Set the alarm before I leave. Let me guess, he didn't do that either?" You couldn't help but giggle at your bosses irritated face.

"Well, at least I know the shop is in safe hands tonight." She sighed and gathered the last of her things. "I'll see you tomorrow." She called as she headed for the door with a wave.

Once you farewelled her, you took a deep breath and looked around. The shop was quiet for now but you knew that people would still come at this time in the afternoon and you wanted to make their time after work a pleasant one. Therefore, you took extra care in rearranging the wooden chairs neatly, wiping the tabletops until they sparkled and fluffing up the embroidered pillows on the brown leather couches. You had always felt a certain sense of care in relation to your job. When faced with a challenge or task, you found a great attitude always made things easier and more enjoyable. After all, you are what you think.

The sound of passing cars and the occasional train horn were mixed with the chatter of a couple of patrons and the gentle clinking of porcelain. Your music playlist had mellowed into a relaxing Japanese song and in that moment - carefully drying a glass with a striped teatowel - you felt truly at peace. And as you greeted the customer walking through the door with a chime, you made a promise to yourself to make this day an enjoyable one for all.

A couple of hours later, you were in the middle of making a flat white for one of the few customers that sat scattered around the shop. The strong scent of coffee filled your senses as you poured the steaming milk into a mug skillfully. Doing this had become second nature to you, but even so, you never really tired of it. No two coffees were really the same. You took a moment to swirl the milk back and forth to create a pattern in the froth and placed the copper mug on a matching saucer. The customer thanked you wholeheartedly as you placed the art in front of them at their table with a smile. A polite but genuine interaction.

As you were walking back to the counter, you heard the bell chime above the door and spun your head around to greet them. However, your voice sort of failed you once you saw who it was.

"Deku?" You asked, surprised. This seemed to startle him as he hurried to shush you.

"U-um, I don't want to be recognised." He half-whispered to you, looking around.

You felt bad for almost outing him but did he really think that black beanie was going to disguise him? After all, you recognised him almost straight away. You softly winced an apology and led him to the counter. 

"Well then...what can I get you, stranger?" You joked with a friendly smile in an attempt to calm him. It seemed to work because he laughed a little and you could see his shoulders visibly relax. 

"I'll have whatever you feel like making."

You raised an eyebrow. "You're letting me decide?"

He nodded a little too enthusiastically which you found cute and leaned on the wooden counter. 

You couldn't help but giggle and take on his challenge. "Alright, won't be long then, sir."

He blushed a little and took a seat by the counter. "Call me Izuku."

You nodded in response casually and went back to filling the coffee pot, although, on the inside you were ecstatic at having permission to use his real name.

It was mostly silent between the two of you as you made his drink but it wasn't uncomfortable at all, actually, he seemed to enjoy watching you. His green eyes followed your every action, taking in the slow way you stirred the chocolate powder with a bit of hot water. Even this small action seemed to calm him and the smell was divine.

You almost took him by surprise when you placed the mug in front of him with a smile.

"Done already?" He asked, eyes wide and full of excitement.

You nodded and leaned against the counter, smiling proudly. "I make this a lot at home so..."

Izuku listened intently but when he realised you had nothing else to say, he brought the mug up to his lips, the steam kissing his freckled face.

It was a dark chocolatey colour and there were a few specks of dark brown - a spice that he recognised the smell of immediately - cinnamon. Although, when he tasted the beverage, there was another flavour he couldn't quite put his finger on. It was stronger than cinnamon and sort of nutty but with a similar warmth.

"It's my favourite way to make hot chocolate; with a little bit of cinnamon and a pinch of ground cloves." You explained.

Izuku's smile matched the warmth of the drink and he curled his scarred fingers around the mug. "I love it. Thank you." 

Although you were used to genuine thanks in this job, gratitude from the Number 1 Hero was beyond belief. A blush crept its way up your cheeks and you struggled to make eye contact with him. His eyes were so beautiful - an impossible shade of green - with no malicious intent. Surely these weren't the same eyes that faced dangerous villains on the daily?

"Um...what do I owe you?" He suddenly asked, snapping your attention away from your daydreams. You cocked your head to the side, confused, until he pulled out his wallet (was that All Might on the front of it?) and began to start sifting through it. 

"What? No, nothing! It's on the house." You flustered, shaking your hands in rejection. 

"I can't just take it for free. Here." Izuku persisted, holding out some money to you. 

"No, really, it's fine. I wanted to make it for you anyway." 

"Just because I'm the Number One Hero, doesn't mean I can't pay for a drink." 

"I'm not saying that-"

"Look, just take it. Please."

"No."

Clink. The money is put in the tip jar. Silence takes over as you stare at each other. You can see the smile creeping onto his face and you both begin to laugh, seemingly taken aback by both of your childishness. 

"I never knew you were so stubborn." You joked, wiping away a warm tear from your sudden laughing fit. 

"The same goes for you." His smile is infectious.

After quickly serving a customer, you smirked a little at Izuku as he continued to sip at his drink. "So, that's your disguise, huh?" 

The hero brought up his hand to his head, fixing the black beanie atop his dark green waves.

"I mean, it suits you, but why don't you want to be recognised?" You pondered, steaming some milk. "I thought heroes liked getting noticed?" 

He seemed a little sheepish and rubbed the back of his neck, looking down shyly. "Well, um...the truth is...I wanted a chance to ask you out properly." 

Did you hear him right? Did the Deku just say he wanted to go out with you? 

Your heart was pounding in your chest like never before. You suddenly felt very hot, namely, in your right hand. Wait, why was that? 

You winced all of a sudden, dropping the mug with a loud clatter. A few customers snapped their attention over from the sound. 

Deku's eyes widened a little and stood up. "It looks like you're in trouble there. Can I help?"

You shook your head, profusely, embarrassed at making such a mess and acting like a fool in front of him. "N-no, it's fine." 

He felt bad for making you drop the drink you were making but his guilty thoughts were immediately replaced by concern once he saw the careful way you held your right hand. 

"Are you hurt?" Izuku asked, with a seriousness in his voice that you'd never heard before. And although you said you were fine, your watery eyes said otherwise. 

"I-it's just a burn. No biggie." You smiled a little at him, searching under the counter to grab a cloth to wipe up the mess on the floor. But before you could, Izuku's hand gently grasped yours, making you look up at him. His eyebrows were knitted together as he inspected the burn on your hand, careful not to touch it. His hands were hot from the beverage and most likely from his previous embarrassment. 

"You should put this under cold water for a few minutes." He recommended like a doctor, scanning around the back counter for a sink. 

You shook your head slightly. "It's okay. I've got coffee orders to make." Your stubbornness was showing again and Izuku noticed it, becoming more serious, but also concerned. 

"Y/N, don't worry about it. It's my job to help people. Now, go." There was no arguing with him so you retreated to the back and ran your burnt hand under the cool water. It hurt at first but it quickly became soothing and you knew that you needed to keep it submerged for a while. A sigh escaped your lips once you were alone, having nothing to do but think about Izukus confession. The thought of going out with him was like a dream. You had liked him for so long and you craved to know more about him, other than just his pro hero work. You wondered what he did in his spare time, what he liked to eat, what his favourite movie was, what it was like to kiss him? You blushed at the thought of his lips, but you couldn't help it; they just looked so kissable and his smile was to die for. Maybe he had thought about kissing you too?

After a few more minutes, you emerged from the back to see more people than you've ever seen in your coffee shop, all huddled around the counter. Deku was in the middle of it, beanie now discarded and doing his best to fulfill orders that he received from his doting fans. 

Oh, no. This is bad. Does Izuku even know how to make coffee? You thought to yourself.

Yet, the Number One Hero seemed to be doing incredibly, serving out drinks left, right and center. You were impressed. Another thing you didn't know about him. 

Thankfully though, you realised that it was late and stepped forward to announce the closing call. Deku helped you file the people out of the coffee shop, happily farewelling his supporters into the night. 

Once everyone had left, you turned the sign around to display that the cafe was now closed, and thank God for that. You heaved a sigh of relief you didn't know you were holding onto. "Well...that was something." You joked, your hand on your hip as you smiled at Izuku. 

He chuckled slightly and ran a hand through his hair, picking up his beanie and dusting coffee grains off it. "Sorry about that. I got recognised." 

You scoffed and smirked at him, walking back over to the counter. "What did you expect? Your disguise wasn't exactly genius." 

He laughed a little, shuffling his feet. 

You bit your lip in the silence. "And, um, you're incredibly handsome too, so..." You shrugged a little. Oh my gosh, I'm flirting with Deku. 

His smile grew and his eyes softened as he stared at you. "Thank you." 

Another patch of comfortable silence. 

"How's your hand now?" He asked, breaking the stillness and stepping closer to you. 

Your breath hitched as you felt the heat radiating off his body from how close he was and you could slightly smell hot chocolate on his breath. Gently, he took your injured hand in his larger ones and examined it. He sighed. "If only I had a healing quirk." 

This made you laugh. "Don't be silly. Your quirk is way cooler than that." Your smile softened as you looked at him. "But, thank you. It'll heal by itself sure enough." You reassured him with an angelic smile that made his heart melt. He suddenly remembered why he came here tonight. 

"Um, Y/N...so, would you like to go out with me?" He had done it. He had asked. But that didn't stop his heart from hammering in his chest and his mouth from feeling dry. He awaited your answer nervously, fiddling with the beanie in his warm hands. 

When he glanced up again, your lips connected with his in a short but electric kiss. "Does that answer your question?" A whisper against his lips.

Izuku smiled, pulling you close by the waist. "So, you've been waiting for this as long as I have, then?" 

You tangled your hands through his hair and beamed up at him. "Longer."

[boxwinebaddie]

UNCLE NINA YOU WERE NOT JOKING ABOUT THAT PART IN THE MIDDLE

AAAAAAA MY FRIEND I CANNOT TELL YOU HOW EXCITED THIS ASK MADE ME! THANK YOU! SERIOUSLY!

i had a lot to say about this and also it's mostly a rant about chapter 12 and how stressed out it made me omg

if i am honest ( and it's not kyles fault, kyle is gods angel and my baby and my little man who is taller than me )...chapters 11 and 12 ere the chapters i felt the worse about writing and putting out in peppermint...spanning the whole fanfiction! but it's because i literally didn't plan them...at all! i just wanted to space out the the great depression that was stan season and i wanted you to have context for the tolkien interaction at the end of ten and see the other side of the coin because we were all rooting for stan but like...he literally like accidentally self sabotaged himself and that was important to see.

but yeah i am...not terribly proud of the kyle pile electric boogaloo...particularly chapter 12. i am actually so embarrassed that you guys waited so long and i put out...that. aaaaaaagh. the imposter kyle/real kyle thing was so confusing and deranged, i am so embarrassed about how confusing and weird that was...know that if given the chance i would not have done that again...i should have just given a kyle a more normal human to interact with...but i had already gotten too deep in writing it...i had to commit...smh

we did need that drunk kyle moment though ( he was chaotic but he was such a vibe ), bebe...did need to tell him...what she told him...and the scene at the end at tolkien's house was necessary to frame chapter 13.

so basically...75-80% of 12 was a terrible, horrible crackship crackfic chapter that i viisbly cringed reading and writing...EXCEPT!!!!!! EXCEPT FOR THE FUCKING ROOFTOP SCENE!!!!!!! JUSTICE FOR THE ROOF TOP SCENE THANK YOU FOR ACKNOWLEDGING HER!

it was just such a tender, magical, heart breaking, heart warming moment between the boys. i know that everyone is probably like nina it's been four chapters why haven't they interrupted like one buster!!!! it's a slow burn!!!! but two...that's why there are so many flashbacks, so we can still hangout with the boys and watch them navigate their very beautiful friendship and also...what is clear underlying romantic and sexual tension and where those lines start to blur.

i also just...really like writing stan. i love writing kyle, i am also a control freak, love sweaters, am a cat-coded human, in constant states of anxiety and was very gay for my best friend. but there is something really poetic and so so sad about stan for me, i feel so many strong and complex emotions about him aaaaaaaa. i hope they come across. you save everyone baby!!! but who saves, you?

i think he, while physically beautiful, looks so beautiful reflected through kyle's eyes which is really special bc kyle is so harsh but secretly is so loving and sentimental. also just how trapped in depression and his hero identity stan is and that his life doesn't belong to him but that he dreams a lot about what he could do if it did!!! AAAAA AND VET STAN!!!! I LOVE VET STAN!!!! DOC MCSTUFFINS STAN! hes so cute and crunchy while also being a punk rock angel boy and saving the world in a simple way out of public scrutiny with his flower garden and his herb garden with his scary ass tall ass beautiful ass bf who will kill u on sight...aaaa <3

also sot reference that was also an anastasia reference ( which is like one of my favorite movies ) when dimitri was like princesses don't marry kitchen boys and aaaaaaa like dimtri is so stan coded and KYLE BRO KYLE IS ANASTASIA CODED AS FUCK LIKE THE RED HAIR THE BAD ATTITUDE THE STUBBORNESS EVERYTHING!

but yes...i cannot tell u how mad i am that i stuck what is essentially the best and most beautiful accomplished writing i feel i have created in a long time...into MY LEAST FAVORITE CHAPTER!!!!! like man come on!!!!!! but im glad you noticed it and liked it, it was so powerful and candid and special to me....i love the flashbacks idc if they don't add to the story, you can pry them out of my cold dead hands haha! ily friend thank you for humoring my genius

also...ok 12 was a mess, but 13 is actually my masterpiece i will not be taking any criticism on 13 i am obsessed with thirteen. it's going to be long and i am ready to live with that. it's like one of my favorite chapters and i planned the fuck out of it! so please...thank u for suffering through 12. may the rooftop scene carry you until then.

-uncle nina who wants to delete chapter 12 and just leave the rooftop scene and the contact switch at the end

[eviltiddyproductions]

ITAEWON CLASS

Episode 1

I've already watched half of it and forgot to save my draft here so my thoughts are gone forever </3 BUT! I'll write a small recap. I'm currently on the scene where Sae Ro Yi (Park Seo Joon) is drinking with his dad.

I ABSOLUTELY ADORE HIS DAD. (I would die for you!!!) and I have a very bad feeling that he's going to die. Like something in my head is tingling, I hope I'm proven wrong because he's so sweet and so real and Sae Ro Yi literally bawled for him.

Anyway for now we have seen:

A random girl whose definitely the lead talk to a therapist about dying. Real.

Her therapist being a little too chill with all of this, maybe because she's not fazed by it or this is normal? (I'm a little concerned)

Flashback already. We are doomed as we find out this has been Sae Ro Yi's go to hairstyle since he was 17 !!!

Annoying teacher things happen. A girl has a crush on him, and reveals it, she is stronger than me and is my inspiration moving forward. Gets rejected like rudely like he doesn't even say no or anything just walks past her LMAO?

Bumps into this girl being rude and she's just rude to him again. They meet at an orphanage where his dad works and she meets him again, does NOT apologize for her rude ass behaviour (like babe he could've failed his exam and you're weirdly rude) continues being rude. He ends up sitting next to her in school, even though he misses his bus to avoid being with her at the bus stop I guess. Messes with a bully (#REAL) and gets punished for it.

Honestly, up until then I was just mildly annoyed by everyone. Like I do not like or care about any of you but him breaking down at the thought of his dad resigning and his dad actually sticking by his son warmed my heart.

Okay, now back to regular programming.

Chug it uncle, you deserve everything. <3

I guess when you've had a hard successful day, or a day has left an impression on you, your soju tastes sweet.

WHY IS HIS CRYING FACE SO REAL I AM GOING TO CRY. I do not care for him, but I see and he sees what his dad has done for him and our hearts are collectively breaking.

NOT me relating this hard to a character but my dad is exactly like this. Not only will he have our backs but has these alternative solutions ready as if it doesn't matter that a crisis has befallen us because of me 5 seconds ago. I take my words back, I will not be okay if his dad dies.

Park Seo Joon is an excellent crier and he has barely cried.

Now, why is this creepy rich boy back again?

At least, our girl with the bob was rude to him. (I was about to call her our bitch with the bob {said endearingly} but then realised it's too early to get a feel on her and to be fair she has reasons to be mad at the world)

Now the dad's here to be a dad again. MY HEART HIS SMILE WAS SO BRIGHT. HE IS THE EMBODIMENT OF SUN Y'ALL.

No he really is the sun because I promise you, no one but you can look at her and call her a magnificent person lmaooo.

Awww I take it back, she loves him. He paid for her tuition he is literally insane like he is the real sun!!!

Do Bong Soon's dad and the bully's dad in this show is scaring me.

Did he just call my sunshine a dog ?!?!?!? SOMEONE HOLD ME BACK I AM GOING TO PUNCH THIS BITCH INSIDE THE SCREEN

Awwww he took her bag. That's such a mom move. (said lovingly because I don't know how to describe this yet) She took it back lmao.

They're running to some random song but all I hear now when someone runs is Run Bulletproof Run yeah you gotta RUN!

SHE MADE IT ON TIME AND CAN STAND??? Legs of steel baby!

LMAO, I just found her name. Look at her cutely reminiscing about him saying all the best. I get it girl!

HE WAITED.

AWWWW (I kinda want justice for my chocolate girl but hey progress is progress)

His smile is adowableeee. But that hair still takes me out HELP. He keeps rubbing it when he's nervous or happy and it takes me out LMAO. 💀

The way he stopped smiling as soon as she brought up his expulsion. They are terrible at small talk.

AAAH HIM CUTELY ASKING AND GIVING HIS NUMBER AND DILLY DALLYING (is that a thing? he's just flailing his arms adorablY!!!)

HE ALREADY HAS A CRUSH ON HER 💀

Look at that puppy face when she tells him not to like her.

The way she ran to take her number back. I like her.

AWWWWWW. He called her cool and pretty. HE"S SOOOO

Babes the cute montage is scaring me. Hold my hand....

WHY DID I HAVE TO SEE THAT UP CLOSE DO YOU HATE ME ?!? LIKE DO YOU ACTUALLY HATE ME>

IS DO BONG SOON"S DAD AFTER THIS?

This hurts my heart :(

WAIT IS SHE GOING TO SEE THE 777 CAR BC I THINK HE IS AFTER THIS>

RAMEN NOODLE, I KNEW YOU WERE AFTER THIS>

He is about to do something real stupid. Even though I'm all for Ramen Noodle head getting punched because you hit someone and couldn't dial the ambulance, dumb ass.

GIRL STOP HIM

The elevator door was open for so long, stop HIM

oh no

[bunnys-babies]

Fatigue, pt. 3

Levi Ackerman x gn!reader

wc: 1.8k

warning(s): none I don’t think!

a/n: some comfort and, and, and, and, veryyyy slight jealousy? 😳😳 lemme know what you guys are thinkin so far!! Yk I love your thoughts and comments of any kind :)

pt. 1 pt. 2 pt. 4

“Jesus, you do know how to read right?” Levi’s witty comment was undoubtedly referencing the fact you’d been browsing this menu for a noticeably longer time than he had; the waitress has already been by your table twice now asking if you were ready to order.

“It’s not my fault I’m indecisive.” You sent him a pouty glare before returning to the tasty sounding laminated read in your hands.

“Okay, you have two options,”, his hand pulls down the menu from your eyesight until he is all you can see peeking above it,

“Either get both of whatever you can’t decide between, or I’ll just choose for you.” He raises his eyebrows expectantly, hoping you can at least decide between these options.

And he’d be wrong.

“Okay, but what if I can’t choose between those options. Because, I’m not hungry enough to eat two dishes, and what if you get me something I don’t like?” You set the menu down with a smack and cross you arms, sporting a silly little smirk.

Check mate, bastard.

He sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose, were you being this difficult on purpose?

“Kind of.” You smile and shrug as his ears begin to feel hot again, he hadn’t realized he said that out loud.

“Okay fine. Then why don’t I get one of the things and you get the -,”

“Are we ready to order?”

Levi’s stopped mid sentence by the same sweet old lady who’s introduced herself twice already, although you don’t recall her name, notepad resting in her hand with her pen clicked and ready to go.

“No, I apologize. They have a tough time with big words.”

You reach over and smack the menu against his arm playfully as he keeps his focus on the waitress in front of you.

Her laugh is sweet, and she hugs her arms to her own chest as she stares down at you both with a warm smile.

“How long?” She cocks her had to the side and points her finger between the both of you.

“Not even that long. I just have a tough time choosing, especially when it all looks so good. Sorry for keeping you waiting, though. I promise I’ll be ready next time you come around.” You give her an apologetic half smile as you slide the menu back open in front of you on the table.

You’ll definitely need to leave her a very thankful tip.

“No, no! I mean, how long have you two been together? I like to try to figure it out by the way the couples usually bicker, I think it’s a cute little game.” She smiles and giggles quietly.

You can’t say you’ve ever seen Levi shocked before, but you think that’s what this is, whatever you’re looking at.

He’s stopped, mid sip of water through his straw, and staring at the top of the table so hard you’d think it was going to explode. And this harsh light coming from the ceiling did him no justice either as you could begin to see a deep shade of crimson, not just pink but red, spread across his entire face.

He’s actually blushing.

If you weren’t so shocked yourself you would’ve whipped out your camera.

“Let me guess, three years?”

It’s at this comment that Levi seems to come out of his stupor, finishing his sip of water and looking up at her with wide eyes that were all but pleading her to stop where she was at.

“No, we’re just friends.” His voice wavers only slightly, his composure beginning to crumble in front of you.

Normally, said waiter would be equally flustered and apologetic for assuming, but she finds this situation quite hilarious.

Taking a deep breath and leaving some self inflicted pats to her chest, she speaks between giggles,

“Well, I’m just happy you’re at least a friend of his. He’s been coming here by himself for so long I’m surprised he even has company. I was beginning to even worry about him. But when I saw you I thought, ‘Oh good, a companion. He could use one of those.’” And just as boldly as she speaks, she reaches over and down to ruffle his hair as if they’ve been fostering a close relationship for a good while.

You cover your mouth in an effort to stifle your laughter at the sight across from you. God, he was so cute.

Pouting quite comically, he dips and dodges from her hand as she laughs loudly and chases his head as if it’s a fun game. And maybe it is, if so, it’s quite an endearing one.

“I think we’ll both have the number two for dinner, thank you.” Snatching your menu from your grasp, he glares up at the waitress, who you’ve now read is “Dolly” by the fading name tag pinned to her apron, with half lidded eyes.

A stare like that would make a strangers blood run cold, but she seems to find it adorable as she boops his nose and scampers off with your orders.

What a woman.

Sighing, he turns back towards you and rolls his eyes before opening his mouth and letting the slew of complaints leave his lips about the previous interaction; but you’re having a tough time focusing on what he’s actually saying. Truthfully, you’re focusing a little too hard on what he’s saying. His lips to be more specific.

You smiled fondly at the way he finished practically every sentence with a scoff, tch, or scowl. What a grumpy man. And Dolly thought he was your grumpy man.

You’d be lying if you said you’d never thought about it. What’d it be like to call him yours, hold his hand when he felt like it, give him little boops on the nose to fluster and annoy him.

But every time you even began to play with the idea, you were filled with the same doubtful thoughts and came to the same conclusion every time; you just weren’t compatible.

It felt like no matter what you never failed to bother him or upset him somehow, you weren’t sure how much of it was feigned annoyance anymore. He deserves someone who can really make him smile and laugh, not just get on his nerves.

Which reminds you,

“Hey, can we talk about what happened earlier? I want to get a better understanding of what I did to upset you. I’ve been thinking about it and I just,” you look down at your drink and twirl your straw against your glass, “I want to understand you and your feelings better.”

You look back up expecting to see a nasty scowl, angry because you interrupted him in the middle of his uncharacteristically lengthy rant. But instead, you see that he’s not looking at you at all.

It’s his turn to fiddle with his straw and mumble under his breath, “It doesn’t matter. Truthfully you didn’t do anything, I was just tired.”

“Levi.”

Your stern tone of voice gets his attention this time.

“Do we really have to talk about this?” He exhales dramatically and leans his neck on the back of the low booth to look up at the ceiling, bringing his hands up to his face and rubbing his cheeks.

“Yes.” You lean forward and place your head in your hands, why was this so hard for him?

After a few heavy breaths, he finally sits back up to look everywhere but you and speak his truth.

“Well, Um, I- I just- okay.” He’s fiddling with the sleeves of his shirt as he stares at the wall behind you.

“I guess I was upset because you hurt my feelings.”

You nodded and waited for him to continue… but apparently that’s all he had to say.

“Okay, no shit genius. But I would like if you told me why or how I hurt your feelings. This way, I won’t do it in the future.” You look at him bug eyed and shake your head in disbelief, he really was awful at this.

Sighing for the millionth time, he starts again.

“When you kept going on about how all I do is mock you, and you don’t like my company, that’s what hurt my feelings. Because, I didn’t realize that’s apparently all I do when I’m with you. Which for the record doesn’t reflect how I feel when I’m with you, but it happens a lot I guess. I mean, that’s just my personality. But I didn’t realize you took it personally. Either way, I got upset because it made me feel insecure, I guess. So, yes. That’s what hurt my feelings, or something.”

He still hasn’t looked at you.

“That and, well. It’s not a bother to be with you, and I enjoy your company. Like most people do. For example, that one guy in your chem class, Trevor or something,” his name was Garrett, “But you said you don’t really enjoy mine, so. I- I mean, yeah.” He looked up at the ceiling again as his voice wavered slightly at the end of his sentence.

It was quiet.

You weren’t sure how to respond, there was a lot to unpack with what he said.

Did you really mean this much to him?

Clearly feeling the tension, Levi leans forward to take a sip of his water and change the subject, but the lack of water in his cup makes an obscene crackly slurp to fill the silence instead.

The awkwardness of it all made you want to laugh, and apparently he felt the same as you watched him struggle to hold back what looked like a giggle.

“Well.” He clasps his hands together and finally looks at you with a growing half smile.

“This is awkward.” And with that, you lost it.

Your sudden bellowing laughter made him jump and hush you as he fought through his own chuckles.

“You had me do all that for you to just laugh?” He cocks his head to the side and smiles, just enough for you to notice, with his eyebrows quirked and raised. It sends your stomach into a fit of butterflies, and you feel like you’re gonna be sick.

“Refills on the waters?” Dolly comes by again, and you couldn’t be more thankful.

Nodding your heads and giving little hums, she pours from her pitcher before walking away to help another couple down the way-

Or rather, other patrons. Not, another couple.

“I do enjoy your company, Levi. I’m sorry what I said hurt you, let’s promise to both do a better job of thinking about what we’re saying to each other then, okay?” Feeling unnaturally bold, you reach your hand across the table to embrace his.

Only then do you wonder how nervous this made him, you could swear his hands were shaking for the few seconds he let you hold them. Nodding and pulling his hands away to wipe them on his pants, your food is served.

Thanking Dolly once again, Levi decides to resume a part of your earlier conversation.

“So, tell me about this Trevor character.” He makes a point of emphasizing his name with a shake of his head, making you roll your eyes.

“It’s Garrett, Levi.”

“Whatever.”

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[szallejhscorner]

Hello there lovely author! I have a request and although it isn't on the prompts list (sorry about that) I think it's quite cute. Okay, so you've written about how if reader and Chishiya had a child but what if the child is a bit grown up now and is in primary school and the day comes when the child tells reader and Chishiya that like in a couple of days its when the child's parents come to school and talk about their occupation and stuff. I feel like Chishiya would be hesistant for a while but then he realizes when reader reminds him that their child deserves to have both of his parents there in school for that day and finally agrees. I apologize if this was a bit too long! Stay hydrated and take your time!<3

Hello out there!

This is so lovely, really! And I’m so sorry that you had to wait that unbelievably long for it to be answered. I hope I did it justice.

Thank you for the ask! x3

Little Miss

When Chishiya first sees the invitation for parent’s day, he quickly shoves it across the table without second thought. This will just be one of those days where moms talk with other moms about the progress of their children, and Chishiya is sure he’d feel pretty much misplaced there.

Only when you stop talking about the old friends you met in the grocery store, he lifts his eyes from the newspaper, staring straight into a couple of narrowed eyes clearly judging him.

“What?” he mutters, and the brow of you facing him only wanders higher. Chishiya knows that look, and he clearly despises it. It’s one of those moments where you already have an argument he can’t disagree to, and you probably have long prepared this conversation while he’s being thrown into the cold water.

Sipping on your cup of coffee, you move the invitation back to him with your delicate fingers. “Don’t even try to wind yourself out of this. We’re going there together.”

With a grunt, Chishiya tries to find something very interesting in the paper in front of him, but there’s nothing. Instead, you simply continue to talk, unfazed and confident as ever. You know this is a fight he can’t win.

“I remember someone saying he didn’t want kids because he was afraid he’d end up exactly like his father. Well, your dad wouldn’t have accompanied you to such a parent’s day.”

There it is. Comparing him with his own father when it’s about his child is probably the worst but at the same time the most effective thing to do. “What makes you so sure she even wants me to come?”

You chuckle, and at the same time, Chishiya can hear a horde of elephants stomping down the staircase. Turns out to be just a single six-year-old, still in her pajamas and hair unkempt, but with the biggest smile that such a tiny face can carry.

“Daddy! Daddy! Daddy!” with a force similar to the elephant horde, the girl throws herself into his arms, unmindful of anything standing in her way. “You’re coming today, right? Right? I can’t wait to indoduce you to all my friends!”

Chishiya doesn’t want to turn his eyes to you. But your victorious grin can’t be avoided, and he ends up muttering a sigh into the unkempt hair of his daughter.

“Yes. Yes, I’ll be there.”

-

It is exactly what he imagined. The children are playing together most of the time, and the women have gathered together, talking about teachers and subjects and swimming lessons and whose child can already write a three-word-sentence. He can’t see many other fathers, but at least their topics are a bit more bearable. Most of the time it’s not even beer or football, and he manages to engage two others in a conversation about surgery. 

At some point, his daughter comes running towards him, still the same bright smile on her face that hasn’t vanished since the morning. Her mouth is smeared with chocolate, and Chishiya has no doubt that at least half of the chocolate muffins have been eaten by this girl alone. How she still manages to be as thin as a rake is a mystery to him.

“Daddy, can I ask you something?” she grins while he bends down to her, “I heard the teacher call one of the mummys Miss. Can you call me Miss? That sounds nice! I can be a Miss, right?”

The way she says that, so full of excitement, makes him chuckle. “I can do that, little Miss.”

“Mum says I can be anything I want. But... I can’t be a princess, right?”

And Chishiya has already learned that when you say something, it’s definitely not a good idea to disagree with you. “Hmm. It would be possible to marry a prince, although I don’t think that’s as exciting as you might think.”

His daughter seems to think about it for a while before she shakes her head. “Nah. I’d rather be a fairy, then.”

“Alright. I’ll look out for a fairy man for you.”

A tiny fist punches his side, with more strength than a grown up would have had, and he smirks at the pair of rolling eyes. “Daaaad! Fairies don’t exist.”

“Oh? Have you ever seen one?” His legs begin to hurt from the crouched position, and he shifts a bit while the girl in front of him shakes her head. “Of course not!”

“How do you know they don’t exist, then?”

That’s a bit too much for her little brain to process, and typical for a child, she soon begins to laugh and turns around to go playing with the other children, the princess-and-fairy matter already forgotten. Chishiya doesn’t remember that he has ever been such a lighthearted child, and he hopes that he will never see his daughter as a ten-year-old, studying books to impress him because she can’t see any other way. No, her life will be so much better than his own childhood has been. Because she will actually have a father.

Another half of an hour passes by, and Chishiya finds himself led by a small yet strong hand to a desk full of drawn images. One in particular immediately catches his eye, because it clearly shows a girl, a man in a white doctor’s coat and a woman that looks a lot like you.

“I did this! it’s cool, isn’t it??” she’s so proud about this, and while Chishiya wouldn’t call it cool, it somehow is still touching, so he nods.

“Have you shown this to your mother already, little Miss?” looking for you, he finds you standing not too far away with two other women, watching the situation from the corner of your eye.

His daughter quickly presses the drawing againt her chest, crumbling one corner while doing so. “Pssssst! That’s a present!” She means your birthday for sure since it’s coming soon, and Chishiya can’t help but smile at the loud voice telling him to be quiet. He’s sure that you’ve heard it too, but you’re deliberately pretending that you haven’t.

“I’m sure your mother will like it”, he mutters with a smirk, carefully taking the drawing out of the child’s hands and placing it back on the table, upside down so you won’t see what’s drawn on it.

“Hey, daddy...” there’s pressure on his sleeve, and Chishiya looks down into the suddenly concerned eyes of his daughter, humming questioningly.

The girl fiddles around with her hair, throwing a hesitant look over her shoulder. “Gem says... Gem says that his dad can’t be here today. He drank too much and now he’s in the hospital.”

Alcoholic with no doubt. Not sure what to answer, he stays quiet for a moment longer, and his daughter continues to explain her way of thoughts.

“I... I drank a lot too, today. Must I go to the hospital now?”

It is fascinating how children view the world, and how she actually worries about that. Chishiya shakes his head. “No, of course not. There’s nothing wrong in drinking a bit more water.”

However, the worry doesn’t leave her eyes. “Yes, but...” she lowers her voice down to a whisper, hard for even Chishiya to understand, “it hasn’t been water. It has been juice.”

Never before has he required so much strength not to burst out laughing.

“Well, in that case... I’ll have to check on you again in an hour.”

She nods, as if this has been exactly what she wanted to hear. “You’re a doctor, right? So nothing can happen to me!”

“Right.” Chishiya pats her shoulder, watching the other children gather around a makeshift platform. “And now hurry, something’s happening.”

She’s gone within a heartbeat, grabbing a cup of water on her way. It won’t last longer than ten minutes before she will return to juice, and one day, she’ll understand what exactly the reason for Gem’s father has been to end up in hospital. Chishiya only fears that this day will come too soon.

His thoughts are interrupted by a teacher announcing that the parent’s introduction will now begin, and to his surprise, his daughter is the first one to step up next to her teacher. He feels a hand reaching for his, and when he turns around, you have approached him and snuggle up to his side, a proud smile on your face. “Bet you don’t regret coming here?”

He huffs, since there’s not enough time for a proper answer. The young girl that looks so much like you is beaming down at her parents like a thousand suns, and only the movement of her fingers shows how nervous she actually is.

“Okay, so! My daddy is a surdon. That means he cuts people open-” Chishiya can’t decide what’s more hilarious, the fact that she still has problems pronouncing surgeon or how she hastily moves her arms around to show how he’d act inside an OP, “- and takes out what makes them sick. He saves lives!”

She doesn’t care for the aaaaahs and oooohs around her, since her eyes are fixed on Chishiya only. “I think he’s a hero. And one day, I want to be like him.”

Chishiya doesn’t notice how his lips part slightly, he only feels how his heart wants to burts inside his chest. Not for anything in this world does he want to disappoint this little girl, and it’d make him proud to see her as a surgeon one day. Just like his father before him, but different.

So very, very different.

[genoc1d3r]

my turn to cry - thoughts on 3-1b

ok this has actually gotta be my favorite chapter cause holy shit so much stuff happened.

I played the Alice/kanna route and afterwards I watched a vod with the reko/shin route in which ranmaru and naomichi died before the banquet, so BIG SPOILER WARNING FOR BOTH ROUTES

Mafia Princess Sara??: Ok so first off, back in the beginning of 2020, I had a theory that Sara was a mafia heiress and that the death game was supposed to be something to “prepare” her. And that her memories were wiped or she was initially supposed to be kept blind to this whole thing (In 3-1a when everybody saw the consent form for the very first time everybody felt a sense of deja vu, except for Sara. Because why would they need her consent when she is the sole focus of the game and it’s all for her) This theory was mainly supplied by my confusion surrounding the hiring of Kai, cause why would mr Chidouin hire a former assassin to protect her?? How did he even know Kai??? But yeah, the whole thing with Shinobu Gokujo and deciding a new don through a death game just adds a lil more validity to this theory.

Sara’s real father: I also had a mini theory that Gashu Satou was her real father, but that was mostly cause of their hair color and how it would def make Sara’s hair color make more sense genetics-wise (but kai has black hair, so its most likely that his mother had black hair, which would also disprove this mini-theory but yk im not here to prove it just talk about it). And that Gashu knew of Mr. Chidouin and gave Sara to him, and it would also explain why mr Chidouin chose Kai of all people to look after her and why Kai could only watch her from a distance, in case she realized the truth that he was her brother/half-brother or something. 

GREENBLINGS CANON AAAAAAAA: I love this, I love this so much oh my god. Now I can replay and cry after 2-2 cause nankidai hates us :’). I dont have an issue with this specifically, I’m just a bit bothered by how the whole thing went. There was some buildup yea, and the cg with kanna, kugie, and shin was amazing. And that lil bit about nice hallucinations made me tear up a bit. But, then everybody kinda just moved on? and idk this whole chapter was a fuckign roller coaster I could barely keep up.

Autistic Gin <3: I’m autistic myself and I have seen many characters who are autistic-coded or exhibit many signs of autism but have never been straight up confirmed (Ex: Vera Misham from Apollo Justice: Ace Attorney). And even then, these characters usually share similar personality traits like being aloof and reserved. So it’s nice to see that Gin is representing autism in a relatively realistic manner with his hyperfixations, vocal tics, and issues with socializing. Even after nearly dying like 17 times he’s still doing well and I genuinely wish for his survival and happiness.

Ranmaru’s death: Both of Ranmaru’s deaths, (if you or if you don’t fail the electricity absorption minigame) the death feels so... off? I was really attached to him as a character, yet his death didn’t impact as much as Joe’s or Nao’s did. During his Banquet death, one second he had his really cute smiling sprite but then whoops oh no guys weird drill screw thing kills him (again). I still can barely comprehend it because it all just happened so fast. Like no cg or anything. I was honestly kinda disappointed. The “delayed” one does a better job at his death scene, but again, it was wayyy too quick and completely dismissed as everybody just moves on to defeat Maple 2.0. I at least would’ve appreciated a better transition than Midori just saying “well anyways–”

 Ranmaru’s extremely quick descent into madness in the shin route: I actually liked this idea of Ranmaru willing to go to such extremes for Sara. However, theres barely time for any of this to develop? Like again, everything just happens so fast??? I would've definitely liked if there were little hints around before the body discovery that ranmaru was gonna do something like this, just a little time for development would really be cool.

Mr. Policeman/Mr. Tazuna???: After I finished, I actually looked on the wiki to see if it said anything about his son that he mentioned and I found this: 

But yeah thats cool

The thing about Q-taro: I’m gonna say it now, I’ve liked Q-taro ever since the aftermath of 1-2, and Q-taro haters have added absolutely nothing to this fandom. Everybody saw him as a child-hater, I see him as a guy who’ll do anything to survive and succeed. I mean that wish is kinda what got him into the death game. And yeah he did try to leave that one time, but that’s what getting thrown into traumatic killing games does for you, most people don’t want to die, they want to live, no matter what it takes. We can’t all be the main character and choose to cooperate with everybody and be the “good” person in that situation. Even Sara has those extremely selfish moments and those intrusive thoughts of winning and leaving. 

This whole thing should also be applied to Ranmaru. Ranmaru has gone through so much shit in such a brief amount of time, to the point where he was considering to/actually kill people to escape with the one person he trusted in this hellhole. In that situation, Sara’s kinda at fault here, cause without Joe she’s lost her sense of morality which resulted in her becoming selfish and well... honestly kinda toxic. This emotional manipulation is really what set Ranmaru off, however it was 100% his decision to fucking kill somebody and murder’s bad. Still love him though.

But back to Qtaro, I really enjoyed the extra substance given to him in this chapter, it’s nice to see the development from being selfish to feeling deep remorse to protecting the dolls of the first trial victims, most notably Mai. As he completely forgives her for stabbing him. The chapter did a great job at fueling my already intense love for Q-taro (and it actually convinced my best friend who claims to hate Q-taro with every bone of her body to like him too!) I also love the father-son dynamic between him and Gin. I find this relationship to be really important cause Gin’s father is an abusive alcoholic and Q-taro’s an orphan who’s never had a proper role-model in his life. So it’s beautiful that despite not having anybody there for him when he was younger he can still be a good figure for another child.

Predictions/hopes for the next part: 

I just want to see whether Shin already knew about Kanna being his sister, and if he doesn’t I want a reveal. Right. Now.

A Ranmaru/Joe/Q-taro/Kai/ “Hinako” revival, p l e a se  they died so soon

More info about the people involved in the Hades Incident/Shinobu Gokujo

More info regarding Meister

Sara going on Maury

Who tf is “Hinako”????

I really hope that there isn't any specific good/bad ending. Like I want every ending to be equally bad and good yk? like equal consequences and good stuff.

Yo wtf happened to Sara’s mom?? Is she gonna come back and play a more important role in the story?? Are her parents gonna come back as floor masters???

I want things to actually change  depending on whether you picked Alice or reko, cause so far they’ve played extremely minor roles.