#some sort of effect and then i got lazy haha

[bayleaf-2]

Assorted art from the last 3ish hours :) So happy my tablet is working again I have SOOO much creative juice

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i have never done a request before... but i was craving some Sergio Ramos x Reader (not to mention i have been stalking your account bcs you're the best Sergio Ramos writer) maybe when reader calls ramos Daddy if you're comfortable with writing something like that! I hope you have a great day/night, take care of yourself! Ily.💗

𝙎𝙖𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙞𝙣 | A 𝙎𝙚𝙧𝙜𝙞𝙤 𝙍𝙖𝙢𝙤𝙨 Short Story

𝘗𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: Sergio Ramos x Female Reader

Word Count : 858

𝘈𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘕𝘰𝘵𝘦: Hi babes! I've been doing good, I hope you have been as well and ily2!!! I wasn't sure if you wanted this to sort of be a suggestive/NSFW vibe, so I played it safe and did sort of a fluffy-flirty sort of vibe c': When it comes to NSFW content I only do it if its clearly stated because I never want my assumptions to be wrong haha c': Look at this gif though omg hubbada hubbada awoooogaaaaaaa.... ANYWAYSSS THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE COMPLIMENT HJDNJDNFDB that really made my day c': Thank you so much for requesting!! I Hope you like how I represent your idea ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚!!

{ TRANSLATOR USED SO DIRECT TRANSLATION MAY NOT BE CORRECT }

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You and Sergio have been living together for a few months now, and it's been nothing short of amazing. You both have your own quirks and habits, but you love each other more with every passing day.  Sergio is generally perceived as serious and even aggressive by most people, but in your company, he exhibits a playful and silly demeanor. While it's common knowledge that Sergio is someone who takes his work and responsibilities seriously and doesn't back away from a challenge, you are aware of a more tender side to him that he seldom displays to others. Witnessing him let his guard down and abandon the stern façade he usually wears is quite refreshing.

One lazy Sunday afternoon, you're lounging on the couch, reading a book when Sergio suddenly jumps out from behind the armchair and tackles you. You shriek with laughter as he pins you down. "You didn't see that coming, did you?" he says, grinning.

You giggle and squirm under his weight, trying to push him off. "Get off of me, you big oaf!" Sergio laughs and tickles you, making you wriggle even more. "Not until you say I'm so handsome and I'm the best boyfriend ever!" he says, still tickling you.

"Okay, okay, I'm so handsome and I’m the best boyfriend ever!" you say, still giggling.

Sergio laughs, shaking his head, and continues to tickle you. "You know that's not what I meant!"

You laugh even harder now, your side cramping and tears falling down your cheeks. "Okay, okay, please s-stop I can't breathe!" 

You keep chuckling softly as you try to catch your breath, and he finally stops and gets off of you with a smile.

“Atta girl, just breathe slowly you got this,” he smiles as he looks down at you.

You sit up as he speaks, butterflies flutter in your stomach, and a warm blush spreads across your cheeks. Although you were already flushed from laughing earlier, you couldn't help the reaction he stirred in you. Perhaps he didn't even notice how his words affected you, lost in the moment. You bite your bottom lip playfully, deciding to tease Sergio a bit. "Thank you, Daddy," you say with a hint of mischief in your voice. 

You can see the surprise in his expression at the endearment you've used, realizing you've never called him that before. But something about the way the word rolls off your tongue ignites a fire within him that he didn't know existed. His jaw tightens, and his eyes seem to darken with desire. "Say that again," he demands, his voice low and husky. You meet his gaze, pretending to be oblivious to his reaction. "Say what?" you ask, looking down at his lips before meeting his eyes again. "Daddy?" you say the word slowly, relishing in the effect it has on him. Sergio leans in closer to you, his breath warm on your face. "I like the way you say that," he whispers, his voice barely above a growl. "Me pregunto cómo sonaría escuchar tus bonitos labios gritar mientras me llamas así. (I wonder how it would sound hearing your pretty lips cry out while calling me that).” You feel a shiver run down your spine at his words, and your heart rate picks up as he whispers down at you. Stick to the plan….stick to the plan, you think to yourself.

The air between you is charged with electricity, and you can feel the tension building.

He leans down to close the distance between you both, his lips brush against yours. You kiss him, not being able to resist. As your lips meet, the world around you fades into the background, and all that remains is the taste of him on your tongue and the sensation of his arms around you. His kiss is soft and tender at first, but as the passion between you builds, it becomes more urgent, more insistent. Your hands run through his hair, pulling him closer to you, while his hands roam over your back, tracing the curves of your body. It's a moment of pure bliss, and for a while, you forget about everything else, lost in the heat of the moment.

As you break apart, breathless and wanting more, you grin mischievously.” Hey Babe.”

“Yes?”

"I gotcha!" you yell, grabbing the pillow from behind you and launching it at him. Sergio screams in jest and lifts his arms in a hasty attempt to block the cushion. He laughs and says, "You are such a tease!," grabbing the other couch pillow to throw at you.

This started a full-fledged pillow fight. Feathers fly everywhere as you both laugh and hit each other with the pillows.

After a while, you both collapse on the floor, exhausted but happy. Sergio wraps his arms around you, holding you close.

"I'm so lucky to have you," he says, kissing your forehead.

You smile and snuggle into his embrace. "I'm lucky to have you too."

You both lay there for a while, enjoying the feeling of each other's company. Play fighting may be a silly activity, but it's moments like these that remind you both of how much you love each other.

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Zodiac signs in school 🏫

This is based on my personal experience with these signs and the post only takes into consideration the sun sign, which is not enough so take this with a pinch of salt!! (Fun post definitely not educational)

Air signs

They're the ones that are most likely to leave an impression on the teachers, either good or bad lol and are hardly forgotten even by their peers.

💎Geminis usually tend to be good students, they like to discuss theories with teachers regardless of whether they put lots of effort in their studies or not, even argue/debate and not take information at face value, but that could get them in trouble when they take it too far. (I know a gemini who got in trouble with a professor because he would give counter arguments all the time, to the point she kicked him out of class). They usually have many friends and they can be popular, even when introverted.

💡 Aquas tend to argue with teachers too hehe but they can be the ones to defend the students' rights and stand up for folks/say what everyone is thinking but too afraid of saying, they don't shy away from the attention this gets them. (An aquarius girl used to tell the teacher straight up that her ways of teaching were not effective and students shouldn't be treated with disrespect). A lot of aquas also love astronomy! And they offer a fresh perspective during class debates.

⚖️ Libras either dont give a fuq and just sit there being pretty or they try to get the teacher to like them and flatter them 😭 but if they have other academically inclined placements, they can be extremely hardworking! Also they can come to class dressed to the nines and carry lipgloss/perfume in their bags. Their notebooks are usually also very aesthetically pleasing as they use all types of colored pens and even doodle cute shapes like roses on them.

Fire signs

🔥 Aries are lowkey in class but school can get them too worked up, they can be active and join clubs dedicated to sports to blow off some steam. They are also prone to headaches and should relax a little 😭 they can be quite the flirts too! They also get the job done even when they procrastinate.

🦁 Leos, those who work hard usually are the type to enroll in extracurricular activities and take online courses to make their resume as neat and full as possible, some stand out and some don't. Those who breeze through everything can still be popular and easygoing, the guy/girl next door type. You can find them in theatre club and generally in lots of clubs. If they see a cat lounging on campus, 8/10 they would go "aww how cute" or some variation of this or even pet it.

🧜Sags are either at the top of their class or don't give a shit, no in between. They tend to ace foreign languages exams and are friendly with exchange students, trying to experience different cultures as much as they can. They can be sporty too. Those who don't care about school rarely even attend class or could get in all sorts of trouble with teachers. If they lead a club, they're most likely the laid back type who listens to everyone. They can be either too hype/too reserved? Like they can be confusing but still funny.

Water signs

🦅 Scorpios, i didnt meet many but those i know get impacted so much by their studies? Its like they let them affect their mood and they tend to be too introspective and hard on themselves. Especially scorpio stelliums. The scorpio suns i know stand out the most in class amongst the rest of the water signs. With peers, they can be super sweet but they dish out the shadiest comments when someone pisses them off lmao

🌙 Cancers same, they might let their studies affect their mood a lot. They can be moody at times and they tend to remember stuff well? Not necessarily school related but their memory is no joke, especially those with cancer mercury. Those i know don't try too hard in school, even though they're smart. They're very funny and crack the best jokes in class and make memes a lot haha and are little gossipy 👀

🧚 Pisces, those i know don't let school affect them that much. They might join the students board to defend people's rights. They can be wise when developed and seem grounded and poised. Very sweet. (Might update this once I know more pisces suns)

Earth signs

🌿 Virgos, they are amazing at debate and public speaking. Even when they get lazy and don't put effort into their work, I noticed how they can make great presentations. Also good at writing! I know a virgo sun who published a bunch of books when he's still in uni. They are surprisingly chill about school work.

🏞️ Capricorns, hard on themselves and could either feel like the rest of the group are incompetent in group projects, or they may feel like they're incompetent themselves and not good enough. Teachers tend to like them. Good at problem solving. They tend to focus on their goals and projects and are rarely swayed or blindsided.

🍃 Taurus, those I know tend to care more about extra curricular activities and projects they have on the side than actual school. May not have that many friends as they value quality over quantity. (I didn't get to meet that many tauruses yet so will probably update once i do).

[sipsteainanxiety]

neutral looks || katsuki b.

pairing: bakugou katsuki x reader

word count: 4.2k+

mentions: slightly older au, female pronouns, fluff, some humor i tried to be funny okay

✧˖° he’s been looking rather... calm, as of late. but why?

"Yo, Eijirou."

Kirishima looked up from his notebook, where he had been pouring over anti-derivatives, trying to study for the upcoming exam. A questioning eyebrow raised slightly at his companion, who was hunched slightly over his own book. Kaminari held a pencil in his hand, the end with the eraser pressed against his bottom lip as he stared thoughtfully at Kirishima. The two were sitting in the Commons Room of their dormitory, taking up an entire couch for themselves as they were surrounded with books. Kirishima wanted nothing more than to play video games, or take a nap - anything to get out of review - but he forced himself to deal with the stupid rules he had to memorize.

Kaminari was no better. From the moment they started 'studying', he had alternated between reading his notes, or going through memes on his phone (or something of the sort). Occasionally, he would flick a small piece of paper at the redhead, trying to distract himself by seeing how many pieces he could get in Kirishima's hair without him noticing. That being said, the sharp-toothed male's head was littered with small, crumbled balls.

"Hah?" Kirishima said wisely, watching Kaminari tap the end of his pencil against his chin.

Kaminari bent forward, closer to Kirishima and beckoned toward him with a finger. The redhead complied and leaned closer, confusion brushing across his features. The blond whispered to him. "Is it just me, or has Bakugou been acting strangely lately?"

Kirishima tilted his head thoughtfully, (a few of the papers sticking to his head fell off and rolled down his shoulder, but he didn't notice), casting a glance toward said ash-blond, who was laying down on a couch across the room. It was just the three of them in the room. His head rested on one of his bent arms, the other one holding up his phone as he scrolled through something on it. His face held none of the usually angry expressions he wore on a day-to-day basis. Instead, it was rested in a lazy, almost bored look. The redhead hummed, lowering his voice to a whisper as well so that Bakugou wouldn't hear them talking about him. "Yeah, I noticed a while back. He's been calmer - more neutral. At least, when he thinks no one is watching."

"Right?!" Kaminari agreed, tapping his pencil against his chin at a faster pace than before. "The other day at Lunch, I 'accidentally' spilled water on him-" Kirishima paled, thinking about the different ways Bakugou would have killed him. Actually, scratch that - Bakugou only killed people by exploding them to dust. "-don't look at me like that! Mina dared me for money! But anyways, all he did was glare at me before getting up and stomping off! Dude, I thought I was gonna die!"

"That's-" The redhead put a fist over his heart, tears welling up in his eyes. "That's so manly of him!!! I'm so proud!!!"

"Me too, but I could have died."

"I wonder why he's been acting so mellow," Kirishima thought aloud, rubbing his chin as his studying was temporarily forgotten. This was a serious topic to address! "Maybe he's taking anger management classes?"

"Maybe he started doing yoga?"

"Haha, I can't imagine that. Maybe he went to a spa?"

"Maybe his Mom said something to him?"

"Mama Bakugou is scary, but Bakugou is scarier. Maybe he got a girl?"

"No wAiT! I've got something better!" Kaminari held his hands out, a grin snaking itself onto his sly face as he paused for dramatic effect. "Maybe he got laid?"

Kirishima's eyes widened, his mouth opening slightly as he pondered it. Well, it was definitely a possibility. He held his hand in a fist, tears brimming his red eyes once again, "That's the ultimate step a guy can take to becoming a man!!!!"

"Exactly!" Kaminari grinned, looking proud at himself for thinking about it. He watched as the redhead jumped up from his seat, his book falling to the floor along with the remaining pieces of paper stuck to his hair.

"Let's go ask him about it!" He grinned, still wanting to get away from reviewing. The blond nodded in agreement, getting up and following Kirishima to the resting place of Bakugou. Said male didn't notice his two classmates wandering up to him until they were leaning over him. Their faces were sly and had grins plastered on. He felt a twinge of annoyance.

"What do you two extras want?" Bakugou grunted, still keeping his eyes on his phone. Kaminari and Kirishima glanced at each other before looking back down at him with big grins on their faces.

"We were just wondering why you've been oddly tame for the past few weeks," Kaminari slyly said, slightly sweatdropping as Bakugou turned his head to glare at him.

"What the hell do you mean?" Bakugou scoffed, turning his phone off to look at the two males standing over him. "I haven't changed at all, the fuck?"

"Yes you have!" Kirishima grinned, rubbing his hands conspiratorially. "You've had these neutral looks on! It's really unsettling but manly as hell!!"

"I don't know what you're fucking talking about."

"Oh come on!" Kaminari grinned, leaning even closer to the ash-blond's face who frowned at the closeness. "Did you get a gir-"

"Uh, am I interrupting something?"

All three males turned their heads to look at the girl who had just walked into the room. [Name] tilted her head at the exchange happening in front of her. From her angle it looked as though the three had been doing something scandalous, and she raised an eyebrow at it, trying not to laugh out loud. Kirishima stood up straight, giving her a big smile as he ran over to hug and spin her around, laughing, while Kaminari remained in his position.

"Ah- [Name], wassup?" Kaminari gave her a closed eye smile, before his face was pushed away by Bakugou's hand, who had growled lowly at him in warning. The blond relented and scooted away from the couch willingly, not wanting to get beat up.

"Nothin' much," the girl giggled out as Kirishima set her down. She straightened her shirt and hair before walking toward the couch. "Have you guys seen my jacket? I think I left it here."

"It's over there," Kirishima replied, pointing toward the table where said garment rested. She thanked him and walked over to it, slipping it over her shirt before she turned around and walked back over to them. Kaminari was whispering something lowly to Kirishima, who nodded here and there while Bakugou had returned to scrolling through his phone, now sitting up against the couch. His crimson eyes swiveled up to watch her as she crept up behind the two whispering males, and poked her head into the conversation.

"Aren't you supposed to be studying?" [Name] asked, clicking her tongue as she gazed disapprovingly at the two. Kirishima let out a nervous chuckle while Kaminari threw an arm around her shoulder.

"Don't worry your pretty little head about it~" He smirked as [Name] rolled her eyes, crossing her arms. "We were just interrogating Bakugou here."

"'Interrogating'?" [Name] echoed, turning her head to look at the ash-blond. His gaze was narrowed in a glare as he stood up, looming over his friends. The past few years had caused him to shoot up in height; when he wasn't slouching he towered over practically everyone, except Shouji. The female raised an eyebrow, putting a finger up to her bottom lip. "What did he do?"

"Fucking nothing!" Bakugou growled out as he stomped over to Kaminari and shoved his arm off the girl's shoulder. The poor blond rubbed his arm, sidling away to stand near his red-haired friend. [Name] only rolled her eyes at Bakugou, who crossed his arms and let out a huff, Kirishima and Kaminari stepping away and exchanging wicked glances with one another. "They were the ones who decided to bother me; it was damn annoying."

"Aw, Bakubro!" Kirishima pouted, placing a hand on his shoulder, though he only turned his head to glare at him while he shrugged it off. "We were just checking in on him! Having a manly talk!"

"Don't call me that."

[Name] tilted her head, but ultimately decided not to intervene anymore. She let out a small smile and turned around, waving a hand in the air. "I see... Well! I gotta go. Things to do, people to see."

"And where the fuck are you going?" Bakugou yelled out after her while she walked away, hair swaying with her motions.

"None of your business!"

The ash-blond let out a small growl, shoving his hands in his pockets. Kaminari and Kirishima looked at each other with eyebrows raised, before watching as the man stomped over to grab his phone from where it was resting on the couch, and then proceeding to stomp his way out of the Commons Room, not bothering to cast a 'goodbye' to his friends.

Kirishima hummed, closing his eyes as he rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "Interesting behavior..."

"Should we follow him?

"Oh hell yeah."

---

Though the decision was rather spontaneous, the redhead and blond couldn't help but feel glad that they decided to follow their fiery friend. They wouldn't call it 'stalking' per se, but rather 'intellectually observing'. Bakugou had gone with [Name] to the mall, unaware of their two followers. Kaminari and Kirishima watched with some confusion, yet excitement as Bakugou tailed behind [Name]. His face was set in a calm look, eyes swiveling around at various stores while his companion shopped to her heart's desire. He looked bored, if Kirishima had to guess.

Occasionally, Bakugou's eyes would come close to landing on the forms of his two friends, but they always managed to duck out of the way, either into a nearby store, or by turning around and pretending they were someone else. It worked so far, but it was only a matter of time before they were found out. At least, that's what they thought, as they tried not to get killed by a certain ash-blond.

"How odd..." Kirishima mumbled, bringing up a menu to cover his face. Currently, him and Kaminari were sitting at a table in a cafe quite a distance away from [Name] and Bakugou. The two boys had been tailing them for a few hours now, and just when they thought they were going to keel over from hunger, [Name] had dragged Bakugou into the nearest cafe. Said ash-blond had been carrying a load of bags that his companion had gotten from various stores, grumbling a little, bit still holding onto them nonetheless.

"Never thought Bakugou would willingly go shopping with someone..." Kaminari whispered, as he pushed up his fake sunglasses and held open the menu in front of him.

"Have you noticed how quiet he's being?" Kirishima whispered to Kaminari, an identical pair of sunglasses resting upon his face. "Well, he didn't start a fight or anything! And holding her bags too? How manly!"

Kaminari suddenly let out a gasp, eyes widening behind his shades as the floral-patterned scarf wrapped around his head to hide his hair slipped a little. "Duuuude, what if they're dating?" He peeked over his menu to look at the couple in question. [Name] was chattering away, a drink in her hand that she occasionally sipped from while she waited for her food. Kaminari's head sunk as he pouted. "Damn, he beat me to her."

Kirishima wacked his blond friend on the head with his menu. "Be happy for them!!! Though, they are really good friends, so I don't know about that. Let's not assume." Kaminari rubbed his head and fixed his scarf, mumbling under his breath. Kirishima turned back to look at the couple they were 'observing'. Bakugou had his head resting on one of his hands, leaning on the table as he watched his companion talk about whatever. There was this calm expression plastered on his face, and Kirishima furrowed his brows a little, feeling a little happy for his friend who looked like he was enjoying himself on the inside. There is no mistaking the fact that [Name] is someone Bakugou likes hanging around. Maybe Kirishima should be his wingman and set him up with her? He ducked behind his menu, narrowly avoiding a crimson gaze that had swiveled around to look at him.

"Let's leave them alone," the redhead whispered, his giant sun hat slipping down to cover his left ear. "We can ask tomorrow - we might need backup, plus it's not manly to spy on people."

Kaminari nodded in agreement, before the two of them stood up and steadily made their way out of the cafeteria, the menus still raised up to hide their faces as people stared.

Meanwhile, a certain ash-blond had his eyes trained on the heavily dressed figures that were quite obviously trying to hide as they stumbled their way out of the cafe. [Name] stopped speaking to follow his gaze, letting out a sigh and a roll of the eyes.

"You know, you would think that training to be pro heroes would make them better at sneaking around," she remarked, sipping her drink and crossing her legs under the table.

Bakugou grunted, crossing his arms as he sunk down onto his chair. "Fucking dumbasses thought we wouldn't notice them." He threw a small glare at the female, who caught it and returned her own. "Are we fucking done here or what, I'm bored out of my Goddamn mind."

"You're the one who wanted to come with me," [Name] pointed out with a frown, setting down her now empty glass as she stood up, the ash-blond following her actions. He rolled his shoulders, letting out a huff at the small crack that sounded. "I didn't need your help, smartass."

"Whatever," Bakugou grunted, bending down to grab her bags in his clenched fists. "Next time I won't fucking come and you'll be all alone like a loser." He straightened up and walked away, grumbling underneath his breath. [Name] followed after him, arms crossed and a smirk stretched across her lips.

"As if you'd ever leave me alone."

"Shut the fuck up."

---

Kirishima peered into the nearly empty Commons Room, eyes glancing around the area before falling upon one of the couches in the corner. His eyes widened as he ducked back into the hall, turning around to look at his companions. Kaminari and Ashido were watching him with tilted heads, Sero standing behind them with a confused look on his face.

"What are we doing here again??" the black-haired male questioned, wondering why his friends had been banging on his room door in the middle of the afternoon before dragging him downstairs.

"We're here to interrogate [Name]!" Kaminari announced, rubbing his hands together slyly. "Gotta find out if she wants to date m-"

Before he could finish his sentence, Ashido slapped him upside the head, a frown on her face. The blond flinched and held the back of his head with a groan. The pink-skinned girl crossed her arms with a 'humph'. "Idiot, she would never go out with you!!"

"Still worth tryin- OW!"

Kirishima rolled his eyes before turning to answer his friend's question. "[Name] and Bakugou have been spending a lotta time together, so we're just gonna ask her if she knows why he's been acting so weirdly lately."

"Huh," Sero let out hum, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. "Now that you mention it, he has been acting strangely."

"Exactly!" Ashido sprung into the conversation, a determined look on her face. "Follow my lead boys, I'll handle this."

With that, she marched into the room, the three males turning to look at each other before shrugging and following, deciding it was best for Ashido to talk to her friend. [Name] was laying upside down on a couch in the Commons Room, reading a horror book by an American author. The small group of friends walked up to her and stood in front of her, casting shadows upon her face before she looked up and set her book down on her stomach.

"You guys need something?" she asked, flipping herself around to sit up properly on the couch. She hardly had a time to look at their expressions before Ashido practically pounced on her and started shaking her by the shoulders.

"We need details, girl, details!!" the alien-girl yelled out, not ceasing in her actions until her friend grabbed her by the wrists and pulled them off of her. Her hair was slightly messed up and she raised an eyebrow, glancing at the boys standing around her, before looking at her friend.

"Details...?" she trailed of slightly, scratching her head. Ashido nodded her head, opening her mouth to speak, only to get cut off by Kaminari who plopped himself down in between them, and threw an arm around [Name]'s shoulder.

"Yeah, details," he grinned, bringing his face closer to his friend's, who only rolled her eyes, used to his antics. "You wanna go out w- ACK!"

[Name] looked on in slight amusement as Kirishima grabbed Kaminari by the front of his shirt, and pulled him into a headlock, grinning widely all the while. The blond struggled to get out of his grip, lightly laughing and gasping for air at the same time.

The redhead sent a bright beam towards the [Hair Color] haired female, laughing sheepishly. "Ah, ignore him! He's just being a dumbass!"

"Okaaaay?" [Name] grinned back, looking toward Sero, who only shrugged and sat himself down on the couch arm.

Ashido, getting impatient, grabbed her friend's attention again and looked her in the eyes. "[Name], we're friends, right?"

"Yes?" [Name] responded, tilting her head to the side as Kirishima finally let go of Kaminari, who started gasping for air while rubbing his neck.

"And friends tell each other things, right?"

"Yeeees?"

"Okay so," Ashido glanced at Kirishima, who nodded slightly, telling her to go on. "Do you know why Bakugou hasn't been acting like a total asshole lately???"

"Hah?" [Name] looked confused, turning her head to look at the redhead who smiled sheepishly at her.

"Yeah, have you noticed?" he asked, shifting his feet around before placing a fist over his heart. "As his best bros, we have to know so we can commemorate his change toward being a better man!!"

"And we gotta tease him about it," Kaminari added, putting a thumbs up along with Ashido, who nodded eagerly along with him.

"I just want to play Animal Crossing," Sero sighed in the background.

"Hmm," [Name] closed her eyes, rubbing her chin as she pondered upon the question. After a few seconds, her eyes reopened, and she snapped her fingers. "Oh! It's probably 'cause-"

"What the fuck are you extras doing?"

Everyone turned their heads to see a slightly pissed off Bakugou stomping toward their couch, one of his eyebrows raised as his eyes glanced between the people surrounding [Name]. He came to a stop in front of the couch before crossing his arms across his chest, glaring at a certain female. "And why the fuck haven't you been answering my Goddamn texts????"

[Name] tilted her head, grabbing her book to show him as her friends nervously scooted away, hoping she wouldn't tell him what they had been doing. "I was reading and my phone's in my room, duh."

Bakugou growled, before grabbing the book and tossing it across the room, not giving a shit as the girl frowned and stood up from the couch haughtily. There was a small 'thud' as the book landed on the floor. He ignored her angry expression before turning to a certain redhead. "And what the fuck were you idiots doing, huh?"

Kirishima grinned, hooking an arm around Kaminari's neck, who had been rubbing the back of his head. "Ah nothing, we were just talking, you know, like friends do."

The blond only gave another thumbs up, a drop of sweat resting on the side of his head. Ashido also got up from the couch, standing next to [Name], who continued to frown at Bakugou. Sero disappeared into the background, deciding that today was not a good day to meet god. He was too high for this shit.

"Idiot!" [Name] yelled out, karate chopping a spiky head of hair with her right hand. Said head of hair turned around to growl lowly at her, before he moved so he was towering over her figure in a form of intimidation. The female only stood her ground, crossing her arms. "You can't just throw someone's book across the room!!!"

"I don't give a flying fuck." Bakugou clicked his tongue, before grabbing her wrist and pulling her out of the circle of friends. "You should have answered your Goddamn messages, because now we're fucking late and that old hag-"

"Wait one second!!" Ashido yelped out, grabbing [Name]'s other wrist, causing Bakugou to stop his march to the exit. "We were having a very important discussion!!! You can't just steal her away like that!!"

"I can, and I fucking will." Bakugou narrowed his eyes at the pink-haired female, giving the [Hair Color] haired female's wrist a tug, only to be countered by another tug from Ashido. [Name] only looked back and forth between the two, wondering what the fuck was going on.

"Bakubro, come on!" Kirishima suddenly appeared next to the ash-blond and put a hand on his shoulder. The fiery male turned his head to give the redhead a sharp glare, while Kaminari disappeared to join Sero in the shadows. "Don't be such a dick! It's not manly to treat a lady that way!"

"I don't give a shit, I'll treat her how I fucking want, shitty hair," Bakugou grunted out, giving another tug to [Name]'s wrist, who shot him a nasty glare that was countered by one of his own. Kirishima let go of his shoulder and stepped away, scratching his head slightly at the anger that was showing on his bro's face.

Ashido gasped, tugging on [Name]'s wrist and causing her to stumble slightly to the side. "Rude!! Bakugou Katsuki, what gives you the right??"

"What gives me the right?" the ash blond sneered, giving a sharp tug on [Name]'s wrist, and causing her to nearly fall over. "I'm her fucking boyfriend, that's what."

Ashido gasped, letting go of the wrist she had been holding onto in shock, making [Name] stumble toward Bakugou's chest. He caught her with one arm, his expression softening ever so slightly for a fraction of a second, before she stood up and straightened herself up. The female turned to face her boyfriend, giving him a sharp glare as she tapped his chest harshly. "Don't tug me like that ever again, swear to God, I felt my arms tearing off." She gave out a huff before looking around at her friend's reactions.

Kaminari was depressed, his head hanging low as he wallowed over the loss of a fine, single girl. Sero was trying to comfort him, patting his back lightly with a small, sheepish smile on his face. Kirishima had a proud expression on his face, his eyes welling up with tears as his hand was curled in a fist. Ashido was still shocked, and slightly sad that [Name] didn't tell her anything before. The [Hair Color] haired female offered an apologetic expression to her friend, who smiled lightly and mouthed 'Details later!' at her.

"I though you didn't want anyone to know, dumbass," [Name] tutted, sending a glare to the ash-blond, who only groaned, and slapped a hand over her mouth.

"Whatever, we don't have time for this fucking discussion," he grunted out, before releasing her and tugging her wrist again. "That old hag's been bothering me with texts all morning, so we gotta go, right fucking now."

[Name] shrugged, letting herself be pulled out of the room while waving 'bye' to her friends. "We'll talk later, guys!"

The remaining young adults only watched as the couple left, giving a few waves of their own, before turning toward each other with shocked expressions.

"THEY'VE BEEN DATING AND I KNEW NOTHING ABOUT IT!!!" Ashido suddenly wailed, plopping down on the couch in dismay.

"To be fair, no one knew about it," Sero pointed out, coming out of the shadows to lean against the couch. "But I guess that explains why he's been acting so tame lately. [Name] is a force to be reckoned with."

Kaminari let out a long sigh, flopping down on the couch on top of Ashido, who let out a small giggle. He put a hand over his forehead in drama. "Woe is me, now she's taken and I never got to ask her out."

"What a fucking shame," Ashido said, her voice muffled slightly as her face was pressed into the couch cushion.

"I'm so proud of him!!!" Kirishima grinned, pumping his fist into the air. "He's all grown up!!!"

"He's still got a temper, though," Ashido replied, turning her head to look at the redhead. "But it's not as bad as before. Ahhhhh!!! He loves her!!!"

Kaminari let out another sigh, before getting slapped by Ashido again. "Should we tell the others?"

The Bakusquad all turned to look at each other, before breaking out in huge grins, mischief lining their features.

"Fuck yes."

[inbarfink]

Out of all of the early goofier and sillier and less thoughtful Adventure Time episodes, this is the one who strikes me the most as wasted potential. Like, if there’s an Adventure Time S1 episode I really wish could have been made in S5 or later - this is it. 

Later Adventure Time could have taken the premise of modern-day businessmen who have forgotten anything but the concept of work being reawakened into the faux-medieval world of Ooo - and trying to manage Finn and Jake’s adventuring as some sort of capitalist business and done some really neat and clever things with it. Or, even if it totally messed it up, there would be at least some interesting things to discuss about the way it would have messed it up.

But as it exist “Business Time” is one of those S1 episodes which is just a stock action cartoon plot with one-or-two Wacky Twists to shake things up. It’s That Episode where the heroes find or invent something to take care of the hero-ing for them and then the heroes get complacent and lazy until the something goes haywire and thus forces the heroes to get back in action and teaches everyone an important lesson about the importance of hard work and that they shouldn’t take shortcuts in life. With the Wacky Twist being that instead of the something being like... a robot, it’s unfrozen zombie businessmen! How silly!

It’s hard to come up with some Hot Take about how this episode frames businessmen, or businesses or capitalism or something - even as a joke - because it’s just such a silly little Stock Cartoon Plot that didn’t think any more deeply on the subject then “businessmen are workaholics haha!”. And that’s... not the worst thing in the world. As far as this Stock Cartoon Plot goes, it’s told with a lot of charm and the aspect of the businessmen being workaholic shells of their former selves at least adds a level of subtle nuance to the moral which isn’t always present; ‘yeah, working hard is important but don’t let it consume you until you become like these weird businessmen”. On it’s own it’s a perfectly acceptable example of an average Early Adventure Time episode but darn it... Later Adventure Time could have done really great things with this basic premise. Or at least interesting things.

Of course, I’m aware that if “Business Time” actually happened later in the show - there’s no way to know if the show would even be the same by the time they got to it. Although there’s nothing remarkable about the writing of “Business Time” writing, it’s because of that episode that we have Ooo as a post-apocalyptic earth. Which is a fact that effected a lot of the show’s lore and plot and tone. So it’s a meaningful episode in it’s own way.

I do still wonder if they could have done, like, a “Business Time”-throwback episode like “From Bad to Worse” was to “Slumber Party Panic”. You know, the Businessmen are still around floating in Iceberg Lake. There could have been an episode where they got re-thawed and then took a more thoughtful look at them in the way they would interact with Ooo. Honestly, considering how important “Business Time” was to the development of the show - it’s a wonder that they didn’t do that many throwbacks to it. 

[serena-inverse]

Meeting Macaque Part 2

Read Part 1 Here // Read Part 3 Here

Who is that Monkie Kid OC hanging out with Mac? Her name is Dragonfly, and you can see her profile here

Click here for a Masterlist of all the comics/art in this series

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Macaque had fully expected Dragonfly to simply wait for him while he went and ‘retrieved’ the Shadow Lantern’s handle...which truly showed how little he knew her. She’d popped through a portal as soon as he’d settled down on a hill overlooking the only building on the island, and immediately asked how he intended to break in.

"You don’t care that I’m stealing it?” He'd blurted out, more then a little thrown by her sudden appearance and comment.

“From this guy?” She’d laughed, “No way, he’s a total tool. He absolutely deserves to have something snatched out from under him, it might teach him a lesson about bragging about his ‘fool proof’ security to everyone who’ll listen.”

“Wait- you know this guy? And what he does? Why didn’t you say anything?”

“You didn’t ask.” She shrugged with a lazy grin, and Macaque had to forcefully  remind himself that he needed her intact in order to portal him back off the island once he was done.

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Macaque couldn’t quite believe it when Dragonfly volunteered to create a distraction so he could slip past the ridiculous security system. He didn’t understand why she’d want to stick her neck out like that, he’d only paid her to transport him too and from the island after all, but he also wasn’t about to look a gift horse in the mouth. Besides, she seemed supremely confident, and he figured she could always portal herself to safety if she got in over her head. With that in mind he agreed to her proposal, though he did make a shadow clone tail her for good measure.

He really didn’t know what to expect, but when the pre-determined time came, it sounded like absolute CHAOS had been unleashed on the opposite side of the mansion. Earth-shaking roars rattled the windows and the ground trembled as what sounded like a large-scale battle took place. Guards ran past his hiding spot, completely oblivious to him as they hurried to provide support, and Mac soon found the once heavily guarded vault door completely deserted. With more time to spare then he’d expected, he couldn’t resist peeking quickly out the window to see what on earth the kid had done, and nothing in his 5,000 year existence could have prepared him for what he saw.

There was a Kraken, a real, live, very angry and disoriented KRAKEN, flailing around in the courtyard. The portal it must have arrived through was still hovering in mid-air, a torrent of sea water pouring out and flooding the cobblestones, sending new guards that ran in without looking sliding this way and that. The few that had managed to remain standing were covered sticky back ink and were staring helplessly as the Kraken tore down walls and buildings in it’s attempts to get back to the ocean. It was clear that they were all rapidly coming to the conclusion that they were not paid enough to deal with this, as many of them abruptly tossed down their weapons (which would have been about as effective as candyfloss against a Krakens hide) and started walking away.

Mac hadn’t laughed so hard in a over a thousand years, just the sheer ridiculousness of it all was enough to have him in stitches, and in the end one of his own shadow clones had to come and drag him back to the task at hand.

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Unfortunately it turned out that at least one of the guards had more then two brain-cells to rub together, and figured that someone should go back and check on the vault. Luckily Mac had already located the lantern’s handle by then, and he easily overpowered the guards that arrived and headed for the exit with his stolen loot. The enchanted arrows they started firing at him as he made his escape were more of an issue, but then Dragonfly had dropped in out of another portal, sounding rather breathless but smiling widely as she started running alongside him.

“Sorry, had to send Jeffery back home, did I miss anything? Wow these guys look MAD!”

She opened a portal behind them as she spoke, diverting the arrows away, and Mac found another laugh tearing it’s way out of his throat.

“I can’t believe that worked! You’re insane kid!”

“Haha! It works every time- no one actually expects you to release the Kraken on them!” She grinned, jumping from portal and portal as she spoke to keep pace with him.

It was the first time in a long while that Mac found himself leaving a crime scene with a sincere laugh rolling out his throat, rather then the usual vindictive, mocking cackle.

It was a nice change of pace.

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“Wanna go grab some victory Boba?” Dragonfly asked out of nowhere as she pocketed the second half of her payment, which Mac had handed over once she’d safely portaled them back to the rooftop in Beijing they’d started on.

“I’m sorry, what?”

“It was a successful heist, right? So- victory Boba!”

“...That is so not a thing.”

"Well it’s a Dragonfly thing- successful mission equals you going and getting whatever food or drink you’re in the mood for as a treat!”

“And at the moment that’s Boba Tea, huh?” Mac asked, crossing his arms over his chest but not bothering to hide his grin.

“Yup, and I know a really great shop in Korea!” Dragonfly beamed, opening another portal as she spoke and sticking one leg through before pausing and turning back to him.

“Tell you what, I’ll leave this open for 5 minutes, you can come with me if you want, but no hard feelings if you wanna split now the jobs over. In any case, this was super fun, give me a call if you ever need a portal again! Byeeee!”

With that she disappeared into the swirling golden vortex, leaving him alone on the rooftop, his prize carefully stored away in a hidden pocket. Macaque stood there for a moment, mentally weighing up his options. She’d been stunningly versatile with her use of portals today, and having someone with that sort of power on his side would be incredibly useful for his future plans...

The Six-Eared-Macaque smirked, his lips pulling back to reveal far too many teeth, and his eyes flashed a deep violet hue before he swept back his hair and put on his most charming and persuasive facade.

Then he stepped forward, and followed the Dragonfly into the light.

[xenteaart]

Shall We? (Part 2)

Pairing: Five Hargreeves x fem!Reader

Request: Can I request part two for Shall We? Pleeeeaase 🙏!! You can’t just leave it like that.

Word count: 1,7k

Warnings: kind of a fight scene?? and like one swear word idk

Note: Sooo here’s part two of this fic, give it a read if you havent coz otherwise this one is not going to make much sense haha

For the sake of the story, Five disappeared when he was 18 (instead of 13) and got stuck in his 18 year-old-body after coming back accordingly. Also I’ve decided to give the reader and the Handler kind of a Lila x the Handler dynamic

The events are taking place in s1, some details of the canon are obvsly altered.

ALSO THERE’S A LIL EASTER EGG AT THE END MWEHEHE

Hope you enjoy!

Taglist: @stitched-mouth​ @startrekkingaroundasgard​

“You do know you can’t win. I really don’t wanna hurt you, Y/N,” he uttered, raising his hands a little as a way to warn you not to come any closer for your own good.

Even though it was supposed to be a sweet gesture of concern, hearing him confirm that he still thought you were no match for him cut you to your very core.

“Oh, yeah? Well, I’m afraid you might have to. Shall we?” you sneered and threw your leg into the air, hitting Five right under his kneecap and making him collapse on the ground with a surprised gasp.

Five truly had zero intention of hurting you, but your determination to have a fight left him no choice, and even his clear advantage of having loads more experience and superpowers on top did not seem to make you hesitate.

“Come on, don’t be stupid, Y/N,” Five commented as he got back on his feet and took a few steps away from you, still giving you a chance to back off before he had to inflict any pain on your person, but all it achieved was winding you up even more.

The problem was - you two underwent identical training at the Commission as the Handler gave both of you her very best mentor, and right now you were basically mirroring each other’s moves, except Five was also using his spatial jumps to disorient you. He was still going easy on you, mostly just blocking your punches and jumping further away so you had to chase him all over the Academy while he was hoping you would simply exhaust yourself before any real damage would be done. Quite frankly, it was a smart decision on his part and a rather thoughtful one as well because, despite all appearances, he actually cared about you an awful lot.

As the both of you gracefully danced all the way to the second floor, you were already out of breath from the endless running around which meant Five’s plan was beginning to work. However, you realized what he was doing soon enough to indulge him into the feeling of being right and played his little game for a while, waiting for the perfect moment when he’d get distracted, and as the moment came you had to act fast.

You threw yourself forwards and promptly wrapped your arms around Five’s waist, knocking him off his feet and pressing your body against his as you pinned him to the floor. He groaned with annoyance and winced at the pain as his back hit the hard wooden surface. The next few seconds sort of happened in slow-mo for both of you as he roughly pushed you off himself and somehow managed to switch places with you, now looming over your body and warningly putting his knee on your solar plexus, threatening to crush your ribcage if you moved.

A mutual silence fell between you as you were processing the last 30 minutes of your lives, both visibly struggling to believe that each of you somehow ended up fighting the person they would never wish to hurt in their entire life. The sounds of your heavy breathing were filling the room as you were merely staring at each other in utter confusion. The weight of Five’s knee on your diaphragm was beginning to give you trouble breathing, and your breaths became shallow and hoarse which finally snapped him out of his trance.

“Gonna tell me what the hell is up now, Y/N?” he asked in his teacher-y manner that you used to absolutely hate and adore all at once, especially when he used to give you lectures on your occasional fuck-ups - whether it was failing a class because you were too lazy to turn in your assigments in time or something a little more serious, like getting into an argument with the Monocle and consequently making life harder for both of you.

You would always roll your eyes and smirk when he would get into his i-am-disappointed-in-you-but-i-still-love-you character and cross his arms on his chest for dramatic effect.

“You were the one telling me to piss off in the first place, remember,” you narrowed your eyes as you were subtly gasping for air underneath Five’s weight. He pursed his lips and looked away, contemplating whether or not to be completely honest. Evidently, his lack of sincerity got him nowhere the last time around, so he sighed loudly; his shoulders dropping and his expression finally revealing all of the exhaustion and regret that he was concealing quite successfully up until now.

“I only pushed you away to protect you.”

“Sounds like bullshit to me,” you replied, clearly unimpressed and palpably suspicious; two years of being brainwashed by the Handler now taking their toll on your perspective.

“God, don’t be so slow,” Five uttered clearly irritated but then quickly realized his offensive implication and added, “Said with respect.”

You stayed silent, raising your brow as a way of telling him to continue.

“I couldn’t risk you becoming a casualty because being involved in my family’s mess as a non-super is dangerous. As in, you’re going to be a target all the time, and I couldn’t and still can’t afford to waste my time worrying about your safety. As much as I’d love to - it’s simply not the luxury I have. I’ve got to stop the end of the world, otherwise everyone is going to be dead in four days, don’t you get it?” Five asked, a waterfall of emotions pushing at the inner sides of his chest, waiting to be set loose and consume everything on its way.

You were quietly listening to his explanation and taking it all in whilst still trying to fight off the suspicion and disbelief that were nagging at your every cell.

“I wanted to keep you safe because I couldn’t bear to lose you again,” his voice trembled a little as the memories of his post-apocalypse life washed over his mind, “The last 45 years have been a fucking nightmare.”

“I’d find it way more believable if you stopped crushing my ribs for starters,” you muttered through clenched teeth and immediately felt the pressure taken off your chest, precious and very much needed oxygen starting to flow through your system the way it should again.

Five got up and offered his hand to help you on your feet as a gesture to show you that he didn’t see you as an enemy and placed trust in you. You took his hand and steadied yourself awkwardly, still slightly disoriented and light-headed.

“I don’t know what the Handler told you but I do know she’s exceptional at manipulating,” Five added as he looked you right in the eye, “Christ, and you’re so naive, always have been. Most days it’s truly adorable but sometimes, Y/N, it really doesn’t work in your favor,” as the words escaped his lips, his gaze became noticeably softer; his expression blossoming with tenderness towards you.

“Prove it. Prove that you care.”

Five chuckled and shook his head, simultaneously annoyed and amused at your stubbornness. The atmosphere between you was shifting and you couldn’t help but notice the familiar overwhelming feeling of comfort and peace enveloping your person from head to toe. You’ve forgotten what it felt like being around Five, and now you were finally getting to remember. At home.

He slipped his hand into the pocket of his uniform shorts and pulled out a grape-sized plastic figure of a golden retriever.

“You gave me this a few days before I jumped and got stuck in the future. I carried it with me all the way. This silly trinket was the only thing I had left of you, the only thing that reminded me you were still out there waiting for me. Kept me going,” he shrugged casually as if it wasn’t important at all which it absolutely was.

“Five, c’mere! Look what I found!” you called for him as you were sitting on the floor surrounded by all sorts of useless crap. You were in the middle of decluttering your bedroom when a little figure of a dog caught your eye, it was the breed that Five was especially fond of and you knew he secretly dreamed of getting a puppy of his own as soon as he was out of the house.

“What’s that?” he asked, unimpressed.

“It’s a doggie! He wants to be your friend,” you replied, playing with your accent a little, rolling you “r”s and shifting the flow of your words to sound more Scottish or ... Russian. God knows where you were going with it but you tended to butcher your accent for fun quite a lot.

“Y/N, are you twelve?”

“His name is Mr.Pennycrumb and he’s gonna look after you whenever I’m not around,” you said with utmost confidence and gave him a wide smile, putting the trinket into Five’s pocket, clearly very proud of yourself and still committed to your silly accent performance, “Treat him well.”

Five scoffed and shrugged.

“Whatever.”

“So did he?” you asked, staring at the goddamn toy as tears were slowly welling up in your eyes.

“What?”

“Did he do a good job looking after you while I wasn’t around?” your gaze finally met Five’s as the realization in his own eyes was starting to sink in. A pained smile touched the corners of his mouth, and you could see Five genuinely struggle to maintain his tough facade.

“Yeah. He did.”

Without saying a word, you stepped closer and rested your cheek on his shoulder, wrapping your arms around him, this time with no hostility or murderous intention. If you had to be perfectly honest with yourself, you’d admit you could never find it in you to actually hurt Five, let alone killing him. Both of you knew that way too well.

He returned the hug and pulled you closer, burying his nose in your hair and then planting a quick innocent kiss on the top of your head. Feeling the warmth radiating from you was enough to make him relax further into your embrace, his eyes now closed shut and his breathing steady and deep.

It didn’t last for as long as you’d like, though, a big loud bang from downstairs making you both flinch and pull away from each other, breaking your fragile bubble of comfort and calm in an instant.

“Shit, Hazel and Cha-Cha,” Five whispered, concern and worry crawling back onto his features. He briefly looked at you, and you simply nodded, non-verbally confirming that you were willing to help and were no longer part of the Handler’s plan.

The two of you were going to talk all about that later. His years alone, his and your own involvement with the Commission, the end of the world and loads more.

Of course, right in this moment neither of you could possibly know that your friendship was, in fact, a gateway into a lifelong partnership but you were bound to find out eventually. And the journey you two were about to begin as soon as the apocalypse was dealt with and gone was going to be magnificent.

[alfred-horsecock]

Your favorite Incarnation of Christ is being tested for ADHD and it made me think some thoughts

This is going to be long and poorly written for Comedic Effect so TL;DR basically smart kids are pretty much always overlooked in the education system and it's not just "GiFtEd KiD bUrNoUt hAhA" you were literally ignored by the people who were supposed to be there to help you.

I was Very Smart™ as a kid (like major fucking big brain smart). I learned to read at two, I could read at a college level by seven or eight, picked up on stuff fast, good at writing, good grades, a bunch of Smart Guy interests, went through books faster than a midget after three lines of coke blah blah blah, which basically means(I promise this isn't just going to be me flexing my massive intellect on everybody, so bear with me).

I was also absolutely terrible at socializing, had a pretty much non-existent attention span when it came to doing things I didn't want to do, was a MASSIVE procrastinator, was chronically bored, switched between obsessive interests on a pretty much weekly basis, was yelled at for reading in class instead of paying attention, got picked on for being "weird", and didn't have many friends until almost 7th grade. I was tested for autism when I was five because I would cry when people would interact with me in public of this weird speech impediment that I had where I would basically repeat words/sentences under my breath after saying them out loud (cool story: Albert Einstein, WHO WAS ALSO APPARENTLY NEURODIVERGENT, had the same speech impediment as a child), and I was apparently just "very smart and needed some time for my brain to catch up with itself" (whatever the fuck that means???).

In middle school I decided to stop being liked by teachers (and pretty much everyone else) because I thought I was cool and edgy and emo and my parents thought I was cringe as fuck (they were right). Actually long story short I was super depressed and self harming and got sent to a therapist (which was boring and sucked), all of which is a long story for another time.

When I got to highschool I got really loud and extroverted (and actually made friends??? And people thought I was cool weird instead of cringe weird??? Woah??) and I was once again praised for being "smart" and "interesting" by teachers. PLOT TWIST: my grades sucked major ass. It was immediately assumed by every single adult in my life that I either wasn't trying, was lazy, or thought I was too good for school (all of which were wrong and ended up making me think I wasn't smart anymore).

In retrospect, I was actually pushed aside because I didn't need as much supervision as the Dumb Bad Kids™ in elementary school, and I could just be left to read my book and not be a pain in the asses of the teachers who literally went through three years of college to deal with all different types of children, and I never developed good study habits because I didn't need to try at anything, and was never forced to.

This happens to "smart kids" like??? Concerningly often??? To the point where the thought of possibly having a neurological disorder that had been making my life an academic hellscape never even crossed my mind because I thought that ADHD was just fancy teacher slang for "Stupid Kid Who Causes Problems"?? I've been playing life on hard mode without even realizing it???? WHAT?!

Here I sit, at the ripe old age of 16, realizing that if children don't fit into the boxes of SuperGenius Autism Brainpower Piano Dude 3000 or Crazy Loud BassBoosted Noise Machine Dumb Problem Child Turbo HD (Fidget Spinner and FNAF T-Shirt Sold Separately) they are pushed aside because there's nothing "visibly weird" about them and then get called lazy and stupid as teens and adults BY THE SAME FUCKING PEOPLE WHO IGNORED THEM FOR YEARS for not knowing how to properly manage the disorder that they didn't know they had because they never received any sort of guidance or help as kids?!?!?!!?

Long story short, it turns out that it is not Loud Funny Guy Disease, Smart Sexy Weird Dude Disorder, Manicpixiedreamgirlitis, or Because I'm an ENTP and it's actually a neurological disorder :)

[steve0discusses]

Yugioh Ep 36 S4: Seto Joins Dragon Wife in Hell

So I dunno about you guys, but 2020 aged me like a lot in just these 8 months, so I figured it was time to embrace the feeling of being on death’s door and I decided to learn Mahjong. So I could truly embrace the ancients and vibe in their natural habitat.

Anyway, once I learned some Mahjong lore, some parts of Yugioh just open up. Namely--Seto’s dragons. Like a whole lot of stuff about early Seto Kaiba that confused me at the time just makes so much more sense now.

But unfortunately, he dies this episode, and he never pulled out his Blue Eyes White Dragons, and it’s just like...

...but my Mahjong deep cuts...

Like every episode I’m just rubbing my palms together in anticipation that someone will die, but like...I never get to talk about how in Mahjong, there’s only 4 white dragon tiles, but if you have 3, you can steal the fourth white dragon from another player’s discards, and that when you that, other stuff happens...I don’t get to talk about that because Seto’s hella dead.

So lets just get to the death. Dartz decides to make all of our soldier frenemies attack Pharaoh--because that’s all he needs to raise the Leviathan. Like Dartz doesn’t even really need to finish this game. He just needs Yami.

Seto picks up that these friend (and Pegasus) soldiers that Yami refuses to kill are probably going to end the world very quickly so he decides to do something about it. If this were a blog where I talked about cards instead of Mahjong, then I’d dive into the intricacies of what that even was.

But, we’re not, so lets just talk about Pegasus.

(read more under the cut)

This guy harnesses some psychic energy he’s got leftover from S1 and communicates directly to Pharaoh’s mind.

So, hey, what was that about Pegasus not having powers anymore? Like? He’s still doing this? He’s still psychic and he very clearly can still make blank cards so like...I guess you can take out the eyeball and make him nicer, but you can’t take out some of the effed up magic side-effects. (like there was a comment I didn’t respond to (which, sorry about that, been a little nuts over here in California), but apparently there was a movie in between seasons where Pegasus saved their lives--so he’s legit good now...there was a DLC where character arcs happened.)

Which kind makes you wonder about Marik, but we’ll probably never see him again so o well, save it for the fanfiction.

PS Yami is totally fixating on that eye we can’t see, right? Like...it never outright tells us, but does this spiritual Orichalcos manifestation of Pegasus still have the golden eye? A human eye? Or no eye at all? Just skin?

Not like it matters because Seto does some sort of card shenanigans that undo the whole friends that are soldiers thing like it never happened.

MMMMM I don’t like these weird legs on Yugi. Don’t like the thighs it gave to Joey. No! I’m seeing like this skin-tight silhouette of half an ass right now and I really don’t like it.

Along with other card things I won’t go into that consumed most of this episode, Seto finally got hit by a...well, I mean you can clearly see it in the next cap.

So, in Mahjong, there are 3 types of dragons: a white dragon, a red dragon, and a green dragon. I used to think it was really lazy that we’re just calling monsters straight up “white dragon” or “red dragon” in this show, but now it makes more sense because this whole time it was probably baby’s first Mahjong reference but I’m too Western to know that.

Anyway, the white dragon is funny looking because it’s a white tile--just a completely blank white tile. I thought it was a wild card at first but nah--it’s a white dragon in a snowfield--which is a very funny Dad joke from 200 years ago we’re still doing today. But, often, instead of a Dad joke, they’ll just make the white dragon tile a drawing of a blank card, like this:

Kind of funny that the guy who’s shtick is white dragons, ended up with his soul in a blank card. Was that a mahjong reference? Probably not, but I noticed it.

And mahjong aside, the show paid it’s respects to Seto dying and so he took his sweet time passing on. It’s still not that much respect. We aren’t gonna get that amazing Joey death sequence from S3 that took like half an episode of scene-shredding for our mains to recover from, but like...Seto was very determined to keep going, despite not having a soul.

He even finished his turn of cards, as if to just spite Joey Wheeler for that one time Joey hella died before killing Marik.

Shippers rejoice, it’s a Yami and Seto Kaiba death sequence. If you squint really hard, it might even be an embrace. I mean they both have very sharp duel disks on, and if Yugi’s closes for whatever reason, it’ll snap Seto’s head clear off, but what other “hugs” do we really get on this show?

And as for Mokuba, he was quite tragic this episode. I mean it’s Yugioh, so it’s not like you’re gonna cry or anything, but Mokuba just doesn’t really have anything else going for him without his brother so it is legit like...man Mokuba gets a lot of crap thrown his way and even when he’s happy, he still has to live with Seto so just...Mokuba...

Again we get this bubble effect of other people trying to enter the Orichalcos which happens just a Hell of a lot this season. Like Dartz probably has never had a single person WANT to go in the green zone in 10,000 years and then these bizarre children happened and they just want to bounce off that thing like a jello pudding.

I think it took over 5 minutes for Seto to die, and he was very, very, VERY angry the entire time. Just fueled by literally nothing but rage. Could probably go a couple more episodes if he had taken a nap in the KaibaCopter, but alas, even Seto Kaiba eventually runs out of fumes.

Anyway, another Mahjong fun fact. The dragon tiles are considered an “honor tile” and how many times have we heard Seto--who is such a scumball--go off about his honor? It can be hard to use honors tiles because their rate of success is lower, so when Seto’s like “I have to live up to my dragon’s honor or I can’t keep these in my deck” could he be like...making a Mahjong pun as well as a literal reference to whatever he defines as honor?

...Again, just a Mahjong reference I noticed, but probably not what they intended at all. Which is Good Enough for this blog.

After he tragically passed on, and Yami delicately put his body on the ground, -- Dartz decided to make this moment very funny for me, instead.

Bless.

Not as good as Yami the both times his body was chucked casually across the screen this season--but a very good toss, nonetheless.

I have made so MANY clips of this season!

Tristan and Tea kinda just stood there this entire episode while this was all going down and like...I know they can’t really do anything else at this point but like...can someone give Mokuba a hug???

I can’t believe Valon was the only guy in this entire show about friendship who knew how to hug people. He was in prison since he was 9, and then was raised by freakin Dartz, why is he the only hugger?

PS, apparently Seto’s yummy soul was enough to make the Leviathan open a single eye-ball in curiosity.

Mokuba out there flinging so many insults that he got everyone else banned from watching devil cards. It’s like sports competitions in Middle school with that one kid who won’t stop cussing. That one kid who is the reason everyone else has to sit through a boring ass assembly about sportsmanship? That’s Mokuba.

Now that everyone is ‘passed out’, we can get to the juicy stuff only the olds talk about--which sounds a lot like I’m about to do another segway into talking about Mahjong again, but I’m actually all out of the Mahjong juice. Again, I’m ass at Mahjong.

(and like...the peanut gallery died in the original version, right? I know to never trust a “they’re just sleeping” line in Yugioh.)

Dartz telling me he dragged that ass length blue hair across Egypt?

Man.

I would say that it must’ve really thrown people, but then again, their Pharaoh looked like...that.

So Dartz ended up wandering the earth for 5000 years, cursed to live immortally, unable to revive the great Leviathan, wallowing in his failure. Sentenced to suffer the entire existence of humanity that he never wanted to see survive anyway, unable to die himself.

That’s an interesting plotline that I wish I saw more of. I really like the idea of a supervillian who is already past his prime, who’s already burnt out, who’s so far removed from what happened that he’s fully accepted his demise and is just wandering around out of habit. But, most importantly--that changes my math. That’s like...5000 years he wasn’t slurping no souls because he was too damn depressed. So I’ll append the Deathcount. One second.

OK so we can just subtract 7.3 million from what we had, leaving us with: 7,805,844,047. Barely even made a dent but...eh...when you got the current population of the Earth in there it’s really hard to make a dent in that thing.

PS I still have that google doc where I keep track of the deaths, we have 55 lines of entries, haha.

Yugioh is interesting because you do have some racial stuff going on here where Yami is SO OLD that he doesn’t remember not only his own name--he doesn’t remember what he looks like. He’s even seen it a few times in hallucinations but like...Yami legit doesn’t know what it is to be an ancient Egyptian anymore. It’s been a hot minute, and he still sees himself as a pale skinned Yugi clone when he spiritually manifests in the show. Because the modern day, set in Japan, through Yugi’s eyes--that’s all he knows about life.

Dartz was so impressed by Pharaoh’s magic powers that he knew--he just KNEW that this Pharaoh with the worst hair would be the yummy soul for the Leviathan tummy. But unfortunately...

This is a show that has had so MANY overlapping apocalypses that I did have to sit back and kind of count off on my fingers which crazy person this would be about.

Honestly? Either Seto or Bakura...guessing Bakura because we haven’t finished his storyline yet and I know that he’s the big bad of S5. But man...Dartz was just like “oh...no thanks to that guy. I’ll just take a nap for 5000 years, BIG no thanks.” and it does make you wonder...

...oh...so that’s why you didn’t bother Bakura in this timeline.

It also helps make Bakura even more of a threat. Again, Bakura is great because he’s just constantly leaving nuggets of what a threat he is and then just...disappears for seasons on end. The Bakura we’ve made in our head is probably way more awful than what he may end up being.

But for now, it’s fun to just fill in the gaps instead.

anyway that was it for this episode, I’m off to pretend it’s Thanksgiving week and will look forward to drowning my anxiety in a 16 lb turkey shared between four people.

Anyway, I brought up the cat that falls asleep on metal rods so I have to do this:

And for those that are new, this is a link to read these in chrono order: https://steve0discusses.tumblr.com/tagged/yugioh/chrono

[thefourthgrde]

We rewatched The Addams Family (2019) last night. I do not like this movie, and I’m gonna tell you why: This movie absolutely destroyed everything that made them function like The Addams Family.

The 1960s show, for example, was LITERALLY ABOUT them seeing new people and accepting them for what they are. That doesn’t just go for the characters outside of the family; it goes for the ones in it, too. In the unicorn hair clip scene in 2019, Morticia’s reaction was absolutely awful. Her being backhanded about something Wednesday showed interest in was so unbelievably out of character, I don’t even know where to begin. Any other version of Morticia would probably have told Wednesday that the unicorn was very grim, that the clip was horrendous and that she looked lovely.

When Wednesday came home in Parker’s clothes, Morticia literally PULLED HER OUT OF SCHOOL and PUNISHED her for trying something new. That’s so un-Addams-y. Wednesday was so upset by her mother’s reaction that she literally RAN AWAY. What happened to all the beautiful communication from the other adaptations? In Addams Family Values, when Morticia and Gomez were under the impression that Wednesday and Pugsley wanted to go to summer camp, they were more disappointed that the kids were supposedly afraid to tell them rather than that they wanted to go at all. Clearly that implies that these kids DO talk to their parents, and their parents have created a comfortable environment for that to happen. In the 1960s sitcom, there was an episode in season 1 where Pugsley was showing interest in the Boy Scouts. Morticia and Gomez were a little off-put by this, but they didn’t shame him for it. When they went to a psychologist for advice, they were told to indulge in Pugsley’s interest, and DID. We know the writers paid attention to previous adaptations, because little things like the clipped roses, Lurch’s “youuuuu raaaaang?” the gong bell, and even Kitty Cat were present. They got little atmospheric details, but they missed the mark of what made them function the way they do.

I don’t actually take much issue with the Saber Mazurka plot. Though bland, Gomez admitted his mistake, learned from it, and let Pugsley show off his Mazurka his way. I take a much bigger issue with Wednesday and Morticia’s plot; both were out of character. Wednesday would not have gone for cutesy pink things. In past adaptations, she was shown to be quite the opposite and really turned off of them. Though I’m glad Wednesday tried new things, I’m disappointed they brought her out of character to do it.

Morticia was suffocating Wednesday. In the end, when Wednesday came back, Morticia didn’t apologize, admit to her mistakes, or try to make things right. She simply told Wednesday she was glad she was home. That isn’t an apology, nor did it demonstrate any growth. She was only pleased when Wednesday’s friend went goth and began to fit her idea of “acceptable,” thus showing that Morticia truly did not develop at all throughout this movie. Parker molding to Morticia’s views is what damaged Morticia’s development so much. Parker was harmful to the plot in that way.

This movie was cast for name recognition, not talent. Though I can applaud Snoop Dog in his role as Cousin Itt, he’s the only one I have anything positive to say about. Finn Wolfhard, as much as I love him and his work, should not have been cast in this movie. He sounded too old to voice such a young character, so when Pugsley spoke, he sounded more like Finn Wolfhard doing a voiceover than Pugsley Addams, if that makes sense. It made it hard to immerse myself in Pugsley’s character, which disappointed me. Finn Wolfhard does have some voice acting talent, like in his role as Player in Carmen Sandiego, but that does not make him the right choice for Pugsley Addams, either. Though Nick Kroll had a goofy voice, something about it didn’t feel quite.... “Fester-y.” I’ve liked his voice work in the past, but in my opinion, he wasn’t who I would have picked. All the other characters voices were.... plain. None of them particularly stuck out to me other than Snoop Dog.

The art style is horrendous. Especially for the people of Assimilation, they look particularly disproportionate, like how Parker’s eyes are set so low on her face. Parker is the ugliest character in this movie. Gomez was unappealing, and though it mirrored the comic style well, it wasn’t something I enjoyed watching, which is disappointing, since Gomez has always been portrayed as an attractive man. They tried to replicate things like his 1960s smirk, but couldn’t pull it off because of the facial proportions. The only characters the style was somewhat acceptable on in CGI was Wednesday and Morticia. Not a fan of the style.

They effectively dehumanized the Addams’s by portraying them more as monsters, like when Morticia made a bridge out of bugs, or were ran out of town with torches. It felt very Hotel Transylvania-ish, and I wasn’t a fan, because the Addams’s have never been any sort of monsters. They’ve always just been normal people with an abnormal lifestyle and habits. They want to be treated as people, and weren’t. They were meant to be a parody of “the perfect family,” in previous adaptations, so dehumanizing them like this distances them from the “perfect family,” trope. If this movie had been about the Munsters, I wouldn’t have nearly the issues I do with it, because then it would make sense that they’d be treated like monsters. This movie was not suited for The Addams Family.

Margaux getting together with Fester was not redemption, it was lazy. You can’t attach a villain to a hero and expect us to change our minds on them. Margaux SHOULD have gone around and uninstalled the cameras and actually APOLOGIZED for her wrongdoings. Romance is not redemption. These writers clearly didn’t understand that, though.

The movie was very “how do you do, fellow kids.” It was things like Parker having a borderline PANIC ATTACK because she “hadn’t posted a picture of her lunch in almost three days,” the townspeople chasing the Addams’s with torches ON THEIR PHONE SCREENS, and the LAZY resolution of Parker live-streaming Margaux’s plans to three million people (what kind of follower count does this girl have??). A lot of the jokes came down to “haha technology bad,” and it fell flat every time. Parker was supposed to be the average teenager. Clearly this movie was written by boomers.

Though the movie was a semi-entertaining watch, I didn’t find it enjoyable since they effectively erased what made the Addams Family..... the Addams Family. I like little details, like Wednesday’s noose braids, or Lurch spraying dust around the house, because they added things atmospherically and aesthetically, but a powerful aesthetic does not equal a good plot. These characters have existed for nearly a century. They had so much to work with, but the plot came out lackluster and underwhelming. All I can do is hope they do better next time.

[quietborderline]

BH&R turned 4 yesterday and I forgot to celebrate that fact! (Okay... don't tell anyone, but this was actually supposed to post yesterday for Trivia Tuesday but I am a dumb and didn't schedule it properly.)

So happy birthday to the one fic that I think will always hold the most special place in my heart. And thank you to everyone who's ever read it. Scott means everything to me, and the fact that so many people also seem to love him fills my heart with such joy. I love you all. <3

And now, for anyone who is curious, I am going to ramble a whole lot about the inspiration behind the fic, how it became the sprawling series it is today, my writing, and, to start with, why I picked Vega! LOL.

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There are a lot of reasons.

The initial reason IS shallow as fuck, are you ready? It's because Steven Brewis used to post nothing but gym selfies and Vega is a gym rat. BOOM. There's your big mystery. 😂

That probably is the first reason Vega came to mind, I won't lie. But it's also because I love Vega. I would fucking die for Vega, okay? He is easily one of if not my very favorite character in the franchise. And he doesn't get nearly enough love, IMHO.

So yeah. Those two reasons, that's why I first thought of him.

Also, just a random aside, but I prefer Paragon Lost Vega over ME3 Vega, generally. And some of the discrepancies in canon there piss me off. Which is one of the things I'm aiming to "fix" with my series.

But his story is so real. The most real, IMO.

I could go on forever.

Like, literally I. Would. Die. For. Vega.

Anyway, but then... the more I thought about it all, the further I got with plotting things out, the more Vega made so much sense. So many details fit into place and then... how could I NOT pick Vega? It just fits so perfectly??

There were 3 major reasons I started writing BH&R.

Inspiration #1, and the main reason I started writing, as I believe I've spoken about many times now, was because of the Ryder Family Secrets plotline. O.M.F.G. I simply cannot. And... it's all just fine? There's no option to even be upset or anything... what?!

Holy shit it makes my head explode.

ANYWAY. Scott and I both lost our minds about that. But he, like, EXTRA lost his mind and so I was like "My dude, what's up?" And he gave me this whole backstory about an ex-boyfriend blah blah blah.

It didn't HAVE to be Vega.

Or anyone from the OT, right?

It could have been any random, unnamed person. Except this is where Inspiration #2 comes in, and that is how LAZY they were about connecting the games.

That's a personal pet peeve. I know the majority of people on both sides of the fandom are perfectly happy to pretend these two worlds exist as entirely separate entities.

But that hurts my heart.

And so, I'm on a mission to fix it. At least for myself. That's why the summary of my fic has always said "filling the Andromeda shaped hole in my heart." It's not because I hate the game. Quite the opposite, I LOVE the game.

Clearly more than BioWare themselves.

And that pisses me the fuck off LOL.

Because it IS the same world.

And I want it to actually feel like that.

But I also didn't want either cast of characters to overshadow the other. So, I linked them in a roundabout sort of way by giving Scott and Vega that history. There's a few smaller connections, but that's for sure the biggest one. And it will come back around...

But it keeps the original Shepard storyline and the original Ryder storyline intact, and yet it changes so much about everything. <3

That's where I really get off as a fic writer haha.

Someone mentioned it in a comment once but that whole idea of "change one thing," and yes, that's one of my favorite tropes or whatever you want to call it, I guess.

So that's how it has slowly morphed into this absolutely massive, completely insane undertaking that is basically going to span practically all of the current Mass Effect canon and then some. And my goal is to actually have it all be intertwined in a way that makes sense and that is meaningful. Like this is all actually connected, because it IS.

And we should FEEL THAT, dammit.

And then, Inspiration #3. The Reyes romance and Kadara plotlines.

We're back to wanting my head to explode LOL.

A few of the choices there I wasn't pleased with, let's say, but the MOST infuriating thing is how dare you, BioWare, HOW DARE YOU, lock us into a romance like... halfway through the game AND THEN HAVE NO CONTENT AT ALL. NONE.

Not even a CONVERSATION.

WHAT THE HELL IS THAT?!

FUCK YOU, BIOWARE.

But then, here's the thing. Another of my absolute favorite things about writing fanfic is working WITHIN canon. How can I take canon, and maybe make a few small changes, but mostly take what I've been given and bend it to my will to make something else. That's why I love fusion fic so much, taking ideas from two different canons and melding them together god that's just like *chefs kiss*

So, okay. If BioWare is going to tell me that for half the game Scott and Reyes basically don't speak to each other? Fine. But I'm going to make a REASON.

All the things I don't like about canon I'm not necessarily going to change, but I am going to give my own reason for the why.

Why does it go down like that? Why does X character act like that?

And then obviously, some things I'm going to change. 😇

But mostly I try to change the how or the why, rather than the what.

There are two things about my MDV series that may be confusing:

1. It's a long game. And there are things that are purposely glossed over or left very vague. That is intentional for several reasons. One to do with plot, I don't ALWAYS want to rehash the same things that are dealt with in detail in another part of the series. But it's also because I know there are certain parts of it that some people might not like, some pairings that people might not want to read about, etc. etc. and I'm trying to do my best to break it all up in a way that everyone can read the parts they will enjoy without having to endure anything else.

2. In large part because of this, but also just because it's sort of my style of writing in general, I'm not going to hold your hand. I'm not going to walk you through it. And sometimes, the story doesn't stop and let you smell the roses for long, if at all. I'm the type of writer where you just sort of have to strap in and go with it. Or don't! That's also totally valid. But my writing itself is not going to explain everything, and if you have ANY questions at all please ask me! Don't just assume something.

I don't like to over explain things here (which is why I don't do posts like this normally) or even in the notes of my fics, etc. But I will happily and enthusiastically talk for an eternity and tell anyone who really does want to know about certain details or why I did a thing or what's coming next or anything they are curious about.

So anyone feel free to just barge into my ask box, here or on my sideblog @manifestdestinyverse, at any time for any reason. <3

[catherine-parr-1512]

Dramatic Twist Chapter 2

For the whole of Saturday, Cathy was anxious. She couldn't wait to go to Anne's house and practice the scene together but at the same time, the possibility of the two of them kissing at the end made her scared. As far as Cathy knew, Anne was straight, always having a boyfriend with her - the whole school knew. And yet, a very optimistic part of her wanted Anne all for herself.

All those thoughts led her to Anne's house at 5.50 - 10 minutes before she was supposed to be there but she was too excited to stay in her house for 5 more minutes. She told her mother in the morning that she would be going to her friend's house (even if they weren't really friends) and her mother didn't even ask for their name, assuming that it was either Catalina or Jane as Cathy wasn't really friends with someone else.

Cathy knocked on the door and waited impatiently, nervously clutching her bag closer to her and stomping her left foot in place, hoping to relieve some tension and nerves. After what must have been 20 seconds but for Cathy felt like hours, the door opened revealing Anne Boleyn. Smiling Anne Boleyn. Smiling Anne Boleyn who looked hot, as always. Her red lipstick on point even though she was not going anywhere, her black hair was laid in gentle waves on her shoulders, white and green t-shirt hugging her closely and black leggings which showed the shape of her legs quite well if you ask Cathy.

 Thankfully, Boleyn ushered her into the house and Cathy was grateful for it because she was unable to speak at the moment. They sat in the living room and immediately started rehearsing the scene. They quickly went through the stuff they did yesterday and slowly approached the part where two of them would kiss. Cathy became more nervous than before so she was startled by Anne when she banged her head loudly on the table.

"UGH! Why do we have to have such a creep for a teacher? Really? Watching two barely legal teenagers kiss in the class." Anne moaned loudly

"I know. It's not like you would…" Stopped Cathy not wanting to presume anything even though she suspected the answer.

"You think I wouldn't like kissing a girl? There is no problem with that." Started Anne and then blushed. She blushed and Cathy was shocked. Anne Boleyn never blushed nor was nervous. "I'm… I'm bisexual so I have no problem with it. I'm fine whether it's a nice boy or a cute girl. It's not like I have much experience with girls… Not even one." Cathy was shocked. It turns out that Anne is not as straight as she thought and Cathy had a chance with her.

"You know, even though I'm lesbian, I have only been with one girl, last summer to be exact. So I'm not really an expert either haha." Cathy chuckled softly at the end, trying to make the situation calmer. Her words got the desired effect as Anne's face returned slowly to her normal shade and she smiled at Cathy. A beautiful smile that made Cathy's heart flutter a little.

“I guess we’re both noobs then.” Joked Anne and Cathy just had to laugh at it. Soon, Anne joined her and they both ended up on the floor, crying and laughing at nothing really for a few minutes straight.

When they stopped, Cathay looked towards Anne, catching her gaze. Anne’s green eyes were shining and they looked very different from what Cathy was used to. Usually, Anne’s eyes were dullish green, shining from time to time and yet, lacking something in them. If she would look more into them, she could get lost in them and she knew there would be no coming back from that, she was slowly falling for Anne Boleyn, her attraction towards the green-eyed girl growing stronger in just 2 evenings they have spent together. People say that love comes from the eyes and even though she might not love Anne yet, she knew why she would love her, her eyes showing the things that sometimes you might miss. Things nobody notices, the emotions that are always changing and those emerald green eyes, the most beautiful thing Cathy has ever seen, belonging to the most beautiful person in the world. Anne smiled softly, locking eyes with Cathy. She then got up and extended her hand towards the brown-eyed girl, helping her to get up. When Cathy touched her hand, she felt as if electricity ran through her and she immediately became addicted, not wanting to let go off Anne’s warm hand.

“I think we have to work on the scene.” Whispered softly Anne, looking at Cathy and waiting for her answer.

“Yes, we should.” She replied simply.

The two started from the beginning, the scene moving as smoothly as possible, their chemistry giving them a great advantage. Finally, the time for the kiss has come. Cathy felt her hands starting to sweat a little, her heart beating faster and faster as they approached the long-awaited moment. When it was time, she looked towards Anne, locking eyes with her yet again. Cathy noticed that Anne’s eye pupils were bigger than before and she hoped it was because of some sort of desire. Neither said anything for a minute, enjoying looking at each other as if they were the only two people on the planet.

“May I kiss you, Cathy?” Whispered Anne breaking the silence between the two. Cathy, instead of replying with words, replied with actions.

The curly-haired girl moved forward and immediately locked her mouth with Anne. She tasted divine from the first second. They started kissing, neither backing down and it was clear from the start that it was no longer a kiss from their scene. Their kiss was full of passion, their mouths being two pieces of the puzzle that just clicked so right. Cathy moved her hands across Anne’s body, not stopping at a single place for long. Her hands moved from the neck, back, Anne’s hair, her lower back and then repeating the motion again. Anne was doing the same with her. Cathy felt as she was growing warmer and warmer with each second spent but she didn’t care, becoming simply addicted to the kiss. They pulled away for a moment to catch their breaths, Anne and Cathy panting heavily. They were still in a close embrace and their faces just inches away. Anne grinned and started kissing Cathy again, this time her hands going lower, making Cathy more aroused. The curly-haired girl decided to not stay behind and put her hands under Anne’s t-shirt, touching her skin and feeling it tense under her touch. If she wasn’t occupied with a kiss, she would surely grin like a cat. They were exploring their bodies and suddenly, Cathy ended up on a couch being straddled by Anne, the kissing intensifying between the two. Cathy loved Anne’s taste and couldn’t wait to taste more… The green-eyed girl decided to move her attention from Cathy’s lips and move towards her neck, sucking slowly, making Cathy moan in pleasure. Anne stayed like that for a few minutes, making sure to leave a mark and then moved lower towards Cathy’s collarbone. From there, she went as far down as she could before Cathy’s blue t-shirt became her obstacle, kissing Cathy along the way. The curly-haired girl was playing with Anne’s hair, whispering to her how she loves what she’s doing with her which only seemed to encourage Anne. Suddenly the green-eyed girl pulled away and looked deeply into Cathy’s eyes which made Cathy confused why she stopped. Suddenly, she grinned, her eyes sparkling mischievously.

“Do you want to take this upstairs?” She asked quietly, still looking straight at Cathy who just blinked and then kissed her on the lips, biting her lower lip.

“I thought you would never ask.” She replied jokingly before kissing Anne harder than before. The two then started making their way to Anne’s bedroom, green eyes girl leading the way while they were still kissing and losing various pieces of clothing along the way…

Cathy woke up to something warm lying next to her. ‘Or someone’ she thought to herself with a smile as she remembered last night and being grateful for texting her mother when she had a chance, asking if she can stay the night at her friend’s house, her mother agreeing without question.

Cathy opened her eyes and saw Anne lying next to her, covered in quite a few love marks on her where Cathy could see her and she knew there were more underneath the covers. She smiled and moved towards the taller girl who was still sleeping and gently kissed her on a cheek and snuggled into her, placing her head on Anne’s shoulder. The sudden movement has woken up green-eyed girl as she started murmuring something to herself and Cathy smiled as she saw her slowly coming to life - her wavy hair being a beautiful mess, her lipstick a little bit smudged from all the kisses and when she opened her eyes, her beautiful green eyes were shining with energy from the moment she woke up. The whole sight made Cathy’s heart warm, longing to see this sight more often.

“Ah good morning you beautiful nerd.” Joked Anne, pulling Cathy closer towards her and kissing her head softly, a totally different kiss than the ones they shared yesterday but the brown-eyed girl loved it nonetheless. Maybe she was just addicted to Anne’s kisses? If yes, she would gladly stay addicted to them.

“Good morning to you too.” Said Cathy between lazy kisses she placed on Anne’s lips, both humming with content.

“So… I don’t want to bring down the mood but it seems like you don’t regret yesterday, right?” Asked a green-eyed girl, strangely unsure of herself. Cathy thought back to last night (especially the pain in her legs), their previous study sessions and everything she knew about Anne and she made up her mind.  

“I could never regret it… It was… well, different than everything I have ever experienced and I loved every minute of it. But I also loved our study sessions in the last two days. They showed me that…” Started Cathy but Anne decided to finish it.

“That there is some connection between us.”

“Exactly what I wanted to say.” Mused Cathy with a smile, still being pressed against the taller girl who stroked her head and played with her curls.

“I really don’t want it to be the only time we did it too… I think we could work out our differences and maybe this could become something more?” Cathy could hear the hope clearly in Anne’s voice and she knew that she didn’t want to break the girl’s heart in any way possible.

“That’s a great idea, I would be honoured, Anne Boleyn.” Said Cathy and kissed Anne slowly on her lips, taking a sweet moment to show her that she meant it. They started kissing more passionately for a while, their skin touching in many places, the atmosphere in the room getting heavier with each second. Anne, just like last night, pulled away first.

“Thank you, Catherine Parr.” Her eyes were smiling as she said those words. “Call me Cathy Parr. Just like all people close to me.” Cathy replied with a gentle smile, kissing Anne a little bit more.

Next Friday the drama class came where they had to perform their scene. They also had to sit with their partners so Catalina and Jane sat together at the front of the class, Howard and Cleves sat in the middle while Boleyn and Cathy sat at the back.

Catalina hasn’t seen her friend in almost a week, the girl saying that she needs to study for drama. Catalina feared the worst - that Boleyn somehow messed up and now her dear friend had to study more to somehow get an even better grade in drama.

She and Jane already went and did their scene, same with the rest of the class, leaving only Cathy and Boleyn. When Mr Cromwell read out their names, the two stood up without a complaint, surprising the whole class and especially Catalina who furrowed her brows in confusion.

Then they started their scene and Catalina was shocked, the whole thing went as if they rehearsed it hundreds of times. Each of their movements calculated and just in time when they were supposed to do it, each word said with emotion behind it. The two of them approached each other as if they were to kiss but they simply stared at themselves and then suddenly bowing to the rest of the class, earning applause from everyone except for Mr Cromwell who looked like he ate a lemon, a grimace shown on his face while he said that they got A for their scene. The two girls high-fived each other (shocking almost everyone) and then giggling together as they moved back to their seats (Catalina thought that Jane got a heart attack). Catalina needed answers, as soon as possible.

In the next few weeks, the relationship between Cathy and Anne (or Annie as Cathy decided to call her) bloomed beautifully. They still had some disagreements but they worked really hard to solve them, the two supporting each other. Cathy met Anne’s parents - Thomas and Elizabeth Boleyn, while Anne met her mother Maud Green-Parr who raised her after the death of her father, also named Thomas when she was younger. They introduced their friends to each other, hoping for the best and they soon became a group of six girls, each different and yet the same in some ways, becoming closer with themselves with each passing day. After a month of meeting up, Anne asked Cathy if she wanted to become her girlfriend and the curly-haired could only say yes and kiss her in reply, thanking fate for bringing this chaotic gremlin to her life, becoming a very important part of her life and she wouldn’t change anything about Anne.

[undercoverautistic]

Sensory-friendly purchases

I’m gonna start sharing worthwhile purchases that help with my sensory issues, in the hopes that they help someone else. This isn’t sponsored by the way, I don’t have the following for that - I just want to help people be comfy! Here we go:

Apple AirPods Pro: These are the noise-cancelling ones. It’s not complete noise cancellation but they do a decent enough job if I need to block out environmental sounds. I was worried about the environmental impact they leave behind but I learned that you can recycle them if you send them back to Apple after they die. Really, any noise-cancelling earbuds work, though- I hear Sony also makes a decent pair. they look normal enough and no one will be able to tell the difference. 

Mack’s Ultra Soft Foam Earplugs: I have a big container of the beige ones (32db noise reduction). These are the most comfortable ones I’ve ever tried and the most effective. I try to keep a pair with me at all times, just in case. 

Any sort of bralette: I usually don’t wear bralettes. I have big boobs (I wear a 30DDD) and they bounce around too much in everyday life, so I need my bras to have an underwire. I usually wear basic t-shirt bras (I like Wacoal’s bras). However, I ordered a few to stay comfy for when I’m lounging around while in quarantine and it was a totally worthwhile purchase, since I’m never comfortable being braless. The ones I like are from Lively, they have a clasp in the back but no underwire so they’re nice for lazy days. I just ordered a few more from different companies though, so I’ll share the brand names if I like them!

Allbirds Shoes: they’re like walking on clouds- so comfy and soft. I have a pair of the wool runners and I can wear them all day. I have a ton of sneakers since my job requires me to be physically active but I reach for these all the time. I also have your classic brands- Vans, Converse, etc. that I wear with a squishy insole. 

Socks: I hate when ankle/low socks slip into my shoes. It’s such a distraction. I really like Uniqlo’s ankle socks because the elastic is tight enough that they stay up on my foot. MiniSo (SoCal-based IKEA kind of store that sells knickknacks and little things) has decent packs of men’s socks as well that I’ve bought in the past. For no-show socks, I like the ones that have a silicone grip on the inside heel because they don’t slide down. I have a few from the brand Smartwool (I’m trying to buy from USA-based brands more even though Smartwool’s expensive as hell) and they stay up on my feet all day.

Sunglasses: I bought a generic pair from Amazon years ago (I try not to shop on Amazon for a number of reasons) and they’re holding up still. The ones I like aren’t too heavy and the nose grip isn’t a separate metal piece from the rest of the sunglasses- it’s built into the design of the plastic frame, if that makes sense. I like these because if I put my sunglasses on top of my head they won’t pull on my hair. 

Backpacks: I have a Fjallraven Kanken like everyone and their mom, but I like it because I was able to purchase shoulder pads for the straps so it’s extra comfy. I also like the foam padding in the back- it helps protect my laptop! 

Weighted blanket: because duh, they’re amazing. I’m glad they became a trend a few years ago because it’s so easy to find them! I got mine from Amazon before I started boycotting them, and got a few duvet covers from the same brand to wash and swap out. 

Hair ties: I have a few of those plastic hair ties that look like old-school telephone cords. I like those a lot because they don’t really pull on my hair. I mean ANY hair tie’s gonna hurt if you wear a high ponytail, but then again I have a sensitive-ass scalp haha. I like these a lot. But honestly, I just try to make sure my hair doesn’t get too long because it can get heavy really fast. 

Clothes: Haven’t been shopping much lately! I think clothing is a personal preference honestly. I have some of Uniqlo’s Rayon loungewear pants that are pretty comfy but I’ll buy clothing from anywhere. 

Bedding/Home stuff: I have one of those squishy memory foam mattress toppers- BEST PURCHASE EVER. A bunch of my favorite pillows seem to be memory foam as well. Only downside is memory foam can get hot in the summer. 

I’ll try to think of other stuff! What products help with your sensory issues? 

[lynneshobbydomain]

Vengeance Chapter 8

(Thank you all so much for the reblogs and the likes, you guys keep inspiring me to create this story. It’s a very intense and taxing story, and I still admire those who can write thrillers and mysteries. If you have any comments or suggestions, I’m always thrilled to listen.

Thank you @sinfulwonders for betaing me. You always manage to reign me in and point out when I get to excited and go down a plot hole I can’t get out of!)

Rated: Mature (Themes of kidnapping)

Summary: Amateur Detective Shuichi Saihara knew that searching for the “Usual 16” wasn’t going to get him anywhere. The disappearances weren’t being tracked in any news outlet, and very few families even tried to come forward to ask for help, let alone to report them missing. Yet, Shuichi can’t shake off the feeling that there’s a reason behind the disappearances, and he’s close to the answer.He just didn’t realize that the answer was going to hit close to home, in more ways than one.

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You can read this under the cut or at A03

[Seeker: Shinigami-san, I have a question I’d like to ask you, if it’s at all possible. ]

[Shinigami: I can attempt to answer. ]

[Seeker: Is it common for them to forget their names in the game? ]

Shuichi held his breath as he watched the chat log fly through different people’s opinions. He had managed to get into a DM with Shinigami, and somehow Loki managed to invite himself into the chat as well. He supposed that while he had been watching the recorded episode, something must have changed between the two users. He wasn’t about to press and pry however, he had bigger fish to fry.

[Loki: Yeah I was wondering that myself the other day. I thought it was common, so I didn’t ask. Haha. ]

Shinigami did call out Loki as a person who was new, but Shuichi wasn’t too certain about that. Maybe not new in the sense that he just got into the game, but maybe new in the sense that he had been in and out and was just recently back in? It was hard to tell. Some of these users had been around for years. Some of them griped about how different the chat log was, and how the rules were stupid about not complaining. Of course that instantly got them banned. Shuichi glanced over at the episode that was playing. Currently, Rantaro was making his rounds, checking in on the other players.

Currently, Rantaro was conversing with Yadori as they walked down an overgrown hallway. “I got into it when I was really small. I guess I just liked that I felt like I was flying, I could do anything! Every single spin and twirl, I always want to try to go higher, last for longer.” Yadori explained, as they turned a corner. “One day, I hope to be in the Olympics!”

“Sounds like you have a lot of work cut out for you, Yadori-chan.” Rantaro gave her a lazy smile, but it was full of pride. A type of smile a brother would give to a sister. “When we make it out of here, I’ll be sure to swing by one of your performances. I bet watching you would be a treat.”

“Mhm! Yes!” Yadori beamed. “I’ll have to make sure to save you a ticket.” She tugged on a strand of her hair as she smiled shyly. “It’ll be nice to have a friend support me in the stands. I’m used to it just being my parents, and people who I thought were my friends.”

Rantaro frowned, folding his arms as he spoke. “That’s not cool.”

“Yeah, I didn’t think so either. I broke off with them a long time ago. Still...it hurts thinking that they were hanging around me for my fame. Rather than because they actually cared about me. I tried teaching one of my friends how to skate once.” Yadori tugged her hair sharply. “It didn’t work.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Yeah.” The silence was heavy between them for a moment. Shuichi could feel the tension between them. Awkward and tight. If he could leave that situation, he would’ve, but the cameras were still rolling. Clearly there was either more to say, or they were waiting for some sort of bombshell. “You know...I admire Yuya-chan.”

“Yuya-chan?” Rantaro was  bit taken aback, and Shuichi couldn’t blame him. “Why?”

“She’s fearless.” Yadori gave a nervous giggle, pulling her hair and then twirling it from left to right between her fingers. “She has this “I’m going to do what I want” type of personality. All you can do is watch her go after it. I got to go into her lab the other day. I never saw so many explosives and different fire hazards in my life. I told her she could burn that lab down so easily...she said that she knew.”

“I’m going to have to keep an eye on her.” Rantaro mused. “Last thing I want is for her to get hurt.”

“I think she’s very used to getting hurt.” Yadori commented. Rantaro sent her a look and she wilted a little. “I’m not saying that’s a good thing, Amami-kun. But I am saying that she’s used to it. Probably a bit too much.”

“Like an addiction?” Rantaro frowned. “I wonder…”

“You two!”

Both Yadori and Rantro looked away from each other to see that Ajishi was coming towards them, looking fierce and red. Her hair was a mess, her ponytail was falling apart. Her goggles were slipping off of her head and her mask was down and under her chin. “I would like to ask you to meet me in the dining hall ASAP.”

“Uh...why?” Yadori blinked.

“Just do it!” She snapped before she turned on her heel and walked off.

Shuichi blinked slowly. That wasn’t typical Ajishi behavior. Rantaro folded his arms against his chest, his eyes narrowed at Ajishi’s retreating back. “Something has her twisted.”

“That was terrifying.” Yadori pursed her lips together. “I wonder what happened...do you think everyone’s going to be there?”

“If it has something to do with the killing game, we probably should go.” Rantaro agreed. “I doubt anyone wants to go up against her wrath right now.”

“Oda-kun might.”

“Oda-kun’s reckless in his own right.”

Shuichi turned his attention away from the conversation and looked over at the chat log. He knew that when Shinigami had a lot to say, it was best to let him type it all at once, rather than trying to get a word in edgewise.

[ Shinigami: I understand that I should probably keep this brief as there is a character limit and it took me sometime to figure out what facts I should omit. Allow me to preface this with, it is not uncommon for Danganronpa to want to do something new with their series. Like I have stated before, they usually change it up by themes, but they also change it up by talents. There has been a case where a class has effectively stalled the game, only for them to wind up dead. But that is not the question you’re asking and I’m digressing. ]

[ Shinigami: Usually the gimmick is that there is a person within the group that does not know what their talent is. Their memories are usually a little more jumbled than the rest of the groups, but other than that they are in the same boat. No advantage, but plenty of disadvantage. Many times, those who have that gimmick are treated like the “mastermind” of the game. The entire reason that they are playing. Of course that has only been done once and with success. Other times, it has not been done, due to its predictability. You can imagine the ratings went down. ]

[ Shinigami: Most people again who have this gimmick can remember basic memories. Some of them can remember if they had family and friends. Some of them can remember nothing. It really depends on the person. That being said, this is the first time where they have done a gimmick where the person has no idea of their identity, but knows their talent. Not only have ratings gone up, but a lot of people are speculating over the fact that she may be the next one to die, or the next survivor. As everyone likes an underdog to win. ]

More entertainment. Shuichi frowned deeply as he read Shinigami’s words.

[Loki: We’re still not going to get a TLDR version of that are we? ]

[ Shinigami: I believe Seeker-san was the one that asked the question. ]

[ Loki: I’m calling favoritism. ]

A loud slam startled Shuichi into looking back over at the episode, jarred out of his thoughts. Everyone was seated at the long table, besides Ajishi who was looking livid standing at the front of the dining table, her hands flat on the surface. “I have a strong hypothesis as to what this is.” She said darkly, “But if you confess now, your sentence will be light, I assure you.”

“Oh no!” Oda spoke up. “Whatever are we going to do?! What’s our punishment, Ajishi?” His school uniform, aside from Shirogane’s, was plain as it possibly could be. Easily mistaken for a popular middle or high school depending on his age. The emblem of Danganronpa was on his left breast pocket. The only thing that seemed off about him was his actions and his words, they were far too comfortable in a killing game.

“I have yet to decide but it will not be pleasant.”

“I think we should know what it is we’re about to be punished for.”  Yadori spoke up, leaning back and staring at Ajishi. “You can’t just accuse people and tell us that we’re going to get hurt.”

“No that is accurate I cannot.” Ajishi took a deep breath. “Who broke into my lab to steal a valuable set of chemicals? Specifically, chemicals that if you use the wrong proportions, will turn into a hazardous gas that can kill us?”

Everyone froze.

[Shinigami: Oh that would be a new way to murder someone. I don’t think anyone has attempted a gas as of yet. Though then again, the victims are usually limited to one person until Monokuma gets bored and gives a daily double, so to speak. ]

[ Loki: Sooooo the gas would be technically breaking school rules. Right? ]

[ Shinigami: Depends on how they use it. They can use the gas and lock a room. They can use the gas in someone’s lab. It’s not illegal until someone spills their plans to Monokuma. ]

“What’s this? A gas? Wohohoho! How exciting!” Of course, speaking of the devil would make him appear. His kubs weren’t trying too hard to be a part of the show, then again, Shuichi had a feeling that they were a recent gimmick and they were trying them out slowly. Introducing it to the crowd, gauge the audience's reaction to them, before adding them more and more. “That is a way to cause a murder!”

“That is if they use the wrong proportions!” Ajishi cried out, slamming her hand against the table violently. “If you use the chemicals correctly and with care, you can knock people out instead.”

“That is interesting. So someone’s wanting to knock someone out then.” Oda spoke up. “Who here has something that they want so badly in the outside world, that they’d straight up try to kill all of us all at once?”

“Hahaha! If that happens, that’d be too boring. You’re only allowed to kill one person. One murder for you!” Momokuma spoke up. “After all, we can’t have a class trial if no one’s there to point fingers and accuse each other. That would make me a very sad bear.”

“So we have to kill one person, survive being accused, and we get out.” Chatani spoke up, her pen up against her bottom lip. She looked among her peers. “So then getting those chemicals was a worthless idea.”

“Getting, Chatani?” Oda echoed. “Do you have something to hide, sweetheart?”

“Call me that again and I may just ask whoever stole them to use them on you.” Chatani replied, her eyes narrowed at Oda. Shuichi shrunk in his chair at her gaze, knowing full well it wasn’t at him, but still feeling it’s effect. Oda, on the other hand, laughed as though she was just making a joke.

“Pupupupu! Looks like you all are in trouble! Don’t forget that you’re all underneath a time crunch.” Momokuma teased, but clearly knew that his presence was no longer needed, and disappeared as fast as he reappeared.

Shuichi pursed his lips together as he watched everyone else look at each other, or stare absently at the table. “M-maybe you should tell us how the chemicals work?” Maeji offered hesitantly, her usual chipper demeanor was subdued and hesitant. “That way if someone did grab them, and were going to use it correctly...they know how?”

“I’d much prefer to get them back.” Ajishi frowned deeply. “It is irresponsible for me to just leave it like that.”

“Don’t you think it’s irresponsible to let us play with them without knowing the instructions?” Oda asked lazily. “Because that’s what I’m thinking is happening here.”

“Well now you’re just making me hypothesis that you are the one that stole the items.” Ajishi snapped at Oda. “Where did you take them, thief?”

“I admit I am a thief, you got me there.” Oda grinned, all teeth and too wide for anyone’s comfort. Shuichi wanted to back away from the computer and away from him. He was a dangerous individual. “But giving something back ? A little naive of you don’t you think? Consider them a loss and move on. Just tell us how to use them properly so we don’t accidently kill everyone here.”

“Unless, was that the point?” Rantaro questioned and the room went still. Not a single person wanted to open their mouths, everyone once more were looking at each other with suspicion and with hesitance. Anyone could be a murderer, and now someone had the means to become one.

Ajishi whimpered, falling back away from the table. Her earlier sign of aggression disappearing at the admission. She looked around at the table, her eyes welling up with tears and her cheeks turning a bright red. “You are all awful people.” She finally said, her voice cracking. “Using chemistry to hurt people rather than to save.”

“We are in a killing game.” Ougai spoke up, his voice cold and distant. He leaned back, arms folded against his chest as he leveled his gaze at the chemist. “Not a single person here can be considered innocent. Not even a doctor. Not even you.”

“I would never kill!” Ajishi shouted.

“Says the chemist who doesn’t know that her own little hobby’s being used.” Oda taunted. “It appears that she doesn’t-”

“Half of the blue. A couple of drops of the pink!” She suddenly held her head, gripping at her strands. Tears streamed down her face as her shoulders hitched in time with her sobbing. “Just...please don’t use them to kill people! I’m begging!” She whimpered. “You don’t need a lot to knock someone out. A fast...a fast dab on a cloth will knock them out for approx-approximately ten minutes.”

“See?! Was that so hard?!” Oda beamed.

“I hate you!” She screamed. “I hate all of you! I hope you all rot in hell!” She suddenly stormed out of the dining room, slamming doors behind her as she went. The echoes rang against Shuichi’s brian.

[ Shinigami: So I was wrong in my assumption that she might be the murderer. Unless that was an act. Then that was well performed. ]

Shuichi didn’t have any words to describe how he felt about that. He was positive that Ajishi so far wouldn’t commit a murder. If she was going to, then she would clearly stay away from her hobby, which was smart. It would cast a lot of doubt off of her, and she might be able to buy herself some time. If she was good at framing people, her chances of survival just might increase.

“So.” Rantaro spoke up. His tone and the way he spoke was casual and laid-back, but Shuichi could hear the sharpness in his voice. “Does anyone really want to confess who took that set of chemicals, or are we going to be playing hard to get?”

“She might’ve misplaced them.” Yadori shifted in her seat uncomfortably, her gaze turning to the table. She didn’t look like she wanted to be there any longer than she had to. “I don’t know why she thought accusing us was going to get anywhere, or threatening us. Punishment? That’s just too cruel. We’re already being punished enough, aren’t we? Just by being here?”

“We didn’t ask her where they were stolen from.” Aki’s finger curled against her chin. “We didn’t ask her if it was from her lab or from her room.”

“Oh? And why does that matter?” Oda asked, a languid lit to the words.

Aki didn’t spare him a look. Instead, she turned her attention to Rantaro. “I think that her chemicals are taken from the lab. Her lab has a lot of ventilation going through the ceiling, so if anyone knows the pathway up in the ceiling, or even knows the keycode that she has on her door, it’s easy to get in. I know that Ougai-kun has unlimited access, but he wouldn’t steal.”

“Already striking him off from your-”

“You would though.” Aki’s attention turned to Oda. “You and I both know the air ducts. I know because I saw you go through them.”

“....” Oda’s face went carefully blank.

“I don’t know what you plan to do with them,” Aki said slowly, “or if someone begged you to steal them out of a dare. But I hope that you can live with yourself with whatever comes next.”

“Are you threatening me, pretty bird?” Oda asked, his voice low and quiet.

Shuichi’s attention turned towards Yadori who suddenly had frozen. Her eyes were wide with shock, and she was quietly trembling. He wouldn’t doubt that she was squeezing her hands into fists against her skirt underneath the table. She was sweating at the accusations that Aki was flinging. He leaned back slightly in the chair, pursuing his lips. If he didn’t know better, Oda got those chemicals for a reason. Yadori somehow knew something, or she was afraid that she was going to be the next victim. He didn’t recall Oda and Yadori conversing much through the few episodes that he saw, but at the same time, Shuichi didn’t catch most of the live-version. The edited version probably snipped all of that out. Trying to make it look more exciting than it was.

“No one is threatening anyone.” Rantaro quickly interfered. “Knock it off the both of you.”

“I dink y'all need da cool down,” Kokai said, folding his arms against the table. A lot of energy looked as though it was being drained from his very being. He slumped over the table and Shirogane who was sitting next to him this time patted his back kindly.

“I think that we all need to settle ourselves too. This is just like Detective Conan! We just have to retrace our steps and everything will work out. Besides, I don’t think any of us really have it to murder anyone.” Shirogane agreed cheerfully. “We should keep our heads up high and beat this game using peaceful measures.”

“Well. I’m done being accused of doing something I didn’t do.” Oda snipped as he stood up. “Later losers.” He walked out of the dining hall, and little by little everyone trickled out besides Rantaro, Shirogane, Aki, and Kokai.  The four of them sat in the dining hall, silent.

“What are your guys thoughts?” Shirogane asked. “I’m thinking that we should do something to lighten the mood. It’s a bit heavy right now. I wasn’t expecting that sort of confrontation. I thought I was being forced back into an EVA.”

“I have no idea what that is, but you’re right we can use a bit of a break.” Rantaro laughed. “You know a lot of anime don’t you?”

The conversation dissolved into nothing but chatter, and Shuichi’s mind was still swirling around the mystery. He knew that there was really no point in trying to solve it right now. That was their mystery. He couldn’t go through the screen and tell Aki whatever answers he came up with, even if he wanted to. God did he want to. This wasn’t her forte, this wasn’t...she wasn’t like her dad or like him. She stayed away from detective work.

Yet somehow, Dangaronpa took one look at her and thought that she was a good candidate for whatever that they were planning. He glanced at the clock in the corner of the screen and saw that it was starting to get late. Soon enough the school announcement would come on and say that it was nighttime.

[ Loki: Mayumi-chan sure has some balls on her doesn’t she? To call him out like that? Oda-chan wasn’t expecting that much was he? ]

[ Shinigami: I may have to revise my thought process on who the two survivors are going to be. She’s smart, as though she hangs around thieves often. She also explored the air ducts, something that not very many participants ever do. No one ever sees any reason to go up there unless the riddle tells them that’s where the next flashback light could be. ]

[ Loki: Want to ramble on what a flashback light is? ]

[ Shinigami: How about I make you suffer instead, and you get to find out for yourself? We’re almost at the crescendo. I have no doubt that tomorrow morning, we’ll be looking at our first class trial. Most people are probably already calling in to work as we speak, only if to get to be a part of that glory. Humanity is beautiful when faced with an adversary and I have yet to be disappointed in how the participants of the game react to it. I wonder how they will fare when faced with death and uncertainty? ]

[ Loki: Not sure, but I bet Mayumi-chan has a few tricks up her sleeve to keep her alive. ]

[ Shinigami: I see. So if you were someone that took gambling pleasure, your money would be placed on her, yes? ]

[ Loki: I’d go a bit farther and stick my life on it. ]

It was a bit strange to see that exchange. Shuichi didn’t really get the hunch as to who Loki could be. At first he thought it was Kokichi, but he again decided against that theory. It could be Takahashi, taking on some of Kokichi’s traits in hopes of throwing off suspicion, but he doubted that too. He didn’t want to bring attention that he might know someone in the chat, as he knew too well that it could be used against him.

Just because Danganronpa went after people in newspapers and local celebrities, didn’t mean that they didn’t look at the chat logs. It didn’t mean that every word Shuichi typed was a step closer to them thinking about using him, or him getting closer to Danganronpa. This was the closest he ever had gotten to closing a case. He just needed to keep his cousin alive for a bit longer, and to figure out where Danganronpa’s headquarters were.

He had to figure out how Aki went missing. Where they picked her up, and began the trail where her’s ended.

Without saying too much of a goodbye, Shuichi closed the website, and leaned back against the chair, trying to gather his wits. One thing at a time. The mystery that was happening in the school couldn’t be solved right now. That was on the participants to figure out.

Right now, Shuichi got up from his chair and grabbed his hat from the bed, tugging it down harshly. He had a trail to track.

                                                       X

The city at night was always a strange sight to be around. There were little to no people that lingered on the sidewalks or walked down the streets. The white noise of different conversations blending in together was absent, making every noise amplified. Shuichi could hear the sounds of a cat running through an alleyway, knocking things over. He was certain there were raccoons as well trying to make some mischief. The police might’ve already scoured the area that Shuichi was heading down, but he didn’t care. If his theory was correct about Danganronpa, then the investigation wasn’t as thorough as it could have been. He stuffed his hands into his pocket, unfamiliarly familiar with the route that he was going down on.

He only walked Aki to school a handful of times. Each time was strange to him, like he was going against his nature. It was new, shiny, and it made his heart race despite that there was nothing that could harm him. It went against his routine and his nature, so he was always struck dumb at the twists and turns that the path took. His school was more heart of the city, while hers took shelter away from the main streets, nestled in the outskirts of residential areas. The apartments and houses that lined the streets showed off a different spirit than the neon signs and the flashing lights of main streets and shops.

The silhouettes that were cast by the buildings made the streets feel empty and abandoned. There were some houses and apartments that still had a soft yellow light glowing from their windows, but with the curtains drawn so that no one was looking outside, and Shuichi couldn’t look in. He didn’t mind that all that much, but he still felt as though there were eyes that were lingering on his back, watching his every move as he walked through the streets, trying to keep his mind focused on what he was there for.

The moment he got to the intersection, he looked around. It was a tight spot where the cars could only go in two lanes. There were usually more people riding bicycles going down this way. He had seen cars have a few jams because of how slow the lights were to change from red to green. He watched the walk sign turn on and he ignored it.

Shuffle told him that Aki didn’t make it to school, and he knew that this was where they would have met. Shuffle just lived down the road if he turned a hard left. Widow was in the opposite direction on the right. Widow didn’t usually go their direction for school, she normally took a different route. However, with the cars going by and Aki was paranoid, he didn’t doubt that Widow woke up early to walk her and her girlfriend to their school.

Which told him that she didn’t make it to the intersection. That was fine. It was good to get familiar with the old route. To get familiar with the surroundings before he decided to dive in. He walked back towards the beginning, right where he and Aki would normally split off. He closed his eyes, he took a breath, and then he started walking, his hands still stuck into his pockets as his eyes stopped taking in the sights, and starting taking in more of the nooks and the crannies. He let his feet carry him to where he needed to go while his mind sharpened, trying to think of what could have happened that day. Aki didn’t make it to school. She had no idea that she wasn’t going to see the gates. Which means that wherever she had been taken, it was quick and it was somewhere along this stretch.

Every alleyway that he crossed, he stopped momentarily at the mouth of it, peering in the darkness like he could peel back the layers and see what happened. Usually nothing. A dumpster if he was lucky. Usually it was just clean with some vandalism that wasn’t D.I.C.E’s doing. He made mental marks that they might want to hit these spots a little more than the outlandish “let’s vandalise near a hospital” plans Kokichi sometimes put up with.

He walked up the street and then pretended to freeze. If anyone was going to be following, they would start soon after the third or fifth alleyway that he passed if not just randomly turning from a storefront or from around the corner of the houses. Instincts were ingrained in both of them to be aware of their surroundings. To check in with their vibes. A gut reaction of “something is wrong”.

Aki would use a compact mirror. She’d pretend to fix her hair. She probably saw the black car, or someone behind her that immediately turned alarm bells on. Shuichi glanced over across the street. There could be a way to get to school from that direction. He didn’t know. Aki might’ve thought. She could have taken out her phone, plugged in her school address and tried to find a new route that way, or she could have gone on whim and prayed for the best. He looked to the side, a convenient alleyway, with a turn.

She would run down here, she’d toss her bag because she would want some piece of evidence of her disappearance somewhere. The bag would land somewhere against the wall. The pursuer already knew of that plan of action, probably knew that she was going to bolt. They had been silent, trying to stalk, but she’s too observant and they took notes on that. She was going to make it hard on them if she was just kidnapped off the street. It was easy to herd someone to go down an alleyway. It was easy as making them feel as though it was their only option of escape.

She didn’t even make it to the cross section. His eyes dropped to the ground to see a broken charm bracelet. Before he picked up the charm bracelet, he took out his new phone and got to the camera section. He snapped a few pictures of the charm bracelet and the location before he bent down to make sure that it was safely back in his possession.

He looked around the alleyway, trying to envision the scruffle. Shuichi wouldn’t call himself paranoid, but Aki had her moments. She lived looking over her shoulder. Whether she was trying to run a shoplifting heist with D.I.C.E, or was dragged into tagging a wall or a building with Deuce and Kokichi, she was always on alert. Kokichi complained about it sometimes, about how she didn’t let herself go and have fun. Like everyone else was supposed to. Shuichi never saw her relaxed unless she was playing on a stage, or...if she was in the killing game.

Which was why he decided it was odd that there was no caution tape around the area. Which made him suspicious about why he found the charm bracelet, when the police should have easily spotted it first. Spurned with that idea in mind, he walked over towards the dumpster, not needing to pull it open to verify his thoughts. Aki wouldn’t throw away anything. She would hide it.

He got on his hands and knees, mindful of any glass that was shattered around him and looked to see that there was a backpack wedged tightly against the wall and the dumpster. It was being squashed, the fabric wrinkled and looked as though it was tempted to tear. He scooted himself up close against the wall and weedled his arm through the opening. His fingers brushed against the fabric a few times before he managed to catch a bit of it. With careful and patient pulling, he coaxed the backpack out from its hiding place. He could hear the wall catching onto the fabric, scraping it loudly against the silence of the alleyway. It made him wince at the sound, but he didn’t want to get distracted and lose what grip he had on it.

It popped out after a while and he made a soft noise in the back of his throat as he looked at the backpack’s fate. There were some holes, some tears. The backpack was scruffed up, the brown leather didn’t want to hold up against the weight of a heavy dumpster and the wall. He carefully unbuckled the backpack and upturned it to see that her things were still in there. Her phone, her D.I.C.E scarf that had been hastily thrown in. Sheet music scattered about along with her homework packets and notebooks. Pencils threatened to roll back underneath the dumpster, but Shuichi caught them in time. They were cutesy and usually disallowed in school, but Aki was careful to keep her head down low. Her notebooks were covered in stickers that she didn’t care for or wanted to keep. Her student I.D., her wallet with a bit of money still tucked in, it was all there.

Shinigami said that it was a gimmick. Shuichi covered his mouth with his hand thoughtfully before adjusting his hat, unsure. There were too many possibilities. He wanted to believe that it was just a gimmick, that Danganronpa was just having a little too much fun with the idea of having someone not know who they are. The other possibility is that they were using that as a cover. Just because he was having a hard time figuring out where they heard of her didn’t mean anything. Chances were, they knew exactly who they took. Whether it was to appease the police force that they were so tied up with, or whether it was for saving their own necks, they thought it was best to conceal her identity, and with it, anything that she might’ve held dear.

The second thing was that since Aki was so paranoid, she clammed up. She gave a false name to Danganronpa. She told them that they got the wrong person, and without her student I.D, they couldn’t confirm or deny her claims. Shuichi couldn’t really buy into that theory, but...if she was paranoid...she might’ve stuck with the idea to stay silent about herself anyway. He covered his mouth as his mind spun. He closed his eyes, trying to get a clearer, better picture.

It could have been all three events. Aki staying silent, Danganronpa decides to go her route because of entertainment value and it would keep the police off their back. Aki didn’t know that they were going to do that, and accidentally helped them create the perfect alibi. Her stuff was missing, which was no skin off their nose because “Aki” was missing. Everyone else in the world would look for “Aki”. With the blouse, the clean jeans, who spoke her mind but was mostly quiet.

They weren’t looking for Mayumi, with the messed up hair, the mismatched arm warmers, the torn jeans, the quick to accuse.

How much of that was Aki acting? He never thought his cousin could act, let alone keep up a facade. Kokichi could. Kokichi was a master at it. Most of D.I.C.E were. Maybe she picked it up from them?

How much of that was Danganronpa trying to make a quick buck? What was the purpose of taking these kids and putting them into a killing game? A snuff film sure, but Shuichi had his own suspicions that there was something more deep in the rabbit hole too.

There was a soft throbbing that was starting to hit just behind his right eyebrow and Shuichi winced. There were too many unknown variables, and there were too many questions that were starting to surface again. He could only go with what he knew, and that meant taking the bag with him. It meant telling his uncle what he knew about Danganronpa and seeing his thoughts about it.

Shuichi carefully gathered up the papers and the pencils and placed them inside the backpack with care. He made sure to fold the D.I.C.E scarf as well as he could and tucked it in there as well. Once he was certain that he didn’t miss anything, he slipped the charm bracelet into the bag as well. He shifted onto the balls of his feet and hauled it up and over his shoulders, putting it on. He left the alleyway behind, knowing that he was going to have to come back to it another day and see if he couldn’t figure out what direction they might’ve taken her.

[eremiss]

For Gwen's backstory - number 11! 😊

What do you want to be when you grow up?

Gwen was the kind of kid who’d respond to that question either with a shrug, as she had too much on her mind to think about anything beyond the next couple of days, let alone what she’d do when she ‘grew up’, or she’d respond with, “Happy, I guess”, with a sort of wistful look on her face.

But, in terms of an actual job: Gwen was torn between wanting to be able to travel and explore beyond the Shroud, and wanting to be able to help people and do something that would make some sort of difference. For the latter she spent many years fantasizing about establishing and running a sort of teaching-nursery. She daydreamed about it being this huuuge space where she could grow anything she wanted, and eventually even added a cave and pond to her imaginary setup so she could grow mushrooms and water-dwelling plants, too. She dreamed big… sorta, haha.

Beyond just the design, she imagined it would be similar to the Greatloam Growery. But, rather than be managed by the botanist’s guild and meant for the preservation and study of plants, she would use it as a sort of community teaching place. She would use the land to teach people (including children) how to cultivate, grow and care for the various plants of the Shroud and take care of the land itself, as well as how to safely forage in the Twelveswood to gather cuttings, mushrooms and samples for both the nursery and the Growery. At the end of the season crops would be sold, and whoever helped would receive a portion of the profit in exchange for their work. And then next season she would start all over again with a new group of people. 

Gwen saw that as a way to both give people the know-how to forage and grow/maintain their or gardens, as well as give them skills and knowledge they could use to earn a living. Plus she’d have a massive garden of her own (technically). Win-win-win!

 Even after years of thinking about it, Gwen always considered the nursery (which she never settled on a name for) to just be a dream and, though she’d collect and save seeds and bulbs and make an effort to offer advice and tips to whoever needed help, she never made any great strides towards actually making it happen. Though, to be fair, she’s never been great at connecting the dots between ‘starting steps’ and ‘the big picture’, but even if she weren’t, a giant nursery would be difficult to bring about.

Instead, she tried to make her ‘dream’ something more practical and attainable, typically related to the work she was already doing: which was mostly foraging and hunting. Hey, adventurers do that, right? 

It was more of a pragmatic, practical “I can actually achieve that” / “It’s a living, and I wouldn’t mind it” sort of ‘dream’, unlike thoughts of her giant nursery. Even so, it was gratifying when she took steps towards it.

Gridania’s guilds preach about respecting materials and the hard work it takes to gather them, but it’s not always practical to actually put into effect, such as when they’re swamped by tons of orders. After a few years of persistence –and lazy crafters petitioning her to gather materials for them so they wouldn’t have to do it themselves, guild policies be damned– Gwen endeared herself to the guilds by proving that she was both a competent and conscientious gatherer of everything from plants to animal hides. 

Through that, she fell into being something of a jack-of-all-trades for the guilds, becoming competent enough with basic skills to lend a hand in the shops (being a novice, she was mostly consigned to the boring, basic tasks like removing scales/fur and sanding) and a reliable gatherer of materials and reagents. Carpentry and Leatherworking never appealed to her as true professions, though she appreciated the crafts and used her novice carpentry and leatherworking skills to repair and maintain her home and gear.

On the recommendation of the guildmasters, she went to Miounne to become an official Adventurer.

She hadn’t put a great deal of thought into actually being an adventurer besides knowing that being part of the Guild would give her access to leves, which meant more work and more pay, which meant her life would (maybe) get a little easier. Her latent desire to travel and see the world started to come out of hiding after that, as adventurers came from everywhere and went wherever they wanted…or so it seemed, anyway.

 Gwen 100%, never in her wildest dreams thought she would be someone important. She’s thousands of malms beyond wherever she thought she would end up. It’s got its ups and downs, and she still hasn’t fully sorted out all of them.

That teaching nursery is somehow even more of a flight of fancy now than it was before, which is kind of impressive in its own way haha.

At the very least, she is happy with where she’s at overall. Sometimes things get rough and demanding, but she has good friends to help her through it, and the will and strength to make sure it all turns out ok.

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I lost the plot and got rambling >.> oops

[lokibug]

Wisdom Teeth

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Summary: After a fight on the field you later on figure out there’s something wrong with your tooth. After getting inspected you’re told you need to take your wisdom teeth out. After this Loki is the only one around to watch after you.

Warnings: Mention of Blood (sort of)

A/N: I love watching those videos of people after having their wisdom teeth removed haha that’s where this idea came from. Requests are open!

During your last battle on the field, you had taken quite the hit to your jaw. It had been sore and it hadn’t stopped this aching for over a week. Finally after continuous pestering from everyone else, you faced your horrible fear of the dentist and went for a check in. Upon their inspection they seen your wisdom teeth needed to be removed.

You didn’t think you would need anyone to look after you so, you hadn’t asked anyone to stay behind and do so. Yet, here you sat in a chair, unable to operate machinery, blood oozing from the area in which your teeth had been removed and into what felt like cotton balls.

“Hawpy!” You practically shrieked into the phone that you held. You heard a groan on the other half of the line.

“Y/N. What do you need? The kid keeps calling on the other line, I have enough to deal with.” Happy responded.

“I need a wide home, I forgot that part.” You mumbled. The cotton balls in your mouth making your words sound like those that belonged to a two year old.

“Why are you talking like that? Did you go to the dentist after all?”

“Yeah, I don’t know it feels like I have drugs in me,” You chuckle a bit at the way the nurse looked at you hunching in the chair, “but they won’t let me leave without a ride signing for me. They didn’t believe me when I said I was Tony Stark.”

Happy immediately rolled his eyes and said, “Yeah okay, I’ll be over there soon. Don’t move.” He warned.

After Happy signed for you and brought you back to the tower, he beckoned anyone that was home. The first and only person to come forward was Thor.

You were basically hunched and held an arm around Happy before Thor took an arm around you to hold you up. “Woah lady Y/N, what happened to you?” He asked chuckling.

You giggled and looked up at him with a sleepy look, “I got my teeths fixed.” Your voice still muffled, but understandable enough.

“She got her wisdom teeth removed and forged Tony’s signature before they did the surgery so that she could take herself home. Obviously she couldn’t do that,” Suddenly his phone rang again, “Look after her, this house is too expensive for anything to break again.” With that Happy entered the elevator and left.

“Where is everyone?” You ask while Thor walks you over to the couch. Much of your current features mimicked a sensitive child’s. He found amusement in this.

“Well, they left. I’m not quite sure where to but everyone is doing their own duties.” You plop down on the couch and smirk almost chuckling again.

“Why are you here? Jane is looking for you.” You rambled. Of course you didn’t know for sure but you wouldn’t doubt it.

“I’m actually going with her to help with some of her experiments.” Thor boomed happily.

“You mean a date?” You cooed and booped his nose with your lazy index finger.

“Perhaps, excuse me lady y/n.” He stood up as you swayed from left to right almost as if you were dancing to the song stuck in your head. The medication definitely had an affect on everyone and you were not aware it would effect you in such a way. Chances were you wouldn’t remember anything anyways.

Thor had made his way to the library in which a very focused Loki had been sitting near a large window. He cleared his throat to get his brother’s attention. Loki snapped his gaze away from the book and up at Thor. “What is it?” He questioned.

“Y/N went to one of the midgardian doctors for the pain in her mouth. They gave her something and now she’s still recovering, I need you to look after her.” The words fumbled out of his mouth almost like a question.

The thought of keeping you company hadn’t bothered him, but the idea of babysitting wasn’t on his list of things he enjoyed doing.

“And what of you brother? You’re the hero after all.” He mocked.

“I need to accompany Jane in..some experiment.” Loki arched an eyebrow knowing this had to be some kind of lie. Loki was always the the better fibber. “Please, it’s only for a little while. I’m pretty sure she’s falling asleep soon.”

Loki shut his book harshly and carried it off the couch he had been residing on. Thor knew this was his agreement and he smiled before lifting up two thumbs and leaving the tower. You seen Thor exit and then your eyes wandered until they met Loki’s.

He couldn’t help but smirk a bit at the ground seeing how your cheeks looked like a squirrel’s. “Hi Loki.” You murmured.

“Y/N.” He stayed back before looking at you as if he was studying you somehow. You only giggled a bit. “What?”

“I just think you’re funny.”

“Love, I am many things. Funny is not one of them.”

“Hm,” you chuckled, “whatever you say.” Loki had always been fond of you, and you of him. Making him feel comfortable was something you enjoyed doing because being in good favor of him was something you found yourself wanting. You treated him like everyone else and on some occasions even better.

It never occurred to Loki that any midgardian would be attracted to him, so the idea of you and him together was something he always pushed out of his thoughts immediately every time they resurfaced.

You had gotten comfortable and laid your head on one of the pillows. Loki had been on the other side of the couch reading from the book that he was reading previously.

Ten minutes of silence passed. You had been doing a little of everything to keep yourself distracted. You even took a few non flattering selfies while exposing your blood soaked cotton balls. You had been throwing a random smaller pillow into the air and catching it over and over again. A few times it had fallen on your face. While being completely distracted by this small task, your body followed the pillow and you fell from the couch and onto your stomach with a hard thud.

Loki set his book down quickly and grabbed your arm, “Get up, you need to relax y/n.” You groan and giggle up at him as he boasts you back onto the couch.

“You’re a good friend Loki.” You mumbled and smirk at him. Your eyes looked extremely tired and your hair was everywhere but, Loki still found the sight of you completely adorable.

“Far from it dear.” He said going back to his position on the couch.

You crawl from your spot and lay your head on his thigh. He flinches and looks down at your smiling face. He wasn’t used to any kind of contact, let alone with you.

“What is it you are doing?” He questioned.

“I’m just looking at you, you have a nice...face.” He blinked a few times setting the book to the side.

“A nice face?” He chuckled.

“Yeah, it’s so...pretty. You know I tell Natasha allll the time how pretty you are. She thinks I’m crazy.” You begin laughing and hold your stomach to steady yourself. Hearing your exhausted confession, Loki needed to hear more. He boasted on in questioning.

“Why?” He asks.

“Because people think you’re a bad guy—but you’re not a bad guy Wowkie,” you run your fingers under his jaw and pull away, “I mean everyone thinks Thor is the strong pretty man,” you chuckle and squeeze his bicep, “but I think you’re the hotter brother.” You wink horribly at him. The you that had not been medicated would’ve been mortified to ever say these things to Loki, let alone touch him. He chuckles a bit and grabs your hand softly returning it to its original position.

“Are these your own thoughts?” His own smile evident.

“Yes, I can prove it.” You quickly sit up becoming a bit dizzy.

“Y/N no I don’t think—“

“Shhh.” You put your finger on his lips to quiet him. You stride towards a tall lamp and stumble a bit. You twirl yourself extremely slow around it.

“See this is me—I’m me,” You point at yourself, “and this is you because you’re taaaaall.” You point at the lamp and begin touching the top of the shade. “Soft hair.” You begin giggling and take a step back before falling backwards, taking the lamp down with you. A crash of the lightbulb echoed throughout the room as Loki gasped.

“Ouch, Yeah, no y/n.” He knelt down next to you and picked you up into his arms bridal style. Your cheeks turn a bright red before smirking up at him. Your eyelids hang heavy before your hand is in his hair.

“It’s so soft.”

“You’re really not yourself are you?” He asked before walking you over to your room. He laid you down in your bed and pulled the thick covers over you. He removed your shoes for you as you giggled due to it tickling a bit.

“Thank you.” You snuggled deeper into your bed. “Lay down.” You tell him.

Loki laughs lightly again, “I can’t do that,” he sat at the corner of your bed, “sleep darling.”

You had fallen into a deep sleep. Loki had sat on the bed looking at your resting stature for a little bit. Those same thoughts had come back into his mind about you. This brought a smile upon his lips. Maybe there was a chance for him after all.

Hours later you woke up and rubbed your head. You felt like hell and were in dire need of water.

You walked out of your room and back into the living room to where the other avengers now resided.

No one acknowledged your presence since they knew you were still recovering. That was until you entered the kitchen and seen Loki grabbing a water bottle from the fridge.

“Hey,” you mumbled and Loki stood there smirking at you, “is there something you need?” You asked. You didn’t have a single clue as to why he was paying attention to you. You hadn’t remembered anything at the moment.

“Not at all love,” He chuckled and nuzzled the top of your head and mocked you, “so soft.” Your eyes widened as you began to remember a small snippet due to his words.

“Did I?...”

“If you found me so ravishing, you should have stated your true feelings before my little minx.” Your face was beat red and now a flustered mess.

“I uh...water. I’m drinking it now.” You drank some water and turned quickly speed walking back into your room as Loki stood there. Everyone else had questioning looks on their face. Meanwhile Loki stood there smirking with his head held high.