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bard-of-worlds · 5 years ago

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Ladybug AU/ The Law is The Law CH1

Adrien scowled as he reached the location of the photoshoot, the way the battle with Mayura and Hawkmoth, what had been done to Sentibug was still causing him some problems, he didn’t know if after everything that had happened today he didn’t know how he would be able to handle the shoot. When he saw Lila sitting on a chair and having her makeup done he stopped and grabbed Vincent as he walked by. Vincent turned to Adrien and paled as he saw the look in Adrien’s eyes.

“Vincent, hey……quick question, why in the name of everything good and pure is Lila here?” Adrien asked flatly as Vincent swallowed.

“I don’t know Adrien, all I know was that I was told there would be a new model at the shoot, nothing about who or why only that Nathalie would introduce her…..Love to talk kid but I have to go and get my camera ready, sooooo. Bye.” Vincient said as he dashed off, throwing a look at Adrien as he walked away. You know, I wondered how he was Gabe’s kid but that there, it’s gone now. He thought as he looked around and saw the looks on the other crew’s faces and hoped Adrien wouldn’t explode.

Adrien looked at Lila and scowled, not needing this now. I don’t know what Father’s thinking, anyone in class could have been a better pick, Sabrina, Juleka or Chloe if he wanted someone my age to model with that’s not in the bussniess. But maybe I can use this, if I can talk to her she might clean up what she did to Marinette, and if not then I might get the pressure to make her do it. Adrien thought as he reached for his phone and moved it to his pocket, praying that he wouldn’t have to use this.

“I don’t know how but you will fix this Lila. How could you get Marinette expelled?!” Adrien demanded as he discreetly pointing his phone’s camera at her, part of him hoping this wouldn’t be necessary.

“Why should I do that? I tried to get her play ball and she wouldn’t, I warned her and we both made our choices, I made mine and here we are.” Lila said as she looked at Adrien as he stared at her. “I told her I would ruin her and I did, I said I would get you and here I am.”

“So just so we’re clear, you lied, you threatened Marinette and got her expelled because she called you out on your lies? How did you even do it anyway?” Adrien asked as he fought to keep his temper down ‘Get me’, so I was right about her. Just another person who objectified me or sees what they want to think. Adrien thought as he looked at her.

“It was so easy, all I had to do was go to the bathroom after the test, pull the alarm and get the answer sheet that was left on that idiot teacher’s desk and put it in Marinette’s bag. They never even noticed it but it was after the last class and well.” Lila said with a giggle as Adrien fumed and glared at her.

“And you would do it again, wouldn’t you?” Adrien asked as he kept his face plain, but inside he was shocked that this was so essay to get what he needed from her.

“I would even without the bonus your father gave me.” Lila said as Adrien looked at her in confusion.

“Bonus, my father? What does he have to do with this?!” Adrien demanded as he looked at Lila, on the inside he wasn’t scared but angry, and he felt the last vestige of his control was starting to burn away.

“Don’t act so surprised, he had to have talked to you about it and told you to act the way you did before the Akuma attacked everyone, the Gabriel brand over all, and its spokesperson speaking up for someone accused of a crime would be a perfect publicity stunt.” Lila said she looked at him.

Adrien stared at Lila as his vision went red as she sat there grinning back at him as he went over what she had said before whipping his head around and he saw Nathalie in the limo looking towards the shoot, his eyes widening as he realize that for once Lila was telling the truth, turning off his phone he turned to look at the river and tried to calm down. I can’t believe this! I knew something was wrong when I learned that Lila was going to model with me but I can’t believe……Wait….if she’s here because of that then this means! Adrien thought as his thoughts crystalized

“You did that for this!? You were completely willing to ruin her life for this?!” Adrien exploded as he shot up from his chair looking at her. As the crew looked on Adrien grabbed her, pulled her behind him despite what she was saying and with surprising strength threw her into the river! Nathalie got out of the car and rushed over towards the water as the crew stared in total shock before they moved to help Lila out.

“Adiren what were you thinking! Your father will not be happy about this at all. I don’t even know what….!” Nathalie would have kept talking but Adiren turned around and looked at her with such a look of rage, anger and disgust in his eyes that she stopped talking.

“I don’t care.” Adrien said flatly as Nathalie tried to recover.. “Nathalie, tell my father that for the first time ever I’m glad that mom is gone. This way I have memories of a beautiful person instead of someone who could love the monster that he’s become!” Adrien said as he looked at her and gripped his phone. “An Agreste is held to high standards; well this has shown me that mine are very different from his and no amount of effort will ever be good enough for him!”

As Nathalie looked at him, really looked at him for the first time ever she could comprehend what she was seeing. Adrien had always been an accommodating to Gabriel’s wishes that she never thought that he would ever act this way. Adrien turned, manipulating his phone as he did so and walked away, not even paying her any piece of mind. Nathalie looked around and saw the photo crew trying to get Lila out of the river and stormed over to them, pulling them back and staring down at her. ”What did you say?”

“What?” Lila asked as she tried to climb out of the river.

“What did you say Lila!?” Nathalie demanded as Lila looked up at her. “Adrien has never, ever acted even remotely like that or said anything about his father, so WHAT. DID. YOU. SAY?”

“I told him about the job that got me here. Why the hell he’d react that way, Gabriel told me to do it!” Lila said as Nathalie looked down at her and paled.

“Louis, hey. Sorry to call out of the blue but can we talk?” Adrien said into his phone as walked off, ignoring the camera crew as they stared at him, he just kept walking.

“Yeah Adrien, what’s up?” Louis’s voice came through the phone as Adrien could hear the squeak of his chair as he leaned back in it. “Need some wisdom from somebody who’s been around the block a few times?”

“No, not wisdom do it, that thing we talked about. He’s finally crossed my final line, I don’t have a choice anymore.” Adrien said as he looked behind him, not seeing the Gorilla anywhere so there was that.

“You sure kid? Once this goes out there’s no turning back, this is a big choice to make?” Louise asked causing Adrien to nod before he realized that Louise couldn’t see him and blushed before he spoke again.

“Yeah I am, what he is, what he’s willing to do for his brand, I just can’t live with myself if we don’t do this.” Adrien said as he walked.

“And…….. done! In a few hours there’s going to be such an investigation that gonna cause old Gabe to pass out! I’m sorry you were pushed to this point kid, but I’ve got a spare coach if you want to use it.” Louise said.

“Don’t be, I should have done this months ago. Looking back my relationship with him died when mom disappeared.” Adrien said as he felt Plagg press against him and he reached into the pocket Plagg was in and felt Plagg hug his hand. At least I still have him and Ladybug, and her kwami too. He thought as he released a breath and let the last of his relationship with his father die as it should have when he started to treat him as only an employee. “And about that second thing I just sent you a video I just shot, and I think I have some pro bono work you’ll love, do you know the bakery near my school?”

“Yeah, I love their cookies, but what do Tom and Sabine have to do with this? And you know I only do that stuff when I have a good target of injustice so what happened?” Louis asked. Wait a minute, don’t those two have a daughter who should be around the kid’s age? Louise thought as he waited for Adrien’s reply.

“First off, is it legal for a student to be expelled on the same day as the crime?” Adrien asked as he walked through Paris, hopping that

“No, all students need a hearing for expulsion, did he use that world? Hold on I’ve got the file you sent me………holy! And this bitch framed a friend of yours at Gabe’s direction?!” Louise said as he “Kid you should have called me soon, now I can probably get the expulsion off her records and I think I can get a nice settlement for her and then there’s your dad but….”

“That’s it Louise it happened today!” Adrien interrupted him and Louise stopped talking. “There wasn’t a hearing, she wasn’t suspended, the principle just expelled her in front of everybody!”

“Adrien, buddy. You bring me the best presents! A perfect way to strike against the school that let the person that abused my goddaughter into trying to commit suicide walk free, I love it!” Louis said with a laugh.

“Wait, what! My school is the one where that happened?” Adrien asked as he stopped moving for a moment as his eyes went wide.

“Yeah, this bitch always believed the whore and punished my goddaughter, she almost killed herself. In the end the teacher was fired, the bully had left and moved to a different county and what a teacher could do to a student was changed. I think they were talking about changing the rules for how they punish someone. One of the most idiotic ideas was to for it to only apply if the teacher saw them do it or they got it on camera, the most insane idea I have ever heard.” Louise said as Adrien gasped. “Kid, what is it?”

“I think they did make that rule Louise. Chloe hasn’t changed much and besides words and actions taken where no one besides the victim could see it she’s gotten away with a lot. And this time Mari….the victim was expelled based on only on the accusers word, they even made it a public spectator. ” Adrien said flatly. Is this why Chloe gets away with everything she does? But wait the cameras! He thought as he heard Louise’s chair pushed backwards as he got up.

“WHAT! I know they’ve got cameras in that place; it was part of the settlement! Don’t tell me that they aren’t being used!” Louise exclaimed with a hint of anger in his voice.

“They’re practically ornamental at this point! They never even looked at the ones in the courtyard, all Lila said was that Marinette pushed her down the stairs and the principle believed her!” Adrien said as he heard Louise grit his teeth. “And I admit finding the necklace in her locker was damming but there are no locks on any of them and it could have fit through the grill!”

“This necklace, it was tested for fingerprints at least right?” Louis asked as Adrien stayed silent and Louis felt a headache coming on. “Adrien tell me they at least did that and listened to more than just one student right, please?”

“I can’t Louise, I just can’t.” Adrien said softly as he heard Louis trying to keep his temper down and count backwards from twenty.

“Kid, I’ll meet you at the bakery, if I hear anything more now I’m going to scream. I’ll have my people send out the papers for the first thing you called me about before I leave, see you there.” As Adrien heard the call end he sighed.

“Plagg, I should have done this when this began.” He said softly as he walked towards Tom & Sabine Boulangerie Patisserie.

“The throwing Lila into the river or calling in Louise when pigtails got expelled, causing I’m all for transforming and going to cataclysming her.” Plagg said as Adiren laughed. I guess I can’t expect any different from Plagg, he’s been saying to get rid of her for weeks! I had to hope she was acting that way like my mask have when I’m in public or around fat….Gabriel. I guess this finally proved once and for all where I stand with him, and somehow I feel lighter. Adrien thought as he walked.

“The calling Louise, I mean I had hoped she was just telling stories thing because she was nervuis and scared, I mean moving around so much I can understand that, it took me weeks to lighten up and start to be more then my mask at school.” Adrien said with a sigh. “And most of Chloe’s act is because she wants her mom to love her.”

“I’ll say once and I’ll say it again, that woman is a piece of work! I’ve seen a lot of people over the centuries but like her, always the worst of the worst.” Plagg said as he looked up at Adrien.

“Adrien there you are!” Chloe’s voice caused Adrien to turn and see her pounding towards him with Sabrina following behind her. “How the hell are we going to get Marinette un-expelled? This is ridicules, completely ridicules!”

Adrien looked at Chloe as she started a terade and frowned as what she was saying got through to him. “Wait, you want to help Marinette?”

“Of course! Nobody but nobody messes with Dunpain-Chang but me! And even I wouldn’t threaten her how Lila did!” Chloe said a huff as she looked up at the sky.

“What do you mean, threatened Marinette?! When did that happen?!” Adrien demanded as Chloe looked at him and Sabrina’s mouth dropped open.

“It was when she came back, she cornered Marinette and she felt so scared an Akuma was summoned but she fought it off!” Sabrina said causing Adrien to gasp at her.

“That’s where that Akuma came from, that’s how Lila was Akumatized, not because I talked to her?!” Adrien said with shock, stepping backwards as he paled in horror. “God, I am the most idiotic person on the planet!”

“Sabrina saw her reach for it Adrien what are you…..What did you do?!” Chloe demanded as she saw him react to what she and Sabrina told him and started to grow worried, he had only acted like this when he had made what he thought was a mistake, like when he had given his mom flowers and she turned out to be allergic to them.

“I thought Lila’s emotions spiked because I talked to her about how she didn’t have to lie to get people to like her, not that she chased one down! I told Marinette to take the highroad about her lies, I never knew…….” Adrien said as Chloe gasped and started to get mad and was about to exploded when Sabrina spoke up.

“You thought she was so emotional that talking to her about her lies caused her to get on Hawkmoth’s radar?” Sabrina asked as Chloe looked at her then at Adrien with her mouth open.

“God, and you were worried that she’d attack anyone who called her out, did you at least explain that to Marinette?” Chloe asked only to sigh when Adrien hung his head. “Adrien!”

“I……. I knew she’d probably react like you guys are and I didn’t want to give Lila any ammunition to use, I’ve been trying to get alone to talk to her about it but I haven’t been able to yet.” Adrien said miserably.

“Then go and talk to her now! And wait……. Don’t you have a photoshoot about now?” Chloe asked as she looked around, confused beyond words.

Adrien’s phone seemed to burn a hole into his leg and he looked at Chloe steadily. “I’m handling Marinette’s problems. And about the shoot I walked off after I threw the other model there, Lila into the river!”

“What the hell was Lie-la doing there? And how are you handing what happened?” Chloe demanded as she looked at Adrien, fuming. Why the heck did Gabriel get Lila to model, if he wanted a new teen girl anyone would have been better, heck even Alya could do it! She thought as Adrien seemed to be struggling with something.

“I called Louise about it, he said that what the principle did wasn’t right…..and I told him to send off the notice to the Department of Child Services.” Adrien said as Chloe and Sabrina gasped and looked at him.

“Why, I mean you should have done it months ago but why now?” Sabrina said, having been Chloe’s friend for years she knew Adrien at least superficially and this wasn’t like him.

“Lila did what she did because he told her to.” Adrien as they looked at him, not understanding what he was saying. “She said that the modeling thing is a bonus and that she thought how I tried to help Marinette was a publicity stunt for the brand.”

Chloe gasped a hand shooting to her mouth as she looked at him with shock, wondering what had driven Gabriel to do that. “I’m sorry Adrien, you know that there’s always a room at the hotel if you need it.”

“I’ve got a couch dad will be happy to lend you.” Sabrina said with a small smile.

“Yeah thanks girls…..I’m meeting Louise at Marinette’s, do you want to come along as support?” Adrien asked and Chloe laughed.

“I can guess what’s going on, so I’ll do a little research and get back to you and Marinette later, good luck groveling to her.” Chloe said as she and Sabrina walked off. Adrien looked at her and shook his head, wondering if Marinette would forgive him for his mistake.

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Sabine sighed as she tried not to think what had happened earlier today at school but she couldn’t. “Nothing about it makes sense, I mean I know my daughter, she’d never do this! And how Lila was still walking around after she was pushed, it doesn’t make sense!”

“Your right Sabine and the necklace looked like it could have fit through the grill on the locker and did any of them have locks on them at all? I thought Marinette said she only used hers for holding her coat during winter and projects?” Tom’s voice caused Sabine to turn and look at her husband as he brought a tray of bread out from the kitchen, the workers looking out as they all knew something was wrong with what happened.

“Yeah, boss I guess you can bring them up when the hearing right?” One of the cooks asked as he poked his head out of the back.

Sabine and Tom looked at each other, confusion in their eyes. Did that idiot owl do something wrong when he expelled Marinette? Tom thought as he frowned. “What hearing?”

“The expulsion hearing, the one she has to have after her suspension is up. The one that by law all students are required to have before their expelled?” The cook said in

“The principle said Marinette was expelled, that’s it, are you saying he did something wrong?” Sabine asked as she looked at him.

“That’s something I think I can help with!” A voice caused all of them to see Adrien standing behind a man in a brown business suit holding a briefcase in his right hand. “My name is Louis Artoga, attorney at law and I’d like to have a long talk with you about that if you don’t mind.”

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Marinette lay down on her bed and hugged one of her pillows as she tried to forget the look in Sentibug’s eyes when Mayura destroyed it….her. That was something that will only haunt her for weeks if she’s lucky.

“How could she do it Tikki, I just can’t believe that she was even able to do it.” Marinette said as she hugged her pillow.

“There have been people who have been bad holders, but I’ve never seen Duusu’s powers used that way.” Tikki said as she floated and looked at her chosen. “You gave the Amok the talisman that created her; Mayura shouldn’t have been able to do it.”

“Why does that have to do with anything?” Marinette asked as she tried to understand Tikki.

“That should have broken the link to Mayura, she should have been fully independent….. I can’t explain it.” Tikki said as she floated there, not letting Marinette detect any of her thoughts. The only way that could have been possible was if the Miracolous itself was damaged, but Duusu wouldn’t have transformed then, it would have hurt her chosen. Tikki thought as she watched Marinette try and deal with what she had seen happen earlier, some part of her glad she wasn’t thinking about how she had been expelled.

“Something to talk to Master Fu about then, I just want to forget everything happened today and deal with it tomorrow.” Marinette said before a knocking caused her to look at the door down and frown as Tikki hid. “It’s unlocked!”

She didn’t know what she was expecting but when Adrien came into her room she stared in shock. “Adrien! Are what doing you here?”

Adrien looked at her and sighed. “I…..Marinette…. I called a friend of mine about what happened, he’s downstairs with your parents and I volunteered to come and get you. I told them I wanted to talk to you for a few minutes, I want to apologize first.”

“Apologize, Adrien what happened today wasn’t your fault at all, you tried to help but he wouldn’t listen.” Marinette said but stopped when Adrien shook his head.

“No, not that. The advice I gave you when Lila came back.” Adrien said as he hung his head. “Sabrina was in the bathroom too, she heard Lila threaten you and then the Akuma came at you…… while that was happening I was talking to Lila about her lies and she tried to ruin my life at school and my friendships after sooo.”

“You told me not to act against Lila because you thought she summoned and Akuma from you talking to her about her lies?” Marinette said in shock.

“I thought she had summoned the Akuma while I was talking to her about how she didn’t have to lie to get people to like her and she acted normal so……I’m sorry.” Adrien said as he looked away from Marinette and she just looked at him as she tried to understand just what Adrien had thought

“You gave me advice based on what you knew.” Marinette said after a few moments. “If I thought that way about someone I might have said the same to you.”

“Then?” Adrien asked as he felt a bit of hope.

“Apology accepted. So who’s downstairs?” Marinette said as she got up and walked towards Adrien who smiled at her.

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“So she’s always been making clothing?” Louise asked as he drank a cup of tea and looked at Tom and Sabine as they sat in the living room.

“Clothing, blankets, odds and ends, it’s been her passion for years. She really blossomed when she started to look at fashion and started to design her own cloths really and make gifts for her friends.” Sabine said as she looked at Louise with a smile as she remembered her daughter’s antics. “Why I remember how she went and got a roll of blue wool to make a scarf for a present last year. But enough about that, you think you’ll be able to get the expulsion off her record?”

“If she really was expelled and not suspended, of course, it will barely be a problem. I’ll talk to the board of education and once I see the paperwork I’ll go from there, but there’s another subject that I need to talk to you about that I think I should wait until the kids are back to really start…..and here they are.” Louise said as he smiled as Marinnete and Adrien walked into the room, Louise standing up and offering Marinette his hand. “Nice to meet you mam, I’m Louise, Louis Artoga, attorney at law and I want to help you.”

“Help how?” Marinette asked as she and Adrien sat down after she shook his hand. Louise beamed at her and before he continued.

“I’d like to help you out, now fair warning. I’ve have a goddaughter, a few years back she was bullied, badly enough that she tried to commit suicide. She didn’t succeed and she got the help she needed, she’s studding to be a social worker last I heard.” Louse began. “The people I blame are the teachers and the school, the same school that you go…..went to.”

“Mr. Damocles had something to do with it?!” Marinette asked with shock, going silent as Louise’s face started to go red.

“‘Damocles’?! An old man with a beard, bald, has a fixation with owls?! He’s the new principal” Louise screamed as he lunged to his feet.

“Louise?” Adrien’s voice caused Louise to look around the room and saw the looks on the others face and he released a breath and sat down slowly.

“Sorry kid, he was the vice principle who let that bitch get away with everything back then. I thought he was blacklisted.” Louise said as he sat back down, and got out a cell phone that he put in in a holder he got out of his briefcase so the camera was pointed at her. “Start recording, this is Louise Artoga, recording a questioning of Marinette Dupain-Chang about her ‘expulsion’ from earlier today. As of right now I ask her parents, Tom and Sabine Dupain-Chang their permission to do so. Also of note is that Adrien Agreste is here, as he was the person who told me about this incident.”

“I, Sabine Dupain-Chang give my permission that my child; Marinette Dupain-Chang may decide if she wishes to be questioned and recorded.” Sabine said formally.

“I, Tom Dupain-Chang give my permission that my child; Marinette Dupain-Chang may decide if she wishes to be questioned and recorded.” Tom said as he turned and looked at Marinette who smiled back.

“I, Marinette Dupain-Chang agree to be question and recorded about the events earlier today.” Marinette said as she looked at the camera.

“Thank you all, with that done the questioning shall begin. So, walk me through what happened.” Louise said as he looked at Marinette.

“Miss Bustier called me to the front of the room at the start of class and searched my backpack, the answer key was in it.” Marinette said and stopped as Louise held up a finger.

“Point of clarity what class was it in relation to the order of classes on a normal day in number format and has your backpack been out of your sight for any length of time before that.” Louise said as he looked at Marinette.

“It was the first class of the day, as we had a test yesterday so I hadn’t looked at my backpack since then……..and my backpack was out of my sight because someone pulled the fire alarm yesterday and everyone evacuated, most taking their backpacks as it was the end of class and they were getting ready to leave. As the class Representative I had collected the tests and had just put them on Miss Bustier’s desk with the alarm went off and we all evacuated.” Marinette said as she thought about yesterday.

“Why were you called to the front?” Louise asked, a frown forming on his face as he went over what he knew about proper class room behavior for teachers.

“Miss Bustier said that someone had given an anomalous note that someone had seen me steal the answer sheet and my bag.” Marinette said as and stopped as Louise held up a hand.

“She didn’t call you outside the classroom?” Louise asked in shock.

“No, after that I accused Lila of taking and putting it in my backpack to frame me and Madame B took both of us to the principal’s office.” Marinette answered as she looked at

“Point of clarity, why did you believe that Lila is a liar?” Louise asked and Marinette went silent. “If it’s just what you believe about her its fine, sometimes we get feelings we can’t explain but please clarify your belief.”

Marinette looked at Adrien before she hardened her eyes. “I know Lila is a liar and a thief. A few months ago when she first came back I saw her take a book from Adrien, buy something at a store and throw it in the trash so he wouldn’t see her with it.” Marinette said causing Adrien to stare at her.

“A book, my father’s book, the one that he took me out of school for losing, Lila was the one who lost it?! You were the person who brought it back?!” Adrien exclaimed as he looked at her before blushing and turning away as everyone looked at him.

“Yes and I was in passing by the park when Ladybug confronted her about her lies. I was going to give it back to you the next day and tell you that you dropped it in the Library but then, well your father pulled your from school.” Marinette said as she hung her head. “So after I saw that I had enough skepticism not to trust everything she said at face value.”

“We’ll talk about that later, what happened next with Lila today?” Louise asked as Marinette looked at him.

“I told Lila that she wouldn’t win, that I wouldn’t fall for any of her traps and she said I did and then she walked down the stairs, sat down and made a commotion about how I had pushed her down the stairs.” Marinette replied as Louise tried to keep his temper down.

“Point of interest, at no time were any of the camera’s that the school is required to have had checked at all? And what about this Lila’s mother, was she contacted and was she sent to the nurse at least?” Louise inquired, his eyes twitching a little as Marinette shook her head.

“They never checked and she wasn’t sent, they all just followed after Lila to my locker, a locker I only use to hold my coats and projects since none of all have a lock on them.” Marinette said as Louise nodded at her. “And they contact my parents but Lila’s was unable to be reached, they left five messages as far as I know.”

“Thank you Miss Marinette; that’s all I’ll need for this case, I will bring around paperwork that basicly says the sequence of events that you explained and have yourself and you’re parents sign them and that should be it. This has been Louise Artoga, recording Madame Marinette Dupain-Chang.” Louise said as he turned off the phone’s camera and picked it up and started to look over the file, they could hear the sounds of Louise or Marinette’s voice and he nodded. “Thank you that should be all I need. With this and the Adrien’s matter I think I’ll have a good few days of work to do. Now on your case, once I get to the board of education I think everything should be straightened out, but it might be best to wait a day, just so it’s not been filed as a suspension and it was the heat of the moment and all, if nothing comes tomorrow then I’ll move in. And now let’s talk about Lila, with the video a Miss Sabrina has I think we could sue her for slander and making that threat.”

Marinette gulped and looked at her father and mother who both went still and turned towards her as what Louise said penetrated their brains. Louise winced as he realized that she hadn’t told her parents the same time as Adrien did and they both winced at what.

“What threat?” Tom asked quietly as Marinette just looked at the table and stayed silent.

“Who threatened my daughter!?” Sabine asked as Adrien looked up and motioned to Louise to let him talk.

“It’s a long story, but may I can explain if Marinette lets me.” Adiren said prompting Marinette to nod at him. “From what I found out Lila corned Marinette in a bathroom the day she came back and threatened to take away all her friends and after that I gave her advice to take the high road, not confront Lila about her lying.”

“Why did you tell Marinette not to confront her after she threatened my daughter.” Sabine asked coldly as Adrien looked down ashamed.

“Because I thought Lila summoned the Akuma that got her from my talk with her. And her first actions as a shape-shifter was to try and ruin my social life! I didn’t want to think what would happen if she summed one when she wanted to hurt Marinette as the trigger!” Adrien explained as he held his hands up. “Of course idiot that I was I didn’t explain it, I didn’t want to take a chance that Marinette would get hurt, I never knew about the threat!”

“Oh, so you were trying to protect her but didn’t know about she had been threatened.” Sabine said as Tom’s rage died down and he understood why Adrien had done what he did.

“Kid was raised to ignore lies the tablods said, do it and they die, like Tinkerbell, don’t act out and they die.” Louise said with a sigh. Tom looked at Marinette as his wife hugged her and frowned.

“Wait, you thought Lila had summoned the Akuma? But wait if she didn’t summon it ….then who did?” Tom asked and Adrien went wide eyes and looked around, trying to find anything to say when Marinette spoke up.

“Me.” Marinette said softly from within her mother’s arms causing Sabine to look down at her daughter as she closed her eyes. “I was so scared she could do it. She had them eating out of her hands, she even convicted Max that a thrown napkin could have taken out his eye and he wears glasses.”

“I can’t even, I don’t even know where to…..just I can’t…. is she serious?” Louise asked as looked at Adrien in shock and when Adrien nodded as Marinette’s parents comforted her Louis sat there stunned. Okay, getting that bitch sued is gonna be a public service and probably improve the intelligence of all those kids! Louise thought as he hung his head in disgust.

“Ohhhh Marinette, I’m sorry that we never noticed how you were feeling! I should have, I don’t know!” Sabine said as she hugged Marinette and before suddenly she went still. “And those idiots at that school never even noticed, no they didn’t want to see!”

“Kid, I don’t know but after the paperwork’s filed maybe you should look for a different school.” Louise said into the table as he put his head on it.

“Wait, why would Adrien look for a different school? After all that he did to make it into school in the first place…..and what paperwork?” Marinette asked as Louise looked up at her before paling as he realized what he had let slip. Adrien spoke up and caused all of them to look at him.

“I’m suing my father for not paying me for my work, the contracts I never signed and emotional abuse while going for emancipation or having myself removed from his control.” Adrien said flatly. “The fact that he might have told Lila to do that, that he gave her a modeling contract and might have even hinted that I might be a prize to her, it’s too much, he crossed a line I didn’t even know I had.”

“Oh Adrien, I’m sorry you were pushed to do this.” Marinette said as she looked at him as her parents looked on with concern, knowing from their interactions with him that he probably hadn’t want to do this but felt he had to.

“I thought he was going around, that we had started to heal our relationship, especially after my birthday when I got that scarf from him.” Adrien said as closed his eyes.

Louse went still when he saw Marinette wince, things connecting in his mind that didn’t paint a good picture. Please, please don’t tell me. He thought with a sinking feeling as he asked what he didn’t want to. “Scarf, what scarf?”

“A blue scarf that dad made with his own hands, I thought that maybe he was trying and……… what is it?” Adrien asked as he saw Sabine and Tom exchange a look and turn to Marinette who looked down as Louise held his head.

“Adrien, do you have any picture of it?” Tom asked as he turned to look at Adrien as he started to get a sinking feeling.

“Yeah, I did a selfie with Nino a few days after I got it and here it is.” Adrien said as he pulled up the photo and turned it around and Tom sighed and Sabine closed her eyes. “What’s wrong?”

“Ask your friend kid, ask her.” Louise said around his hands and he turned to Marinette, who looked up,

“I made it.” Marinette said softly. “When you came to school so happy that you thought that he had put the effort into making it by hand, I couldn’t take that from you...”

Adrien stared at her and he saw red, the sheer gull of what his father….what Gabriel had done causing him to lose focus and he felt so dizzy.

“Adrien, Adrien are you okay?” Sabine asked as she got up and Adrien shot to his feet as he held his hands to his mouth. “Oh hell. Tom! Open the door!”

“Got it, Marinette help you mother!” Tom said as he shot up and opened a door as Marinette and Sabine guided Adrien to the room which was revealed to be a bathroom.

Louise just sat there and shook his head and winced as he heard Adrien throw up in the bathroom and he knew he would have to mention this to the social worker. Maybe it would be better to do it here, Nathalie wouldn’t look for him here and whoever they send could be in plain clothing and get around his eyes. Louise thought as he looked at Tom and Sabine watch the door as Marinette rushed to the kitchen to get a glass of water. “Tom, Sabine would you two mind if I called the social worker I sent the email to and have them come here, it might be helpful for Adiren.”

“Please, the boy needs to know that not everyone is against him and what Gabriel did, I can’t even imagine.” Tom said as Louise smiled and sent off a text.

“It’s taking all I have not to get my staff and go beat him up!” Sabine bit out as she glared towards the Agreste mansion. “To have that little bitch hurt my daughter, but to have sold his son?!”

“I’m tempted to get a sledgehammer and join you.” Louise said with a sigh as he shook his head. His phone buzzed and he looked down and up at Tom and Sabine. “The Agent is nearby, and would like to get an initial statement from him, there are already a few red flags based on the paperwork and well, she wants to meet soon.”

Tom and Sabine shared a look at each other and looked at the bathroom and after a few minutes looking at each other Sabine knocked on the door.

“Adrien, are you okay? The agent from child Services texted Louise, they want to meet soon. If you’re not up for it there’s nothing wrong with waiting.” Sabine said before they heard a toilet flush and the door open to reveal Adrien whipping his mouth with the back of his hand.

“No, I want to get this done with and close off any chance of that monster from getting around this.” Adrien said as he clenched his hands. I thought you were just hard to understand and had a hard time with emotions but this, dad this is the last freaking straw! Adrien thought as he tried to get his emotions back under control. He felt Plagg press against him and hide a smile. If I didn’t have Plagg, Chloe and my lady to help me, I don’t know what I would be. Probably broken beyond all points by now, if I didn’t have Plagg and my lady to inspire me I wouldn’t have snuck out on that second day to school. Adrien thought as he accepted a cup of water from Marinette and smiled at her before he drank it, not seeing her blush or her parents grin as Louise chuckled at the byplay.

#miraculous: tales of ladybug & cat noir adrien Fanfiction #ml fic #miraculous au #miraculous tales of ladybug and cat noir #adrien x marinette #chloe redemption #lila bashing #lila rossi bashing #mlb sugar #mlb fic #mlb fandom #Miraculous Ladybug AU/ The Law is The Law

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thephantomofthe-internet · 6 years ago

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Not Your Type 2

Steve Harrington x Reader

Read the first part HERE

Word Count: 5,651

Warnings: Swearing

Authors note: You want it, I found a way to do it! Sorry if I came off mean at first about doing a sequel, comments that are purely asking for sequels to fics are really disheartening because I get all excited about a comment and then it just feels like a demand for more with nothing else. But I found a thing I like so here ya are! Thanks to everyone who read part 1, I hope you like part 2 too!!!

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It took him a full twenty-four hours to call. You suffered through the whole sleepover at Robin’s, filled with ‘I told you so’s’ and holding back her hair when she puked from a bad combination of sour belts and malt whiskey. She nearly puked on the lavender trumpet sleeves you’d lovingly built for Juliet herself and you nearly killed her. You’d never bolted out of her house faster and back to your own, only a block away, to check your messages.

Unfortunately, there were none to check. You were insanely disappointed. But you held out hope, you had nowhere to be with the demon child’s parents taking him to the zoo for the day. You spent half the day cooped up in the living room on your couch, switching positions every thirty minutes and watching everything your tiny selection of TV channels, watching soap operas and the news and b movies from the fifties and reruns. You ate sparingly, flipped through every magazine on your coffee table, you found a great dress to recreate once you were done the Juliet dress, you did your makeup and then took it off-anything to fill the time.

And then, at five o’clock on the dot, he called.

Every phone call that had come through all day, you waited at least two rings on before answering. Both your parents worked full time, so you were free all day to do nothing. But with your mother home since four, you were risking her answering, so you pounced on the phone. You were glad that the first call the house had gotten was him, it meant that you could finally ignore the phone.

“Hello?”

“Hey, is this Y/N?” Steve asked. He sounded so nervous and awkward; he probably expected to get an older sibling or parent. He was trying so hard to sound polite. It was a little bit adorable. Just a little.

“Hey, Steve, what’s up?” you asked with a chuckle. The corded phone in the living room only reached so far, so you pulled the recliner’s matching stool to you with your foot and sat down again, resting your elbows on your knees and your head in your hands.

“Hey! Nothing much, how was Robin’s place?” Across town, Steve was fully laid down in bed, clutched his own phone to his ear. It had taken him all day to buck up the courage to make the call-he didn’t want to get your mom or some sibling he hadn’t heard about yet by mistake, that would be embarrassing and weird. He’d slowly given up on trying to be popular, but part of him wanted to live up to others expectations of him.

“About as fun as always. I half-watched Carrie for the fourteenth time and held back her hair after she drank too much and threw up. Party of the century...” you replied with an awkward laugh. You felt weird about making fun of Robin to Steve, but he laughed all the same and you didn’t want to seem totally lame and boring. In actuality, the night was boring and uneventful. You threw handfuls of popcorn at Robin’s younger brother Kyle when he tried to bust in all creepy. You hemmed a dress. You ate dinner with Robin’s mom. Nothing insanely eventful. Even the puking was fairly normal; Robin couldn’t hold her whisky despite her love for the stuff.

“No pillow fights and practising kissing?” Steve asked. He felt gross about it, especially knowing Robin, but he did it anyway. Maybe you’d laugh. Or say something snarky and cool.

You giggled, rolling your eyes “No, not really?” you replied, your tone turning up into a question. You couldn’t tell if he was serious. You hoped it wasn’t.

“No? Oh well...you’ll have to have one with me next time. Way more fun.” Steve propped his head up on his race car themed pillow.

“I generally like to have a guy take me out on a date before I start planning sleepovers with them...” you twisted the coiled cord around your finger, looking down the hall to ensure that your mother wasn’t listening from the kitchen, or worse on the other line getting the full conversation. Luckily, she had her ABBA cassette on blast as she cooked in the kitchen, mouthing the words to dancing queen into her slotted spoon.

“Well, then I’ll have to take you out then, what’re you doing tonight?” Steve asked, checking the time. It was only five fifteen, he had all night to see you.

“Nothing much, where’re you taking me?” you asked. You’d need at least an hour, to wash your hair and change your clothes. And that was just to look less sweaty and awful, to be at the level you’d like to be for a date you’d need at least another hour.

“How about I pick you up at eight and I take you to this diner I know and we get some food. And then we can drive around for a bit, nothing crazy.” Steve offered out, trying to not sound meek and weird. He was not exactly proud of the half-assed plan, but it would work for now.

“I think I can make that work...I’ll see you at eight at 1245 Orchid Lane, alright?” you said, grinning giddily. Steve bid his goodbyes and you hung up, rushing upstairs to take a shower. You scrubbed your hair rigorously, filling your private bathroom with the scent of artificial roses. You wanted the scent to linger in your hair as long as possible, even though you were going to put perfume over top. You knew that perfume never lasted as long as a man’s cologne, so you wanted to make sure you still smelt good. You scrubbed your body in strawberry body wash and scrubbed your face in apricot face scrub. You turned off the water fast and jumped out of the shower, pulling on a massive ‘Hawkins High’ tee shirt.

“Y/N! Robin’s here!” your mother called from downstairs, clearly annoyed by your not telling her that someone was coming over for dinner.

“Send her up!” you replied, pulling your baby pink hairdryer from the lowest drawer of your vanity and plugging it in, blasting your hair with hot air and using a rounded brush to build some waves in your hair.

“Harrington called.” Robin mused with a smirk as she walked into your room, plopping herself on your twin bed.

“He called. He’s taking me out. You got one right, bask in the glow or whatever.” You huffed, talking over the roar of the hairdryer.

“And we’re doing our hair...interesting...” Robin replied, examining her short nails and their chipped black paint.

You turned to her with a scoff “I do my hair for every date. Unless I have no time, I always try to bring a bit of glamour to the equation.” Robin chuckled at that, reaching for the Seventeen magazine on your nightstand. “Well, if they’re going to take me out, they should get a bit of a show, shouldn’t they?”

“Whatever you say...” Robin said “But I’m sure Steve isn’t putting in this much effort.”

Robin was wrong. The second he got off the phone, he rushed to start his own process. He had just washed his hair the day before, but the Steve Harrington hair process took a bit of effort and time. And his hair needed to be damp. So he rushed to get it wet under the bathroom sink, running water into his palms and then his fingers through his hair. He repeated the motion over and over again, until he deemed his hair wet enough. Then went in the Farrah Fawcett spray and the fluffing and preening until it was the right height and shape. He thought about calling Robin for help. He felt completely out of his depths with you: you were still an enigma to him, confusing and strange and hard to discern. One moment you were bitchy and snarky and the next you were funny and supportive. He couldn’t gauge where he sat with you. Sure, you’d agreed to this date with him, you even seemed excited, but that didn’t mean that he was in the clear with you. You could turn on him again. He wanted to be sure that this would go okay. But Robin might not know, or worse she’d tell you and you’d laugh at him. He couldn’t handle that.

He put his focus on choosing something to wear, something that wouldn’t look like it too much effort and yet came off attractive.

Back in your bedroom, you were freaking out. And Robin wasn’t helping. She had taken to pulling clothes from your closet to laugh at. It was like she wanted to stress you out. You tried to keep your focus on the tiny foam tipped applicator brush between your fingers, smudging very light peach eye shadow over your lids. You’d already filled in your eyebrows and put on the faintest amount of blush, to look flushed but not caked with makeup.

Robin sauntered behind you, holding up a teddy bear themed knit sweater with a cheeky grin. “I think this would be perfect for your date with Harrington.” She giggled, bouncing the material up and down behind your head.

You scoffed, rolling your eyes as you tried to apply some mascara to your lashes. “Yeah, that’s a no.” You muttered, jabbing the wand back into its pot and pulling it out to force more product onto the brush, swiping it thoroughly through your lashes till they looked defined enough for your liking. You reached into the cup you’d filled with various lip glosses and lipsticks, digging through to find the cherry flavour you wanted. It was just pink enough to look defined on your face, but it wouldn’t stain the skin if you made out with him. Not that you were planning to make out with him. Just a precaution.

But it wasn’t in the cup. You whipped around to glare at Robin, who’d returned to your closet, examining a costume from the regional theatre’s production of Sweet Charity, which you’d snagged before the theatre snatched up all your hard work to keep in their vaults. “Did you borrow my cherry lip gloss?” you snapped.

Robin turned to you briefly, deadpan “Why on earth would I touch your lip gloss?” she asked, her voice completely monotone. You knew she didn’t touch the stuff. You were just stressed out.

“Damn...it was my favourite one...” you sighed, turning back to the mirror, choosing two lesser glosses and deciding between vanilla and strawberry flavour. “Hey, while you’re in there, can you dig out my acid wash skirt? The one I hemmed too short, not the knee length one my mom bought.” Robin did a mocking salute before pushing through the hangers roughly. You felt like making a crack about her going back into the closet, but decided it wasn’t couth.

“Y/N! Come down if you’re eating! And bring Robin, she’s too skinny!” your mother called from the stairwell. You got up with a sigh, grabbing Robin’s wrist as she threw the skirt on your messy bed. You picked at your dinner nervously, unsure if eating would be beneficial to you or if it would just make you look bloated. Across town, Steve ate cold pizza while standing in the fridge. Neither one of you were exactly focused on eating, simply on killing time before they had to meet one another.

Once you were able to excuse yourself, Robin left you to panic on your own and you went back to getting ready. Time flew by much faster with Robin not looming behind you, you were able to relax again as you dressed and painted your nails. Your tight denim skirt and white imitation silk blouse weren’t exactly comfortable, but you looked good and when you saw Steve’s car pull up to your house, you made your break downstairs. You shoved your feet into your white tennis shoes and threw your purse over your shoulder.

“Be back later! Don’t wait up!” you called, yanking open the door. You waved shyly at Steve, who you found waiting outside his car, leaning on the passenger side door. He looked effortlessly cool and confident; he wasn’t even looking at you. You made your way quickly over to the car, muttering a quick hello which he didn’t return. He did come to your side of the car and opened the door for you. That was the first time he looked at you in your whole interaction and he looked...nervous. It only showed in his eyes, but they completely gave him away.

He rushed to his own side again and climbed in, starting the car fast. You sped off a bit too fast out of your street and off into the night. Steve had the radio on low and The Smiths were playing, softly filling the car. You watched him drive, how he slowly began to find himself with his hands on the steering wheel and his eyes on the road. You watched the grin slide onto his lips and the way it lit up his face, how it warmed his eyes and brought a bit of colour to his paled complexion.

“So, where are you taking me here?” you asked, turning to look at him fully. You crossed your right leg over your left, tapping your foot slightly to the melancholic wailing coming from the stereo.

“I know this absolutely awful diner, just the worst. And I figured, since it’s always empty, we’d go there, since its quiet. And hopefully, if all goes to plan, you won’t let me eat there ever again.” He chuckled and you bit back a grin, nodding slowly. With anyone else, having a boy tell you that they were bringing you to a secluded, empty, crappy diner would make you nervous and annoyed, but Steve was so trustworthy. He wouldn’t pull any tricks on you. So you let him drive you to the outskirts of town to a faded, desolate diner off the turnpike, its spinning sign spelling out ‘Benny’s Burgers’.

“Isn’t this the place where the owner killed himself? In like the dining room?” you asked, furrowing your brow.

“No clue.” Steve replied with a shrug. He put the car in park and climbed out easily. You took a breath and followed behind quickly, not wanting to be left behind in the empty, dark, and far too quiet parking lot. Steve held open the door for you and ushered you in quickly to the desolate diner. The bright, white florescent lights hit you like a wall and you went momentarily blind, squinting under their harsh glow. You hadn’t realized how dark it was outside until they smacked you in the face.

Steve found you a booth and you slid in, still not used to the lights. He looked over you, concerned. “You alright over there?” he asked, leaning his elbows on the table as the ancient waitress brought you menus and cups of coffee.

“Just regaining sight, why is it so bright in here?” you asked, rubbing your eyes rigorously.

“No idea, it’s always like this at night.” Steve shrugged easily, flipping open the menu.

“You spend a lot of time here?” you followed his lead, looking over the standard diner fare at the offer.

“Yeah kind of...” Steve muttered, looking up to meet your eye. You nodded, easing him into the rest of the story obviously on the tip of his tongue. “My dad is a big investor in a chain of hardware stores. He’s always off out of town and my mom goes with him most of the time, so I’m on my own a lot. Big empty house, gets quiet. Sometimes I come here.”

You nodded “I get it, kind of...my dad’s never home either. He’s a truck driver, so he’s always gone, driving something somewhere. My mom has a job here now, but before my sister was born, she used to be one too, that’s how they met.” You explained.

“You have a sister?” Steve asked, surprised by the news. He’d hardly heard of you, much less another one in the family.

“Yeah, she’s like seven years older than me. Lives in Kentucky now with her fiancé and their kid. You probably wouldn’t know her, she didn’t live her very long before she graduated and moved out.” You replied. Steve looked confused, so you added “I didn’t move here till like fourth grade, super late into the year.”

Suddenly, Steve’s face lit up into a look of pure realization “I totally remember you now!” he slapped the table. You raised an eyebrow, cocking your head to the side. Steve pulled his hand off the table, pushing himself into the back of the seat shamefully “From school, I mean...” he added.

“Oh yeah?” you chuckled awkwardly. There were two options here: one was embarrassing, the other flashy and cool. You were really hoping he remembered the cool thing, not the awkward one.

“Yeah! You were in my gym class that year, you totally yakked on the gym floor on like the first day!” he cried with a laugh. You felt your whole face turn beet red and you turned away, utterly embarrassed. You hated that memory; it made you feel so small. You were so nervous that day and the cafeteria had accidently served milk out of date, it was a recipe for disaster.

“Everyone called me puke face for like a year...” you muttered. That shut him up quick. Steve’s laughter died in his throat and he coughed to clear it, rubbing the back of his neck, heat rises up his skin.

“That sucks, man...” he said awkwardly, floundering for something to say to fix the moment. He found what he was looking for quickly. “If it makes you feel better, like a year later I ripped my pants in front of like the whole school at one of the big assemblies, Tommy never let me live it down.”

You smiled sadly “Yeah I remember, I laughed my ass off about your Spider Man undies.” This made Steve blush, which was cute. But a bit of bitter bile came up in the back of your throat and you let the words it carried with it out thoughtlessly. “But mostly I remembered the way your butt was the gossip of the school for the rest of the year. I was puke girl after what I did, but you were just hotter.”

Steve frowned “I mean, that’s not completely true: all the guys gave me the same amount people gave you. And the puke thing wore off after Ricky Scott got stuck on that chain in the woods and had to be rescued by the fire department.” He argued, crossing your arms over your chest.

“The difference is that you had people on your side. You had Carol and Macy and Tina all telling the boys to stop. The right people. Anyone who stood up for me was shamed too, it was too much of a risk. And Ricky was left in that tree by Tommy H and Chris Samuels. Nothing would’ve happened to him if they had stayed to help him.” You fired back quickly.

Steve opened his mouth to speak, but shut it again. What could he argue? That it wasn’t a competition? He was battling against the hurtful memory of yours he’d brought up. He wouldn’t pretend that he didn’t call you that behind your back, that he didn’t laugh when people made fun of you to your face. He was a bad guy, he knew that. He was trying to be better now. And that meant, in that moment, to shut up.

You sighed, releasing the anger. You shouldn’t have brought up any of it anyway. You had let most of it go, that little bit was the last of it that remained. “But nobody really remembers puke girl now, except for you, I guess. I lived it down.” You said offhandedly. Steve nodded, his mind elsewhere, trying to figure out how to fix this.

“But you know who’ll never like her nickname down?” you asked. Steve didn’t respond, but you said it anyway. “Carol.”

“Carol didn’t have a nickname.” Steve muttered, clearly annoyed by the mention of her name. He really didn’t like Carol, not after what she said about Nancy way back when they were just starting out.

“Oh yes she did. Everyone called her period head in sixth grade. She got her period in Mr. Fitz’s history class and after that everyone called her period head, cause her hair matched her jeans.” You giggled at the memory. Karma was sweet: Carol was the worst about your cruel nickname, having her deal with the same embarrassment for a year was sweet revenge.

“Nobody called her that after seventh grade, when Tommy beat up Anthony Parks.” Steve countered, leaning on the table. You’d piqued his interest just a bit. Or maybe it was your smile. You looked so happy in the moment, it was hard to ignore.

“You and your friends might not have, but mine did. After she pushed Amanda Peats down the stairs in freshman year, we all started calling her that in silent protest. Amanda’s boyfriend, Arnold took care of actually going after Carol for it, and getting his ass handed to him by Tommy for it. Whenever we talk about Carol, she’s still period head.” You said a bit too proudly.

Steve nodded, taking a sip of his coffee. Your waitress had returned and you couldn’t even remember what you had ordered as you handed back your menus, your focus solely on Steve and his pensive, thoughtful look. You didn’t think you’d ever seen him look pensive in your life.

“So, wait, what did your friends call me?” he asked, setting the mug down.

You scrunched up your face thoughtfully “Oh different people called you different things...Harrington, the hair, I know the whole soprano section of the Hawkins High choir called you heart stopper Harrington. My friends alternated between Harrington and that douche.” You replied.

Steve nodded “Sounds about right, I knew about the heart stopper thing. Don’t know where it came from.”

“You went to see the choir in junior year.” Steve shook his head, looking at you like you were crazy. “No you did, I remember I was there too, I went to see Robin perform with the band and you were there in the third row. You had detention or something, forced to see the show. You smiled at Tammy Thompson and she about near fainted. That’s where the nickname came from.”

Realization washed over his face “I had to go cause Ms. Seymour gave me detention for skipping drama like four times in a row.” He added quietly before turning to you, wide eyed “How do you remember all this stuff?”

You found yourself blushing again, looking down at your lap “I don’t really know...I guess my life has just happened in parallel to your for awhile and I never noticed that it was weird till now.” You said shyly.

Steve smiled cheekily “I like it.”

You rolled you eyes, trying not to smile back “Well that’s cause you’re an egomaniac.” Steve laughed at that and you watched him for a second. A piece of his puffed up coif had fallen into his eyes and his eyes crinkled up at the edges when he laughed. You wished freak Byers was wandering around with his camera, taking his creeper shots. You wouldn’t have a copy of this moment.

When he finally recovered and your food arrived, Steve looked you over, watching you for signs of discontent. He’d already fucked up once and you finally seemed to be happy again, he didn’t want to ruin it. But he had one moment he wanted to recount with you.

“I remember you for one more thing, you know...” he said softly, building a large pile with his corned beef hash, using the sides of his fork to mix everything together.

“Oh yeah? What’s that?” you asked, leaning your head on your palm, watching him lazily.

“You were in my drama class in junior year. It was the sophomore class, cause I didn’t have the credits for the junior one and I needed a class that I couldn’t fail.” He said confidently.

You nodded slowly “That all?” It wasn’t exactly a deep memory, it hardly had anything to do with you, just a glimpse of your life happening far in the background of his.

Steve swallowed. This was the part that could hurt him, he didn’t know how you’d take it. “No, I remember one more thing. We had to do monologues for our final. I don’t remember most of them, because they were shit. But I remember yours. You did this one from some Shakespeare play and I just remember how...beautiful you liked. Seymour insisted on having everyone stand under the spotlight on the stage in the cafeteria. And you were up there, and your hair looked so pretty under the lights, and you seemed so...confident. You were the only one who seemed confident about anything. You did the best job.” He explained.

You demurred. This was not the amazing moment you wanted to remember. That moment was really insignificant in your life. You preferred backstage work, you move onto crew quickly. Nobody else thought that scene was good, everyone liked Kristy McNeel’s scene better, she did the monologue about Santa killing her mom so naturally it was popular.

But you didn’t say any of that, though.

“You remember that?” you asked softly, almost in a whisper. You suddenly felt very seen and very shy.

“Yeah, it was cool! You did like Romeo and Juliet or something. I didn’t really get what you were saying, but you sounded so dreamy and sweet. And then I actually met you and-”

“And I was a massive bitch, sorry about that...” it was your turn to be embarrassed and awkward. You reached up to run your fingers through the side of your hair, destroying the styling you’d done in one awkward movement.

“It’s cool, I was a douche like all of the time you knew me, it evens out.” Steve shrugged “So wait, what do you think? Did my reviews live up?” he gestured wide towards the empty seating around you.

You chuckled “Well...yeah kind of.” Steve chuckled, shaking his head. “But I can see why you’d want to come here sometimes. It’s peaceful in a way.” The diner wasn’t insanely loud, but it wasn’t dead silent. You could hear the hum of the radio in the kitchen, the distant chattering of your waitress and the cook in the back, the jukebox in the corner looked absolutely desperate to be played. When combined, it wasn’t bad company. Add in the sound of your forks scraping plates and the cups hitting the table and a good book and this place could feel like home.

“Plus it’s open really late.” Steve added thoughtlessly. You raised an eyebrow at him curiously. Steve swallowed hard, his throat turning dry. “I have a bit of insomnia.” It wasn’t a complete lie, he just didn’t give any reasoning behind it. He could rationalize holding back information, it made things easier.

You pursed your lips, nodding your head back and forth “I guess that’s good then, good to have somewhere to go.” You decided. “But you know what this means, right? Now I know your hiding place. Robin has been trying to figure out where you go besides your house, work, the arcade with Henderson, and the occasional party. Now I know, I could sell you out to her in a second.”

“Don’t you dare! That girl has been trying to get me to go to a Chicago concert with her for the past week and a half! Do you know how much Chicago sucks? If she knew where I hid from her I’d never hear the end of it.” Steve pleaded jokingly.

“Oh she’s on you about that too? I won’t go see it with her either! I saw them once, with my mom when I was ten, and it sucked ass. I won’t do it again. I can’t believe she’s bugging you about it now!” you moaned, shaking her head as the image of Robin heckling Steve over the counter at Family Video to come to the dumb concert filled your mind and made you cringe. Poor guy, Robin was persistent about those sorts of things too, he probably never heard the end of it.

“It’s not so bad; if it was like three towns over I’d go see it with her, but it’s right in Carmel, people will see me there.” Steve said.

“Oh, and I thought you were over caring about your rep in this town?” you asked cheekily, swatting his arm.

“A man’s gotta put his foot down somewhere. I choose to not be seen at Chicago concerts with girls who I’m not dating.” Steve answered truthfully. Your waitress brought over your check and cleared your half-eaten food away before either of you could pretend to want to take it home. Steve dropped two twenties on the check before you could even attempt to pull your wallet from your purse.

“So, and correct me if I’m wrong, but you’re saying that you’d be seen at a Chicago concert if the girl was putting out.” You asked with a giggle. The logic was so stupid, you had to laugh.

“Pretty much, you ready to blow this place?” he offered you his hand and you took it happily, letting him pull you up and walk you out of the diner. It was nice; his hands were warm and enveloped yours easily. You found yourself gravitating towards the heat his body gave off. And he smelt good, like good cologne and hairspray and something else, maybe laundry detergent? Whatever it was, it made the smell utterly intoxicating. You wanted to be wrapped up in that smell and that warmth.

Steve drove you home in comfortable silence, your hand held in his and your gazes switching from each other to the road ahead and back again. You felt giddy and drunk. You really liked him. That was weird to think, that you liked Steve. You remembered making fun of him with your friends in school, joking about how dumb his hair is and how stupid he was. But now...now, you saw something different in him. How self-aware he was, how focused he was. He was just a big old dork with money and a cool car and more than an ounce of charm.

You liked that he was a dork. It made him more approachable.

Steve already liked you. He knew that he liked you the second he saw you smile in Burger in a Basket the day before. He didn’t want you to stop smiling. You were too pretty to not smile. And you were smart and funny and you paid attention to people, to him. He wasn’t used to that. Nancy didn’t pay attention to him, especially after Christmas. He always paid attention to the girls he dated, especially Nancy, but you? You matched his attention at every move. It was flattering. But it was also nice to feel as though his effort was matched by yours. It made him feel wanted.

“You know...in that drama class, I had a massive crush on you...” you whispered softly, running your thumb over his knuckles. There were scarred and jagged from some events you weren’t a part of. You wanted to know the stories behind the scars, the fights he’d won or probably lost. Everyone already knew that he lost a fight to Billy Hargrove, expected, and Jonathan Byers, very unexpected and kind of embarrassing.

“Yeah?” Steve muttered back, his expression softening.

“Yeah...I mean you were so cool and charming...it was hard not to like you. But I did fall out of it quick enough. You’re a terrible actor.” You chuckled, brushing a strand of hair out of your hair, grinning up at him. Steve scoffed dramatically, rolling his eyes with a wide smirk.

“No, I’m serious you’re awful! You did that scene from A Streetcar Named Desire, which I’m sure Seymour chose for you since you were never there, and you were awful! You didn’t even know what you were saying!” You cried. Steve shook his head, laughing along with you. He pulled up to your house, parking outside.

The pair of you stared at one another for a moment, the laughter dying out in both your throats and your eyes locking onto one another. You weren’t sure what to do, but you couldn’t look away. You watched as Steve’s eyes flicked to your lips and yours did the same. You couldn’t tell who kissed who first, but you knew that Steve was a really good kisser. Top five at least, maybe even top three. He was firm and slightly aggressive. He kissed you like it was his last moment on earth and he needed to savour it. He set your whole body on fire in a single moment.

Steve broke away first, but you pulled him back fast, pulling him to your chest and letting his hands run up your back and to your hips. The gear shift was in your way, but it was clear that Steve wanted you even closer. You wanted him closer too.

When you broke away again, your chest heaving in breaths, you nodded to Steve with a small smirk “Wanna go to your place?” you asked slowly, drinking him in.

Steve’s eyes darkened and he swallowed hard, nodding hard. He shifted the car into drive and slammed the gas, sending you flying back in your seat and laughing loudly.

This was going to be a fun night.

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ladyfawkes · 5 years ago

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This work originally written for Rapunzel Appreciation Week, Day Two prompt of “Sunshine”. Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Tangled (2010), Rapunzel's Tangled Adventure (Cartoon) Rating: Mature Word count: 2443 Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Eugene Fitzherbert | Flynn Rider/Rapunzel Characters: Rapunzel (Disney), Eugene Fitzherbert | Flynn Rider Additional Tags: Sexy Times, Short One Shot, Fluff and Mush Summary:

It's Corona's worst thunderstorm in literal years, and it's currently pouring buckets outside. As Captain Fitzherbert arrives back at the palace from his daily morning rounds, he is told by his new wife that the rest of the day is theirs to have.....Court had been canceled as they couldn't have people waiting outside in the rain.

Eugene cannot wait!!! He and Rapunzel's duties had amped up exponentially since they'd come home from their epic 3-month honeymoon. During the past 4 months, they'd barely had any intimate time together at all.

What, exactly, does his sweet wife have in mind? Two words: PILLOW FORT!!!!! Full fic included under the jump.

The day had dawned dark and rainy, that in itself being unusual for Corona. Naturally, Rapunzel always had particular worry for Corona’s guards now that her new husband had been made Captain nearly a year ago. What made this particular storm more dangerous is that it was a thunderstorm. And having a thunderstorm as close to the water as Corona meant it was bound to have more than its fair share of lightning. The guards were always in far more danger during a thunderstorm than the average Coronan citizen, given that they wore so much metal; metal armor, metal helmets, and had metal weaponry. By 10AM, Court had been canceled for the day when it became apparent that the rain wasn’t going to stop and it simply wasn’t safe for the people to queue up outside. Eugene never missed his patrols, though. Rain or shine, light or dark, he was there -- reliable as clockwork. He shocked a lot of people with just how smoothly he slipped into and assumed his new role as Captain. That’s not to say he didn’t also have his fill of trifle, finicky, and annoying minutiae about being Captain. The Guard had just recently brought on dozens of new recruits. About half the current guard contingent was due to age out in the next few years and Eugene saw this as the perfect opportunity to give the entire system a much needed overhaul. After Rapunzel had been crowned queen, she naturally gave Eugene her blessing with anything and everything he needed. And although training never went as smoothly as he hoped, Eugene had never stopped coming up with ways to become more efficient, faster, better, stronger. And Eugene never expected more from anybody than he expected of himself. Considering Rapunzel’s amped up queen duties in combination with Eugene’s amped up Captain duties, they had seen precious little of each other since their spectacular three-month honeymoon. Neither one of them had found time just yet to have trained a proper assistant or protégé, so until they could find a proper rhythm and people who could reasonably run the show when they needed to step away, they were the sole persons responsible for their respective occupations. Rapunzel was quite lucky that her father was still willing to step in during a pinch. Eugene had no such luxury, however. He’d been having a devil of a time finding a willing and able second-in-command. As such, he hadn’t really had much of a break since they’d returned from their honeymoon. Not that he’d complain too much to her. He was just being his same loving self with Rapunzel, during the small times they actually did get to be with each other, giving 80-85% of the conversation time to his ‘darling wifey’ and all of her concerns and worries. Eugene stepped into the castle foyer around 10:30 AM with a flourish, saying, “Whew!! It’s certainly been a soaking wet morning!!” If anybody deserved a respite right now, it was her hard-working dripping wet husband. He removed his bicorne hat and poured the rain off of it back outside before allowing the servants to close the doors behind him. The Captain had been absolutely drenched, gratefully allowing the footmen to take his hat, cloak, coat, and his riding boots and stockings; then he slipped on an offered dressing gown and into some warm slippers. “Thank you, everyone!” said Eugene, who was clearly relieved to have their care and attention. Then Rapunzel was present to hand him a warm towel so he could dry his hands, face, and hair. She noticed in particular the rivulet that ran down Eugene’s perfect nose; its slope was just right for its own tiny waterfall whenever liquid streamed down his face. Eugene was now speaking into the towel about the goings-on of his morning as he mopped up his face. “Ah!” he said as he put a still-damp arm over Rapunzel’s shoulders, “that’s more like it!” Rapunzel next handed him a steaming cup of tea which he also accepted gratefully. He and Rapunzel walked toward their bedroom suite. So hypnotized by Eugene’s nose was Rapunzel, that after he finished taking a sip of tea, she had reached right over and booped his nose. As he was mid-sentence and her gesture was completely unexpected, Eugene stopped in his tracks and turned to gaze at her with a quizzical smile on his face. “Now what was that all about?” Rapunzel grinned cheesily and mysteriously replied, “Hmmm….I guess you’ll just have to see!” and then she skipped a little down the corridor, emitting a high-pitched giggle, with a very amused and intrigued Eugene in tow. Rapunzel may have been a queen and his wife by now, but she was still so charmingly….herself. When they got to the suite, he could see some changes had been made in his absence.Their huge bed and nearly all of the furniture in the room had been shifted over closer to the giant fireplace to better avail themselves of its warmth. Just about every inch of furniture had been draped in some type of sheet, duvet, or comforter. The corners had been weighted down by heavy cushions, poufs, and pillows. “What’s all this for?” Eugene asked in wonderment. Tall standing candelabras also circled the outside, lighted wicks casting the otherwise storm-darkened room in a soft rosy glow. Rapunzel excitedly lifted up one side of the bed-blanket bungalow she’d created and let him see inside. It was a rather impressive space, if she said so herself, and she wanted to rattle off to Eugene how she’d engineered it to make sure the center wouldn’t fall in while they were inside, but that would require explaining lots of math with which Eugene was not familiar. Point being….she was proud of it, and her grin showed this pride even more with the way Eugene was looking around at it all. “On rainy days, Pascal and I used to make pillow forts next to the fireplace. It was so very drafty in the--t--uh, the old place, with only that one small fire in a huge fireplace, and Pascal and I would have to make the fire wood last for insanely lengthy amounts of time.” The word ‘tower’ had basically become a taboo word in their personal lexicon, so they did their best to avoid saying it. “So this is a pillow fort, eh?” said Eugene, his smile getting larger and larger as he looked at the pillows and cushions bunched around inside the blanketed big top. Just outside the entrance lay platters of hot tea, hot cider, and their respective favorite snack foods and sweets. Eugene reached over and snagged a cupcake piled high with blue and pink swirled icing and a cherry in the center. Rapunzel nodded excitedly. Even now, going on four years later, she and Eugene were still having fun sharing with one another the various things they’d each missed out on due to their respective limited childhoods. “I’ve heard of these things,” Eugene said, a huge grin across his features, “I’ve just...never seen them. We never had pillows and almost never had blankets at the orphanage.” Of course, Rapunzel had known this….and that’s why she thought it would be the perfect rainy day to show Eugene that you could just as easily huddle together for fun during inclement weather rather than merely out of necessity or desperation. Eugene despised heavy rain almost as much as he hated snow. So Rapunzel was determined to make this a great indoors day he’d never forget. “I only have one question,” said Rapunzel, her hand hovering over the tie of his dressing gown. Eugene’s look of boyish wonder switched instantly to one of the intrigued fox….. “Ask,” he replied, an arching eyebrow disappearing under his still-damp hair. “Do you want to shower together now or after, ah, tea time?” inquired Rapunzel. “‘Tea time’, huh?” echoed Eugene, a grin threatening to erupt across his face. “Is that what we’re calling it now?” he teased. Rapunzel playfully slugged him and coyly turned away, saying, “Maybe…” Eugene considered for real this time, “Well, I’ve got to go back out on patrols in three-ish hours so…” he stopped when he saw Rapunzel shaking her head. “...no?” “I’ve instructed Nigel and Max to cancel all of your duties -- and mine -- for the rest of the day. They were only too happy to agree. Apparently, uh, your men have been complaining endlessly to them about how you’ve turned into a complete grouch recently.” Eugene smacked his forehead. “And here I thought I was doing well covering for it.” “Turns out the whole palace knows that despite our best efforts, our new respective duties have pulled us away from one another too much lately. When Faith and Nigel saw what I was wanting to do with the furniture in here…..and how I’d ordered our schedules cleared, welllllll…” “Say no more,” said Eugene, as he set down his empty tea cup and as-yet-untouched cupcake. By the time Rapunzel had turned around to face him again, he had stripped down completely and was now standing next to what was left of his soaking wet clothes. Rapunzel bit back on the giggle she felt, upon seeing how quickly Eugene had availed himself to her, once he learned they could just play the rest of the day. It was just so darn adorable seeing him standing there, buck naked, now sporting his most eager puppy-eyed face. He had clearly missed her even more than she had missed him and thus required zero encouragement. But she was still gonna make this even more fun nonetheless….. Rapunzel donned her doe-eyed sexy face and slowly sauntered up to him, reached around his back, and oh-so-lightly dragged her middle fingertip up Eugene’s spine. The whole time, she still held his gaze. He shivered and his nipples instantly hardened more than they already were. Rapunzel then slowly continued following the line past his spine, just as lightly following the line between his cheeks with her pinky. Eugene inhaled deeply as his adept wife carefully built his anticipation...as well as his erection. He reached out to undress her…..yet she danced out of the way. “Ah, ah,” she admonished playfully, “not yet!” She reached for the table behind him and grabbed the cupcake he’d chosen earlier, again darting out of his considerable reach as he tried to catch her. Rapunzel carefully pulled out the cupcake paper, broke off a small piece of cupcake, and said, “As long as you promise to behave, I’ll share some cupcake with you,” she said coyly. Eugene pretended to pout for a time but Rapunzel held firm, slowly feeding small morsels of cupcake to herself as they spoke, enrapturing him even further. It didn’t take long before Eugene caved again….anything to get her closer to him….. Then Rapunzel fed the cupcake to Eugene and as she did, she “slipped” and smeared some of the pastel frosting across his face. “Oopsie!” she demurred, biting the side of her lip, and blinking her long eyelashes up at him. He smirked…..and suddenly grabbed Rapunzel’s right hand, saying, “Here, let me help you with that,” and proceeded to artfully lick the cupcake-and-icing-coated fingers of her right hand. Eugene carefully started with both tips of her first and second fingers, lightly massaging his tongue back and forth between them, ending with a swirling motion and light suction, and nibbling at the web between her two fingers. It was such a perfect simulation of what he’d done with her on their wedding night that she nearly abandoned her plans right there. But!! She was determined to see this through….in the best way, of course. Eugene stood back, complete with Cheshire grin in all his nude glory, prepared to playfully gloat over how easily he’d caused Rapunzel to lose her composure. “Now,” his wife said, “it’s my turn to assist you,” she insisted, and she abruptly threw her arms around Eugene’s neck. Instantly, he threw out his arms to catch her as she leapt off the floor and would’ve pulled them both to the tile, had it not been for Eugene’s quick reflexes. “Whoa!!” he exclaimed. Now situated right where she’d planned, Rapunzel turned toward Eugene, and proceeded to carefully lick off the icing she’d smeared on his face. “You little cheater!” he exclaimed with delight, and he held her to him even tighter. “Only because,” -lick- “you cheated” -swirly-lick- “first!!” and she gave a sucking-kissy-lick as a finishing flourish. “Just for that, I’m taking your dressing gown, naughty girl,” and before Rapunzel knew it, she was standing in front of him, wearing her adorable blue nighty…..and only the nighty. Eugene had magic hands, in that he could make items of clothing disappear faster than Rapunzel could blink. “So,” he said huskily, “a dressing gown and nighty is all you were wearing when you came to greet me once I came back?” She circled his arms around her. “Yes,” blinked a sloe-eyed Rapunzel, as she had linked hands with Eugene and held their hands behind her back. “That’s…..hot,” he said, unlinking hands with Rapunzel in order to embrace her, that almost-grin hiding behind his eyes. “Actually, it was unsurprisingly cold,” quipped Rapunzel, who was only half-joking. Eugene threw back his head and laughed in spite of himself. “Go ahead, laugh!” Rapunzel said with feigned indignation. “My nipples and pleasure-boat are now half-frozen,” she pouted. “Oh no, tut tut tut,” Eugene clicked his tongue and shook his head. “That simply will not do! We must warm them!” He pointed toward the ceiling, saying, “Corona will never have a frigid queen as long as I’m around!” he declared proudly. Now it was Rapunzel who threw back her head and laughed. Eugene reached down and placed one hand on either side of the hem of Rapunzel’s nighty, looked her in the eyes and said, “May I?” She grabbed his wrists and tugged them upward in reply and quickly the little blue nighty joined their dressing gowns and Eugene’s sopping wet clothing on the floor. At last, they climbed into the epic pillow fort and Rapunzel got to show Eugene just how amazing life could be during inclement weather--as long as you had decent lodgings and even better company. And Eugene got to remind her just how warm and happy her pleasure boat could get, as long as she brought along a personal hot rock….. @s-vnshiine @gleamful-lanterns @eugeneismyqueen @autumn-ravenclaw

#Rapunzel Appreciation Week #Rapunzel & Eugene #tangled fanfiction #one-shot #mega-fluff #sunshine

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bespectacled-panda · 4 years ago

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after seeing dumpywoof’s post I was inspired to do a tier list of my own!!! and boy howdy do I have some hot takes of the century it turns out,,,

the seasons are more or less organized in descending order within the same row as well (e.g. MC 4 > MC 5). also, shamefully copying dumpywoof & putting a detailed & overly verbose explanation for each season:

S Tier

Terraria 3: For me, absolutely nothing compares to Terraria 3. No other season combines such perfect participant dynamics with such heart-wrenching drama—not to mention the existence of Team New Kids who make me cry on a daily basis, or the incredible fake twist ending. It would be a sin to put this season anywhere but alone at the very top. Also props for being the only (1 of 2) post-show that actually includes all of the cast.

A Tier

Minecraft 4: This is the best season for shenanigans alone, hands-down. It’s largely just the participants shooting the shit together, especially in the latter half of the season when it gets down to just the four of them. & I have a huge soft spot for men being wholesomely foolish together I suppose, so here it goes fhdhfhd.

Minecraft 5: To be honest, I have not seen this season since it released, which is a crime, I know, I’m sorry :orb: But I remember it being very very good, & I cannot imagine my taste will have changed that dramatically in just a few years, so. in truth, this one might be actually better than MC 4, but as I have not seen it in many years I can’t say that for certain. Either way, though, it’s definitely one of the best seasons out there.

MineZ 1: To me, MineZ 1 is the reverse of MC 4: low on shenanigans & high on drama. It’s pre-Todd era, but the editing in this one is honestly Todd-level, I would say. It’s so incredibly tense, especially the scene with McJones & PBG trying to escape the caves, and I feel like the sheer stress of it all brought out a new side of a lot of the participants, most notably Dean—who sounded genuinely agonized at times. A very very quality season all around, IMO.

Terraria 2: This season probably objectively deserves to be B tier, but I am it giving A tier for personal bias. I just,,, love the dynamics okay. Jeff & McJones especially made for a killer duo. It was a rare instance of McJones being the funny man himself rather than being the straight man to someone else’s funny man; he was super uncharacteristically goofy & almost borderline flirtatious at times, it really made for some good moments fhdhfjd. Plus then you got McJones solo commentary at the end which I greatly enjoyed. Just,, a very enjoyable season, very mid-HC era, very light & easy to watch, all that good stuff.

Diablo II: Man,,,,this absolutely 100% does not deserve A tier, I know, I’m sorry, but I just can’t bring myself to put it lower. I have A tier love for it :orb: Admittedly, the game is horrendously ugly and confusing to watch, but the shenanigans + the cast dynamics win me over in the end. Paul especially was great in this, & I hope he makes a return someday. Loving fathers Paul & Jirard with their sorceress son McJones making their way through the end-game just cannot be beaten. (Anti-shoutouts to Ross though, I don’t know anything about him, I am sure he is a lovely man, but GOD. WHY DID HE KEEP RUNNING OFF ON HIS OWN & GETTING LOST BUT THEN FORCEFULLY REFUSING HELP,,, ROSS YOU ARE THE WORST DHDHFJDJD)

B Tier

Minecraft 7: Boy,,, this is going to be a controversial take fhhfjdjf. I just don’t know how to explain it, but something about MC7 felt,,,, Very off. I don’t know what it was, just something about the season seemed very,,, almost like you could tell things were falling apart behind the scenes, & they were trying to pull it back together but weren’t quite succeeding. It’s not a bad season in any regards, of course, I just,, don’t enjoy it nearly as much as a lot of others,, it’s missing that crucial spark of life in my opinion,, also Dean leaving to go to work was kind of strange,, I get it, it’s probably difficult to work around his real-life job,, but it felt strange,, he got like temporary immunity. Nothing like that had ever happened before I don’t think. And also they never even explained why Dean wasn’t there for like three episodes fjdjfjhd,,

Minecraft 3: God I feel like I just keep digging myself into a deeper & deeper hole here fhsjfjd,,, but man, I did like MC3 to be honest. It wasn’t the best season, it kind of went nowhere, but I liked the cast & there was a lot of good funnymoments. Smooth & Shane were very good guests who I feel like really rounded out the season, & Jontron did not come off as terribly overbearing as I believe that he has in other seasons. Overall, pretty decent, I’d say.

C Tier

Minecraft 2: MC 2 & MC 3 are very similar, but I think MC 2 is slightly worse, both in terms of entertainment & cast. NCS & Kyrak did not hit like Smooth & Shane did,,, and I feel like just everything that happened in this one was fairly forgettable. I was torn as to whether this should be a B or a C, but I put it here in the end just to drive home that I really don’t like it as much as MC 3, I don’t believe.

Minecraft 6: Oh lord, this is a nuclear take fhdjfjd. Again, this isn’t a bad season at all, it has its good moments, especially Chad & Dodger, they are angels & I love them & want them back. But boy,,, just. Many things went wrong here. None of the twists panned out like,, at all, which I know isn’t necessarily anyone’s fault, the concept of this twist & of twists in general is very good. But it fell so flat here, especially with the revival. There was,, no debate at all about what to do. They hyped it up like they had this big decision to make, but then nobody made any effort to dramatize it at all. It was basically just Dean deciding by himself and everyone just sitting back & letting him. For the record, I have no qualms with the fact that Dodger was revived, I fully agree that she deserved it over McJones, but it was not played well at all IMO,,, I do have to admit, though, with a fair amount of sheepishness, that the thing that most sullies this season for me is McJones’s death. Just,,, his horrible, so so avoidable, insanely early death, coupled with his retirement shortly thereafter & him becoming so jaded with hc that he expressed borderline hostility & hatred towards it just,,, hurts. I kinda don’t wanna see the events of MC 6 now knowing the aftermath. I understand fully that this particular point is not something most people care about to say the least dhfhdjd, but,,, in all honesty, I really don’t have any desire to rewatch this one, as objectively good as it might be. It was a win but it felt like a loss, if that makes sense. Also the post-show lacked all three people I actually wanted to hear from fhdjfjd neither the two people who could’ve been revived nor the actual person who did the reviving were there to share their insight & perspectives on it :pensive:

D Tier

Starbound: man,,, starbound. This is a very mixed bag for me. On one hand, I disagree with people who say that it was boring or that nothing happened, I found it very tense, Todd’s editing had me on edge throughout every episode. But on the other hand,,, man. Very few memorable moments, what even happened in this one,, also I feel like the game mechanics/plot weren’t explained very well, I feel like I remember being vaguely confused all the time as to what was happening. Probably will not ever rewatch either.

Have Not Seen

DayZ: I will not ever be watching this season both because I do not know anything about DayZ & because from what I’ve heard it was an absolute disaster, I’m just not interested in getting involved in that fhdhfjdk

Terraria 1: There’s not really a reason I haven’t watched this one. Just,, I haven’t made my way down to the earliest seasons yet. Although as mentioned before, I have seen a few clips of this season, & Jontron seems to be pretty obnoxious in this one, so I don’t how much I’ll enjoy the parts with him in it, but I definitely do want to watch it someday.

Minecraft 1: The same as Terraria 1, I just happen to not have seen this one by chance. But unlike T1, I am much more looking forward to actually watching it, it seems really good, I want to experience that legendary very first season at last dhdhfjd

MineZ 2: Man,,, many things about the behind-the-scenes of this season make me sort of uncomfortable honestly. Just,,, the visceral second-hand shame & embarrassment of someone in the hc fandom being so rude & bothersome to the cast,, somehow it makes me feel personally responsible even though I didn’t do anything fhdjfj,,, Also,, once again continuing with the trend of me being saddened by McJones expressing dislike for seasons fhdjfjd,, I do recall him saying, regarding this season, something like “I think it would’ve been better if we just never did this,” which,,, ow. That doesn’t make me particularly enthused to watch it fhdjfjd. I probably will end up watching this season someday to be honest, but I’m not looking forward to feeling the cast’s frustration & unhappiness with the situation,, (EDIT: I want to be clear that there is no actual drama surrounding minez 2!!! it is a perfectly fine season, there is nothing wrong with it, it just happens that I personally am bothered by the fact that there was a lot of like,,, frustration coming from the participants regarding the player who was stalking them. this in no way means that minez 2 is an objectively bad or problematic season!! if minez 2 is your favorite season I completely respect you, there is nothing wrong with that!! there is a lot to like about the season as a whole!!! I just personally care too much about mcjones having a bad time in seasons bc it’s what ultimately led to his retirement, & that makes me sad fjdhfjdjd. but it has come to my attention that my wording made it sound like there was drama about minez 2, which there never actually was, I am very very sorry for my unintentional yet poor choice of words.)

#私がポストしたもの #about time I have a 'my own posts' tag #I hardly make them but they do exist from time to time #also god. good lord this is so long.#get me talking about pbg hc & I just won't ever stop fhdhfhdh #shoutouts to anyone who actually reads this #also again. this is by no means my opinions on objective season quality. fhshfjdj #this is just my opinions on how much I personally like & would rewatch each season

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entergamingxp · 5 years ago

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Celebrating Blackness in Gaming’s Past, Present, and Future

June 9, 2020 2:30 PM EST

During times like this, it’s especially important to highlight and celebrate black heroes, casts, and developers themselves in video games.

With what’s been happening in the past and especially in light of current events, it’s important to reflect on the video games that have centered or been inclusive of black characters, as well as games led by black developers. Representation has been an ongoing conversation in video games (and other forms of media), and the desire for new stories told from the perspectives of diverse voices and backgrounds has only continued to grow.

In recent years, more games have been releasing that highlight black characters or have been created by black developers. A large chunk of those games are created by independent developers, who have far more creative freedom to craft the kinds of characters they would like to see in games. Even rarer are games led and published by black developers, with many of these narratives still being told by white creators.

But compared with the amount of white protagonists (and all or mostly white casts) that we often see in video games, there’s still so much work to be done. As we’ve been seeing in the past week, plenty of black creatives have been given the long-due spotlight to showcase their talents as opportunities from companies are finally opening up. I truly hope this will lead seeing more blackness reflected in both the games that we play and their internal development talent.

That said, there have been notable black characters and stories told through video games that are worth highlighting. Below, here are some of the most prominent games of the past several years that either star a black character, have a significant (as in mostly) black cast, or were made by black developers.

Telltale’s The Walking Dead

Many fans were enraptured by the first season of The Walking Dead, which introduced two lead black characters: Lee Everett and Clementine. Their relationship and overall story arc–backed by some seriously powerful writing–gave birth to one of the greatest narratives in gaming I have ever witnessed. After Lee’s death, seeing Clementine grow far too fast as she fights for survival while reconciling her perceived role in her father figure’s death is moving and harrowing. Most of all, Telltale’s The Walking Dead creates a sense of constant urgency and dread that completely sucks in the player and doesn’t let go until the very end.

Mafia III

Set in 1968 New Orleans, Mafia III follows the exploits of Lincoln Clay, a war veteran who aims to build a new criminal organization while seeking revenge on the Italian mob. The game holds an extremely uncompromising gaze at systematic racism while allowing for the black protagonist to empower himself and take back power from those who would strive to oppress him. The characters are compelling, and the setting and story of Mafia III offers a rare gaming experience that interweaves the experience of actual blackness in its narrative.

Chromatose

Chromatose is an upcoming indie title by a black lead developer going by the moniker Akabaka. A visual novel and JRPG blend influenced by Persona 3, it follows the protagonist as he awakens in a strange nightmare after a fall that should have ended his life. Amnesiac strangers are also trapped in this world for their own unique reasons. The haunting visuals filled with strong color contrast convey a tale filled with danger at every turn. Between a captivating and diverse cast, excellent monster designs, and a fast-paced battle system, Chromatose seems to be shaping up to be a gem of an indie game.

Watch Dogs 2

Watch Dogs 2 takes place in a fictionalized version of the San Francisco Bay Area and stars Marcus Holloway, a hacker who works with the hacking group DedSec to take down the city’s advanced surveillance system known as ctOS. Having the black hacker Marcus taking the lead role in this game adds a unique perspective on the plot that deals with fighting back in a system designed to strip away power and silence its citizens. Seeing him fight tirelessly and slowly gain traction against the city government is incredibly empowering and strengthens the overall narrative even more.

Murder By Numbers

For fans of the excellent Ace Attorney series comes an indie game with a similar approach to storytelling, over-the-top characters, and investigative gameplay. Murder By Numbers takes place in 1996 Los Angeles and stars Honor Mizrahi, an actress on a hit TV detective show. Unfortunately, her boss winds up dead just moments after he fires her and she finds herself forced to investigate his murder in order to secure her own innocence. Putting aside the harsh reality of black women being kicked out of their own careers, the game does well in emulating the fun and often ridiculous style of Ace Attorney while establishing its own charm. Much of that charm is attributed to Honor herself, who’s plucky, determined, and resourceful, as well as her interactions with her robot sidekick SCOUT. Murder By Numbers is a fun and lighthearted foray complimented by Picross-style puzzles that’s worth checking out.

Apex Legends

Seemingly (but officially unconfirmed) in response to the Overwatch controversy surrounding its lack of playable black women, the free-to-play Battle Royale game launched with two black women characters: Anita Williams and Ajay Che. Not only that, but these two were and still are front and center in the marketing of Apex Legends, which is very notable. While the game is light on lore (as games in this genre tend to be), both of them have very separate upbringings, personalities, and combat proficiencies. From what we know of them, they have well-fleshed-out motivations for why they fight. And I really love the touch that Ajay is a healer, an archetype you don’t tend to see associated with black women characters.

She Dreams Elsewhere

This indie title is a true rarity in that the entire party is black and stars a black woman protagonist. She Dreams Elsewhere is a surrealist adventure RPG where you traverse protagonist Thalia’s dreamscape along with her friends. She must come to grips with and confront her mental health conditions, and escape from a never-ending coma. One part Undertale, one part Persona, it’s a game made beautiful through its retro simplicity and haunting soundtrack that combines black music such as R&B, funk, and jazz. Not only do we have that level of diversity and culture, but the characters themselves–especially Thalia–are fleshed out and fully-developed. When pitted against the well-designed monsters using abilities grounded in reality, She Dreams Elsewhere truly ups the surrealism surrounding its setting and atmosphere.

EQQO

EQQO is a unique title, in terms of both its passive storytelling and gameplay, as well as the fact that it’s inspired by Ethiopian mythology. This game is the tale of a mother as she weaves a great story of her son born blind yet full of life and love. The puzzle-based exploration and gameplay is presented as a mythological legend slowly unfolding as the mother, playing as the narrator, tells it. Gorgeous orchestrated music complements the visuals in a harmony that gives even more depth to the narrative. Seeing this level of care and detail with a mythology that is rarely represented in gaming gives me hope that the future will bring more games like this one being created and given proper attention.

Cyberpunk 2077

It’s exceedingly rare to find a triple A title’s universe created by a black person, and yet the upcoming Cyberpunk 2077 is just that exception. Mike Pondsmith is best known for his work for the publisher R. Talsorian Games, where he developed a majority of the company’s roleplaying game lines. His most recent project is the collaboration between himself and CD Projekt Red, Cyberpunk 2077, which takes place in his own Cyberpunk RPG universe. Pondsmith’s involvement in the video game’s development mostly focuses on the game world aspect and mechanics as well as his general input, such as shooting a bulletproof backpack to test just how a bullet would react with it; for implementing in the game properly, of course.

Streets of Rage 4

The triumphant return of the wildly popular 2D side scrolling beat-em-up franchise, Streets of Rage 4 stars a cast almost entirely of black/POC fighters including newcomer Cherry Hunter. Wood Oak City falls under the control of a new crime syndicate led by Mr. X’s children, the Y Twins, who are planning on brainwashing the city with the use of hypnotic music. The plot, while simple, is a great excuse to beat up some mooks and the character designs, animation, and music are phenomenal. Also that’s not to mention that Cherry, Floyd Iraia, and Cherry’s father Adam Hunter are featured very prominently on the cover and the general advertising. It’s great to see a beat-em-up starring so many cool black characters.

Earthnight

A love letter to classic fast-paced 2D platformers (think Sonic the Hedgehog), Earthnight uses the genre to tell a tale of a bleak dragon apocalypse where humans have been exiled to space, forced to live in orbit above the planet. Protagonists Sydney and Stanley team up one day and decide to skydive back to Earth, taking out as many dragons as they can along the way. The 2D animations are breathtaking; everything from the ripples in their clothing, to the fluidity of their general movements, to the colorful and insane monsters that can take up nearly the entire screen are stunning. It’s clear there was a lot of love and effort put into this game. I also need to mention how much I love Sydney’s design and the way she’s front and center in the trailers. How can you beat a game that lets you fight dragons because a little girl and a dude had enough?

Broken Age

Broken Age released back in 2014 and 2015 as two separate acts by Double Fine and starred protagonists Vella Tartine and Shay Volta (played by Masasa Moyo and Elijah Wood, respectively). While initially their narratives are completely separate from each other, as the story unfolds you realize how intertwined they really are. What makes the storytelling so satisfying is that because the protagonists are kept separate for so long, their individual character arcs can develop in a satisfying way without interfering in the overall story. Vella, the young black girl, in particular had a very strong and compelling story worth experiencing. In Broken Age, seeing her deal with traumatic events as she fought back against a seemingly unavoidable force of destruction made for an excellent real-life comparison to black struggle.

Here are some honorable mentions of other games featuring black/POC characters that, though they didn’t make my list, are worth checking out:

Assassin’s Creed Origins

Half-Life: Alyx

Afterparty

Treachery in Beatdown City

Where the Water Tastes Like Wine

Dishonored: Death of the Outsider

Beyond Good and Evil

Remember Me

If you’re looking for more black indie talent, check out this Twitter thread as well as this one. For a huge directory of black game developers and their projects, check out the Black Game Developers website and consider supporting them.

And finally if you’re a Black, Asian, and/or Ethnic minority, Code Coven is offering scholarships for their Intro to Game Making Course, which will be open until June 10, 2020.

Are there any games or developers you know of that deserve a mention? Feel free to sound off in the comments!

June 9, 2020 2:30 PM EST

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lady-byleth · 6 years ago

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Title: New Beginnings

Fandom: Tales of Vesperia

Setting: Post-game, like right after

Ships: Fluri (main)/Ristelle (side)

Rating: Gen

Summary: So much had already changed. Maybe one more change wouldn’t be so bad.

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By the time they made it to Zaphias, the decision to avoid Halure and it's too small inn going unspoken but understood by all, the sun was already peeking over the edge of the world. The city, however, was far from asleep.

Apparently celebrating the giant monster in the sky disappearing held more appeal than worrying over the sudden lack of running water and electricity, so the citizens had taken to the streets and thrown an impromptu festival that spanned all quarters at once. Some restaurants had even gone through the effort to put up stands, handing out food for free to anyone who asked.

Yuri had to sidestep more than one drunken noble as he wove his way through the crowd at the head of his small group of world savers and hip checked more than one into the nearest source of water to sober them up.

The smell of food made him nauseas though he was sure Patty would have jumped at the opportunity to eat a skewer or ten had she not been fast asleep with her head resting against his shoulder blade. Her big hat was safely tucked under Flynn's arm and her ruffled braids tickled against Yuri's skin with every step.

The poor thing had fallen asleep on her feet, almost walking straight into a rose bush had Rita not flung out her sash and caught Patty around the waist before it was too late. How exactly Rita had managed to move so fast when Yuri could barely follow the movement of his own feet against the cobblestone was a mystery he didn't have the energy to solve right now.

He was too damn tired. They all were.

Saving the world took a lot out of a person, especially when you had to fight your way through an army of monsters that had taken over the city of an ancient civilization floating over the ruins of a much younger city, while fully aware a crazy strong war hero was waiting for you at the end. And then you had to fight that war hero, simultaneously try to make him see reason and that was before the Fell Arms decided to fuck with you.

Yuri sighed and then yawned, losing his train of thought. Where had he been going with this again? Damn, he was so tired. His brain felt like jelly.

No, his everything felt like jelly. Maybe he was jelly now? Did channelling insane amounts of Mana turn you to jelly? If so, he hoped he wasn't apple flavoured. Pineapple was sweeter. He liked sweets.

“Yuri.” Flynn's voice startled him out of his disjointed thoughts badly enough he almost dropped Patty. She didn't seem to notice, only grumbling something about “scallops” and “sea devils” before falling silent again.

“Huh?” he answered intelligently, looking over Patty's blonde head to where Flynn was standing, pointing at the...oh. He had walked straight past the castle entrance. “Ah.”

Heaving another sigh that turned into a yawn he spun around too fast, stopped for a second so the world could stop spinning too, grabbed Karol by the collar so he wouldn't walk straight past the group as well and led the way up to where Flynn was waiting for them in the open door.

Leblanc and the Tweedles held it open until all nine of them had made it inside and then slowly closed it, their curious eyes boring into Yuri's back so intensely he was surprised Patty hadn't caught fire yet.

Raven broke the exhausted silence with a sound that was half yawn and half groan and all exactly what Yuri was feeling. “I think I'm actually gonna sleep in a bed this time around,” he mumbled, abandoning his affectations of ditzy dumbass in favour of a more Schwann like manner of speaking.

Beside him Rita huffed. “I think the old man broke.”

Yuri wasn't sure where Estelle and Judith got the energy to chuckle from but wherever that was, Yuri didn't have it. He just smiled, adjusted his grip on Patty's legs a little and turned to face the group. If only the room would stop spinning...

“Everyone remember where their guest room was?” he asked, somehow sounding far more put together than he felt.

“Oh!” Estelle gasped as the others nodded, looking absolutely crestfallen. “I don't remember!”

Judith put a comforting hand on her shoulder. “Estelle, you live here,” she said, squeezing gently.

Estelle flushed an interesting shade of red that contrasted horribly with her pink her. “Oh,” she said again. “Yes, of course.”

Karol yawned so loud he almost fell over.

Yuri shook his head to clear out the cobwebs. “I think that's our cue,” he said. “Everyone, off to bed. I don't want to see any of you up before lunch. Now shoo.”

No one complained about his tone, not even perpetually grumpy Rita who just grabbed the hem of Estelle's dress and let herself be pulled along. Judith waved rather gracelessly and trudged off with Karol who pulled a groaning Raven along. Raven for his part attempted to swat Repede away, not realizing the dog was the only thing that was keeping him from running into a wall.

Yuri watched them go, shaking his head fondly, before he took another hallway that would lead him straight to Patty's designated guest room. He wasn't surprised to feel Flynn fall into step beside him, hovering close in case Yuri needed help with their little pirate queen.

The help was appreciated when they finally arrived at Patty's room. Flynn opened the door for them, put Patty's hat down on the dresser and pulled back the covers, helping to carefully lower her onto the mattress. She didn't move once as Yuri tugged off her boots and removed her gear and only gave any indication of life when Flynn tucked her in. She murmured contently, snuggling into her pillow, and dreamed on, oblivious.

Yuri sighed and stretched his back. Small as she was, she was practically made of muscles and thus much heavier than she appeared. He was gonna have a crick in his neck tomorrow...later...whatever.

But at least that was one down. Only a few more to go.

“You can go ahead,” he said when he closed the door, keeping his voice low just in case. “I'm gonna check on the others too.”

Flynn chuckled. “I figured as much,” he said, some emotion dancing in his eyes that made Yuri's throat burn. “I'll come with you.”

He shrugged, looking away. “Suit yourself.”

Next up was Karol and Yuri thanked the high heavens his room was an empty knight room like Patty's and thus as single. He could already hear the kid sawing logs a few doors away and when he stepped inside Karol lay spread eagle on top of the covers, legs dangling over the edge and mouth open so wide a bit of saliva had already made its way down his cheek.

Yuri shook his head fondly. “Sheesh,” he mumbled, feeling more than hearing Flynn's laughter beside him.

Karol, despite being younger – in more ways than one – than Patty, was both bigger and heavier than her, so Yuri was silently grateful Flynn had decided to come along. Otherwise he would have probably dropped the poor kid on his head trying to shift him under the blanket, though that might have done quick work of the horrible snoring.

At least Karol had managed to store away his weapon and gear before falling into his light coma, which couldn't be said of Judith, who had landed face down on her own bed and stayed there.

She had apparently decided getting ready for bed was too much effort and simply dropped her spear by the door, effectively setting a trap Yuri would have broke his neck on had Flynn not caught his arm.

What a way to go that would have been, surviving an abomination of global size only to whack his head on a dresser because Judith couldn't be bothered to put her weapon into a damn corner.

Yuri thrust the weapon at Flynn, who was hovering uncomfortably in the doorway because...girl, and made quick work of Judith's shoes and the knife on her thigh. He also pulled the pins out of her hair, knowing full well how badly her scalp would hurt upon waking if he left them in. First hand experience. He still blamed Flynn for that one.

Raven had somehow managed to wrap himself so tightly into his blanket Yuri wasn't even sure the old man was breathing any more but at least he had removed his shoes before doing so so Yuri simply gathered up the scattered bow and knife and put them on the dresser before leaving again. He wanted to be far away by the time Raven started snoring too. Karol may be loud but Raven always sounded like he was chocking on something and it was beyond annoying on a good day.

Repede, who had at some point rejoined them, though Yuri had absolutely no idea when that was, snorted at the closed door, his eye critical. “I feel ya, buddy,” Yuri said, patting his head.

Flynn nodded slowly. “Agreed.”

Not quite up for banter Yuri simply threw Flynn a teasing look, relying on that something between them that made conversation without words so easy to translate his meaning.

Flynn stuck out his tongue. “I'm off duty, I can say whatever I want right now.”

“Very mature, Commandant,” Yuri said, rolling his eyes. They were walking. When had that happened?

Flynn winced. “Why does it sound like an insult when you say that?”

“Dunno, maybe because it is?”

“I could have you thrown in jail for that.”

“But you wouldn't do that.”

“Are you sure?”

He was but instead of saying so he just smirked, elbowing Flynn lightly. The clang of elbow against armour echoed through the empty halls before settling into silence.

It felt good, being stupid like this. Without the threat of the apocalypse hanging over their heads, without a friend that needed saving and hordes of monsters hounding their steps. Even when he was this bone-tired, he felt strangely light having Flynn by his side, steps unhurried, voice light and joking.

When was the last time they had just...been? He couldn't even really remember. The soft looks Flynn shot him when he thought Yuri wasn't looking were proof enough that he felt it too. That peace settling in.

Before he realized how far they had walked they arrived at Estelle's room, the white door as out of place as the first time he was here. He opened it as quietly as he could, not surprised to find Estelle and Rita curled up into a ball, so close one half of the bed was empty.

“Huh,” Flynn murmured. “That's new...”

“Nah, Ristelle being Ristelle,” Yuri said with a shrug, sending Flynn over to Rita's side so he could relieve her of the heavy tome wedged between her hip and the mattress. Estelle had somehow managed to fall asleep on top of her boots, while Rita's goggles had slipped half over her face. Untangling the girls to get their gear off was almost as complicated as wrestling an eggbear, simply because they both refused to let go even in their sleep. In the end they had to leave the now useless bodhi blastia where they were or risk waking them. And Yuri was not in the mood to be fire balled again.

A big pile of small objects Yuri was too tired to identify had formed on the desk, all pulled from the too many pockets of Rita's clothes.

Flynn disappeared down the hall for a second, signalling Yuri to wait, and returned with a spare blanket from what was probably a supply closet. Together they spread it over princess and mage, tucking them in until only tufts of pink and auburn hair were left visible.

Repede curled up at the foot of the bed, yawning widely, and pointedly closed his eye. How, Yuri didn't know, but he had a feeling Repede was telling them to get lost and so they did.

Or rather, they tried to. As soon as Yuri pulled the door closed behind them, something changed. Not the hall, it was as quiet as before, nothing quite so obvious. It was more as if the air itself had suddenly shifted and it left Yuri reeling.

It was hard to look at Flynn, but even harder to move away. The last time this had happened Yuri had been twelve, soaking wet from a fall into the fountain, and had just been punched in the gut by the realization that he had fallen in love with his best friend somewhere along the way.

Except now he was nine years older, several brushes with death and one staved off apocalypse wiser and on better terms with Flynn than ever before. So why was it so hard to just be normal right now?

Yuri would have liked to ram his head against the wall until he passed out but Flynn was right there and probably not tired enough to let that one go. He would have to be dead to let it go and even then Yuri wasn't sure he would.

He sighed at the same time Flynn did and the tension popped like a soap bubble, falling away with snorts of laughter and shaking heads. They both knew, had known for years what they could never say, so why were they getting all worked up over this?

“This is dumb,” Yuri said, still grinning. Flynn was smiling as well, eyes glowing. Yuri had heard the girls in the lower quarter compare them to the sky before but that was ridiculous. The sky paled in comparison.

“We are dumb, you mean,” Flynn said, running a hand through his hair.

Yuri snorted. “That too, yeah.”

They had known. For years. It had always been an unspoken but open secret.

And still Yuri hesitated when Flynn held out his hand, a hopeful and encouraging glint in his eyes.

So much had changed in so short a time. Not just the empire and the world as a whole, but they had as well. Since Mantaic, Nordopolica, Aurnion...especially Aurnion.

Their duel had been the first time in ages they had both been completely honest, with each other and themselves. As Flynn had put it, something was different now than it had been before. Something inexplicable, but also so very obvious.

They were different, as much as Yuri refused to admit he had changed. There was no way someone could make the journey he had and not come out the other side a different person.

Yuri and Flynn both had...matured in a way, but also found that spark again they had lost when their friendship had taken a bad turn. They were more now, individually and as a unit.

It was strange, but also familiar. Yuri took a deep breath, eyes glued to the hand Flynn still offered. Patient. Hopeful.

So much had already changed. Maybe one more change wouldn't be so bad.

He had barely finished the thought before his hand moved, fitting palm against palm, fingers weaving together. A shiver ran through Flynn, so soft it was invisible to the naked eye but Yuri could feel it reverberating through him and into his own skin.

He let Flynn tug him closer until their sides brushed, and was hit by the realization that they hadn't really touched in years and how much he'd starved for it.

Just as he'd starved for this first kiss.

Flynn moved without thought, letting instinct guide him the way it always did when Yuri was involved, as he finally brushed their lips together after wanting it for so long.

It was not like the flowery novels Lady Estellise so loved, there were no metaphorical fireworks, no sudden wave of emotion. It was nothing so grand that poets would continue to speak of it for centuries to come.

Instead it was like the final piece of an intricate puzzle finally slipping seamlessly into place, the last stroke of a brush that gave the whole painting meaning...it was a conclusion and a beginning all at once, taking something that had always been good, what they had been for so long, and made it better.

Flynn knew that this wouldn't change them any more than their struggles already had. These unspoken feelings between them had always been there, boiling underneath the surface, but they had not been all they shared.

Theirs was a friendship built on trust, respect, understanding, of almost an entire life of shared hardships and happiness. This would not change that.

When he finally pulled away the world was unchanged and yet completely new, because Yuri's smile was finally free and soft the way it was whenever he thought no one was watching. But now Flynn was watching and still Yuri didn't hide, his storm cloud eyes bright with emotions that made Flynn's heart trip.

Yuri's fingers squeezed Flynn's, the other hand rose to brush blond hair away from blue eyes.

No, this wouldn't change them. They had just cast off the hesitation that had bound them for so long and were finally free to be what they should have been for years.

Together.

A wide yawn from Yuri lightened the mood, but did not break it, and Flynn chuckled fondly, rubbing his thumb lightly over Yuri's knuckles.

“Let's get some rest,” he said gently. “We can talk more tomorrow.”

Yuri nodded, letting himself be guided along the marble floors to Flynn's room. “Sounds good.”

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therealandian · 6 years ago

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Spoilery as hell essay about Tony Stark I did for my English class:

Please do not read it if you haven’t seen ENDGAME, because everything is spoiled. EVERYTHING!!!

This essay explores how Tony Stark is a tragic hero more than anything else.

The Tragedy of Tony Stark

The Marvel Cinematic Universe (MCU) is a titanic movie franchise spanning more than a decade with over 20 movies to its name. As a franchise based off of comic books, it has its share of wacky characters, witty one-liners, and ridiculous costumes. But as a movie franchise, it also has its share of dark, profound plot elements. One such element is the tragedy of Tony Stark.

Tony Stark is no ordinary hero. He is, as he once boldly proclaimed, a “genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist” (The Avengers). Beyond that, he is Iron Man, legendary hero in his personal weaponized suit of mechanical armor. But this is only scratching at the surface of the man who has carried the entire MCU since its infancy. During this time, he has been beaten down and betrayed, has suffered and struggled, and has been abused and ignored. Despite all of his achievements, Tony is much more of a tragic hero than he has ever been just a hero.

A tragic hero is defined in the dictionary as “a great or virtuous hero…who is destined for downfall, suffering, or defeat.” Commonly, they’re set in dramatic tragedies, such as Oedipus Rex or Hamlet. Although the MCU doesn’t quite ring true as a “dramatic tragedy,” the “hero destined for suffering” part perfectly describes Tony, who struggles against foes far more powerful than himself, only to lose a piece of himself in the process. Jennifer Wallace puts it best when she states “The source of a tragic hero's greatness is also the cause of his destruction. The overriding desire for honor that motivates tragic protagonists also results in their shame and demise” (Wallace). This also describes Tony very well; many of Tony’s enemies are of his own making, and people tend to get hurt when he takes matters into his own hands and attempts to solve the problems himself.

Almost everything that happens throughout the MCU involves the tragedy of Tony Stark in some way. He is a walking, breathing catastrophe who can barely hold himself together. He is guilt-ridden and anxiety-plagued, yet everyone still expects him to be Iron Man. When he snaps and lashes out at people, or otherwise ignores their requests for assistance, everyone tends to be surprised. One of the most clear examples comes from the most recent MCU film: Avengers: Endgame. After Tony had just returned from almost starving to death during his month-long space trip, the other Avengers immediately want to talk strategy with him. He’s still hooked up to an IV while they discuss all the things he’d predicted was coming long before they ever came to pass. He snaps at Steve Rogers, saying “I got nothin' for you, Cap! I've got no coordinates, no clues, no strategies, no options! Zero, zip, nada. No trust—LIAR!” (Avengers: Endgame). He collapses shortly thereafter, completely, utterly defeated.

In a world of supersoldiers, monsters, aliens, and supervillains, Tony is a bit of an odd man out—he’s still human. “The Tony Stark character is memorable in that he was someone who could readily comment on the insanity around him” (“First-of-its-Kind…”), says the Targeted News Service. Rather than being a supersoldier, ultra powerful gamma monster, or highly trained assassin, Tony is just a “man in a can” (Iron Man 3). He has only his intelligence to aid his hero’s journey, and he carries the burden of it with him everywhere. In every movie after the first Avengers film, Tony struggles with the knowledge that something like the attack on New York will happen again (Iron Man 3; Avengers: Age of Ultron). His greatest fear is losing everything because he failed to do enough, and it shows the most in his most vulnerable moments. Even worse, his fears become reality before his very eyes (Avengers: Infinity War).

Further setting the burden of tragic heroism on Tony’s shoulders is the sheer amount of villains he’s created. Justin Hammer, Ivan Vanko, Aldrich Killian, Ultron, and Adrian Toomes are all directly linked to Tony and his bad decisions. Killian is ignored by Tony completely after he makes a promise to meet him, Hammer attempts to replicate the Iron Man armor for military use and personal gain, Vanko gets Tony’s personal advice on how to make his weapons more efficient, Toomes loses his job because of Tony’s handling the aftermath of Loki’s attack on New York, and Ultron comes into existence because Tony let his fears control him (Iron Man 3; Iron Man 2; Spiderman: Homecoming; Avengers: Age of Ultron).

Tony’s ego is certainly one to blame, but so is his carelessness. He often lets the situation dictate his response, rather than forcing his actions to dictate the situation. In other words, Tony is a reactionary character. This can be seen best in Captain America: Civil War (CA:CW), when he reacts to the death of his parents, and in Avengers: Age of Ultron (AoU), when he experiments with Loki’s scepter to streamline the creation of Ultron.

Tony also faces two life-shattering betrayals and several smaller ones, further placing him in the “tragic” category. In his debut movie, Iron Man, he learns that the terrorist group called the Ten Rings was hired to kill him by Obadiah, his trusted friend and mentor. Obadiah later paralyzes Tony and physically rips out the one thing that keeps him alive—his arc reactor. Tony manages to survive on an older model, but is almost killed in the ensuing battle. He even resigns himself to death and forces his personal assistant to blow the reactor beneath them. He fortunately survives, but his former friend does not (Iron Man). In this movie, not only does he survive a torturous three months in Afghanistan, but he comes back to almost immediately die at the hand of one of his closest friends.

In CA:CW, Tony learns that his parents were murdered by Bucky Barnes, who is unfortunately standing next to him at that time. He’s understandably distraught, but becomes enraged when Steve reveals that he already knew about the murder and never told him. This moment is especially ironic given Steve’s line in AoU, when he tells Tony in frustration that “sometimes my teammates don’t tell me things” (Avengers: Age of Ultron). Tony attacks the pair, who proceed to nearly beat him to death. At one point, Steve rips off Tony’s face mask, then stabs his arc reactor with his shield. They then leave him, beaten and alone in Siberia, with Steve having chosen one friend over the other. Tumblr user @teamsharoncarter notes that “Tony Stark lifted up his arms, covering his face when Steve was going to hit him with the shield, subtly showing that Tony is used to anyone he trusted to betray him and try to kill him” (“Tony Stark…”). While this point could be debated as mere headcanon, it is true that Tony is betrayed often. It’s fascinating to see a side-by-side comparison of Tony’s facial expression when he discovers the two major betrayals.

Tony also deals quite a bit with mental illness. It becomes most prevalent in Iron Man 3 (IM3), and looms on the sidelines in other movies. Given at the start of IM3, he has been kidnapped and tortured (Iron Man), has nearly died of radiation poisoning (Iron Man 2), and has flown a nuclear missile into a wormhole to kill an alien army with no hope of surviving (The Avengers), it’s a wonder PTSD isn’t a major topic prior to it. Much of IM3’s secondary plot revolves around Tony’s mental state post-Avengers, and he never quite resolves it. Later on, he begins a multi-million dollar project to help “clear traumatic memories” by recreating them in a pseudo-physical format and altering them as the user wishes (Captain America: Civil War).

Tony tries again and again to do the right thing, yet he somehow makes everything worse in the process and loses something very dear to him. These attempts and subsequent failures are the most telling mark of his tragic heroism. He saves his life with the arc reactor, but it winds up poisoning him with radiation (Iron Man 2). He enters the clean energy market to make up for his company’s history of weapons contracting, only for his building to be partially destroyed during the Battle of New York (The Avengers). He tries to be better to his girlfriend, only for her to be kidnapped and tortured after their home is blown up because he ditched someone on a roof in 1999 (Iron Man 3). He tries to build a peacekeeping A.I., but it turns murderous and tries to drop a city out of the sky to wipe out humanity. He winds up losing much of his certainty, Bruce Banner, and J.A.R.V.I.S., his personal A.I. based on a childhood friend (Avengers: Age of Ultron). He signs the Sokovia Accords to try and redeem himself, but according to Rogers, it is the moment he signs it that he destroys the team (Captain America: Civil War). He tries to retire from being a hero and settle down, but he winds up lost in space with half the universe disappearing from existence because someone wanted to spare his life (Avengers: Infinity War).

It is rather fitting that when Ultron asks him if he’s come to confess his sins, he answers with “I dunno, how much time you got?” (Avengers: Age of Ultron).

Yet no one stops him from doing anything, and it often ends in disaster. And then when he tries to right these wrongs later on, his former teammates turn on him and abandon him in the cold of Siberia, halfway beaten to death by two supersoldiers. His contributions to the team and efforts to protect it are overlooked and forgotten the moment he signs the Sokovia Accords. Clint Barton says “you better watch your back on this guy. Chances are he's going to break it” (Captain America: Civil War), despite having fought alongside him only a year before during AoU. Even Tony’s plan to take the fight to Thanos, rather than returning to Earth, backfires and results in the loss of the Time Stone to the Mad Titan (Avengers: Infinity War).

All this being said, there is no denying that Tony is a hero. Incredibly, despite everything he goes through, he still keeps being Iron Man. As pointed out by Marvel Comics editor Axel Alonso, “he perseveres because of his winning combination of brains and heart” (”Iron Man Insider”). Tony himself even proclaims “I shouldn't be alive, unless it was for a reason...I just finally know what I have to do. And I know in my heart that it's right...there is the next mission, and nothing else” (Iron Man).

In almost any story that’s called a tragedy, the protagonist(s) dies at the end. Take, for example, Romeo and Juliet, Macbeth, and The Fall of Icarus. Unfortunately for Tony Stark, this trope still applies. The final nail in the coffin for Tony’s tragic-yet-heroic narrative is his battle against Thanos in Avengers: Endgame. After having survived wave after countless wave of attacks against both himself and his planet, Tony is forced to make the ultimate sacrifice, despite having finally achieved all but one of his goals throughout the MCU: “Peace in our time” (Avengers: Age of Ultron; Avengers: Endgame).

Despite everything, though—all the pain, suffering, torment, betrayals, and losses—he keeps getting up and coming back to fight the bad guys in a bid to make the world a better place. And perhaps this is the most tragic part about him. It’s not that he keeps losing, it’s that he keeps believing that someday, somehow, he’ll get his happy ending. And now that we know how Tony’s character arc ends, we also know that he never truly finds it.

Works Cited (for things that aren’t the movies)

“First-of-its-Kind Course to Examine ‘Universe’ of Cinematic Storytelling, Perspectives in Ongoing Marvel Films.” (2014, Sep 16). Targeted News Service.

“Iron Man Insider.” Discover, vol. 34, no. 4, May 2013, p. 23. EBSCOhost.

@teamsharoncarter. “Tony Stark lifted up his arms, covering his face when Steve was going to hit him with the shield, subtly showing that Tony is used to anyone he trusted to betray him and try to kill him.” Tumblr, http://teamsharoncarter.tumblr.com/post/144019313080/tony-stark-lifted-up-his-arms-covering-his-face.

Wallace, Jennifer. (2012). “The Tragic Paradox.” Comparative Drama, 46(4), 545-548,581.In almost any story that’s called a tragedy, the protagonist(s) dies at the end. Take, for example, Romeo and Juliet, Macbeth, and The Fall of Icarus. Unfortunately for Tony Stark, this trope still applies.

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nehawriter16 · 6 years ago

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2018, THE YEAR THAT BROKE ME

I’m currently sitting on the floor of my bedroom. It’s been a day of avoiding real work and responsibilities, but then again, escapism is kind of the theme of this year, so it’s only accurate that I’m here writing this.

Everybody is asleep, except me. And the men I like who live overseas, but they’ve been ignoring me, so I have no desire to ring them up despite the general despair and loneliness I feel. But let’s not begin our round up with boys, because although they rank high on my list of important life lessons/disappointments this year, I don’t want also want to give them the satisfaction of first place.

In the last 365 days, a lot about my life changed. I’m going to try to sum it up as best as I can.

1) In the beginning of December, I quit an internship that anybody else would have killed for. The work and constant travelling and being yelled at by crude seniors broke the delicate petal that I am. I’d landed that job at 19, and I loved that I was thrown into the adult world so early because it taught me a lot, but two years of showing up every day to do something I don’t love killed something inside of my brain. And so, I decided to take a month off and then move to a smaller firm, not realising that my job at EY would help to keep my sanity by keeping me occupied.

The first few weeks were bliss. After twelve hour work days, I suddenly had a lot of free time and I indulged in attending fun trainings and catching up with old friends. For a short second, life was filled with hope, up until my birthday in mid Jan.

2) Since I now had the luxury of lesser work hours, I decided to pursue one of my biggest dreams – writing a book. I already had the story in mind, and I thought that despite the emotional turmoil that revisiting some of the memories would bring, the bigger picture would be worth it. It’s almost the end of December now, and I’m still sure it is.

But the truth is – my relationship with A blossomed in 2016, and died a premature death in mid 2017. And I’ve been dragging it through the ground for longer than I should be. Sometimes I wonder if I’m solely responsible for squeezing it for the story. Or maybe it was the kind of love you can’t forget. Well, I can’t. I’m sure he has.

But one of the hardest things about writing this has been taking myself back to when we were falling for each other. I’ve been reading emails about hopes and dreams and forever after it has already ended. And how do you write about happiness when you know there isn’t going to be any? All this is important for the narrative, yes, but it fucks with my mental health so badly. 2016 me was naive and trusting. 2018 me is bitter, and not too thrilled about revisiting those moments mostly because of how much they hurt just to think about, forget turning them into an interesting cliff hanger filled story.

I have almost finished writing it though, and that’s what’s the more important thing. I don’t know what kind of nightmares publishing and finding an agent and royalties is going to bring, but at least I will have created something tangible and coherent instead of this faraway thing that I’ve dreamt of since I was 13.

3) I tanked my CA Final – and this was the biggest disappointment, no surprises there. More than the gallons of self loathing it brought on me, it was about the burden I created for my parents. Yesterday my mother, in a burst of anger, said, “If you don’t pass in May, you can’t live under our roof anymore.” She doesn’t know this, and she probably never will, but I cried myself to sleep because that thought terrifies me.

I feel like I am already just swimming through a rubble of guilt. Most people my age have already gotten well paying jobs and have been living out of home for years now. They are financing themselves and starting businesses and I don’t even read the newspaper on a daily basis. I lack the self control I used to have in school, or maybe my mother’s constant nagging and being up my ass was the only way I stayed successful when I was younger.

Of course, this career choice was a MASSIVE bad decision, and I’ve always felt out of place in it. I will never be the best, but I really do need to pass and finish. If I can’t pass it again, I will literally sink into unconquerable depression that no amount of therapy and medicines will be able to pull me out of.

I’m supposed to start studying from the 1st, and I hope that it doesn’t drive me FUCKING INSANE like the last time it did, because this time, the pressure is higher and time, lesser.

I still have some grit left in me though. The last two months of this year have been difficult, but creatively fulfilling, and I am okay with having to go back to analytical subjects again. I feel sane enough to drop into the mental battlefield that is the CA Final syllabus.

4) I’m 23 in a fortnight, and at least 5 of my friends got engaged this year. I was the oldest in school in my batch so they’re all younger than me. This whole finding a boy thing is stressing me the fuck out, because as per my calculations, it would take a year of courting for me to so much as like somebody seriously. After that, it would take two years for me to try every possible method to drive him away, and torture him with all my hamartias, and THEN if he doesn’t leave, and when he proposes, I’ll be like, “Okay fine. Maybe we can be engaged.” This whole process takes 3 years. I want to be married at 26, so I only have those many. The problem is that in this time period, it will not only be difficult to find an emotionally available boy with a pretty face – WAIT, for him to find me, because women don’t do the chasing – who is also sexy and charming and reads poetry and has a sensible head on his shoulders. No, in this time period I will also be taking solely career-oriented decisions as one must, and love will always take the backseat. I want to move abroad in 2020 and he may live somewhere else, and it’s clear from my several failed attempts that I can’t do long distance. Also to be noted that you cannot try this experiment with different men simultaneously. It’s sort of a one lab rat at a time type of test.

So what, then? Fuck feelings, and only be serious with hook ups? I think I’ve filled my 2018 with at least a two dozen of those hot but dumb types (tall, abs, rolling in money, half a brain, bonus if they’re good kissers, but you can never date them seriously) and to be honest I’m getting tired of them. First of all, they’re all pussies about the poetry, it literally frightens them which I find kind of hilarious, but it’s also annoying. Sure, we can roll a joint and make out on my terrace, and they’ll just pull up when I find myself getting even the least bit lonely, but the ones I really like – the fuckboys who I see have real turning into boyfriend potential – they live abroad. It’s so cliché, I might vomit, but they literally live in London and New York. London Boy is only here for a month and then he’s gone. New York one may stay back, but he always wants to meet after midnight and there’s no fucking way my parents are allowing that.

And let’s face it, I’m a relationship girl. Sure, I’ve picked up some skills with hooking up and if we’re being honest I don’t really have to make an effort, just pick a half-interesting loser from the hundred DM’s sitting in my Instagram, and it’s done. He does the work and buys the drinks. I put out. I ghost. It’s practically a system.

But I’m bored now. I need somebody entertaining. But no matter what, one of the most important lessons I’ve learnt this year is to never settle for less than what I deserve. (At least for my heart. My body gets it when she likes it, and thats enough.) So I say no to…well, everybody. True love has literally been evading me, and may for a while, I think until this CA shit is done, because it’s more important anyway.

Until then, I literally have a broadcast list called, “FWB.”

4) Do I even need to write about fake friends? Girls are so fucking FAKE NICE, it irritates me. And I have a great group of these girls in my life, who want nothing more than to use you as a stool to get to where they want. I have very few real friends and I’m so grateful for them (okay, her) because everybody else is just about the temporary bullshit. I am always afraid of judgement with them, and everything I say comes with a “what will they think of me?” filter. I don’t think real friendships should be like that at all. No, in a true friendship, you should be able to take both – your make up and fake bitch mask off and sit around in sweats, drinking and complaining about everything that’s wrong with your life.

Is this really how adults act? Will I always have to worry about the ulterior motives of everybody new I meet? And even scarier, if I spend enough time around them, will I also turn into a self centered asshole with no backbone? Will I forget who I am and start adapting to the social settings into which I’ve been thrust?

Because I hope not. Despite everything that’s happened this year, and despite almost losing my mind to mental health (yes! A thing I am still not ready to talk about! But someday will be!) I actually like my brain and what its capable of, once it starts trying. I like the stuff I come up with, the way my thoughts come out as sentences. I am actually a fan of the voice in my head, who – let’s face it – has been a real ass friend to me also. Even though she kind of went crazy with the depression, but I think the recovery has begun.

2018 was a fucking shithole, and god, I fell deep. I know 2019 is going to be even harder but I hope it is filled with more genuine happiness because it’s been a long time since I felt “happiness” as a permanent, internal feeling. It’s just been more of a fleeting and momentary thing for a few hours before the sadness envelopes me and takes lead.

So I hope that when I speak to you in – and over – the next 365 day period that’s about to begin, I am able to share some more hope and joy with you. I hope the motherfucker I’m going to marry stops sitting around on his ass and finds me, because I’m ready for my heart to be won over again. I have mourned enough, and fucked half the high spirits crowd. But most of all… I hope this book I’ve written does well. Not just because it’s a brilliant piece of shit, and a beautiful fucking story (if I may say so myself) but mostly because I really like clothes and I could use the money.

Also it would be great to stop feeling so mediocre all the time, so yeah. That would be nice. Will keep you updated Tumblr!

Love,

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pinkettepoet · 7 years ago

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In Which She’s A Metal Shrapnel (Because He Feels Her In His Heart)

Summary: Hi! I would like to request a very fluffy fic where the reader is a super famous surgeon and start working for Shield, and when Tony and her meet, she is all work, and Tony starts to flirt with her but she always decline his intentions for her past relationships and he finally convinces her and its all super fluffy? Idk, I hope you like the idea c:

Request: by the amazing Samantha, @bemyqueenofdarkness

Warnings: Tony Stark x Reader, Badassery,Fluff, Mentions of Death

Note: I absolutely adore this request and the requester! I put a little twist to this because it seemed to really blend. I really hope I did well for this! The amount of research I had to do for this was insanely amazing, it was super fun. Also, rate my title pls.

“Can you please calm down?”

“I don’t know, can I?” You growled at your fellow doctor, the empty room filling with your harsh tone. “Listen to me, I just lost a patient today, a child no less—”

“I’m so sorry.” He said, fueling your irritation further.

“Did I say you could talk? No. Do you know how painful it is to look the parents in the eye and say that their child is dead? No, you don’t. So don’t tell me to calm down when I haven’t had my cup of coffee yet, not to mention you had the nerve to tell me to send another one of my patients home.” You were a mess at the end of your little speech, your chest was heaving up and down, begging for air. Before you could say anything else, he spoke.

“You’re being emotionally attached, Y/N. Your patient is fine, she needs to go home now. The hospital is facing a triage situation, we need as much space and resources as we can have.” He spoke, gentling his tone as possible so as not to anger you further.

“She is a pregnant woman!” You argued, catching the attention of some nurses by now. “Pregnant women are always a priority. Especially when it’s a triage. Her blood levels are running pretty low and I am not sending her home until I know what the hell is wrong with her.”

“You said it yourself, she’s pregnant!” The doctor ran his hands through his shaggy hair, fully frustrated with you by now. “For all we know, it could be the baby trying to take in more blood because of the accident.”

“Four cars were involved in the accident! Do you really think everything is going to be okay? I mean, seriously—”

Your shouting match was interrupted by one of the nurses coming up to you quite slowly, afraid to even touch you. The nurse cleared his throat before saying. “Your patient — we, uh — we found something.”

“Go on,” You urged, glaring at the doctor before you accompanied the nurse back to your patient.

“So we ran a scan of her. It appears that she’s suffering from an internal bleeding — and, uh — wait, give me a second.” The nurse took a second to catch up with you, clearly intimidated by you.

“Okay, so, apparently the accident fractured her ribs which then led to it puncturing her lung.” He continued, relieved that you already reached the elevator. “One of the nurses checked up on her — said she was talking about chest pain and abnormal breathing. I think it could be—”

“Traumatic pneumothorax, you’re right.” You piped, pushing back the anxiety that nagged at you. “How severe is it?”

“It’s a large pneumothorax. I think it’s pretty serious.” He said.

You nodded, quickly registering facts and weighing options. “Prep the lab.”

“Yes, ma’am.” He said, speeding off to your opposite direction to the surgical lab.

In no time, you reached the room your patient had been resting in. You internally winced at the sight of her abnormally pale skin. “Hey, I heard you weren’t feeling well.”

With her eyes still closed, she whispered weakly, clutching her chest, “Can’t breathe. . . so tight.”

“That’s because your ribs are heavily fractured.” You began, going in straight for the points. “And that caused your punctured lung. As we speak, there is air pushing on your lung. If we don’t treat it now, it will collapse.”

“My baby. . .” She whispered, her hand lowering to her rounding stomach.

“Your baby has a 50% chance of survival.” You told her. “But we will do everything we can to save the both of you.”

Eventually, you saw her nod and that was all it took for you and your colleagues to rush her to the lab. Once the anesthesia you gave her had set in, you started the surgery. It took precision and grace to place the incision correctly. There was a lot of pressure weighing on your shoulders as you inserted the tube between her ribs and into the injured lung, so as to suck out the excess air. After hooking the tube to a device for the healing process, you felt all the weight just go away.

“Stitch her up, keep a close eye on her blood levels.” You said to the other nurses. You let out a huge breath, holding your face as you slid down across the wall.

The digital clock on the wall flashed numbers that both alarmed and relieved you. Since it was three o’clock in the morning and the situation in the hospital lightened, it was time for you to go home.

It took you an insane amount of time to change into your casual clothes, your arms were just so freaking sore and limp. You banged your head against the wall once more, feeling absolutely tired.

The sound of the door banging open didn’t faze you at all. When you looked up, annoyance filled your veins as you saw the same doctor who insisted on sending your patient home. You gave him a tired smile, patting his shoulder as you passed by him. “Good work today.”

Maybe he misunderstood your lack of enthusiasm, due to your exhaustion, as snark. He gripped your arm tightly, preventing you from moving any further.

“You know, just because you were on a couple of talk shows, it doesn’t mean you’re better than us!”

This is what you got for complimenting people. You shoved him away, ignoring his remark.

You pulled your coat tighter as you walked in the morning air. Brushes of wind bringing shivers and tremors all around you. During these times, when the light colors played across the skies, your hometown looked beautiful.

It didn’t take long for you to reach your home, moving a bit closer to the hospital made you more accessible. However, your whole body just froze at the sight of the door to your house left ajar.

On instinct, you reached for the gun in your bag. As you kept it at bay, you slowly searched for the intruder. The closest place was the kitchen, it was empty. You padded across the room and came to a halt once you saw the figures in the living room.

“What the hell?” You contained the anxiety nagging you at the back of your head. Noticing the people casually lounging on your couch.

One man, he was dressed in a dark trenchcoat and an eye patch. He spoke to you first. “Doctor Y/L/N, how would you like to work with S.H.I.E.L.D.?”

“I already have a job, so no thanks.” You enunciated the words slowly, still in shock. “Now, would you please get out of my house?”

“Great. I’m Nick Fury.” The same man stood up, coming to place a hand on your shoulder. “You can start today by helping Tony Stark over here.”

That’s when you noticed the man who was bleeding out of his abdomen. It was in your nature to help others, so it didn’t take much of an effort to cave in.

Setting down your gun, “If I help your friend, will you leave?”

As you saw him nod, you made your way to the man who was claimed to be Tony Stark. He was laid out on one of your long couch with another man sitting by the end of his legs.

“I’m Bruce Banner,” He introduced himself, staring sorrowfully at Stark. “He passed out hours ago. Now I just think he’s sleeping.”

You nodded, hesitantly brushing the stray strands of hair away from his face. As you leaned in, you whispered, “Mr. Stark, how do you feel?”

Stark’s eyes drowsily opened, blinking a couple of times before his gaze landed on you. In a soft tone and sly smirk, he said, “So much — much better now that you’re here.”

“I’m going to need something,” You turned to the guy named Bruce, he was quite shocked at first but then he stood up, nodding shakily. “Bathroom is upstairs, first door to the left. There’s a first aid kit in the top cabinet.”

Once Bruce left your sight, you turned to Stark once more. Hovering over his bleeding wound, you said, “Okay, Mr. Stark, I’m going to need you to cooperate taking your shirt off.”

“Wow, okay, this is the fastest I’ve been with a woman,” Tony remarked as you drifted your fingers across his skin to lift up his shirt, him groaning softly at different intervals.

“I don’t think I associate myself with the likes of you,” You muttered, assessing his injury. “What exactly happened to you?”

“I got stabbed. But I think what you just said cut me deeper. In my heart.” Stark muttered, genuinely trying to not shiver from your hold.

“The good thing is, Mr. Stark, you’ll live. There aren’t any fatal injuries.” You told him, grabbing the first aid kit that Bruce handed you.

After you soaked the sterile dressing in the sterile water you carried, you pressed against it his skin, Stark immediately jumped up, making you retract your hand away from him in surprise. “Mr. Stark, is there anything wrong?”

He shook his head sluggishly, running his hands over his face. “No, that felt really good.”

In response, you stiffened, not seeming to know why. Nevertheless, you placed the dressing on the wound. You took great caution in every move you made. You reached for the bandage and began to wrap it around his waist. “That’s it, Mr. Stark. You’re all done. Be sure to change the dressing every 12 to 24 hours.”

“Alright, thank you. Now we best be on our way. We’ll contact you if we need you again.” Nick Fury said, already having Bruce Banner carry Stark out.

“I still have a job,” You pointed out.

“I still don’t care.”

The first time it happened, you brushed it off.

Tony Stark walked into the hospital, catching the eyes of everyone there. He walked right up to where you were standing and shoved a huge bouquet right into your face. He had a devilish smirk plastered on his face, “For the lady who stopped me from dying.”

You dropped the bouquet of roses in shock as you heard the sound of a mariachi band playing behind you. You turned to Tony whose grin widened profusely. “Will you go on a date with me?”

“No.”

You hoped that would be the end of it. Until you saw your name written in the skies, once again being asked on a date by a certain billionaire. Then, Stark was on the top of the hospital roof, screaming for you to go on a date with him with a megaphone. He even went as far as buying you a house.

About the fourth time, he took a trip to the hospital, you decided to put an end to all the madness. You pulled him quickly into a secluded room before he could do anything eccentric and loud.

“So naughty,” He muttered, looking around the room full of medical accessories. When his gaze turned to you, he smiled immediately, “Y/N, looking beautiful as always.”

“Mr. Stark—” You were interrupted by him putting his hand up to stop you.

“Please,” He waved his hand around. “It’s Tony. We are, after all, going to be colleagues in work.”

“What?” You interjected, wide-eyed. “I already told your boss I have a job.”

“First, he’s not my boss. Second, Fury is weird like that but he most definitely is honest about hiring you.” Stark corrected.

You shook your head quickly, not wanting to believe any of this. “Whatever game you’re playing, I don’t want to take part in it.”

Raising your eyebrow as he began to speak shut him up immediately. One of the perks of being a highly intimidating woman, you thought. “Don’t think I’ve forgotten the stunt you pulled. Who the hell buys someone a house for no reason?"

“I do,” Tony whispered, looking at the floor all of a sudden.

“Have you gone mad?” You exclaimed, voice raising a few octaves higher.

Tony lifted his head, the infamous smirk already there. His gaze was focused entirely on you, the intensity shaking your mind. “Definitely.”

Once again, Stark beat you to words in your little verbal battle. “You know, I have about ten deliveries of diamond jewelry ready for you.”

“No! I don’t want that, you lunatic!”

“Well,” He shrugged. “Go on a date with me. It’s as simple as that, darling.”

“I don’t want to go on a date with you.” In all honesty, there was nothing wrong with the idea. But you knew what was holding you back, and the memories weren't pretty.

“Why not?” He pushed, exhaustion already dawning on you.

“Because.” You countered, feeling extremely proud of this comeback for some weird reason. It was probably because of the extensive lack of conditioning in the room, or most likely the tension between you two.

“That’s a really bad reason. Which makes me wonder why you’d come up with such a thing.” He replied.

“It’s because I don’t want to go on a date with you.” Answering with a mere shrug and monotonous tone.

“How could you not want to go on a date with me?” Stark exclaimed, waving his arms around in a wide motion. “I’m charming.”

“Loud.” You laughed, crossing your arms across your chest.

“Smart.”

“Cocky.”

“Ladies man.”

“Exactly!” You raised your voice to prove a major point. “Who’s to say you won’t get bored of me and run away into the sunset with another person?”

“I’m here with you,” He gestured to the room, pulling on the collar of his shirt. “Barely coping through this heat. But I’m here. And I’m not going anywhere.”

“You don’t even know me.” You challenged.

“That’s why we’re going on a date.” He winked. “One of many, let me warn you.”

“Who’s to say our relationship will even last?” You scoffed, daring him for an answer.

“I will be with you for as long as you have me.” He placed his hands on your waist, drawing you closer. Almost instinctively, you leaned your head on his chest, listening to every rhythmic beat of his heart. “Just take a little leap of faith with me.”

“Okay,” You mumbled hesitantly, a small already forming on your lips. You burrowed your face deeper into the crook of his neck, savoring the warmth and sweet scent all around you. It felt a little like home.

“I’m so relieved you said that. There’s a little parade I put together for you when we’d come out of the hospital. Would have been embarrassing if you said no. I think I have an elephant float just cruising down the straight with your name on it.” He blurted all of a sudden, making the both of you laugh obnoxiously.

“It’s alright.” You said, pulling away from him and staring directly into his eyes. “Might even be perfect.”

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anonil88 · 6 years ago

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Loyal Lines, Loyal Stunts (wayhaught college au) : Chapter 6

Notes: So i did an update and I am leaving for a funeral, but i am going to try and update a few chapters before i do that plane flying thing.

Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/16373183/chapters/38681555#workskin

Fanfiction: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13091723/6/Loyal-Lines-Loyal-Stunts

Tw: for cursing (its wynonna) and verbal abuse (oh willa) Also two things: Pinwear day are special days designated by your greek organization where you have to wear your groups pin and dress in business casual wear. Flashbacks, memories, and lyrics are italicized; Text messages are bolded.

Waverly woke up yet, again alone. Well not completely Vanessa, her roommate, lurked into their room early in the morning. She tried not to think too much about the day prior and didn't even check her phone. A part of her was racked with worry that Nicole wouldn’t even message her after the yesterday. She knew that Nicole was worrying about her and wondering if she was okay and likely wonder why exactly she walked up to the revenants unscathed. Ignoring the thought Waverly tried to get through the day without dwelling too much about what she could not fix and what she knew would eventually have happened. She knew eventually she would have to face the skeletons in her closet sooner or later. Despite the inner turmoil she was facing she made everything seem normal for everyone around her. She upped her normal pristine image it being pinwear day gave her an excuse to dress up. She wore her hair pin straight and her pink turtleneck with a pair of loose black pants. Waverly woke up extra early just to put the effort into the silkiness of her long brown tressles. Wynonna would be proud at the hair maintenance skills she donned from her. Her too long tan coat was not dragging on the ground due to a pair of her favorite heeled boots. She dug the boots from the bin in the bottom of her small dorm closet filled with things from her home in purgatory. When she fished them out of the container she also stumbled upon a dirty wrinkled leather vest. Unfolding the vest she sat on her rug gazing at the object with lost eyes. The vest’s back was partially covered in a single faded off white bottom banner. The banner was clinging to the vest with thick black thread and a leather epoxy that still faintly smelled of burning rubber. That smell reminded her of the rotating wheels of a big wheel Dyna pulling at freshly laid asphalt. Blue stitching was fraying underneath Waverly’s fingers as she traced over the letters. The letters were coming undone but still read out angel face in a thick scripted font. Waverly's alarm tone and a groaning fast asleep Nessa shook her from her memories. She shoved the vest back under the mountain of shoes that desperately needed to be sorted through. These boots that clicked against classroom floors made her slightly taller but not as tall as Nicole. In her mind she wondered if she would be tall enough to rest her forehead to Nicole’s without having the taller girl lean down for her.There i go again she internally chastised. Besides the revenant business Nicole also filled her mind. It wasn't just then as she left the dorm Nicole also invaded her thoughts all day. Even when she was getting compliments left and right in between tutoring and mandatory workshops she thought of what her friend was up to. In the middle of her busy schedule she never did get to message her about if she was okay after everything. She felt worse about that then when Champ surprised her in the history building hallway. He was wrapping his burly frame around her from behind and she prayed it was Nicole. But, it wasn't and she let him annoy her while she printed off copies for a tutee. Waverly texted Nicole but the conversation was awkward. Even more so after Nicole asked if she was doing any better for the 10th time.

Nicole

If you are okay, are we just not going to talk about the pink elephant?

Waverly

What elephant?

Nicole

(-_-) okay then i guess if that is how you want to be.

Waverly

Im sorry. I guess i just want to forget that it ever happened?

Nicole

Ok, but would you want to file a police report to feel better?

But, Waverly made sure to decline. A report would only escalate the lingering situation from a possibility to catastrophic inevitability. She was sitting in a large upholstered chair in the student center, as she thought back to her stop on the police talk. One thing Waverly would never be, on purpose, was a tattle tale or a narc no matter what her elder sisters might refute. Especially Willa, Willa who she tried to stuff so far in her mind that her stomach churned at the thought of her name. While physically Waverly seemed to be stoic as she let the chair swallow her, her mind went to her dark place. The sound of lightning clapped against the sunny and cloud covered sky. A storm was churning passed the mountains in the far distance the gray and black peaks creeping towards Purgatory.

“You ruined everything, you always ruin everything,” Willa spat at a frightened six year old Waverly. Waverly was tucked behind a rickety wooden sitting chair in the homestead’s kitchen.

Her small hands trembled and her eyes grew puffy hoping this chair could block the storm growing in her sister. She had a clear shot of Willas face, contorted with anger and raging irises burning past the chair frame. Their eyes were always so similar but, Willa always carried a deep resentment in her own. Waverly hoped that the chair would deflect the words being hurled her way or at least the stinging slaps that could follow. Their father, Ward, was dragging Willa’s latest older boy toy down the dirt driveway of their home. Leading the boy no doubt to where his parents beat up minivan was parked in the driveway. The girls were left home alone while Ward attempted to play sheriff half sober. These days he had been doing a worse job than usual as the drinking was getting worse. When he came home early for lunch and caught Willa necking said boy in her room the blame fell on Waverly at least from Willa’s perspective. No matter how many times she protested and Wy backed her up Willa was upset. No she was livid. Willa grasped one of wards almost empty small bottles of whiskey. She downed the small amount left and hurled the bottle in Waverly's direction. Twelve almost Thirteen year old Willa was every inch of her daddys image. The wicked words and the bullheaded stubbornness. One thing they all inherited was his fight versus flight instincts. Waverly ducked the shattering glass and sobbed outloud. “Please Willa i promise,” Waverly’s squeaking voice cried out. “Always crying like a baby, that’s how i know YOU aren’t my sister, YOU cry too much.” Willa cut her sister off. She was taunting Waverly by circling the table after her. Waverly didn’t know why but her sister seemed so much bigger and far scarier than any other time before this. Little did baby Waverly know that things would only get so much worse the year after. Wynonna had stepped in once she hid the guns they kept in the house from their dad. She was sure he would have killed that 15 year old for messing with his 12 year old, drunk or not. Wynonna began pulling Willa to sit in the living room forcibly trying to put some distance between her sisters.

Willa continued to jire, “She's not our blood Nonna. She is just some half breed that momma had and now we have to put up with.” Waverly curled herself into a ball and waited to hear Willa running out of the house. A loud bang of the front door slamming confirmed what always would happen. When Wynonna returned to the kitchen she grabbed a dusty old broom and pan to collect the glass on the floor inches from her shuttering sister. Waverly was panting and crumpled under that wooden chair it did protect her. After sweeping the shards and sitting them far away from drunk old men and clumsy kids Wynonna huddled next to her baby sister. “Don’t listen to her she’s wicked when she’s mad.” Wynonna attempted to coax her sister from under the chair. Waverly, then sniffling, made her way onto her sisters lap. Wynonna tousled the little girls growing mane, “You know you are the best Earp because your better than us. Stay better baby girl.”

Wynonna was so young trying to hold it together. Trying so hard to maintain the insanity until it happened. The incident that changed so much for the Earp name and how people viewed their family was on the horizon, but none of them knew that then. Waverly loved Wynonna but, feared Willa even when they eventually reconnected. Time would help her forgive but Waverly could never forget the way her heart sank when Willa’s voice echoed in her ears. When Ward did enter the house again he just pulled a bottle of whiskey from his coat pocket. He sat in the same chair he always did and drank away. Waverly wondered if he even could hear her sobs or even cared about her whether she was his or not.

It was good that the recounted memory was fading and the color was coming back to her face, because when she looked up Wynonna was striding towards her seat. Waverly smiled as her sister clad in a fringe leather jacket, spandex jeans, and a lasagna del ray shirt sauntered in front of her. Wynonna sent finger guns Waverly’s direction when she was close enough to see her sister’s lopsided smile. Waverly returned the motion and Wy sat on the ottoman in front of her. There were a few wide eyed boys in the student center and a few concerned gazes from professors on break. No matter how many times her sister visited campus she always seemed to get odd stairs.

“Heyyy baby girl you look...nice,” Wynonna said raising her eyebrow.

Waverly shook her head and closed the book in her lap placing it in her bag, “It is just pinwear day Wy i have to look nice.”

“Nah Earp i have seen you on other cult days and this is a whole nother level.” Wynonna waggled her eyebrows, “ You got a hot date.” “Yea sure i am blowing off our talk off to get lucky with the guy of my dreams,” Waverly joked back. “Or girl, which is fine by me,” Wynonna interjected loudly receiving and playful slap from her younger sister. “Where is Officer Ginger these days Waves.” Waverly sighed, “Well that is kind of why i need to talk to you.” Wynonna’s eyes got wider. “No, not for advice it has to do with what i texted you,” Waverly quickly replied. “Right, Rev scum party of three,” Wynonna muttered as she fiddled with a charm on Waverly’s bookbag. A group of girls all dressed in similar clothes filed out of the dining hall and others started to pour in from the external doors. Wynonna grimaced, “Look waves your cult of Heathers’ has arrived to indoctrinate you.” “Ha ha,” Waverly fake laughed as she made her way over to some of her fellow sigmas. They all stood against the largest open wall in the student center and proceeded to make pose after pose after pose. There was a flash with every position as a tall fraternity member was taking each photo with a plastered puppy dog grin on his face. Wynonna stared at the event like it was the prohibition era and bottles of whiskey were being poured into a river. Horror oh the sheer horror, she never understood why Waverly would join the group. Then again Wynonna never really found herself wanting to assimilate into normalcy for or with anyone. When Waverly was finished talking and returned, Wynonna was standing making googly eyes at a very familiar football coach. Waverly groaned and slipped her bag on before dragging her sister outside. “Call me later Xavier,” Wynonna said a bit too seductively for Waverly’s comfort as they passed him on the way out. He smiled in her direction and Wynonna’s cheeks turned a light shade of pink. “Really Wynonna,” Waverly silently judged and chastised her sister but was inwardly kind of happy that Wynonna was in her usual swing of affairs. “Oh don’t get your panties in a bunch. He is actually kind of cool,” Wynonna said as she rounded the old red jeep and hopped in the passenger seat. Waverly had slipped into the driver’s side Wynonna’s keychain dangling on her fingertips as she slid the key inside and turned over the ignition. The jeep stalled with a stuttering puff after a coaxing coo and tap on the hood from both sisters the engine turned over. Waverly pulled out of the teacher/visitors lot and started her way back to Wynonna’s place. The car ride was filled with a bit of blaring rock and roll as they took to the freeway. The song switched as Waverly took their exit and a familiar song hit Waverly’s ears. Wynonna started to choppily belt out; Saturday night I was downtown Working for the F.B.I. Sitting in a nest of bad men Whiskey bottles piling high Boot legging boozer on the west side Full of people who are doing wrong Just about to call up the D.A. man When I heard this woman singing a song. Waverly chimed in with her sister, actually keeping on note with the radio playing Long Cool Woman by The Hollies. They finished the song just as Waverly stopped the car in front of a slightly dilapidated apartment complex. Wynonna stepped out and led them both upstairs, they passed the old but reliable chopped silver yamaha xs650 parked under a crooked tree. The bike had seen better days but the shiny extended handlebars glimmered in the cloudy sunlight. It was nicknamed peacemaker after the similar looking revolver that Wynonna kept on her person at all times. That gun had saved both sisters many many times and deserved to be commemorated in some way. When they were both sprawled on Wynonna’s beat up leather each sipping on a beer Wy broke the unspoken tension. “What happened babygirl,” Wynonna’s voice was filled with concern. Waverly sat up straighter against the couch arm holding the glass bottle with both hands. Her line of vision peering into the light brown bitter brew. The inside of her lip was being tugged by her teeth as she formed her thoughts. Wynonna was patient and just watched her little sister until she was ready to speak. The ticking of a clock on the wall reminding them both that time was still passing in the silence. Waverly took another sip of her beer before recounting yesterday to her sister, when she got to the part where she was sitting in Nicole’s car she hesitated. Her sister did not like cops of any kind and she knew Wynonna would not be too ecstatic that Waverly was interested, seriously interested, in hopefully a future deputy of the law. Wynonna sensed her sisters apprehensiveness and tapped her knee ushering her to go ahead.

“We were in her car talking. Well i was talking and she was listening. She was looking at me different nonna,” Waverly’s accent started to peak out more and more as she recounted. “I was scared like good scared. Scared like how i want to try parachuting out of a plane at 15,000 feet or maybe swimming out so far into the ocean that i can't see the bottom anymore.” “Woah there wave extreme much,” Wynonna stopped her sister for a moment. This was a bit intense and she knew all about her sisters emotions with relationships. She could pine over a guy that was for sure and even if he was no good for her, her sister was too good to leave. Wynonna did admit to herself that this did seem different though. It seemed honest still, she always aired on the side of caution when it came to Waverly. Reckless was her thing and safety was for her sweet baby sister.

“Wynonnaaaa,” Waverly near shouted causing her sister to startle. Waverly looked annoyed bordering upset and Wy chose to tell her to continue rather than face her wrath. “As i was saying she scares me Nonna. I don’t even know if i am gay i know i am not straight but i kind of went in to kiss her” “Kind of ?” Wynonna questioned as always. “The revenants showed up,” Waverly said ignoring the lingering question. Wynonna’s face went from playful to straight laced. Her fingers gripped the bottle a bit tighter. “It was Jim, Jonas and Peeper, they were burning tire in the parking lot of my building.” Waverly gulped from the beer ingesting more liquid courage. “I panicked and ran up to them, it was stupid i know. But, when they saw me Whiskey Jim went to grab me.” “Asshole,” Wynonna scoffed while sipping on her own beer to keep composure. Waverly rolled her eyes and continued, “When i reminded them that campus was filled with cops, was off limits, and that i happened to be their boss's sister in law they peeled off.” Wynonna gave a knowing eye, “And…” “And i reminded them i was a pretty accurate shot with a shotgun or a rifle their choice,” Waverly giggled nervously. Wynonna returned a cheeky smile and pulled her sister in for a side hug. She kissed her sisters forehead. Waverly was no longer a baby, but it would always be Wynonna’s job to protect her. Gus would kill her if anything happened to her niece, really either of them. Gus sent them both east in hopes that they would escape Purgatory’s small town curse. “No doubt they let bobo the clown in on that little act Waves, but at least even he has his own fucked up rules to follow. I am glad you stuck up for yourself just be careful with the revs they are unpredictable. And…” Wynonna was stalling. “And be careful with Officer Haught, i will.” Waverly knew what he sister was going to say. Wynonna snorted, “Officer Haught, that is going to be fun. Eh, yea haught shot too.” *** Nicole was helping Chrissy and the rest of the Tau Zeta crew clean up for the party after her shift. She was quiet most of the time methodically carrying out her plan of action. She designated everyone jobs just to keep things organized. When they were all finished the non- housemates went home for the most part. Before Chrissy left she’d asked if Nicole was okay, but she shrugged off the suggestion that she wasn’t. Those that lingered would just head to the game early on Tomorrow morning. Nicole made sure to take off work for tomorrow night to help keep the peace in her own home. She would work late doing another security officer’s shift but would not be late enough to miss the smell of weed and alcohol filling her house. Instead of dwelling on her dread she was dragging herself, a beer, and a slice of gluten free pizza up to her room. Once she stared at the slice in her bedroom light it looked less appetizing but her stomach was in knots so she ate it anyway. Nicole put on a random tv show trying to tune out the voice in her head. Waverly is lying. Nicole closed her eyes hoping to ignore her internal conscience that told her something was wrong. The voice that told her Waverly was in trouble. Instead ignoring the voice just made things worse and she found herself getting frustrated. She rolled over and found her phone on the side table. Gliding her finger to the phone app and hovering over Waverly’s name she hit the green dial button. Nicole sat on the bed head in hand and phone to ear. She was determined to get an answer from Waverly. Determined to find out why the girl insisted she was okay but shook in her arms until she found sleep. Then again as the phone rang, Nicole wondered why did she care. Yes they were friends, but they definitely weren't anything more. There was nothing more in the way Waverly looked at her and definitely nothing more in that almost kiss. Nicole’s thoughts were stopped when a fresh with sleep Waverly Earp answered the phone. “Nicole,” Waverly asked quietly. The chords of an acoustic Ring of Fire had woken her up. Sighing Nicole whispered back, “Hi Waves, i just wanted to make sure you were okay again. Text are one thing but hearing your voice is another.”

Waverly yawned, “Mmhmm i’m okay Nicole just hanging with Wynonna, catching up.”

“Okay then Wave,” Nicole stalled having nothing to say to that. Waverly did sound better, less shaken and more stirred. Nicole guessed it had to do with her sister. They seemed close and she noticed how quickly Waverly relaxed after trying to contact her sister that night. Although in her eyes Waves seemed more mothering her older sister than what most would expect from a younger sister.

Waverly rubbed her eyes and sat up on the familiar bed she was sleeping on. When Wynonna insisted she stay the night as a safety precaution she couldn't say no. They fetched a few things from her dorm including her cheer uniform for the game and Waverly ended up watching Jeopardy with her sister. It was actually fun teaching Wynonna something other than latin curse words. They both needed the distraction from everything. Wynonna had more boy trouble than whiskey and she had a lot of whiskey. So now here Waverly was sleeping in her sister’s room while she worked in whatever bar she was serving at this week. Waverly played with a strand of hair nervously before she said, “are you angry with me?”

Nicole was surprised but, honest and replied. “Yes, because you didn’t tell me the truth and no, because i am just glad that you are okay now at least.”

Waverly smiled listening to Nicole's tone lighten up. There was a sigh as Nicole laid on her bed. “I’m glad i am okay too.”

“Does this mean you are going to tell me when you aren’t okay, Waves,” Nicole questioned her eyes feeling heavier than before. “Maybe,” Waverly laid under the blanket on her side wishing Nicole was there. Nicole laughed quietly, “just let me in i don’t bite and tell me about your day.”

It seemed like whenever she spoke to Waverly she let her do most of the talking. Nicole knew Waverly was usually being spoken to and told what to do rather than not. That came with being in a sorority that prided itself on group think rather than individuality. Nicole actually enjoyed hearing how Waverly’s day went, her day always seemed to include a funny story about her kindness. That was usually a contrast to Nicole’s day sure she was able to see the kindness on this campus but, she was also becoming more accustomed to the more illegal things on campus. For some reason they caught two seperate drug deals on campus today and they weren’t the usual adderall or pot deal. They were dealing newer party drugs than the WHU security was accustomed to and actual police officers had to come collect the drugs for evidence. All that seemed so crazy compared to Waverly's stories of helping librarians and students playing soccer in the quad. It wasn’t long before the lull of Waverly’s voice transported Nicole into a place filled with cotton candy dreams and gluten filled pizza.

Waverly was still talking when she heard the steady rhythm of breathing through the speaker. Nicole fell asleep and Waverly couldn't help but blush. “Goodnight Nicole, ” she whispered. Waverly left the phone on speaker on the pillow next to her.

A quiet but audible goodnight waves came back to her. Waverly fell asleep listening to Nicole relax back into a deep sleep and Nicole slept soundly with her phone resting on her rising and falling chest.

#wayhaught #wayhaught fanfic #wayhaught fic #college au #wayhaught college au #loyal lines loyal stunts #llls chapter 6 #llls #nicole haught #waverly x nicole #Waverly Earp #cheerleader waverly #wynonna earp fanfiction #fanfiction

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keithxhappiness · 6 years ago

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Voltron S8 Review (SPOILERS)

SPOILERS AHEAD FOR VOLTRON SEASON 8 PEOPLE!

OK, so I just finished Voltron Season 8. I had to watch it a day late because I went to see Into the Spiderverse (which was REVOLUTIONARY btw, I highly recommend seeing and supporting it!)

One of my biggest fears about watching it late was that something would be spoiled for me by twitter/tumblr/youtube, and although I got through it without any spoilers, I did see some general negativity surrounding the finale, without really knowing why though.

But after finishing it, I took a look at some of the comments to try to decipher what it was that made people think it was so terrible! So, here are my thoughts on the finale itself, and on peoples’ thoughts about the finale:

First, I would just like to say thank you to Voltron.

I have never been one for shipping battles, and I was never concerned with all of the controversy surrounding the political statements that could be made through the show.

My main focus was the story, and my connection to the characters, particularly Keith. No, not just because I think he’s insanely attractive.

Because, he reminds me of myself…I also struggle with trusting other people, and I often think I can do everything myself or that it would be easier if I took control of the situation. I’m not patient enough to give others a chance, which is something I recognize and am working to change.

So, Keith’s development embodies my own objectives. Which is part of the reason why I love him (the other being how HOT he is).

Keith aside, everything in this season was meant to display the core idea of this story: strength through unity. It is something I hope to truly experience one day, and I think it has been demonstrated beautifully throughout the show.

It is obvious to me that a lot of effort, thought, and work has been put into animating and producing this series, something that I am angered to see not appreciated enough.

Even when you don’t enjoy certain aspects of the story, there is NO DOUBT that the creators deserve respect. Respect needs to accompany criticism of the series, or else how can you possibly expect the creators to respect your criticisms?

So, to everyone who worked on Voltron, from the seeds of its creation to its conclusion, thank you, from the bottom of my heart, and I wish you the best in all your future endeavours.

I can’t wait to see what you come up with next :)

I guess I shall split this next part of the review into things I didn’t particularly like, and things that I liked.

Starting with the things I personally didn’t enjoy (and some other commentary):

a) Allura and Lance:

Ah yes, the dreaded Allurance. Although I said that I wasn’t heavily involved in shipping in this show, I was unfortunately all too aware of the war waged within the fandom, which frankly, was more chaotic than the war in the show itself :’)

Other than Lotura, I didn’t ship anyone with anyone else, personally. And I understood the resistance to Allura and Lance becoming a couple. I didn’t feel any chemistry between the two of them, and particularly for Allura, I only felt that she saw Lance as her family, just as she saw all the others.

Like, when he confessed to loving her in Episode 1, I felt that her reaction was something akin to “UM, cool, cool. Same here." However, there is no denying that the seeds for this union were planted from the start of the show. It would be foolish to think that this wasn’t their plan all along, really.

But somehow, it just didn’t click. I can’t wrap my head around why, though! For me, I think that I prefer the idea of two characters coming together as friends, and then romantically, if they’ve been helping one another overcome some emotional trauma. You could argue that Lance was doing that for Allura, but it didn’t really happen until this specific season, and so, it didn’t quite establish the strength of their bond in time for their romance to feel like anything but just something that happened.

ALL THAT SAID, their scenes together were still very cute…and the Altean markings she left behind on his face BROKE ME. If only the strength of their union, and their mutual love for eachother, was established a little earlier - season 6, maybe - it may have felt more right.

And when she left him behind, I expected MORE from him, resistance-wise. I didn’t like that he just…let her go, after a few tears and a kiss. I wanted him to pull her back, to offer himself instead, or to see him destroyed when they were returned to their reality.

But, I’ve never experienced this type of loss before. And, maybe, deep-down, he knew that he could do nothing to stop her. I just…wanted to see more from him.

Even when she had absorbed the entity. His role was too, too passive. A few times, he’d go “Allura, um, I don’t think this is safe…maybe we should think about this…” and Allura would respond with “No, shut up I know what im doing”, and Lance would just shut up. I wanted him to pull her and shake her and force her to come to her senses!

b) Allura’s death:

I am really sad to say that I knew this was coming.

I can’t believe the leaks were real. I guess they didn’t technically spoil anything because there was also doubt surrounding their authenticity.

And even knowing that it would happen, I AM NOT OKAY WITH IT.

I am happy that they established very early in this season the lengths to which Allura would go to stop Honerva. It was always clear that she was ready to sacrifice herself. Even when she was saying her goodbyes, she seemed to already have come to terms with the fact that her path was ending.

But, that doesn’t mean I’m happy with it.

You know, it’s interesting, I always say that I hate “happy” endings. I prefer my endings to be bitter sweet - like green tea lemonade. So, for everyone to get what they want — that to me is just too good to be true, and bothers me, because real life does not have a neat little ending like that.

So, I knew the ending had to be enveloped in some amount of loss. But for Allura to lose her life, after all that she’s lost, I had hoped she would get to keep her future.

Even without her past, that she could move forward and forge a new world for her people, and get to see that world with her own eyes. IF ANYONE deserved this, it would be Allura.

And like other people, I was really mad that she never had an opportunity to say goodbye to Coran, who was essentially her father figure, or to her own father’s soul.

So, in short, I didn’t want the “death” of the show to be Allura’s….but we don’t always get what we want…

c) Honerva:

I hated her, and not just because she was the antagonist.

The hilarious thing was that Season 8 had the exact same plot as Into the Spider-verse :’) And I still don’t understand why anyONE, crazy, evil, or otherwise, thinks that it’ll be a good idea to travel between REALITIES to find another version of your lost family.

I guess IT’S TRUE that people would do anything for their family, but it seems ridiculous to me that they wouldn’t consider the possible consequences for themselves as well their own world. It’s like time-travel. You just don’t mess with that shit.

But I also hated her as the antagonist. Her objective to me was just not compelling enough…I didn’t really feel her love for Lotor or for Zarkon. I just felt that she was cray cray.

For example, consider Castlevania: a show that excellently protrays the antagonist (Dracula’s) loss. You see why Dracula loved his family, the kind of (immortal) life he could have had.

But other than a few scenes when they were in her consciousness, I just didn’t really believe in her love.

I didn’t want to see her reunited with anyone. I just wanted her to chill out and leave my babies alone.

I also didn’t like how easy it was for Allura to sway her at the end. She seemed so weak-minded and stupid, despite having all the power that she did.

WHY DID ORIANDE EVEN CONSIDER HER WORTHY?!?!?!?!

d) Some other things:

I wasn’t a huge fan of the amount of action comprising this season. I mean, not that it’s the show’s fault - this is a space opera about giant mechs, so obviously, there are going to be space and mech battles.

But I guess I prefer ground/hand-to-hand combat. It’s hard for me to follow mech fights, and I just like sword fights. This is a matter of personal preference, though.

BUT, I will say that because there were SO MANY Robeast/mech fights, there wasn’t as much time for character-character interaction.

So, that made me sad.

So many opportunities gone - opportunities for James/Acxa and Keith to interact (esp after the Ezor/Zethrid conflict), etc.

This season was really flashy, and while I like flashy, as I said before, I also value the emotional connections between the characters a lot and wish that a greater emphasis could have been placed on them.

Things I liked:

Keith being a fearless leader

Krolia NOT dying - thank goodness for that, that was really worrying me

When Keith made his speech in EP1, and Krolia and Kolivan were smiling proudly :))

Matt (sad to see his ponytail go, but he still cayuuuute)

Lotor, all of the little Lotor scenes (AH, I JUST WANT TO ADOPT HIM AND RAISE HIM WITH LOVE) - saddened not to have seen him returned :((

The pictures at the end - happy to see everyone happy and thriving!

AND EVERYTHING ELSE NOT MENTIONED!

All in all, I think it is absolutely absurd (in the Snape voice) not to watch the season just because you heard some negative things. Don’t be as easily swayed as the Alteans were. Watch it yourself, think for yourself, and form your own opinion. Regardless of what you didn’t like, you can’t deny that this show has been a wild, beautiful ride. PEACE.

#vld s8 spoilers #vld s8 #vlds8 #vld keith

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sparda3g · 7 years ago

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Attack on Titan Chapter 105 Review

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This chapter marks the end of the arc or at least the invasion on Marley. The Survey Corps are heading home with achievements that Eren would be proud of. But at what cost is the driving theme. Whether the tactic or ploy comes with great benefits or draw the best result than any other, the responsibility lies on Eren’s hands and any price will cost him critically. This was a thrilling conclusion that blurs the thoughts of right and wrong actions that no matter what way you believed in, in the midst of war, there’s never the perfect way to escape from tragic outcome.

After a series of intense action with brutal fatalities, beat down, and all around insanity, it’s quite refreshing to sit back as we watch the Survey Corps to rendezvous to the airship. Of course, the last chapter did leave some trail of a possible shocking twist with Gabi aiming to kill, but it was going to accordingly for the most part. The chapter was more about the shortly aftermath of the battle with characters’ development. It also revealed the plot twist that was long speculated as well as a lot of consequences to be made for this effective yet suicidal plan.

What should have been a nice and charming scene is Eren reunited with his best friend, Armin, but instead, it shows the awareness of how far one has changed. It’s not that Armin decides to hate the guy or anything, because he does give out his hand to grab onto. He will always be his best friend despite of his action, but much like Mikasa’s reaction 2 chapters ago, there’s a sign of sadness. After what happened here, I hope those three have a time to reflect everything after the moment at the beach.

What’s more fitting to knock some senses or pummel to express their mood on Eren than Levi himself. I thought it was telling how Mikasa actually restrained herself from defending Eren because she knows very well that this is all Eren’s fault. That’s how much his action affected them, not even she can defend it. Levi’s quote about him being the best to kick around practically say he’s always the troublemaker that he has to deal with constantly. Something never changes.

Eren continues to challenge the fans whether he has any emotional connection with anyone when he doesn’t care to be arrested; so long he got his point across. Interesting that he is being under arrest; I wonder how that’s going to flow back at Paradis Island. It’s a clever way to set up for us to see how the current government system works. Levi can’t stand the look on Eren’s face like he got his wish. It says something when he’s the guy who talked about any road leads to its consequences.

This arc is the first for the original cast of Survey Corps to experience the state of war with the invasion, so it’s no wonder the reactions would differ from anyone. Anything else before it was more about defense and their target was solely on titans or terrorist. Now the role has switched and Jean and others are not comfortable about it. Hearing how they lost 6 lives devastated Jean like this is the first time they lost people. The real point of it addresses later on.

Floch’s reaction is interesting. The thing about his character isn’t portrayed to be dislikable by default; he’s about the other side of the outlook. While Jean and other old friends grieve over the losses, Floch look at the battle as a major victory; celebrating with everyone who agrees. Interesting to note that majority of them are new recruits. I can’t say I dislike the character because it exploit the other view that some could relate as well. It’s just how it is.

It was charming of Connie to look at the other side of war: survival. They may have to get their hands dirty, but as long as they are alive, that’s all should matter. They have been together for so long; it’s quite amazing how they managed to live this long with plenty of hellfire they’ve gone through. It was nice how they reacted like the old days, keeping themselves as humanly as possible. Oh…how I wished this wasn’t the ultimate death flag.

The cliffhanger from the last chapter suggested that Gabi will cause a plot twist and although almost everyone board the ship, it’s not over. That terrified me. I was hoping to be a bluff, similar to the previous one before that, but it was clear that she was set up to do something unthinkable from Isayama.

I was actually touched by Gabi’s hardship words after Falco stopped her. My first impression was her being angry because of the losses, which itself is understandable; however, this chapter gives me a better impression of her character. It’s not only she was angry and aim for vengeance; she was really broken up by the losses of everything. She not only lost her friends and home, she lost her sense of accomplishment. She struggled to make a name for herself and essentially make the Eldians look good for everyone.

She had to put up a tough act and gave all of her efforts to make it this far. This would explain why she was hurt that Falco was trying to steal her position to be the next Armored Titan. She came this far to make everything for the better, only to be destroyed in a single night by Eren. That is hard to argue against and I did feel bad for her, despite “that” moment in which we will definitely get to it. She does fit as the poster child for Marley as she has the perks to be a warrior. Brainwashed or not, she desire for retribution.

I also feel bad for Falco because he’s having it hard to try to make things right after Reiner encouraging or more like pressuring him. After what he believed he found hope, it’s all crushed in that very moment in the basement. He tried to persuade Gabi to stop and adjust her senses to look at both side of the coin. She tells him if he ever witnesses the war that happened at Paradis Island and since he didn’t, her belief is “if you don’t see it happen, it can’t be true.” It’s like how media would manipulate the scene by avoiding the other side that could expose the manner in which could give bad vibe.

Gabi is a serious sharpshooter to aim perfectly at the recruit eye. I know she has great accuracy in the past chapter, so this doesn’t surprise me that much. The major issue is she found a way to reach to the airship with the equipment; planning to go out with a bang. In other words, go on a suicide mission. At least she is not a fool to know that she will most likely die with her plan. It’s pretty sad that she is willing to die for the sake of vengeance at a young age no less. Her farewell to Falco is also sad, knocking senses to him that he must save her.

Falco has been a sad case after Reiner (far after) because of amount of pressure and lessons he has learned. It’s ironic that despite Eren betrayed him he was still moved by his words about equality, which got him looking at a different view. Falco seems to be developing in the path of neutrality while Gabi is developing to be Eren 2.0. It lies on his shoulder to save her, so he hops along with her to the airship. Although he speaks about the chosen one to inherit Armored Titan, it does speak volumes about their friendship. It was rather delighting. Then…we got this scene…

The main anticipation is whether Gabi will kill someone we know for a long time. Honestly, if it was just that guy outside, I would have been fine. Sucks for him, but someone has to take the fall. Once she got in, it plays the moment of truth mood, hesitating to read the next page. I was hoping she will either miss or shot another new recruit. It turns out that it’s Sasha that got shot; translation: she is the one to die. Oh why in God’s name had to be her, Isayama…

It intensified drastically when Jean was aiming to kill Gabi, all remorse thrown away. It’s most likely the fans’ reaction as well. It could have been a double kill in two meanings if it wasn’t for Falco jumping in. The way how the panel shows what could have gone is scary to think. I don’t know if I was glad or not, because Gabi has easily made herself into the number one most hated character. I can’t say I hate her honestly, but it really challenged me to not get red hot like Jean at her action.

Sasha in her dying state had me shaken. I know there are series that would go out their way to kill anyone to see fit but this is still haunting. They’re trying to save her while she speaks like she is waiting for supper. It’s always disturbing when their last words reflect their personality as a whole. Jean trying not to panic is one I can relate so much. Without going deep, I had that experience recently and it’s the worst feeling I wish to erase. I was even hurt when he starts to feel upset because his reaction towards war is murder and he despises it. Now that he’s losing his friend, he can’t help but feel tore about it. Dammit, Isayama…

Jean didn’t give in the thought of tossing the children out, though I could imagine the fans would love Gabi to be tossed out. Floch does follow orders, so I give him that, but I probably should expect for some second opinion. Speaking of her, she was losing her mind; clearly she’s hitting rock bottom. That’s more reasons to kill her off, huh. Lucky for her, I think, Jean is going to give those two to meet with their Commander and this is where we got one of the biggest revelations.

I remember how everyone theorized that the person who set a trap for Pieck and Porco was Connie due to how Pieck is familiar with the person. Isayama fooled us first of all with the fact the person wasn’t a guy at all. The beard was a fake. So who is the person then? It’s technically a new character named Yellena, who Pieck is familiar with 3 years ago. You may be thinking, “Well that was cheap. It’s a new character sure, but what’s the point of secrecy?” The main point is the tie-in to the whole mission because it was planned. By who? Zeke. She is a devotee of his and if he is the one behind it, she will work as ordered.

It’s amazing how the fans’ theory has struck homerun once again. He was being suspicious throughout the arc, so it’s not so surprising. However, we are in for many explanations behind his motive, let alone why start working together with Survey Corps. How did they come to this agreement in the first place? We last saw them fighting off in a death match in the last arc, what the hell did we miss? It’s like we skipped an arc of them making amend and become best of friends.

The worst part is how Gabi and Falco felt like they are going to get some justice for their fallen ones, including Zeke. Now that they see him in this area, not as captive no less, they feel like they have reacted to his loss for nothing. Because of everything that has happened, none of Gabi’s reaction and Falco’s torment would have happened. Okay, there will be a bit of it here and there, but not to this extent. This would have avoided poor Sasha getting shot. That all said the plan wasn’t going to be perfect anyway, but one person is to blame for “improvising.”

I give Zeke a credit though. At least he knows that the plan wasn’t going to go perfectly anyway. There’s bound to be what he calls miscalculations and there were plenty. I do like how he reacted to Gabi and Falco to be in the airship, calling them miscalculations. It does tell you how he tried to minimize the damage as much as he can and while going against Marley, he still cares for the people, at least those two. He had to improvise with an act that forced him to damage more than what they planned. Basically, it got to the level of a very convincing unexpected crisis.

Cart and Jaw Titans weren’t supposed to get involved at all, but too bad Pieck is good at sensing, which is why that part of the plan failed. It’s realistic that not all outcomes will go accordingly. I also like how you can tell Levi really hates the idea of teaming up with Zeke, the man who killed Erwin. It explains how he was frustrated when Zeke gave him the signal to “kill” him. Levi’s words always come off with a badass aura, desperate to kill his favorite one day. I look forward to Season 3 with him in the spotlight.

Despite all the hiccups in the plan, the major issue is Eren because of his suicidal plan. It is highly suggested that he is the root of this plan as he had himself to be bait, forcing the Survey Corps to react and go with the flow. He practically told them to follow his strategy or risk losing the Founding Titan to the enemy. That’s rather foul move to leave them no second thoughts. Because of him, they went in there with a huge risk.

It’s very telling how many of his comrade is losing any trust or love for him. Usually, they are annoyed but understanding and willing to help him out for the good cause. Now he is facing with everyone who is not only heartbroken like his close ones, but slowly hated. Hange said it best, “You trusted us, and we lose all trust in you.” Zeke does have a point about the outcome does favor to Eren’s strategy. They did gain the War Hammer Titan and weakened Marley along with it, but the causality on the innocent lives is severely high. If that is not a wake-up call to Eren, then the next revelation and heart breaking news is.

Sasha has passed away.

This felt like a fan fiction who decided to carry out Isayama’s old plan to kill her off earlier, at least that’s what I heard. Sadly, this is the official print. This is my wake-up call as well because it leaves the door open for a complete dark ending. Say what you want about her status role, but by this point, no one is safe. It was painful to see Armin and Mikasa crying for her, especially Mikasa. She was indifference towards her; it is for comical purposes, but it’s still sad to know how much she cared for her.

One of the most painful moments is when Eren asks Connie for her final words. Her final word is meat. As much as it is amusing to know her sendoff is what described her character, it’s downright agonizing that she never really recovered to anything more. When we last saw her, she said that word, meaning there was no hope of her survival. The icing on the cake is Jean let Eren know that this is his fault to direct this moment. If it wasn’t for him, the path could have gone differently.

As distressing it is, I’m really glad that Eren is still human, bearing any emotional attachment to his friends and loved ones. He reacted badly towards the news, now feeling the pain of unable to save a friend. The worst of all, he is responsible for her death. I can’t say he will try to change for the better now, but I hope this price he must pay will give him another outlook. It may end on a depressing note, but much like the editor’s note, life goes on.

This was a very moving chapter that probably ended the arc and if so, it was outstanding. The artwork is solid with captivating sequences and expressions that hit close to home. It’s everything that the series represents in the emotional scale: cold, depressing, anger, sadness, and regret. It also does a brilliant job on displaying the ups and downs of their action. It will forever be arguable if Eren’s strategy was the best call due to the result. Could they have done any better if Eren didn’t put himself as bait? Would they still lose the same amount of lives, if not more? There is no right or wrong answer; they can only react to the choice they made.

The chapter portrayed the humanity of everyone’s view; whether is broken will or suffering from a loss. It may be reassuring that Eren is still human and attached to his friends, but at what cost does he have to pay to put his ambition over them. Will he pursue any further or will he think over? Only time will tell. As for Sasha, I didn’t want to believe it, but it’s the end.

Rest in Peace, Sasha. The one and only Potato Girl.

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heseuscristo · 7 years ago

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An Artist’s Bizarre Passion

Features twinning, human bodysuits, masks, and male to female gender bending. Contains spoilers for the first three chapters of Danganronpa V3.

“Yo-ho! Shuichi!” An energetic voice hollered from my door, crazily tapping the doorbell and letting it ring for one minute too many. Moments ago, I came back to the dorm after spending some free time my friend Kaito Momota and was deciding whether or not to sleep to finish the day or socialize again with someone else. A bit longer ago, the student council at this killing school was established. Now, that may not sound bad, but they were more of a cultist dictatorship than an ordinary council. They even had plans to ban nighttime activities in the name of peace, since Kirumi Tojo’s murder took place at night. Still, was limiting our freedom worth it for peace? I held this thought and opened the door to calm down my enthusiastic caller. There, brimming with positivity, was a thinly dressed woman. She was Angie Yonaga, a dark-skinned Pacific Islander with a knack for creating abstract art of all kinds, from wax sculptures to woodwork, also the president of the aforementioned student council. Despite the cooler weather at this academy, she still dressed in a sunny yellow robe and wore a white bikini top and frilled skirt under it; the pale colors were a perfect match for her hair. “Good morning. Do you need something?” I nonchalantly questioned. The majority of people to ever knock on my door were Kaito Momota and Maki Harukawa, so this was a nice surprise.

“Atua needs you!” Her stature curved into the room as she curled her index finger, pointing at my pale face. Her low twin-tailed hair followed, as did her tropical green eyes. “Huh? Me?” I was known as the Ultimate Detective, so it was going to be probable that people would need me. Though it wouldn’t hurt if the requests were less stressful and more ordinary, like to find a lost cat or something. “Nyah-ahaha! Only you!” Her blunt bangs hid how upbeat her eyebrows were, but her energetic transition that raised up her arms did reveal her darker, skinny underbody most women would die for. “Um, what for?” “I’ll explain later, just go to my lab when you can! Goodbye-onara!” Abruptly, she closed the door, and I could hear her humming as she left the dormitory. Atua, huh? For the entirety of me and other classmates here, it was her island god that she refused to personify with a set image. She claimed he came as a culmination of our desires, yet told us to let go of our desires, including leaving the school. He, or she, or whatever it was just seemed like a questionable voice in one’s head. I let those morning thoughts pass as I hastily made my way into the school building. After this, I think I’ll go check up on Kaito again. He seemed sick when the Monokubs presented the motive of bringing a spirit to life using a Necronomicon. Even saying it felt so unrealistic, but what was real was Angie’s fanaticism to bring someone to life just to kill them. No matter what she was going to do, I just didn’t want her to intervene in my late night workout session with Kaito and Maki. I digress. Traversing through the entire school, I finally climbed to the current last floor, in this case, the fourth. The environment here didn’t match the previous three at all, ominously foggy and dark and lit by candles. The worn wood and rocky statues as the decor were unlike the usual modern touch below. I suppose it fits the two labs here, belonging to the Ultimate Artist and Ultimate Anthropologist. Reaching the end of the hallway to Angie’s workplace, I had to knock several times on the front door before she opened it. Once unlocked, she gestured me inside with a smile. The last time I was there was actually yesterday while exploring new areas of the school, and today no notable changes occurred. Wax was still kept in containers while buckets of black paint unevenly spread across the white floor, some spilling and staining the wood. The whole room was white—even the unbuilt roof had the same tint, and the fluorescent lights shined pure. “Now, now.. sit here!” She bent her knees and patted two footprints made of blue tape right next to a large monitor. I positioned my feet there to the best of my ability since it was not in the range of my foot size. Looking down, I saw how the distance made formed a triangle between my legs. “Good! Close your eyes!” Her back faced me as she began to gather items from the stacks of wax, shuffling through it and making clanging sounds. “H-Huh? Why?” She came back holding a hairdryer and a gigantic bucket of wax labeled, “Soft and Hands-On,” in a bold red font. “‘Cause Atua says so! Now close your eyes!” I gave up rebutting and shut them as told, moving my lips in anticipation for what she was doing. I heard some sort of clicking behind me, and then the hairdryer began to blow on something. That something was my feet. “Eh?” I involuntarily looked down, seeing Angie pat down mounds of wax at my soles. It was warm, but not scalding hot. “Atua told me He wants you to be His newest follower!” She continued until my entire feet were inhuman mounds of wax. Her work was diligent, preserving as much of it as possible while still having enough to be molded. Wait, was I going to be stuck and forced to join? “W-What? Why are you doing this, then?” I received no answer as her eyes were now the ones closed, somehow working as effective when they were open. “Mhm, mhm! I see!” Thankfully, they reopened for her to comment, “Oh, you must be quiet so Atua can communicate to me.” With no way to resolve her tenacity to put wax on me, I remained silent and blinded in the still coldness of morning. In due time, I was as rigid in the substance, aside from my face. Nothing more was placed on me for a good minute or two, so I opened my eyes impatiently. “Angie..?” I murmured. I didn’t want to break the wax, so I continued looking in one direction. When I tried glancing down without moving my head, I saw two conspicuous brown.. orbs? Something white and long entered my vision, now that I became more attentive. Few moments passed after I called to her, finally coming into by vision as she bent over from my right. The grin on her face was much larger than any other I’ve seen since our arrival to the school. “I’m here! Atua’s made His final preparation!” She walked back to my view, something preciously held in hand. “A wax mask?” She was in glee as if the work was satisfactory, but her full smile was from doing half the job. There wasn’t anything colorful in its interior. “Oh, you saw it? It’s like a death mask!” When she waved it around so I could fully see the facial features, it was.. her?! “Two Angies are better than one, Atua says.” Her whole face grew ominous, eyes virtually glowing as the words crept out of her mouth. “W-W-Wait—“ The mask was instantaneously placed on my face, turning my words into inaudible, muffled confusion. I wasn’t aware she was going to make an Angie out of me! T-This girl was dangerous! At this point, I could’ve broken the wax at the expense of her tedious work, but for some reason, I let it happen. Did I mind the amount of effort she put into making a wax statue of herself? “It’s like an Angie effigy! Don’t worry, Shuichi! I’ll get you out very soon! The end result will be beautiful!” All of my trust was put into her craftsmanship, hoping she wasn’t plotting something as insane as murder. Time held less meaning as the darkness from being encased warped my vision and mind. The only thing I could hear was the muted swishing of paint and wax, which engulfed my body in pleasant heat. Standing there made me numb in a comfortable way. I didn’t feel any worry, paranoia, or claustrophobia. In this environment, I was drifting in space with no freedom to stop and return to the ground. I started to feel my surroundings after what was akin to a hibernation. Granted, it was already frigid, but this time it felt like it was directly stinging my skin. There was something off about the sensations in general, however. My butt, to put it bluntly, seemed more defined and outward; I felt this in my chest as well. I noticed something crawl down my head in addition, but throughout this observation, the mask was still on my face and blocking any viewing. The discomfort began to resonate with my lower body. It was like my feet had less surface to touch the ground, and that my calves and thighs were almost too puffy and padded for to my usual liking. Out of all of this, my privates were the ones impacted the most. Nothing felt like it was there, but something had to be there, right? Was I imagining it was gone..? There certainly wasn’t anything that felt protrusive, no doubt. Clenching my crotch muscles provided no answer. Finally, I could see, though I would never perceive things the same way again. Something felt weird on my face, like overgrown eyelashes. Abnormal heavy bangs forced me to use my hand to shove them away, but then I saw my hand. Unlike my usual pale, somewhat blemished skin, it was brown and soft as fine powder. I pulled out my other hand and noticed both were smaller, had longer fingernails, and womanly. “Excuse—excuse me?!” My.. voice?! Its echo from my throat sounded just like Angie’s, from her aloof tone to everything else! I pulled the courage to look down, and found myself blushing at a pair of dark-skinned breasts! Even darker areolas with stiff nipples horrifyingly validated my reaction. I should have gotten an erection, yet I felt nothing. To add to my horror, my clothes had somehow disintegrated as the wax molded me into a bare woman. “It’s not there?!” I tried to steer clear of the breasts newly attached to me as I dove my hands around my crotch, spreading them to hopefully find the girth of a penis. But it was absent! Instead, I touched a woman’s— “Atua wants you as His artist! Wow!” The true Angie, appearing from behind, clapped her hands together with a grin contrasting my visible terror. “H-How did this happen to me?!” I cried out in my unaccustomed airy tongue, furiously touching other parts of my body and confirming my new form in red-hot shock. Sliding my hands down my back was like smooth sand, and it bent to my no longer shallow ass. It was a perfect size and touchable shape of a woman’s, and sensitive enough to warrant my heart to drop. How did wax even do this?! “Oh, just like Pygmalion and Galatea. Just like Atua’s will, He chose you to spread His word!” Her casual attitude toward an exact clone of herself was insane! This woman was a fanatic inside and out!

“W-What are you trying—“ I tried to move a foot toward her, but I was not accustomed to the tiny steps and landed right in her body. My unkempt white hair sprawled all over her robe, and my head rested on the side of her bikini top. Like treating an animal, she patted my head with a face of ease, catlike smile and closed eyes that reflected enormous zen. “It’s ok, Angie. We’ve lost many followers due to their desire to leave. It’s ok. Let’s make a paradise here and stay.” She spoke of paradise, but her gentle, motherly tone was its own paradise. It never sounded so full of honey and compassion before. A miracle struck me as I found myself closer to her, reveling in her warming hug that thawed my previous chills. My eyes lingered near the verge of closing, hypnotized by her motherly caress. Why was I upset, again? Why was I Shuichi, again? “You’ve been good for helping Atua during class trials. But we won’t need those if we just peacefully stay here. No trials, just Atua and His love.” I was Shuichi, but now I am Angie. The fact didn’t strike me as peculiar. That was just Atua’s way of helping me realize who I really was. I fully embraced myself in sharing her dream, closing my eyes as she brought a hand back and forth to grace my hair and relaxed cheeks. Love.. I don’t think I’ve ever felt that. If I was as devout and acted exactly like Angie, would Atua love me? Is that why I didn’t believe in Him before? Atua. Just what did He look like? He, no She, was the perfect woman. Her childbearing hips signaled herself as the catalyst for nurture and fertility. Her arms stretched out to grab me and put me into her body, like Angie. Blonde perfection mentally wrapped around my head, stunning my thoughts. Yes, Atua was Kaede Akamatsu. A girl who I kept a promise to, the one who believed in me. The promise made less coherent sense to me, but I actually couldn’t remember what it was. Not that I bothered because Atua loved me and that was sufficient. “Shuichi, we don’t need truths. Only Atua.” The truth. I felt a tear loosen out of my eye when I heard the word. From the moment I arrived at this school, truth was what I wanted to avoid as a detective. Funny, wasn’t it? I’ve mingled with the thought too many times. If I hadn’t exposed Kaede’s plan to save us all, she wouldn’t have died. If only someone else, no, all of us chose to take Kirumi’s position, the Prime Minister of Japan would be alive and millions wouldn’t have to suffer. Why can’t I do anything right as myself? Perhaps becoming Angie was my single way to atone. “You don’t need to be so serious. Let all of your needs go. Your need to leave. To hate. To be afraid. To care. This is Atua’s truth, Angie.” Atua’s warm voice sounded different from their first statement, but I didn’t care. I didn’t need to. As long as I have Atua, oh, then I can be Her vessel! What a wonderful truth, an offer I couldn’t refuse!

“Now you know Atua and Angie very well.” I woke up from my revelation as a child with her mother looming above. “I.. do. Nya.. nyahaha!” I giggled, taking her—no, using our signature laugh. She followed my excitement by raising her hands up to her hand into praying position, laying me down. There, she had her own spurt of happiness as she whispered a mantra. “Atua is such a handsome god! So nice to all!” I lifted myself up and matched the pose, looking at her with the same jubilant expression. “Please, teach me how to be more like you!” My eyes widened at her talent as an Ultimate Artist. Oh, how wonderful would it be for me to create art for everyone to enjoy! “I will, but Atua is the one making the lesson plan. Has He talked to you about masturbation?” I was confused. She hadn’t really spoken to me yet, but I knew she was there. “No? Ohh? I wonder why?” Her entire upper body dramatically swung left and right with confusion. “O-Kay! You see, Atua is the pleasure you feel when you do it!” She went sideways and held one hand out like it was holding something on a platter, while the other bent backward to form an upside-down thumbs-up. I stuck my hands together and squeezed my cheek fat. I want to do that! “He cleanses your mind of stress and worries, giving you His love and affection to make art!” I listened and nodded carefully as her new disciple, soaking in all of the knowledge like I was reborn. ”Show me how to do it!” I could no longer contain my delight at making art and masturbating. I relaxed my body on the floor, flat and looking at the ceiling. Angie, her knees bent and adjacent to my own, pushed her arms up so her upper body was above while her twin tails fell. “Remember! This is Atua.” I nodded, my head moving in the agonizing wait. After talking, she dove her head down and tickled my waist with her silver hair. Her arms didn’t move at all, but her mouth did. The rosy lips that once spout Atua unraveled a hungry tongue that flicked my left nipple, making my breast lightly vibrate. I automatically jolted my foot and pushed it further into her bountiful thigh; the sheer intensity and speed of her was startling pleasant! She did the same for my other nipple, making me put a hand over my mouth in surprise at the new feeling. But she rose her head up and swatted it away, saying, “Atua wants to be heard.” She furthered the foreplay on my generous boobs, moving her tongue in circles as they traced my areoles. The sense of cold moisture on my nipples, the subtle jiggle from each revolution, finally made me release a shy moan. “Ah.. A-Atua!” My jade eyes squinted, eyebrows curved from it. In this pleasure, I saw my goddess. My carnal awakening of femininity was all thanks to Her! My dumbfounded, wide mouth closed as I grinned, knowing Atua wanted this. She was helping me become Angie! The real Angie finished her loving suckle of my breasts and moved on to my private parts, going downward so our bodies no longer touched. Oh, it really was female! I saw a small figment of it, and it was as dark as my recently tanned figure. She steamed hot breath into the area, adding to the increased heat I already felt from being touched. She opened up my legs by placing her hands right next to my crotch and pushing it away, bringing my pussy into full-fledged view. “Teach me to be Angie, Atua!” My last request was only heard by Angie, who closed her eyes and ignored the plea. Eyes closed, tongue wide open, she started at the bottom of my vagina and licked all the way up. Her motion was extremely stalled like she was sampling the pink flesh in all of its divine glory. I could see her head slightly turn up as another moan escaped me. My head felt even lighter than when Angie cradled me, drifting my soul from my worldly conscious. The next stroke of her tongue was much stronger, making me recoil and push out my pelvis and surround her mouth with its embrace. How spectacular did it feel to have my inner and outer lips massaged by Atua! She kept on going until I felt a tiny bump right above my opening stammer at her licking. From there on, it was all cunnilingus and all pleasure. She continuously coaxed the bulb with her saliva, twisting her tongue like never before. I just had to move my back up, so I did and planted my arms behind to be stable. The shifting of my pussy didn’t matter, as she just held onto it and never stopped with her lecherous movements. Now I was the one who had to look below, though now I had a better view of her insatiable licking. “A-Angie!” A pent-up emotion that I had no knowledge of surged within me. Lust. It grew with each embrace of her lips, as steady as the ascension up a roller coaster. My arms were strained from holding myself up, and my toes began to shake and curl. I still felt absent-minded, but this overwhelming feeling hit my body and mind. And then, in that prolonged moment of anticipation, I finally orgasmed. First came my muscle spasms that made my whole body vibrate, and then it was the intense culmination of my dark-skinned pussy that erupted from the sheer euphoria. Nothing actually came out from my drenched vagina, but a series of loud and unsophisticated moans from my other lips. As I laid there, in erotic bliss, Angie stood up. Her eyes shut again, while she extended her arms and cupped her fingers. When I finally stopped my noises, Angie laughed. “Nyahaha, did you feel it? This is what Angie feels when Atua speaks!” Our shared relief and pleasure made me understand why Angie was so contempt on praising Atua, and now I was ready to make art. As if she read my mind, she brought out a bucket of black paint and a bristled paintbrush to start. I’d seen her use these tools once as Shuichi, and now they were mine. I desired to use them, but it was a desire to illustrate my mind and give it up to Atua. “I’ll let Atua use your body to create. Goodbye-onara!” She frolicked out the door, reminding me to lock it from the inside and to ignore everyone who knocked. I followed in her footsteps, each step of mine beaming with excitement. I get the whole research lab to myself! Another giggle came from my throat, which no longer had an Adam’s apple. Picking up the tools Angie left me, I searched for somewhere to reciprocate Atua’s will. From the corner of my eye, I spotted a rather large sheet of canvas resting on a wide table. It was the perfect size and shape, too! I cheered out loud to myself as I ran to get it, spacing it on the floor afterward. I snatched the blunt paintbrush, drenched it in the sleek black bucket, and held it out to drip. By now, I was standing on the canvas. Each drip brought me closer to Atua until my body began to move on its own. Black paint stained my breasts as I danced around the open canvas, my paintbrush dripping all over the place. The mismatched ink splotches stained the previously flawless material into a texture similar to that of a cow. All the while, I was having the most fun in my life! To bounce across the surface, laughing, uncaring of how many times I dipped the paintbrush back in was totally addicting. I was thoughtless of how the color flicked on my butt, face, hands, and legs because Atua wanted this. I finished spraying the last dots of black, rubbing my darkened hands together gleefully. The entirety of my stress as a man was forever gone. Yet, when I looked at my work, something was still off. Atua wouldn’t tell me what was wrong, either. I didn’t worry about the flaws, though, for Atua had given me back control and so She must’ve been satisfied. I laid back down on the floor, in a tidal wave of dark pleasure, humming, “This is nice..” --- Possibly because I steered away from reality and my true situation, I couldn’t recall how long I was staring at the ceiling. During the duration, I stopped thinking. Who I was, why I was there, the questions were downright ignored. My thoughts seemed so scrambled now, unlike my position as the Ultimate Detective. I focused more on the roof as such, identifying its abstract, incomplete finish and support beams with appeal. When I finally came out of my messy trance, one single thought popped up with it. “Oh.. I need Angie’s clothes to be Angie.” And to get those, I decided to walk out naked and covered in paint. There was no shame in being one with Atua, after all. My lab was on the fourth floor, so I spent ten minutes prancing down each staircase, a spring in my step as I hummed downward. Upon reaching the third floor, I was shocked! It was already dusk! Did Angie really work on me for that long? I ignored the day transition, instead thinking that someone dedicated their time to give me their joy, as well as a passion for Atua. Once I finally got to the main entrance, my goal of the dormitory was just ahead. I was surprised to see, well, no one. Not even the people from the student council Angie established came in my view. Oh well! I wandered into the glass dormitory and went to Angie’s dormitory instead of mine, rapidly tapping the doorbell and awaiting her response. She opened the door, putting her hands on her cheeks and noted how dirty I was, but how Atua taught me well. She handed me some towels to clean the stains, claiming it was blessed. No matter, hearing her compliment me and our god made my heart flutter, no doubt! Letting me in, she showed me the arrangement of her room which wasn’t different from mine, only having red highlights as a difference. “Take an outfit. Or two! Maybe three! As many as Atua says!” Hmm.. At Atua’s request, I grabbed one pair of her usual outfit. I first took the robe off its hanger and compared it to my shorter form and feminine body figure. It was nothing like my old uniform, which was an ugly moody black suit with thin gray stripes. On the other hand, this was dazzling! The bright dandelion robe gave me so much freedom, being so spacious to fit brushes inside and even draping my knees. Unlike my double-layered male clothing, this one showed off my undergarments and had fresh air to spare. “Hey, hey! Let’s start with these first.” She took out her bra and skirt, to which I found myself even more infatuated with. Since I had no knowledge of wearing a bra, Angie helped me put it on. It wrapped around my upper chest and neck, safeguarding my nipples that had enough exposure for the day. The pair was frilly like a pearly seashell, with a long ribbon that tickled my stomach. Next up was her pleated miniature skirt. It had a cute white underbody and a coral belt diagonally on the upper portion. To top it all off, a ribbon larger than my bra relaxed itself to the side. I rose my legs so she could put on her frilly white panties, and then wrapped the cyan skirt around my waist. Finishing the deed by fitting into the robe, I clapped my hands together on one side to affirm my delight. “So lovely!” My simple phrase made the other me nod in agreement. “What’s missing..? Atua knows! It’s my accessories!” She raised up her left hand to signify I was missing her pearl bracelet, her leg bracelet, and even her seashell necklace. Looks like I’ve got ways to go before I can be her, but Atua is going to help me. I just know! “Oh well! I can fix this for now until Atua gets extras.” I watched as she dove to her bedside counter and picked up two hair bands. Oh, her hairstyle wasn’t messy like mine right now. Going towards my back, she grabbed a clump of my hair on one side fully, making an invisible line divide my white locks. Then, with one hair band, she pulled her hand down to reach the lower area of the strands and wrapped the band around it. When she did the same for the other, she put the two in front so they wouldn’t disrupt my back. With my hair touching the frontal part of my robe, I was ready! “Now what do I do?” I said out loud, throwing myself on her bed and making snow angels. She would’ve done the same, I bet. “No, what Atua wants you to do!” Oops! I backtracked my thought process, now on a better path. In the depths of my mind, though not too deep, I remembered that I wanted to see Kaito. For what, though? I curled my lips in confusion, which felt odd without a paintbrush poking at my chin. I remember doing something after nighttime.. or was it before? I stopped wrinkling her bedsheets to give her Atua’s response. “Atua wants me to see Kaito, but She doesn’t want to tell me why.” “Kaito, huh? He’s not a follower of Atua. I think Atua wants you to teach him how generous and caring He is!” Wow, Angie is so talented at interpreting Atua! I jumped out of bed to thank her with a hug, but I ended up hitting something. Her bed was lined up against a wall, so when I sprang out, I thought I would be right next to her table, but instead, I was struck by an abnormal sculpture of wax. I noticed other wax effigies, four of them in total, surrounded us and were fully colored. The one I bumped was.. Kaede. “An-gie?” I stood, weightless until that name brought me back to my senses. “Nothing. I didn’t see these when I entered.” “They’re beautiful, yes? You must love them.” Love.. them? I focused more on Kaede than any of the others. She was lifelike, at a height remnant of the original, with each strand of light blonde hair appearing so touchable. Her clothes, the fine pink vest, looked to be made of real fabric. It was as if any moment her lips would open and tell me something. And they did. “Don’t be afraid, Shuichi.“ Don’t be afraid. Don’t be afraid. The echo of her words from centuries ago brought the slightest shred to my frail lucid dream. I looked at my hand. Lithe and brown. It was.. it wasn’t.. “Let’s go to Kaito and show him Atua’s pleasure!” I declared by raising my hand, the one I stared at, to the sky. I have no time to be worried, I half-heartedly told myself. “No need to rush things! The warehouse has what Atua needs to love him—rope!” That rang a bell. Rope. Where have I heard that from? Nevertheless, Angie forced my hand and pushed me out of her dorm, but I engulfed myself in her spirit as we ran together holding hands, like a pair of young twins. Skipping through the moonlit, overgrown halls, they felt more harmonious than they ever were when I passed by as my old self. Wearing the swishing robe and feeling the breeze from only wearing a top and skirt were all new to me, but Atua would teach me to get used to them. The doors of the storage signaled us to stop our running, so we came in and gazed at the expansive shelves until we found the rope. She called for three, so we each grabbed a short bundle of the durable material. We came back to the dormitory, at the center of all the rooms. “Okay! Ring Kaito’s doorbell and go inside his room when he opens. I’ll be hiding.” With her master plan unveiled, I followed without a word of doubt because Angie should trust Angie, right? I bounced up the skeletal set of stairs up to the second, fenced floor and walked to his room, which had a pixelated frame of him above the door. Angie still saw me on the lower level and was waving with a free hand as I knocked on the door. A quickening beat of my heart shot out through my body as I now rang the button with my sweaty fists, tense at how he would react to me. “Urgh, you’ve got to come back later. I’m feeling so sick. I’ve been too tired and couldn’t eat anything.” Kaito Momota, the Ultimate Astronaut, said his words with a sickly tone of blue over his head. His head faced downward as a hand rubbed the back of his neck, emphasizing his massive hairdo. “Coming right in!” I gently nudged his body away as I sat on his back and looked back for a reaction. “What.. what’s going on with you?” His breathing was heavy, air crawling out of his still mouth. Upon further inspection, sweat beads of tiredness overwhelmed his expression. I was going to fix that very soon. In fact, very, very soon! When he tried to approach me with his unprofessional slippers, the true Angie popped right behind him and grabbed his wrists before he could react. He almost suffered an injury as he fell, but I went down on the floor and cushioned his fall with my thighs. I looked over and saw opposite hands touched opposite elbows, tied to the middle by rope. “Urk?!” He managed to tilt his head up forward and promptly met my elated eyes and gaping mouth. I bent my head sideways to look endearing as he twisted his face in horror when he saw two of us. “There’s two of you?! Is this t-t-this the occult?!” His unprecedented fear made his goatee shiver with his mouth. The occult? No, it was Atua! “Atua and Atua only!” The Angie from behind confirmed his superstition, almost reading my mind. “Which one.. is...” His face and body as a whole turned into a black shade, heightened with greatly downsized pupils. Aw, what a cutie! While he spurted out disbelief, we had already locked him in place on the floor, securing and opening up his limbs with nearby furniture. “Well, I guess I was Shuichi!” He stopped every single gesture of his body, only intently viewing my body up and down. Angie and I came together, looking at his vulnerable position. “Oh my god.” Hey, he was adjusting to Atua already! Finished, Angie pulled out a brush to fidget with, staring at me with a raised eyebrow and a grin. I think she knew what was coming. I walked in front of the bed so Kaito could see me in my blessed, full glory. The clothing Angie put on me came undone as I threw my robe to the floor to unveil my hidden curves. I fiddled with the bra from behind until it fell, bringing out my sizable breasts into the open again. From there, I toed closer to his frozen stature and brazenly took off my skirt so he could see my lower lips. Bending down to my knees, I leaned into his ears with a smile, saying, “Atua did this to me.” Then, I lunged at him until my naked body mixed its rich darkness into his unbuttoned jacket, polo, and white undershirt. A single flick of my tongue at his ear coaxed it in sweet saliva and sent him stuttering. “S-Shuichi.. is this really you? Even.. even your clothes..” I closed his lips with my hands.

“Atua got rid of my boring clothes ‘cause She said I didn’t need them. And.. don’t call me that. I’m Angie now.”

I opened my mouth and dove into his neck, letting out my hot and husky breath. I saw goosebumps on his skin. His smooth, kissable skin. Infatuated, I nibbled the back of his neck, and when he tried to look back, I held him in place with my arms and sprung in for a sloppy kiss. Engrossed in the experience, I shut my eyes closed so only our actions mattered. If he was struggling, I didn’t feel it at all. Instead, I was eating him out with my animalistic tongue, tracing the contours of his mouth as his weak tongue succumbed to my tender grasp. Meanwhile, Angie removed his galaxy-printed slippers and unraveled the buttons in his pants, seeing an amassed bulge push out of his underwear. I departed from his mouth after what felt like hours of pure goodness. I didn’t care that he was sick because all I tasted was his masculinity. A string of saliva connected us for a few seconds, which I saw once my eyes slowly revealed themselves. His must’ve been relishing in my blunt white bangs and scent of sex from two hours ago, as his eyes were no longer full of fatigue but lit with motivation for something. “I’ll join your god, okay?!” Geez, that was really quick! “Mhm, great! Let me bestow his first gift: Pleasure!” I mounted myself on his chest, tearing off his undershirt and pushing his other clothes so my hazel skin could touch his. Angie found her own calling by laying his head on her knees, securing him to watch my teasing. Laying on his body with my back upward, I went up and down his chiseled abdomen with my delectable figure. My adequate boobs joined in on the fun, lightly vibrating every time I decided to push them on his hardened flat chest. “Listen to me, Shuichi! You don’t want to do this!” He squirmed against the rope, to no avail, only rocking our bodies. “Eh? Why not?” I went upright, pressing my bubble butt right in front of his crotch and feeling up the heated fabric of his underwear. “The truth is, b-bro, that you never lived in Angie’s hometown, lived with her parents, or grew up to be the—“ I ignored every single word of truth as I moved up and blocked his mouth with my tan vagina, now sat on his face. “Mmphf!? Mm-mphf!” “Atua says act, don’t talk!” I declared, staring into his broadened purple eyes. He kept protesting, though, muffling his words into the lovely insides of my vagina. Such wonderful sounds! Each attempt to speak filled me with humid breaths, making my pussy quiver as its juices collided with his face. I murmured Angie to move as I weakly held the back of his head, forcing it to rub against my pussy. When he squirmed, I buckled in delight managed to open up his mouth. “Sorry, Kaito! Atua takes priority!” It was wrong to do this, but I didn’t want to stop. Not until I proved Shuichi Saihara didn’t exist anymore. In the heat of the moment, I leaned forward and let go of him, placing my hands far beyond his head so all he could see was my slim midriff while I stared at the cold floor. I was so close to that sensation I eagerly wanted ever since Angie, no Atua, gave me it. Breathing excessively, with a glint of joy in my eyes, I accelerated towards the feeling. “I.. I love being Angie!” Everything seemed to flow down there as I reached climax. I felt my loin muscles and hand grip tighten as I collapsed from the laborious, steaming sex. Harsh moans filled the night, while Kaito faintly yelped in surprise. Our sticky bodies, coated in gallons of sweat, unskillfully hit each other. Air returned to my lungs after seconds, and when my energy also was rejuvenated I rolled over. Kaito coughed, mouth drowning in a splash of my lubrication, unable to clean his face glossed by my shaking vagina. I laid adjacent to his mostly-clothed body, using my elbow as a pillow. Seeing him, flustered and still tugging at the ropes, was my new dark pleasure. Newfound strength resonated with me like never before, making me believe I had enough power to finally do something. “Nyah-ahaha! We’re not done yet!” With my free hand, I tilted his chin. With the mess on him, it seemed like I drained his determination out. “Sh-Shuichi, you..” Angie, who casually watching the events unfold, went back to holding him on her lap and came down for her own kiss. She brought out her tongue and swept up all of my juices into her mouth, licking at Kaito’s tingling face. Finishing it off with a kiss on his forehead, Angie reminded him with a wink. “Hey, Shuichi is Angie now. Atua gave him his love, and now he’s happy.” “That’s right!” “Don’t fuck with me! I know Shuichi’s still in there!” He was being awfully loud.. and too accurate. If he kept talking, I’d be less Angie! I can’t have that! “Mhm.. I have an idea.” I assured Angie, standing up and moving to Kaito’s lower body. In the middle of his crotch, his undone pants still held up that solid erection. With a giggle, I strapped my hand on his underwear and pulled down to see his hard penis in full, meaty glory. As I did this, Angie traced my steps and laid more kisses on his head, and then stripped herself in a swift manner as to not delay our sacred sex. His cock was staggering, almost as tall as my eyes when I went to his level. At the bottom was a short bush of hair, but at the top was a trembling, scarlet tip. The uncircumcised penis bore no decency, only coated in clear precum at the end and dribbling some more of it downward. Merely staring at it, imagining how the massive veiny girth would be swallowed in a moments’ time had my heart racing. I was really going to do this. “The h-hell is this?! I can’t cum to Shuichi!” A flurry of emotions struck his face, including embarrassment and horror. Angie, upon hearing that heretical name once more, gently sucked his left earlobe. Her masterful technique compared to mine had his knees twist and shake, and when she nibbled on the wet ear, made Kaito moan in baritone. “Keep calling him that, and Atua will conquer your body and soul.” She threatened him, eyes darkened, and then moved back before reverting to happiness. At first, I wanted to caress his cock with my slender hands, but a voice in my head wanted me to punish him for trying to make me remember. Straddling myself on Kaito once more and placing my hands on his nipples, my face practically sparkled when he saw what was unfolding. “You’re my s-sidekick, right? You wouldn’t do this, right? Right?!” God, he was so vulnerable and sexy now! I nodded no, swinging my silver hair, and spread my smooth, thick thighs right between his rod. I began to lower myself more and more, poised into the perfect position where an early ejaculation before penetration would manage to impregnate me. “If you don’t start calling me Angie soon, Atua will have a lot more followers!” Impregnation.. giving birth.. being Angie to the fullest.. Kaito shouldn’t object to such a peaceful route. It was better this way for me to stay as the fun-loving Angie. “D-Don’t go further, I’ll.. I’ll come if it happens!” He would’ve raised his fist in front of him, but all he could do was beg by yelling. “Just saying, you asked for this.” His stout cock finally touched my clitoris, but it wouldn’t go beyond that. The alien sensation of his hot cock poking at my equally flushed vagina made me gasp in pleasure, and to extend that feeling I threw a hand onto my one of my boobs and kneaded it carelessly. Angie silenced Kaito’s whimpers by planting her tongue into his mouth, bringing down her back so her breasts obscured his vision with brown goodness. As she was in the same position that had her use her lap to hold Kaito, his hair traced the outside of her vagina. I rotated my flawless hips so Kaito’s leaking dick followed, gracing both of my labias and forming a light trail of semen that mixed with my juices. In no way did it ease the throbbing ache in my pulsing slit, but nonetheless made me slightly drool in anticipation. I tried not to lose balance as I continued groping my tan breasts, pressing down on my areoles and squeezing my ebony nipples. Angie departed from his mouth for a split second, taking a heavy breath before doing it again, this time with both hands on her tits to massage them. Before Kaito could come into my vagina and fill me up there, I shifted gears and moved back down and bent my knees between his legs. Holding his drenched, filled with precum cock with my petite fingers, I began stroking up and down in hope of seeing his long-awaited ejaculation. Blood raced to my head, thinking how insane I was to do this. Angie stopped sitting in front of Kaito and started to squat so he could see me pump his sweet length and the looming pussy above. I saw her bring her hands down to her vagina and open up the fleshy folds, from there sticking as many fingers as she could in and out. “Stop, Angie! Both of you Angies!” His coughing pleas fell deaf to both of us as we continued to enjoy Atua’s blessings. Kaito wasn’t going to be done so easily, huh? Since he was so dedicated to not to come, it was time to pull the last straw. I freed his cock for a moment, only to pucker my lips and salivate. “You finally said my name!” Ah, I was so elated to hear it not from Angie! Deeply lost in that euphoria, I held no more hesitation and flicked my tongue up his frenulum, and then embraced his pride. Though slightly salty, I neglected thinking negatively about the taste and focused my sight on Kaito. Inside my mouth, I continuously licked the top of his cock like savory ice cream. His firm rod, standing proudly in my mouth, caring not that I was Shuichi, oh Atua! Ineffable, pleasurable tickles flourished in my engorged pussy as I felt a trail of its transparent goodness escape me. I made sure not to use teeth, keeping my lips apart. With one hand, I started to rub the lower half of his scrumptious penis, and with the other, I wrapped it around his testicles and applied pressure every few seconds. I glimpsed up to see his cringing face stutter to form an audible sentence. Nyahaha! Considering his eyes were squinting and he bit his lip, he was done now! “Shit, shit! I’m coming!” And so his vicious semen flung at my palate, making me flinch and free his squirting dick. More of his cum wildly erupted out of his ever hard cock, naughtily landing all over my face and the floor. It mixed into my white hair, leaving visible milky trails from my forehead down. I choked at the newfound, sticky fluids in my mouth, doing my best to swallow but failing as it leaked out. I smelled the exaggerated aroma, which already left his masculine scent over me. Furiously licking the insides of my mouth, I tasted his warm, bittersweet cum everywhere. To think I’d lose these privileges eventually! I wanted another round, but approaching dull sores said otherwise. As he came, so did Angie, who fell backward. She regained composure after a few seconds, having a taste of her own fluids while she watched our wet situation. The liquid overflowed down his penis, which I scooped up and sucked from my dainty fingers. I brought my hands back to his shaft for one final, thirsty lick. Kaito laid motionless, in a pool of profuse sweat and exhaustion. In contrast, I rolled out my tongue and went all around my lips until every drop on that area was sanitary, all the while complimenting Atua and how she gave us this pleasure. “One last goodbye gift!” I announced, trying to accumulate my energy. I undid the two ropes trapping his two hands, and excitedly brought both near my body. Fortunately, their motionlessness meant I could have even more fun! Gripping one hand’s muscular wrist tightly, I rubbed it against my plump breasts while pushing the orbs forward to invigorate myself. With the other, I grinned as I stuck two of its fingers down my shuddering pussy, finally curing that insatiable tickle. The gift for both of us was my second orgasm, easily triggered due to keeping my pleasure below that heavenly level. The similar spasms and numbness were ordinary symptoms that gave way to my numerous moans and minor spill of my already present juice. I exhaled slowly as I pulled his fingers out, laughing at how unresponsive he became. “Well, how’s it taste? Creamy, sweet, sour, hmm? Hm?” The borderline virgin didn’t even look at me. I tried to be light-hearted, but he wouldn’t appreciate the work of Atua! I let go of his hand that touched my boobs and raised his mouth, sticking his fingers in. Even if he didn’t lick it, his buds must’ve reacted. That was enough for me. “Hey! Let’s go to my lab, ‘cause I wanna see your artwork!” The other Ultimate Artist completed suckling on her index finger, standing up and basking in the fluorescent light. The waft of semen and sex permeated the dorm as she spoke. “Oh! That’s a great idea!” I chirped as Angie handed me my duplicate set of clothing. Putting them on was still a hassle, but it was my first day as her anyway. Once we adorned our identical outfits, we looked at Kaito’s blank eyes. “Ah! Kaito,” I bent down with a shadow on my forehead, “I’m going to spread peace and stop Monokuma in his tracks. Don’t stop me.” We undid his other ropes and threw them on our shoulders, heading towards the door. Before closing it, I decided to see if Kaito was doing anything. He was already upright despite how fatigued he was before and after our debauchery, but due to how he was strapped down, his jacket’s back faced us as he refused to look back at the door. I couldn’t see his expression, but deep down, I hoped he was okay and not angry at me. I recall how he appeared sick when we chatted in the morning. --- We ventured back to her dorm to prepare for the ritual using the Necronomicon, which apparently required those wax figures. The two of us struggled to hold two each, barely clinging on to the perfect sculptures using the rope. Any challenge is beatable with Atua, we confidently told each other as we left the dormitory. “Did you enjoy Kaito and Atua?” Angie asked while we rode up the polka-dotted staircase, cleaning the last traces of Kaito’s semen off my cheek. “Yep!” A hollow feeling in my chest resonated after I gave the simple affirmation. Did I do something wrong to Atua? No, it wasn't her disgusted by my actions. It was me. I still don’t understand what I did wrong, though. Our small talk ensued, from how to wear women’s clothing, to how to recruit Atua without forceful intercourse. The moment we reached the research lab’s door, a sigh left us as we temporarily set the effigies on the floor. Angie went inside first, holding the door open for me to enter and keep our precious goods intact. Inside, she clapped her hands together at the enormous white sheet stained with black paint. “So abstract, it’s amazing! Praise be to Atua!” I saw her examine the mismatched shapes of paint by forming a rectangle with her hands. I’m never going to get tired of her satisfaction, her poses, everything! Being around her has made me more cheery than I was as the Ultimate Detective, without a doubt. “Praise Atua!” There was no bitterness in speaking about Her. I rested the four effigies against the rear door, leaving it up to Angie on how she was going to arrange it. The bundles of rope also gathered on the wide table that once had my canvas. “Hmm.. Atua needs to do some finishing touches on them before I do the ritual, so let’s talk about the student council!” The fresh thoughts from those words hit me. Angie was the president, wasn’t she? And if that were the case, I’m the president too! Today is the luckiest day of my life! “What about it—“ The floor monitor burst into life before I could finish my sentence. A couple of robotic bear cubs, our captors promptly called Monokubs, sat on a couch and told us nighttime officially begun. Anyway, I returned to my question. “What do I do as president?” “Nothing much. We just establish rules based on what Atua wants.” Simple enough. The only people who have the best connection to Her are us, after all. Angie peered down again at the art, twirling a paintbrush. I didn’t have a lot to do in our lab, in contrast to all of her tasks. “I don’t have a lot to do. Maybe I could monitor the school with the other members? Since it’s night, everyone else needs to go back to their dorms, right?”

“Good idea! When you go, I’ll only open this door to the council, so knock and say who you are!” Interesting. I’ll have to pick up that habit as Angie whenever I go inside the lab to work.

Again, I skipped down the school and began my lonesome duty as the student council’s president. Wandering inside the school in silence was surreal. I really had no desires, to Atua’s and my delight. Looking at some of the research labs, I reminisced how they dramatically came when I used unique objects given by the Monokubs. Ah, no. That was Shuichi who did all the work! Memories of him walking around, placing them and seeing their formation, that was my imagination. Of course.

Outside the main school’s door, I decided to check the backyard behind the building. I walked down the dirt, unfinished path, hearing no cricket of bugs despite the grassy landscape surrounding me. Only the scratching of my white shoes brought me comfort, for each step was as angelic as Atua. When no one was inside the mossy structure or the courtyard in front of the dormitory, I left for the stairs leading to labs of more students.

Down there, I spotted a luxurious red door taunting me from across the stairs. It was the Shrine of Judgment, and inside was where the class trials that killed our friends were held. If I kept this up, as in reinforcing the council’s regulations for peace, then none of us would have to go to that forsaken place any longer. I wouldn’t have to use my previous talent as a detective, meaning I could live out my happy days here as an artist. With that reassurance, I looked around and spotted someone.

“Nyeh? Angie?” The Ultimate Magician, Himiko Yumeno, was standing on the oriental floor beams of the Ultimate Aikido Master’s lab. Noticing her small body, I walked to her with a grin.

“Ah! Hi, Himiko!” I extended my left hand up to wave. She had a look of puzzlement as she inspected my form, but nevertheless, I saw her jubilance to see me. Atua was truly a benevolent deity to make her, a person as lively as a mannequin, feel that emotion.

“I thought you’d be in your lab for the ritual..?” Did she not know there were two Angies? Assuming she didn’t, I fixed her black wizard-like hat and patted it. From that motion, her face contorted to a sly half-smile.

“I’ll go soon. You can go ahead first.” I ran my hands through her short, almost bowl cut, mildly long red hair.

“Sure. But I’m a little curious why you’re missing your necklace.”

“Huh? I lost it, that’s all.” I answered, bending my arm up so my was palm facing me. I couldn’t tell her the truth of my transformation; I insisted to myself that would be the real Angie’s responsibility.

“Oh, ok. Bye, then.”

With that, she went up and staircase and out of my sight, letting her jester-like shoes echo in the still night. Her comment, however, did not leave and remained in my mind. I really needed her accessories, because, at this rate, I would never fully be her. After finishing that thought, I headed right to another lab and inspected the interior and exterior for a decent thirty minutes to rummage through anything that could’ve been catalysts of desires. All I found, though, were just schematics of seemingly alien writing. I left with a vapid sting on my tongue. Considering I was done with surveying the school for people, I climbed up the staircase to go back to my lab.

“Hey. Are you Shuichi?” It was Maki Harukawa, the scary Ultimate Assassin now right in front of me! I said scary, yet I had a tinge of pity when I saw her. “Who that’s, I wonder?” She didn’t look very happy when I said that. Her body, which was in a red and black school uniform, was already facing sideways, head down, with a frown on her face, but now a dangerous aura burned the cold around her. To confirm something, she stared at my dark-skinned navel and sighed. My guess was correct as soon as she grabbed my shoulder with her thin pale hand, hellbent on taking me to the courtyard. Her rather long, dark brown hair was visible from my perspective, stretching down to her knees and only controlled with two maroon scrunchies. What a peculiar girl.

An array of stars illuminated the sky, stealing my attention I looked up to defy her. Their plentiful amount was all thanks to Atua, I thought. I suppose I took notice of them now to spite the assassin. “Don’t you think you should admire Atua’s stars?” “Don’t you think you should drop this delusional façade? Kaito told me everything.” My heart and body remained still for a split second. It hit me that I had sex with him practically moments ago. Suddenly, the stars I lost myself in threw me back to the surface. It didn’t fully occur to me what I did to Kaito, that I raped him. Ra.. Rape? No, that’s wrong! It was for Atua! Maki’s pulling stopped as she looked at me with deep crimson eyes. “Shuichi. We’re here.” I stood motionless on the courtyard, footwear soundless on the warm-colored tiles. There, on a bench shielded by an open-roofed cover, was the Ultimate Astronaut. “Yo, Shuichi.” Why.. why was he still lively? I had sex with him, didn’t I? Wasn’t he sick? My mind began racing, like a car on an open road. Atua disappeared from my senses as if driven out by the accursed truth. Kaito sat with an open smile, in his usual stance with one arm being inside his galactic purple jacket while the other hid under it, not actually inside. His unbuttoned, white school uniform was covering the shirt. As we all had spare clothing, he probably discarded the one I tore apart. “Let’s all sit on the grass. We can have a talk instead of training.” I didn’t ever train with them, but I knew Maki always outsped Kaito and me in push-ups. Dammit! I need to be Angie, not him! I sat on the grass with them, determined to persuade them Shuichi was no more. “Nyah-ahahaha!” I calmed myself with a boisterous laugh to their surprise, “Sorry, sorry! Me, Shuichi? Nuh-uh! What a lie!”

“What’s so funny?” Maki gave me a grave look, her face drowned in blue hatred. Kaito had to wrap his arm around her to remove the grimace.

He gave an arrogant thumbs-up at her, treating me as if I wasn’t there. Sat cross-legged, he didn’t dare to turn to me. “It’s fine, Maki Roll. I got this.” “What you said, I mean.” I returned to her statement. “Just look at me! Angie is Angie one hundred percent!” I flashed my robe, but it felt much too droopy for my liking. I wasn’t accustomed to these clothes, so why did I insist I was Angie? No, I can’t think like that. These two are trying to crawl into my mind.. and I don’t want them to see who I really am.

“Stop talking nonsense. If you’re Angie, what are your parents’ names?” Knees up to her chest, she inquired. I couldn’t answer that! Angie didn’t tell me because I was still learning to be her, so I repeated, “I’m definitely Angie, there’s no—“ “Do you just want to be her? Do you want to die?” Normally, that last statement tended to be a joke. For me, the phrase was borderline threatening my fragile life. Angie’s life.

Why didn’t I have my accessories? Because the real Angie only had.. why am I calling her real all this time? We’re both real Angies, aren’t we? I can’t be Shuichi.. but I can’t think of anyone else I could be.

“Shuichi wouldn’t have sex with Kaito! He’d feel bad! I.. I don’t at all! I loved it!” It was a mixture of the two juxtaposed emotions. That was actually more disgusting than pleasurable, now that I think about it. I’m not homosexual, so why would I..?

Dammit! I’m not a fraud, I have to be Angie!

“Shuichi, you don’t need to be afraid. You’re my bro. You’re Maki Roll’s bro too.” Maki had a thin smile of amusement. Seeing that hidden expression of happiness.. made me remember she was a human whose childhood was stripped away. But I still kept lying, excuses more hopeless than the Ultimate Supreme Leader’s jests.

“I’m not afraid! I have Atua.. and she says being Shuichi is imposs—” I never finished my lie, because Kaito struck my navel with a fist faster than the speed of light. I didn’t realize how short our distance closed in, but when he brought back his hand, I began wheezing in an unladylike manner. Moments ago, I sat with folded legs, but now I was bent over struggling to breathe.

“Kaito!” I saw that the pale girl ahead of me broke into a missable sweat, speeding over but stopping with no idea how to handle me.

My body was trembling, and trying to seize control only worsened it. I’ve felt this too many times to ignore it. Those times it happened.. was when I descended down to the trial grounds as Shuichi. No! I know I used to be him, but now—huh? That’s not right. Why was I denying it to begin, actually?

“I’ll make the impossible possible! If I’ve got to hit a girl, I’ll do it, but it’s Shuichi we’re talking about!” It was me.. me, Shuichi Saihara..

The real, not me, Angie’s loving grasp and words, the same aspects that brought me into that peaceful landscape, disappeared. Her lies of calling me Angie washed away as I regained some of my composure and breathing. I remember now. Hah.. I pitifully smiled at my own thoughts. Kaede was never Atua. Kaede was always in my heart as Kaede. It was Angie who corrupted that, with her seductive words. And her promise.. was that we’d all leave together. This was, and will never be a harmonic paradise. As I descended back into reality, all of the fluffiness dissipated into the clouds.

“I’m so sorry, K-Kaito..” Tears. Droplets of fear and misery had their final reign as they fell from my crying eyes, never to come back. The warmth from sexual exploits was replaced by tantalizing fire.

I was so afraid. So afraid of killing any more people with the truth that I gave up and tried to be someone else. In the back of my mind, I knew it wouldn’t work. But I tried.

“It’s okay to cry after what happened.” I thought he tried to avoid looking at me, but I was the one to avoid his gaze. All this time, he was shining with hope. I was an utter idiot for trying to think I could stay away from his cheerfulness. I had sex with Kaito! I masturbated as Angie! What was I thinking?!

My indecent memory of raping Kaito was more akin to a hallucination because I drowned out all logic by convincing myself meant ignoring reality. It didn't even feel like I was the perpetrator, but rather a spectator to the atrocity. Who was I anymore? I can’t be Angie. I just can’t. And I’ll never see myself in the mirror and say, “Oh, that’s me alright. Shuichi Saihara.” My mental health surely lowered from this.. How am I even sane?

“I can’t go back to myself.. I’ll never see myself in reflections again.” I put my hands on my face, feeling how foreign the overall structure of it was. This wasn’t my body. Angie was surely not going to reverse my form, and probably couldn’t anyway. I was going to be in her shadow forever, bearing an identity that will always be traced back to her.

“To not even know who you are.. we share common ground.” I could feel Maki’s presence next to my body, sighing as she spoke.

“Yeah, seriously! It sucks not to be you!” Kaito broke the depressing change of tone, taking my hands and moving them out of my face. I saw him take a stance and smash his fists together, opening his mouth and revealed his teeth. His eyebrows boosted confidence as he vented, “But the past is over! What you do now in Angie’s body matters most!”

“Now..?” I was sobbing less, cleaning my wet palms with Angie’s gaudy robe.

“Uh-huh! You’ve got to share your feelings with others, not bottle them up with a dumb persona! You won’t get strong that way!” His attitude spoke to both of us. Share my feelings.. that does sound better.

“Y-Yeah.” Rubbing the remains of my tears, I did my best to smile. Not an empty, blind smile, but one that held hope for the future.

“Surprising you only realize this now. I knew it. Angie really is dangerous.” She walked back to Kaito, brushing off a bit of side hair. Angie Yonaga.. just what was she to be able to drastically change me, physically and mentally?

Bringing her focus back to Kaito, she lightly shut her eyes, brought her head down, and muttered, “So the idiot has some merit. Now that we’re done here, let’s go back to your dorm to get you back into shape.”

She extended a hand, which I gratefully took. With the astronaut behind us, she led us to my room. I glanced at the pixelated image of myself. I will never forget who I am for all of the people who’ve died here. Repeating those words of wisdom, I unlocked the door and saw my housing, which of course was unchanged. Home sweet home.

Maki opened up the closet and began to pull out my normal clothes. While she did that, Kaito and I sat on my bed, me blankly gazing at the wall. The basic function of sitting became new again. Angie’s butt was perky for the worse.

“But you know, Kaito,” He looked at me, tilting his head to listen, “it didn’t feel bad to have no truths or worries, and a shoulder to lean on.” Atua was a fickle one. He was built to relate to all of our humanly needs, and he definitely succeeded in converting a decent chunk of us, including me.

“Shuichi. The truth is why we’re alive. I hate to sound greedy, but you wouldn’t want Kaede to survive thinking how all of us died for her, right? Blame those damn bears who forced us here. They killed Kaede and Kirumi.” Without hesitation, he pulled me close with a stern expression. When Maki looked back at us, we stepped out so she could put my clothes on the bedsheet.

“Get out, Kaito. I know you’ve seen him naked, but don’t turn that into a habit.” She pouted, pulling one side of her hair and stroking it. Was she.. blushing? Blushing at what?

“Alright. See you on the other side, bro!” He darted out the door, ending his goodbye the same moment the door was closed.

Maki sat down in the same place Kaito was in, squeezing the sheets below her with her hands. I didn’t feel as embarrassed to be alone with a girl, though I suppose turning into one helped me resolved that shyness.

“Hmph. Idiot.” She puffed and then tapped my hand, “So are you going to change back or not?”

“Oh, yeah, I will.” Her wine red eyes followed me as I prepared to strip.

The first on the list was this robe, much too open for comfort. My hand shook as I unraveled the yellow fabric, showing off my minuscule shoulders. On second glance, they appeared smooth to the touch. As I revealed my other shoulder, I couldn’t help but look in awe at their dainty stature. When I tapped them with my hand, even that was smooth. Realizing what I was doing, my cheeks reddened. This.. is a girl’s body.

“What are you doing?” Maki frowned, eyes in curiosity as mole under one of them followed.

“N-Nothing!” I exclaimed, taking cover my wrapping my arms around my body.

I wish the mere act of undressing remained simple. Angie’s figure was just too distracting! It was the equivalent of being reborn again, for I became a stranger to myself. Also, speaking of covering my body in embarrassment, my two breasts forced me to look down. The orbs were of a fine brown shade, and supple to indicate healthiness. I lived with a flat, pale chest all my life, and now I had two jewels to carry. My blush deepened, making me sweat. I tried looking up to avoid their sexual aura, but the quick jerk caused a jiggle that had me look back down and then back up. Why was I realizing my tempting assets now?!

“You’re embarrassed?” I closed my eyes and nodded, heat building up in my ears. She then asked, “Didn’t you do.. it..? With Kaito?”

“Y-Yeah, but it didn’t feel wrong at the time!” Even my crying was feminine, and it was especially casual unlike before.

“.. I’ll help, I guess. Close your eyes.” I followed her words, shutting them as hard as I could.

From there, I felt her body and its scent emit on all sides of my body. Something tugged at my upper chest in an attempt to undo Angie’s white bra. Thin fabric danced around my back until it was miraculously free, causing the pad-like cups on my busty chest to stick off. With my.. my nipples unleashed to the cold, I felt myself shiver to the sensation.

I distinctly felt the pair individually for they were apart of my body. As a man, the only extension of my body was really my genitalia. But now the sheer weight and mildly cold liberation forced my eyes to open just a tidbit; but from that instinctive glance down, I jolted my eyes in surprise. Black buds of undeniably erect nipples stood out from my tan boobs, sensitive to the touch. Maki, being behind me, couldn’t see my amazement. I did look at my assets occasionally when I came back to my senses, but I couldn’t help to glue my eyes on those succulent spheres. If I didn’t have a vagina, I would be hard down there instead of up here.

Wait, I have a vagina now? Memories of using it came back, including how I almost stuck Kaito’s thick cock into.. No! I do not want to be in this situation or remember my past sins! Trying to prevent the gun of man’s passion being shot, I threw my hands back to my breasts since they were raised before. It was too late, because the shot was already heard around the world. My hands, the ones Angie used when making art, felt my nipples poke at them. I froze, feeling lightheaded at them.

“What am I doing?!” I turned back and jumped on my bed, careful not to hit Maki as I dove headfirst and covered my embarrassment. Like a swimmer, I bent my legs up and down while slapping my cheeks. Through this, I realized how long my hair was, and how it tickled my fingers in its silver vastness.

“I haven’t enough taken off Angie’s panties.” She stopped for a second. “Well, maybe I don’t have to.”

“If you don’t, please don’t. I’d rather avoid looking down there for as long as possible.” I would either bring myself to look down there or be trapped in female undergarments. Either path inevitably turned me into a deeper pervert.

“‘Don’t be afraid.’ Kaito said that. To be blunt, get used to this body.” It seemed she preferred I see my new sex organ. Slowly rolling over to lay on my back, I came face to face with my dark-skinned breasts. Angie’s curvaceous ass was so disruptive, taking up more space than I wanted on the bed. There was no extent to my body temperature as I crossed my legs in growing embarrassment, Maki off the bed and preparing to take my panties off.

“Do it.. gently.” I begged, organizing my hair strands. I decided to adopt Maki’s way of toying with her own, taking one twintail and twirling it around. Speaking of that, was I going to style my hair like the real Angie?

Nevertheless, Maki crept downward to do the dirty deed. With her two hands, trained to kill, she did her best to keep me relaxed by holding onto the sides and softly pulling them. Her sluggish maneuver managed to be teasing as every second wanted me to do something, anything to stop feeling so empty. As she opened up my vagina to the cold, I swear the inner pink flesh puckered. Imagining it so left me with desires I would do best not to fulfill. Even with my obstructive pair, I saw the end as they touched my feet, the frilly parts leaving me vibrating in disbelief.

“Uh.. C-Can you tell me what it looks like down there?” As a man, I had to know. I thought it would be easy to spot, but raising my head provided nothing except shaven hair.

“A little wet. If you’re going to tell me to finger it next.. don’t.” The moisture tingling down there and urge in back of my head was equivalent to an erection, then. No longer would I feel anything grace my penis’ head as it stood full mast. Only the new hollowness in my crotch and the wide gap between my rounded thighs would be present when I masturbated.

“Put your own underwear and clothes on. They’re not new, so you shouldn’t be hesitant.” The set was adjacent to me, forcing me to reluctantly stand up. I think Angie’s footwear fell off when I threw myself on the bed, as my small feet touched the ground. I didn’t have to look down to feel the decreased space my feet covered, and in addition, the freezing temperature actually outlined its perimeter.

I finally reunited with my iconic clothing once I took my attention off my lower body. Most life aspects became new, but luckily these were unscathed. The black trousers were in conjunction with my same-colored, tight collared school uniform. I wasted no time in fitting my pants on, but I learned Angie was still present.

For one, our height difference proved obnoxious. My familiar pants reached down to my soles, and I had trouble fitting them around my wide waist. When I tried to put on my white undershirt, the same applied as it shrouded part of my legs. The black uniform became more wrinkled, only retaining its stiffness on my sizable chest. I had to pull my twintails out, unsure of what to do with them.

It was jarring to think of my new form, considering the bleakness of the jet black colors in contrast to my browner skin and long hair. And plus, it wasn’t attire suitable for my gender either. I pulled through, despite the laughable differences, because this was my prized outfit that I don’t want to lose again. Maki was focused on Angie’s panties for the duration and turned to me after I finished.

“They’re just different from my side-tied panties. Not graceful at all.” She set them on my shelf with the plethora of hidden Monokumas.

“.. Good to know.” I closed my eyes, then unleashing my mouth to comment, “You can call Kaito back in.”

She opened the door, calling out his name for a second before he appeared from the corner. He brushed off some debris from his light purple pants before looking at me, and then smiled like he did all those other times.

“Looking good! Now you’re back in business!” His contagious smile and thumbs-up made another appearance. I was fond of the gesture now and gave my own satisfied look.

“Thanks, Kaito. You too, Maki.”

“Of course. Since this dilemma sprang up, we might as well train tomorrow.” Maki offered, lacking her set of emotions. We’d eventually see that side of her, Kaito and I. That was a promise I made to him, and I’m not going to break it.

“Well, Maki Roll’s not wrong one bit.” He grabbed her arm without warning, shouting, “Let’s go!”

On the other, less excited hand, she told me, “I have to warn you of monthly periods. They’re terrible.” Oh.

“Hey, leave on a good note. Alright! You’re Shuichi Saihara before anything else. Never forget that! Catch ya later!” Pulling a red-tinted Maki by the shoulder, romantically at that, the door was shut one final time. Maybe we were starting to get into her.

Turning to my bed, I decided to gather Angie’s clothes and hang them up in my closet as a memento. She changed my life for the better and worse. With spirit, I collapsed on my sentimental mattress in its splendor. In the course of a single day, I became Angie, dabbled in sex, and cried at the truth. I was looking forward to the future, to the end of this killing game. The present was my stepping stone of hope. Tomorrow, I’ll tell Angie I won’t be hers or Atua’s. Tomorrow, I’ll show everyone who I am now and that they should still treat me as the Ultimate Detective.

My vision began to distort, making way for a well-needed slumber. Before, though, I had one thought. It’s alright to be me after all. Shuichi Saihara.

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