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antisociallilbrat · 1 year

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Losers Hc's

I have so many personal Loser Hc's that just live in my head and I just want to share them. I wanna put them somewhere so I'm putting them here. Some hints of Poly Losers

Ben

He has a peanut allergy, idk why, it's the vibes

Until he met Bev his wardrobe consisted of nerdy t-shirts with awful puns. You know what I'm talking about.

Secretly loves Twilight (him and Richie watch it together)

His favorite drink is lemonade, iykyk

Keeps fish! Like really big aquarium set ups and he actually designs some of the decor. Can't keep any aquarium plants alive tho

Mike

loves the smell of cashmere and just collects candles in general

I've mentioned picnics with him before (the ones he takes with Bev and Eddie) but he also likes to make little finger sandwiches and wears fancy sun hats on said picnics

hates the taste of olives, my man is anti olives

bringing this up again, but he had a stuff tigger as a kid and when he's an adult he keeps it in a shadow box

also he's a bit of a technophobe, he had a flip phone until the Losers literally made him upgrade, it was difficult for group texts

Eddie

red shorts this, red shorts that, consider him wearing overalls! He has a whole collection for every kind of weather and they're adorble

not much of a gamer but went through a really intense minecraft stage, the other losers refused to play with him

he loves traveling. Sonia never allowed him to go anywhere so as an adult he goes everywhere. Constantly taking trips and planning the next place to explore. Also he tries to travel with the Losers if they're going somewhere for work. Richie to L.A., Bill to London, Bev to Italy for fashion shows

secret huge ya novels nerd (don't tell Bill)

he's really into fancy coffee. Has an espresso machine in the kitchen and tries to make little designs in the foam and is constantly watching aesthetic coffee videos

Richie

pretends to like horror movies but is actually baby, he covers his eyes the whole time

He owned a ferret, his name was Todd. Eddie and Stan pretended to hate it but the creature grew on them

allergic to cats, cue the ferret, his skin will break out in hives if he's near one, but he doesn't care. He will pet that cat and the others Losers have to stop him

LOVES Futurama, he has a tattoo of Bender on his ass

Actually enjoys doing yard work. His mind is constantly going but when he's doing yard work, running the weed wacker or the lawn mowers, he can't hear himself think. Or if he's raking leaves or cutting bushes, his mind is too zeroed in on his task. It's strangely therapeutic for him

Bill

constantly has ink on his hands, from drawing or his typewriter, it's always there

had adult braces, IK I've said this before but I'm very passionate about 20 year old something Bill with a full set of braces. Yes I had adult braces too, why do you ask?

Sticks his tongue out when he's really focused on something and gets a wrinkle between his brows

he is dumbest smart person you will ever meet. He is an idiot. Everyone thinks he's supposed to be smart bc he's a best selling author but no, this man will try to pry something open with a knife with his face too close to said knife. He has no self preservation instincts, it's only bc of the Losers he's made it this far

has a weird obsession with Cherry Coke

Bev

again, i've said this before, but Bev always wanted a pet and she can't give the emotional care a cat, dog, rat, ect needs so she keeps reptiles. They're really cool and besides their basic care, they don't need anything else from Bev, they're perfectly content to be watched by her on the other side of the tank

speaking of that, her favorite reptile are geckos and she's actually based a couple her designs on their patterns

went through a phase where all she did was play the Sims. She was obsessed. The losers would go to bed while she was playing and wake up and she was still playing it. Yes this overlapped with Eddie's minecraft phase.

believes in Bigfoot. Like for real.

complete roller coaster fanatic, loves going to amusement parks to ride the most extreme roller coasters

Stan

has a deep passion for the Law & Order shows, they're his guilty pleasures

had a mental breakdown in his twenties and dyed his hair blue. The others losers where surprised and yes Stan regretted it. It was Impossible to get out and he basically just had to grow it out

believe it or not he is a horrible driver. He insists he's a great driver but the other losers refuse to ride with him. He doesn't get it. It's not like he's hit multiple curbs and gets massive road rage

he is constantly cold, over half the sweaters in the house belong to him and he's always under the blanket when watching tv. His cuddles are rare but during winter with no hesitation he will snuggle up under the human space heaters (Richie, Ben, and Mike)

he gardens! Has a rose garden out front with a bird bath and feeder. hates dirt though so when he's out there he has gloves and a little garden apron on

I have more too

#I JUST HAD TO PUT THEM SOMEWHERE #they're things that live in my head about the Losers #it 2017 #it 2019 #bill denbrough #stanley uris #richie tozier #beverly marsh #mike hanlon #ben hanscom #eddie kaspbrack #poly losers club #poly losers headcanons #polylosers

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awholelotofladybug · 8 months

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The Mittens: A Stammering Adrien AU Moment

Based on this AU.

Marinette has made Adrien yet another gift. While grateful, he seems hesitant to accept them. Marinette wonders why.

Marinette: *presents a pair of mittens* Voila! I made these with yarn made from 100% real wool. What do you think?

Adrien: *takes them and looks at them* They're b-b-b-beautiful, princess, they really are, but I don't... I don't think I can wear these.

Marinette: *confused* Why not? You're not allergic to wool, are you?

Adrien: Huh? No. No, no, it's not that. It's just... *gulp* I d-d-don't like how wool feels on my bare skin...

Marinette: *starts to piece things together* Oooooh, this is a sensory issue, right?

Adrien: *blushing, deeply ashamed* Yes... Sorry...

Marinette: Aw, muffin, don't feel bad. *hugs him* I'll make you some nice cashmere mittens instead. Would that be better?

Adrien: *relaxes and hugs her back* Thank you, cupcake.

#miraculous ladybug #adrienette #marinette dupain cheng #adrien agreste #adrien #marinette #stammering adrien au

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trekkele · 4 months

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5 headcanons game: Kori as Bruce's daughter in law? 👀

- wander

1. Bruce is unsure about Kori in the beginning (shes so strong and powerful and he knows nothing about her!! Thats his baby she’s dating!!) but he promised himself he wouldn’t interfere with Dick’s team and he will not check her files without permission, he is holding himself back by the cape collar. He is unflinchingly polite to her, which makes Dick very uncomfortable.

(Bruce is rude. He is. Its how you know he trusts you.)

2. He doesnt know anything about her family until he asks Dick if she’d like to join them for Chanukah, and if there are any tamaranian holidays he’ll be joining her for. The conversation ends up goiing something like:

Dick: well considering her family are the ones that sold her into slavery i think she’ll be fine celebrating on - did you just snap the keyboard in half???

Bruce: is she allergic to wool and would she like a chanukah sweater? Nevermind, i’ll make her gloves and a sweater. I have blue cashmere yarn somewhere around here -

3. In the comics there are protests around alien-human marriages, and i think Bruce very publicly hires Kori to be the Wayne Enterprises spokesperson for one of their more popular divisions as a way of making his position clear. (I also think WE has a program for alien refugees on earth)

4. Kori has absolutely no problem calling Bruce out when he’s being particularly bad at communicating. Bruce appreciates it a lot, actually, and he finds himself calling her to chat when he knows he’s about to say something stupid.

5. Kori knows Bruce is desperate to make her feel comfortable in the manor, because if she’s comfortable Dick will come around more often, and she has no problem using that to her advantage. Donna doesn’t know why they go shopping in Gotham so often, but she isn’t complaining.

She also has no idea why Kori and Batman spar so often, but once again, not complaining. Watching Batman lose is very satisfying.

#yeeesssss #i love them #i just think they’re sweet!#i think Kori takes zero bullshit from Bruce from the very first time they meet and Bruce respects that so much #all the respect he had for Superman and none of the distrust because all his instincts are going ‘weeeooooh weeeooooh thats a teenager!’#asks #also the idea of kori giggling every time she wins a sparring match while Bruce is seeing his grandmother while laid out flat #delightful

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acertainmoshke · 1 year

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20 Questions, in This Economy?

Thanks to @hd-literature for the invitation to also do this (for the record though that wasn’t my intention by reblogging yours, I was just enjoying learning a bit about your life). That said, I do like answering questions, so I’m going to.

Here are my answers to the 15 questions:

Are you named after anyone? My pen name is and it’s my favorite story ever so I’m going to share it with all of you. So there’s this book called “A Rainbow Thread” that’s about documented queer Jewish history going back to the 1st century CE. And one of the people discussed in it was named Moshko Kohen and lived in Arta, Greece in 1561. Moshko liked to have gay sex. I mean, he really liked to have gay sex. And the only reason we know about this is because his escapades were used to discredit his character as a witness in an unrelated court case. There’s no indication the sex itself got him in trouble, but it is talked about in some detail by multiple witnesses, including being seen with “a certain bachelor and being sexually penetrated by him” in an orchard, being seen at a familiar landmark where “a certain Turk was penetrating him with his consent,” and sleeping with some dude during his own dinner party before the other guests even left. Moshko himself never showed up to testify but a bunch of other local guys did. So my partner and I started saying “dammit, Moshko!” as a joke for “there they go being weird and gay again” and “a certain ___” as a joke in all random situations. So when I asked them what pen name I should use, they made a joke about somehow being a certain Moshko. I changed the spelling slightly so it’s pronounced Mosh-keh” instead, and Palmoni is Hebrew for “a certain one.” So there you go, an inside joke that kind of became reality. And an excuse to have a real Jewish pen name.

When was the last time you cried? All right, switching gears here! I’m actually pretty emotional. I get teary about shows and have fairly regular (though shorter than previously!) meltdowns. I’m going to be embarrassingly honest here—the last time I full on cried was 8 days ago, after a long and difficult day, when I discovered a dead bee that blew in the bathroom window and had to carry it outside to throw away. I have a phobia of bugs in general, especially stinging ones, but my partner is allergic so it had to be me. And yes I felt ridiculous as soon as I’d calmed down, but it was a hard week between moving, unpacking, painting, and getting used to a new neighborhood.

Do you have kids? Nope.

Do you use sarcasm a lot? Absolutely, though not as much as I used to. I’m more into puns these days.

What’s the first thing you notice about people? Generally their hair. I’m face blind (though certainly better at telling apart facial shapes and small details than when I was a kid), so the easiest way to recognize people is by their hair style or color.

What’s your eye color? Hazel like my mom.

Scary movie or happy endings? I really do like creepy stories but I can’t really handle truly scary stuff, and also I just like things to end happily. Tragic stories where the characters actually get to live a full life after are the best, but good stories that end too sadly can ruin it for me. I figure there’s too much of miserable endings in real life already, I need some hope in my fiction.

Any special talents? I used to be really good at archery. I plan to do it again once I can afford a really nice bow.

Where were you born? I’ll answer this kind of specifically since I don’t live there anymore—in the high desert of Central Oregon. I spent most of my life being surprised at how green things can be in places with actual rain.

What are your hobbies? Other than writing: knitting, playing select video games (90% Sims 4, but I also like FFXIV), and collecting historical journals and letters.

Do you have any pets? I have a lovely cat named after a household appliance. She’s the softest animal I have ever touched, like petting a cashmere sweater. She’s also weird though, obsessed with grooming people even when she’s not stressed out.

What sports do you play/have you played? I already used archery but I’m using it again because it’s the only sport I was ever any good at. I also played soccer though and liked it even if I was bad. I tried softball and cross country skiing, but hated them both.

How tall are you? Technically I’m exactly average, but wherever I go it seems like I’m the shortest adult there even in my work shoes, which make me an inch taller.

Favorite subject in school? Always English, I loved to write and get feedback on it and was extremely salty that I never had a reasonable excuse to take a creative writing class after I was like 15.

Dream job? Technically author, since it’s all I’ve ever wanted to do. But I also never assumed it would pay me enough to live on so dream day job would be historian, getting to comb through old documents and piece together forgotten lives. That took too much school though, and I figured there wasn’t enough demand, so I ended up with my backup dream day job.

Tagging with no pressure: @kittensartswriting @thatndginger and @avrablake

#tag game #moshke writes

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kokorodachidanii · 2 years

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So about a month ago I jokingly suggested to @signor-signor that when all seems lost in WOY Season 3, that Captain Tim might ultimately be the one to save the universe from Star Force Enforcement Force...

... and got this real swell reply in response!!!

I was even more grateful than I probably should’ve been, and just HAD to return the favor!

So without further ado, here’s...

🌟WOY Season 3 Episode Ideas🌟

🌠General🌠

⭐The Coronation: Upon returning to Baaaa-halla, Prince Cashmere invites Wander, Sylvia, Something the So-and-So (because yes), and everybody else still on the Star Nomad (read: a LOT of secondary characters) to attend his coronation! But of course, it’s not a coronation without a little trouble...

⭐The Little Guy and the Party Animal: In Westley’s official S3 debut, Emperor Awesome attempts to take his mind off his trauma and get back into the swing of things by doing what he does best: Throwing an epic planet-ending party with his new pet by his side!! ... That is, unless Westley has anything to say about it! Sister episode to “The Awesome Pet” and takes place not too long after that episode.

⭐The Little Cousin: Something the So-and-So (whom btw I can totally see being crazy-allergic to arachnomorphs for various reasons) tries to thwart SFEF’s plans with help from his kid cousin, Whatzit. Sister episode “The Nap” is only 5 minutes long as this is 17 minutes.

⭐The Insurgency: The Insurgent Generals are on a mission to steal back the weapons that the Scuzzbuckets rightfully stole first, only to get ambushed by Cirno from Touhou Project a mischievous fairy named Mitzi Ditzy, a brainwashed ex-commander Inkers, and their army of Schmartians! The gang has absolutely no idea what this kid’s deal is, but her ability to predict Wild Card’s moves (something deemed impossible long, long ago) is definitely not a good sign!! Mitzi tragically manages to get Wild Card on her side in the end (but not before the latter says something along the lines of “Go falafel yourself”)...

⭐The Honesty Issues: Trudi Traveler finds a treasure map, prompting Ryder and Frederick to tag along on the perilous voyage to the “Mystical Crystal Isles”! Spoiler Alert: Those are fake islands. But at least Ryder would become a slightly more honest person, and we’d finally learn where Trudi’s clones come from!

⭐The Mahou Shōjo: Just as “The Robomechabotatron” was all about mecha anime, this episode parodies magical girls in a hilarious way! Wander, Sylvia, and a few others get into quite the dilly of a pickle during a run-in with SFEF. But luckily a magical-girl humanoid named Sakura Tsukino, AKA Super Smile Sweetheart-chan, is there to save the day!

⭐The Purpose: Having finally returned to his reborn home planet, Something the So-and-So sets out on an adventure with his girlfriend, the paper-bag groupie from The Cool Guy (Bow, as I like to call her, whom I can see having a similar voice to Marcia the Martian from Tiny Toon Adventures for some reason); only once he’s returned to his mother and cousin Whatzit (and gotten a big ol’ smooch from his bag-headed cutie) does Something realize his true calling: to become a Wanderer just like Wander, Sylvia, and Westley! At long last, Something the So-and-So has found his purpose in life.

⭐The Gift 3: Electric Chimpanzee: Sister episode to “The Purpose” and the penultimate episode of Season 3. With everybody returned to their reborn homes and the 365th Yuletidian Cycle right on their heels, Wander, Sylvia, Westley, Hubert the space ape (another great idea of signor’s), and Cabin Fairy Mitzi Ditzy travel all across the galaxy delivering gifts to every new friend they’ve made throughout Seasons 2 and 3 (of their lives), and perhaps even their old friends from Season 1! They soon run into some trouble, however...

🕷️Feat. Everyone’s Favorite Arachnomorph🕷️

⭐The Nap: When Peepers takes his pillow away for the laundry, Captain Tim desperately searches all over the Skullship for somewhere else to nap. Only 5 minutes long due to sister episode “The Little Cousin” being 17 minutes.

⭐The Mate: During “The Return to the Star Nomad/The Invasion”, Captain Tim was smitten with Baroness Samantha Riegel when Emperor Awesome brought her along for his part of the attack. Now, he will do anything to smooch her and have little arachno-babies with her, just like how Hater was with Dominator! Forget “Bros before Arachnos”, that Baroness is HOT! Now it’s just getting her to return Tim’s affections. (Spoiler: He fails.)

⭐The Arachno-Obsessor: Some weirdo named Erika Phobia shows up on the Skullship asking to see Captain Tim. Spoiler: She is Planet Janet levels of yandere for him.

⭐The Metamorphosis: Captain Tim has been acting weird, causing Hater to worry his big ol’ skull off, and even Ripov can’t figure out what’s wrong with him! But then Tim disappears altogether, leaving nothing but a strange big “croissant” in Hater’s room, which turns out to be a chrysalis. Once the titular metamorphosis is complete, Tim looks exactly the same, but has aquired some new abilities that will almost certainly come in handy later on!

⭐The Cure-All: Poor lil’ Tim-Tim fell into a deathlike coma at the hands of SFEF in the previous episode, leaving Hatey-bo-Batey a mopey, sobby bag o’ bones. But it just so happens that the lost-and-found guy knows of a legendary cure-all that can wake him up, so Hater drags Peepers, Wander, Sylvia, Major Threat, and Ripov to help him on the dangerous quest for the ingredients. By the time they return though, Tim has already awoken-- seemingly making the whole thing all for nothing!! But surely the cure-all can be used to treat Something else in a future episode... (The sister episode is only 5 minutes long as this is 17 minutes.)

🦹Feat. The Bad Guys🦹‍♀️

⭐The Awesome Pet: Emperor Awesome has a close encounter with a female arachnomorph (which are like twice the size of the males bc SPIDERS), but ends up naming her “Baroness Samantha Riegel (get it?)” and adopting her as a) his therapy pet, and b) to spite Hatey and Tim-Tim! Otmar Vunderbar, the therapist (who just so happens to be signor’s OC), is not amused. Sister episode to “The Little Guy and the Party Animal” and takes place not too long before that episode.

⭐The Curmudgeon: Mandrake the Malfeasant gets conned into taking an interpretive dance class, and things only get worse for him from there-- especially when the instructor’s true identity is revealed!

⭐The Fairy Tailspin: Sister episode to “The Psycho Sextet” and leaves off right where that episode begins. Mitzi Ditzy, her bad-commander-turned-good-guy-turned-bad-again-sargeant Inkers, their new tactican Wild Card, and the Schmartians show up to cause chaos for Dr Screwball Jones and signor’s other oc, Dingbat-- even managing to manipulate the former into becoming their lieutenant!

⭐The Psycho Sextet: Sister episode to “The Fairy Tailspin” and begins right where that episode left off. Mitzi Ditzy, her Schmartian army, Sargeant Inkers, Tactician Wild Card, and the newest recruit, Lieutenant Screwball, head out to get Kragthar and General McGuffin on their team-- and succeed! How will anyone stop this Psycho Sextet (which, according to Mitzi, she wanted to call her “Sinister Six” but couldn’t due to legal reasons)!? We’ll find out in the next episode... (The next episode being “The Return to the Star Nomad/The Invasion”)

👉The Bad Guys Gone Good Club Arc👈

⭐The Bad Guys Gone Good Club: Sister episode to “The Roommates” and begins right where that episode left off. Westley, Something the So-and-So, and Something’s little cousin Whatzit (who’s only tagging along because SOMEONE has to keep her pathetic cousin in line. That and she can’t stand that darn arachnomorph!) leave the Star Nomad so they don’t have to deal with Captain Tim every day for possibly months (that and they don’t want the bad guys to find out Westley’s alive). Westley, inspired by the photo strip of Wander and you-know-who, forms the titular reformed-villains’ club, recruiting Major Threat, his former commander Mr Inkers, Black Cube (who’s feeling down because Tracy had to leave for the weekend to attend her sister Macy’s wedding), Something’s girlfriend Bow (the bag girl from The Cool Guy), Freddy the fire lion, and an extremely reluctant Dominator. They even bring along some of the Star Nomad’s other passengers, such as Something’s mother (the one who knitted the sweater for his villain costume; Something’s father and Whatzit’s parents were presumably killed by Dombots), to help return them home quicker! Inspired by this sweet art from @fanfic-inator795

⭐The Mischievous Fairy: The Bad Guys Gone Good Club heads for the So-and-So family’s reborn homeworld to drop Mama So-and-So off, but they run into a big problem when they arrive... Let’s just say Mitzi Ditzy makes her debut with a whole herd of brainwashed Schmartians in tow. It ends with Mitzi managing to coerce Mr Inkers onto her side, but luckily Tracy is back from her sister Macy’s wedding to fill the space!

⭐The Littlest Fistfighter: The Bad Guys Gone Good Club befriends Jenny, the youngest and most timid fistfighter, who was left behind when Awesome left Suburbon V, and take her on a trip to Bestley V (where Wander and Sylvia met Westley) to cheer her up.

⭐The Civil War: With their newest member, Jenny the littlest fistfighter, in tow, the Bad Guys Gone Good Club arrives on a planet ravaged by an ongoing civil war. But with the power of friendship and a little help from Frank Van Yisuko (signor’s other OTHER oc), they manage to bring the planet to peace after 4728 years of its otter-like inhabitants-- who can’t even remember why they started fighting-- warring amongst themselves (but not before Dominator furiously ditches the club)! Sister episode “The Bug” is only 5 minutes long as this is 17 minutes.

⭐The Return to the Star Nomad: The Bad Guys Gone Good Club arc concludes as Westley and Something find out that the Skullship is repaired and Hater, Peepers, and Tim can thus finally leave the Star Nomad. But when they arrive, they discover the ship under attack from a gaggle of villains! (Poor Something is sneezing like crazy due to the presence of both Captain Tim and Baroness Samantha Riegel... poor guy) Sister episode to “The Invasion” and tells that episode’s story from the Bad Guys Gone Good Club’s POV, similar to “The Gift 2: The Giftening”.

💗Based on the fact that Craig himself mentioned that Hater and Wander were going to bunk together on the Star Nomad at some point💗

⭐The Roommates: Sister episode to “The Bad Guys Gone Good Club” and leaves off right where that episode begins. Due to the Skullship’s destruction in the previous episode, Hater, Peepers, and Captain Tim are forced to bunk with Wander, Sylvia, and Westley and the So-and-So cousins respectively. Needless to say, hilarity ensues.

⭐The Bug (AKA Tim ’n Buggy): A little Wander-looking bug runs loose on the Star Nomad, and Captain Tim is determined to catch it, leading to a series of Tom and Jerry-style chases! But we all know that in toons like this, the hunter never, EVER catches the prey!! Only 5 minutes long due to sister episode “The Civil War” being 17 minutes. Inspired by this adorable art from @alixcitement ^w^

⭐The Invasion: The Skullship has finally been repaired, and Hater and Peepers have had enough of living on the Star Nomad. But just when they’re all packed up and ready to go, all sorts of villains burst in to cause some serious mayhem! Emperor Awesome and Baroness Samantha Riegel, Lil’ Bits and her Troll buddy, Mandrake the Malfeasant, Sourdough, even Mitzi Ditzy, her Schmartian army, and her Psycho Sextet-- Mr Inkers, Wild Card, Screwball Jones, Kragthar, and General KFC Bucket! Will our heroes be able to defeat them all!? Well duh, of course they will. But it won’t be easy! (Mitzi would reform out of frustration at the end, snapping Inkers and the others back to normal, and end up atoning for her mischief by working as a cabin girl for the Star Nomad idk) The Bad Guys Gone Good Club shows up too, and Hater and even Peepers mistake Westley for a ghost! Sister episode to “The Return to the Star Nomad” and tells that episode’s story from the Main Four’s POV, similar to “The Gift”.

I love how hardly any of these have anything to do with Star Force Enforcement Force (^^”)

I hope you likey ♥️❤️💗❤️♥️

Bonus:

#wander over yonder #savewoy #kd speaks #tomorrow is the 9th anniversary of the pilot episode btw!

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rosebug3 · 2 years

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Seblos does this thing where things tend to go opposite for them. miss Jenn loves Carlos and hates Seb. Carlos loves cashmere and Seb is allergic. Carlos is rich and Seb isn’t. Seb lives on a farm and Carlos is adjusting to it. nothing insane but I thought if they ever do Seb’s birthday it would be the complete opposite of Carlos’. Like him alone and sad instead of surrounded by love and acceptance. I just imagined it would be everyone busy with the show and forget, at least until Carlos remembers at the very end. I thought seblos was too much of everything Tim wanted for him to truly mess with the way he just did. though with every season 2 cliffhanger ending happily off screen, this might all be nothing.

#Seblos #hsmtmts #carlos rodriguez #seb matthew smith #seb Matthew-smith

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the-witching-ash · 2 months

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🌟 + Raymond?

10 Facts About My Characters

🌟 Drop one of my characters’ names in my inbox and I’ll tell you 10 facts about them 🌟

1) His birthday is the day of the reaping - July fourth (He turned eighteen the day he got reaped.)

2) Katniss’s father helped teach him how to hunt & make bows. In the games arena, he ignored Haymitch’s rule to run so he could get the bow & arrows during the bloodbath.

3) Like Katniss, his favorite Capitol food is The Lamb Stew.

4) For his mother’s birthday - a few weeks after he returns to twelve from his games - he gets her one of the cakes from the Melark’s bakery they could never afford before.

5) His favorite color is blue

6) Having been with only Lucia, he didn’t actually realize he likes men too until Finnick & Cashmere where teaching him how to be with clients.

7) Raymond’s “talent” after his games becomes drawing.

8) Lucia was the one to kiss him first - It was summer, they were thirteen and had gone to the lake with her family for the day.

9) He’s allergic to cats - this caused problems when he was around Buttercup until he could get medication from The Capitol.

#oc: raymond abraham #I know it’s supposed to be ten but head empty

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boricuacherry-blog · 6 months

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In February 2019, I was kneeling down on the nasty gray carpeting of the McAllen Airport, nine miles from the border of Texas and Mexico, looking for a plug to charge my phone. I knew I looked silly. A grown woman on all fours at seven in the morning in a relatively empty airport. My hair was pulled up in an unruly bun and I was wearing my black-rimmed glasses and a beat-up gray cashmere turtleneck - my low-maintenance travel outfit. But I was still a self-respecting Latina. So I had on a dab of Selena's lipstick, my gold hoops, and of course, my cashmere sweater bought at a discount store.

That's when I caught you looking at me. At first, I thought you were curious, like any other kid staring at a strange woman in an airport. Except that you looked at me as if I wasn't there, I just happened to step into your line of sight by mistake. You were staring into nothing because nothing made sense anymore.

She had seen the immigration agent from afar, his hair the color of white corn tinged with yellow, a thick mustache, and so tall Berta felt like she was looking up at one of the hundred-year-old trees in Chapultepec Park. At five feet tall, she had to touch the back of her head to the top of her spine in order to see his face. Even so, Berta was not nervous.

She imagined his voice would sound like the gentlemen from the Hollywood romance movies she loved, but at first he didn't say a word. As each second passed, Berta saw that his demeanor visibly soured, his nostrils flaring and mouth pursing in disdain. He was scanning our faces to match them with our cards, again and again, and then peered all over our bodies. What exactly was he looking for? Still in her arms, I began to pick up on Berta's increasing anxiety as if I were absorbing it by osmosis.

Then the agent turned to me. His eyes combed over every inch of my tiny body and Berta pulled me even closer. He was fixated on a small reddish patch of skin on my arm, where a rash had developed from the substitute blanket I had been using the last weeks at home (since my own blanket had been packed away and shipped north). It was a minor allergic reaction to the wool from the Mexican highlands. The agent looked at me, then turned to my mom and shook his head.

#once i was you #maria hinojosa #book quotes #book #memoir #2020 #immigration

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seblos · 3 years

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tim: seblos is gonna have conflict in s2

the conflict:

#HES ALLERGIC TO CASHMERE #seb matthew smith #carlos rodriguez #seblos #hsmtmts #high school musical the muiscal the series #hsmtmts s2 #mine #my post

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pamesjatterson · 3 years

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Man the writing do be a little on the nose-ish tho

#HES ALLERGIC TO CASHMERE #Why did seblos pop up when i typed that lol #Vin watches shows

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onetwothreefarkle · 3 years

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After midnight on New Year’s, Carlos and Seb sneak away from the rest of the party for a quiet moment alone on Ashlyn’s back porch. Or, well, Carlos drags Seb outside into the cold because he’ll be damned if he doesn’t get his midnight kiss, even if it is 5-10 minutes after midnight. They kiss until Seb pulls away, unable to stop from scratching himself.

“Okay, seriously, what is going on? Do you have a rash? Are you okay? Do we need to take you to the emergency room?”

“No, I-I’m fine.”

“Sebastian.”

“Okay.” Seb sighs. “I didn’t want to say anything because I didn’t want to upset you, but...I’m allergic to cashmere.”

Carlos blinks. “Is that it?”

Seb continues awkwardly scratching himself. He ducks his head, self-conscious and bashful. “I didn’t want you to think I didn’t like the gift.”

“Honey,” Carlos shakes his head, puts his hands on Seb’s shoulders to make his point. “It’s just a sweater.”

“Really?”

“I can buy you another one. Hypoallergenic this time.”

And it’s so simple and easy that Seb almost can’t believe he was even worried about in the first place. So he does the only thing he can think of and he kisses Carlos again. Their lips are cold, but the kiss is warm.

“Let’s go back inside so you can take that off,” Carlos says when they pull apart. “I can’t believe you’ve been wearing it for this long.”

“I didn’t want--”

“--to upset me, I know.” Carlos rolls his eyes. “For the record, you being in discomfort is what’s upsetting to me. Just tell me next time.”

#seblos #Seb Matthew-Smith #Carlos Rodriguez #HSMTMTS #I swear this happened I was there #seblos drabble #seblos ficlet

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pipes-loves-writing · 3 years

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(so i wasn’t really sure how to upload this anywhere so I kinda just copied and pasted it so if it looks weird I’m sorry) so this is my first fanfiction I’ve ever written/ shown to anyone/ finished so if there’s anything I could do to make it better, let me know!! Also there’s a little part of this fic that’s inspired by a post @starklysteve made and a comment (I think.. i don’t remember) that @redmeanslove made. They’re very small details but they kinda inspired some parts of this fic.

Okay I think that’s all I have to say!

Enjoy! :)🤍

“Let’s write a song.”

“What?”

Carlos had never been good at talking about his feelings. Like, at all. Ever.

Not to Seb, and not even to his family. But especially not to Seb. Speaking of Seb, it had currently been 5 days, 4 hours, 21 minutes, and 7 seconds since they had a true conversation last. 8 seconds. 9 seconds. But, it’s not like anyone’s counting.

Or anything.

He had been so stressed out with everything regarding the menkies, and the show, and not even to start with all the drama that didn’t happen on stage. But now he was in Big Red’s basement, with Ricky, writing a song.

What a night.

Carlos fiddled with his hands. “I’m sorry. I guess I've never really written a song before. I wouldn’t even know where to start.”

“Well,” Ricky paused and cleared his throat, “Let’s just figure it out as we go along. Tell me where it started to go a little south.”

Carlos sighed. He hated talking about him and Seb fighting. It physically hurt to even think about it. But, he started to speak.

“It all sort of started a little bit after Christmas. I got his cashmere and he’s allergic. But he didn’t bring it up until I asked him about it.”

Ricky slightly tilted his head. “And that's all? Those are all the bad parts?”

Carlos stood up and walked towards the other side of the room. Then he thought for a moment.

Then he started to speak.

“That’s the thing Ricky. There are no bad parts of him. There’s only him. Him and his beautiful piano playing. Him and his way to completely make me melt with every word he says. Him and his pretty blue eyes. The way he understands my craziness. The way he makes me feel so lucky. And how do I repay him? I go and post a million pictures with a bunch of random guys I barely even know. And who barely know me. I never chose them. I chose Seb. And he chose me. Gosh, I’m so stupid. Ricky, he’s practically the perfect guy. He is the perfect guy. And I haven't even told him that. I love him and now I went and lost him.”

Ricky was silent for the count of seven.

“Wow.”

“I know. I’ve never even said that last part to myself before.”

Ricky said, “hmm.” And scribbled down something in his notebook.

………………………

“I can’t believe we wrote a whole song in half an hour.” Carlos was astonished. How had Miss Jenn never asked Ricky to write for the show?

“Woah woah woah, slow down Carlos. We still have to write the bridge and the last chorus.”

“But still! I mean, you’re a really good writer! Why haven’t you showed anyone else your music?”

Ricky sighed and paused for a second. “Well, I did write something for Nini and I ended up showing a little bit of it to Big Red. And the song I wrote about letting her go? I showed that to my mom. But no one other than them. I don’t know. It’s like what you said earlier. I get kinda weird talking about my emotions. You know?”

“Yeah I guess I get it.” Carlos thought for a moment. “Have you ever tried writing something that wasn’t about Nini? Or not about girls in general?”

Ricky shrugged and went back to his notebook. Carlos took a hint and changed the subject.

“Okay, we don’t have that much left to write. Let’s get back to it.”

Ricky grabbed a pencil and said, “Alright. Let’s try what we were doing before. You talk about Seb and I write some ideas of lyrics we could use.”

Carlos smiled. He loved talking about loving Seb. He nodded, “Works for me!”

Ricky grinned and asked, “So, about earlier, why haven’t you told him you love him yet?”

Carlos hummed and said, “I’m not sure. I guess I’m just worried he’d freak out and leave me.”

“Why? Dude, I know it probably seems scary, but Seb really really likes you.”

A smile grew on Carlos’s face and then quickly disappeared. “I’m just not sure. I mean, I can’t control the future, and neither can he.”

Ricky thought for a moment and said, “Well, it’s like you said earlier. You chose him and he chose you. And he’ll continue to choose you. Forever. Stuff like that doesn’t just go away cause he’s scared.”

Now it was Carlos’s turn to be surprised. “Wow.”

Ricky laughed, “Well?”

Carlos tilted his head and squinted, “Well?”

“Let’s get back to writing. I think we figured out our bridge.” he paused, “but Carlos? I think Seb really loves you.”

Carlos smiled and looked away.

………………………

“It’s perfect.” Carlos laughed softly, “It’s got everything I want to say and more.”

Ricky grinned and put his guitar down. “So, have you thought of choreographing it? Like, adding movements or anything?”

“Oh, yeah.” The second they had started writing it, ideas raced through his mind. “The only problem is the ending. I’m just not sure what to do with it. I don’t want it to be repetitive or anything.”

“Okay well,” he sighed, “ If all else fails,”

“Yeah?”

Ricky smiled more, “Just keep dancing.”

“I am pretty good at doing that.” Carlos giggled. But he soon stopped and worried, “I’m also kind of worried about the singing. What if I forget the words or something? I mean, we did only write it in an hour.”

“Listen man, if you forget anything, or need encouragement or something like that, just look at me,” he ran his hand through his hair, “I’ll even sing backup if that makes you feel more supported.”

“Thank you, Ricky. I’ll probably look at you a lot.”

“No you won’t. You’ll be too busy being lost in Seb’s eyes.” Ricky joked. Or at least, Carlos thought he was joking. He wasn’t sure yet.

“Well, we better get going. Seb isn’t gonna serenade himself.”

Carlos rolled his eyes. He assumed he would have to get used to Ricky joking about his relationship. He wasn’t annoyed or anything. He actually found it kind of endearing.

Ricky borrowed Big Red’s car since the other boys took Ej’s. Carlos kind of wondered why he didn’t bring his. Did he have one? He would have to ask another time. The two boys raced to the school (Without going over the speeding limit, obviously). They got there within 10 minutes. Carlos was intrigued with all the shortcuts to the school that Ricky knew. Another thing to ask about later.

“You go in the theatre first. I’ll be in the rehearsal room so you can bring Seb in from there. I’ll have the guitar set up and everything. All you have to do is tell me to start playing, and you’ll be great.”

“Sounds good.” Carlos showed him one more nervous glance, and scurried down the hall to the stage.

……………………………..

Carlos did it! He really did it! He didn’t forget any of the words and he danced with Seb. And best of all, he apologized. He had made it all right!

And it was all thanks to Ricky. Without him, he never would have found a way to say he was sorry. And he and Seb would still have been fighting.

Seb and Big Red had left, leaving Ricky and Carlos in the rehearsal room alone.

Carlos ran up to Ricky and hugged him, “Thank you.”

Ricky hugged him back.

“Bro.” Carlos laughed and left the room.

Ricky laughed and put his guitar down. He ran to the stage to join the rest of the theatre kids.

And when he saw Carlos and Seb, standing side by side giggling after not talking for a week, he knew that he had saved his friends and done the right thing.

thank you thank you thank you for reading!! This was very nerve racking to post but please give me any feedback!! Love you all!

-pipes :)🤍

#high school musical the musical the series #hsmtmts #carlos rodriguez #ricky bowen #seb matthew smith #seblos #carlos x seb #seb x carlos #seblos fanfic #seblos fic #joe serafini #frankie rodriguez #joshua bassett #pipes talks fandom shiz

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stanknotstark · 3 years

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Odinson M.D. (Loki x reader) Pt. 1

I’m excited for this series honestly. I’m doing a lot of research so I write this medically correct tho, if yall see anything wrong don’t be afraid to tell me ^^

Summary: Y’all wanted a House AU so here it is. Loki is a doctor who keeps most people at bay with his sharp wit and sarcasm. He doesn’t understand the need for romantic ploys and casual human discussion. He thrives in the hospital, trying to figure out the unknown, even if his methods turn a bit morally ambiguous at times. That’s why he has Thor and Frigga to keep him in line although he would argue he has no need for it. You just happen to be a doctor on tenure under Loki’s tutelage along with Steve Rogers and Peter Parker. Can you convince the jaded doctor you’re just what he needs to keep him on his toes?

Loki feels the, what had started as pin pricks now, full blown boredom eating away at his overactive mind. He folds sticky notes, from his rolling chair, into small balls and flicks them over to his brother, Thor, who stands fiddling with a broken, plastic Santa sitting on the desk they hang around. Thor proudly wears his white lab coat on top of a nice plaid button down and brown, pressed slacks. Loki prefers to stick to his more casual clothes, if not a bit fashionable for casual, for a doctor. He wears a black cashmere sweater with gray, pressed slacks, a nice pair of oxfords to finish his style. It’s enough to keep him warm during the winter season.

Christmas, such a mainstream holiday. Loki abhors this season what with all the festive cheer and decorations that litter NYC. You can’t walk two feet without being guilted into giving money to the people who stand on corners with bells for the Salvation Army. You can’t buy something nice without a cashier smiling at you, as if all knowing, and asking who you’re giving this gift to with cheerfulness in their high pitched voices. What he especially hates is that Odin expects him to show up to the family dinner every Christmas, seeing as Thor has a wife and has to spend half his time with her family. Loki is the black sheep that’s expected to pick up where his brother has neglected. All in all, Loki would demolish this one holiday from existence if he had the even the slightest chance.

The only good thing about being a doctor was that meant he could get away from most of the holiday by working through it. He couldn’t always escape the dinners seeing as his mother, Frigga, was of administration and Dean of Medicine on his floor. Not only did that hinder him but his father owned the hospital, so he was at a disadvantage, if only by a bit.

“We are condemned to useless labor.” Loki sighs out, his fingers playing with another yellow sticky note, crushing it into a ball.

“Fourth circle of hell,” Thor replies with a roll of his eyes as a paper ball launches towards him, hitting him in the cheek before falling to the ground. “Charting goes a lot faster when you eliminate all classic poetry, brother.” Thor says lightly. A suggestive twitch of his lips all Thor gives to a bored Loki.

Loki takes time from making paper balls to look over at the pile of charts next to him, sitting on the clinic’s lobby desk, waiting for his attention. He’s sure if the charts came to life they would resemble a dog, desperate for attention, wagging its tail with excitement when he finally looks at it. “Writing down what we already know to be read by nobody,” Loki brings his attention back to making another paper ball, completely ignoring the fact that Thor had rolled his eyes so hard he probably has a headache. “Pretty sure Dante would qualify that as useless,” Loki says lightly, a frown on his lips.

“You’re two weeks behind on your charting!” Thor says with exasperation, stopping his fiddling with the Santa to look at Loki as if he had offended Thor personally.

Loki flicks another ball at Thor, however he misses his target and, it sails past Thor, hits Frigga on the chest whom had just walked into the clinic. She watches the paper fall to the ground, giving Loki a look of disappointment. The man gives his mother an innocent smile from his seat. “Oops! I missed.”

“Are you eight years old?” The poised woman asks with a squint in her eyes as she walks over to the side of the desk Loki and Thor reside at. She picks up one of Loki’s charts and reads it with flickering eyes.

“Could an eight year old do this?” Loki asks, catching Frigga’s eyes, and sticks his tongue out at his mother who rolls her eyes. What is it about Loki that causes everyone to roll their eyes? Something he’ll never get the answer to, not because he can’t but because he doesn’t care enough to find the answer when it’s so painfully obvious.

Loki’s mother lifts Loki’s chart, she had picked up, a little higher as if trying to garner Loki’s attention, after she had finished reading through it, and looks at him with frustration. “You have a patient in exam one, Loki.”

Loki settles further into the rolling chair, throwing the pad of sticky notes on the desk, bringing his hands together over his stomach and lacing his fingers. Loki embodies the epitome of comfort and relaxation. He shrugs. “Yes but see I’m off at twelve and it’s already five off...” He shakes his head minutely with a look that says ‘Not much I can do’. He’s rather hoping his mother will let him off the hook this one time. He knows she has a soft spot for him and takes full advantage of that. Thor remains quiet on the matter, playing with the plastic Santa that’s supposed to sing when you press its button.

“She’s been waiting for you since eleven.” Frigga says with finality. Setting his chart down, Loki swears he could hear a gravel slamming down, and then she leaves but not without a pointed look at Loki. This meant Loki isn’t getting away this time. He sits there with his lips pursed and a frown etched into his eyebrows as he watches her retreating form.

“Melancholy without hope, which circle is that?” Loki pointedly asks Thor who looks at him with a sympathetic look only causing Loki to scoff and rolls his eyes as he stands, grabs his cane, and makes his way towards exam room one.

Loki limps into the room, already conscientious about his gold and green cane, making sure it doesn’t hit the wall as he slips into the exam room.

Looking back Loki doesn’t regret the choices his made on the cane. The man liked attention from the right people. He hates most casual people seeing as he usually finds them boring, predictable, and the need for small talk not something he takes much joy from. The cane definitely stood out and was the starter of conversation for common man that passed him by, unfortunately. This wasn’t enough to make Loki regret his ostentatious picks on his cane though.

The cane itself is light but durable. The stabilizer at the bottom had four anti-slip feet, covered by a wide quad base, all black and shiny. The cane, in all its glory, was emerald green, specifically requested by Loki, and had snakes engraved in the metal base. The snake outline, repeated around the entire cane, were then dusted in gold and, shined pretty and proper when in the sun. The snakes that run from the bottom to the top, run up the cane with open mouths as if devouring the brethren that followed up the last snake. When they reach the top of the cane, the handle’s edge, they stopped. The handle itself was covered in pure gold. The inside of it was carbon so it was lighter to carry but still very durable. The handle was fashioned after the head of a Black Mamba. Sleek and slim but one of the deadliest, most venomous snakes in the world. A symbol of Loki’s true power, or at least that’s what he told anyone that asks. In all honesty, Loki had picked the Black Mamba head because he thought it looked cute. He had a reputation to uphold, however.

Loki pushes his way into the exam room to find three nuns, one on the medical bed with two nuns on each side. As he closes the door he turns his head so he may let his eyes go wide without the women seeing his exasperated look. He turns his head back after the door is closed and he reins in his emotions.

“Hi, I’m doctor Odinson,” Loki supplies the three women, setting his cane aside in the room and looking up at the women with a small tilt of his lips. “What seems to be the problem?” He asks the woman sitting on the bed.

“Show him your hands, Augustine,” One of the sisters demands of Augustine, the woman on the bed Loki tabs in his head.

As the woman shifts the cloth covering her hands Loki takes the time to pop a pain pill into his mouth, swallowing without water if only because he’s been taking them for years for his disability. The use of the word disability is new, seeing how he didn’t take to the word too kindly in the beginning. As of now, he has accepted it for what it is and calls it as it should be, a disability. Something that may hinder him but does not define who he is or ever shall be.

Sister Augustine lifts her hands in front of her and they shake a bit as she holds them out for Loki to examine. They look raw, red, and as if they’re wet but in reality it’s because they’re covered in an ointment and severe rash. They’re pruned as if they spent too much time in water. When she turns over her hands to show him the palms he notes that they’re also raw and red, but more so and bleeding probably from scratching.

“It looks like stigmata.” The sister on the right of Augustine needlessly announces to Loki, or possibly to no one in particular. The other sister on the left shushes at her. Loki has to resist the urge to roll his eyes at her remark. Of course this ignorant nun would condemn her sister for something as simple as an allergic reaction. She finds the rash to be a form of disgrace on her sister. Typical.

Loki steps forwards, his eyes on her hands, “Must be all the talk around the holy water cooler.” He lightly supplies the three sisters with a joke to break the tension that had risen from the sister’s remark of stigmata. His eyes come to rest on her hands and as he reaches up to hold them in his own says, “You been washing a lot of dishes lately?” Loki glances up at sister Augustine’s aloof face.

“I help out in the kitchen.” Augustine replies.

“Anything new in the kitchen?” Loki asks, trying to pinpoint what’s causing the rash.

“We just got a donation of pots and pans this week.” The nameless nun tells Loki which supplies Loki with an answer for her reaction. Dish soap, pots and pans wouldn’t have caused such a reaction.

“I unpacked and washed them.” Augustin gives Loki, trying to help him out.

“Should have spent your time saving souls,” Loki says, his natural sarcasm coming over him, “It’s easier on the hands.” He says with a face that could be taken as contrite but is actually irony. “This is contact dermatitis. You’re allergic to dish soap.” Loki tells the nuns, his mind bored with how easy this diagnoses is.

As Loki turns to write down his report in the chart one of the nameless nuns speaks up. “Nonsense! We’ve always used that soap, why would it be a problem now?” She asks Loki.

Loki lets his head tilt back as he looks at the ceiling with a playful look on his face. “I’ve been a doctor for years,” He looks at the nun who spoke up, “Why do I have to keep assuring people I know what I’m doing?” He asks rhetorically. Not only talking about the nuns, Loki thinks of the many times where he has had to convince his own mother, and brother, that he knew what he was doing, going so far as to proving it.

“A person can become allergic to substances they’ve had repeated and prolonged exposure to.” Loki explains, his eyebrow raising perfectly, as if asking if the sisters had any other remarks to make before he looks down at the chart for Augustine to write his report real quick.

Loki then makes his way to the cabinet and picks out a small box inside of it. “Good news is, free samples!” He gives a fake smile, and excited tone, to the nuns. “I’m giving you an antihistamine to stop the allergic reaction,” He explains his process. “Take one every eight hours, might make you sleepy, and get some over the counter Cortisone cream, for the itchiness.” Loki looks at sister Augustine to make sure she understood his words, nodding at her when she gives an understanding nod, then handing her two pills from the box he had pulled from the cabinet.

“Thank you, doctor.” Augustine says with a small smile and nod.

“Want me to get some water?” Loki asks the women.

“I have some tea!” A nameless nun says, grabbing her thermos and giving it to Augustine.

Loki nods at the nun and backs up to pick up the chart. “Relax for a minute, the pills work pretty fast.” Then he leaves the room thinking he is done for the day in the clinic, thank god.

Loki throws the chart on top of his other charts he had left on the desk with Thor, in the lobby, and sighs as he limps around the desk and to Thor’s side.

“Still out by twelve.” Thor says, more so to grate on Loki’s nerves than anything.

Loki lets it go but replies, “How do you solve the problem of dermatitis.”

“Doctor? I want to thank you for your patience.” A sister says interrupting the conversation Loki was about to have with Thor. One of the sisters from Augustine’s side now stands in the clinic’s lobby with Loki and Thor. Her face showing she genuinely means it.

Loki manages to give Thor a disparaging look when he asks, “She talking to you?” As if shocked Loki was getting any kind of compliment. Loki can’t fault him there, he isn’t used to getting compliments either. Doesn’t mean he doesn’t bask in it but it is a little uncomfortable.

“I don’t know, she’s certainly looking at me...” Loki says back to Thor, shifting his weight from foot to foot in discomfort. He turns, watches, as the sister makes her way over to him, standing a little over a foot away. Enough distance to be comfortable since she is a stranger but a little too close for Loki’s comfort anyways. He hates people, so physical, so sentimental.

“It’s so good to get a secular diagnosis.” The nun offers Loki with a gratified look on her face, her body swaying with her words like she really means them.

Loki feels the frown come over his face and he tilts his head down at the sister.

“The sisters tend to interpret their diagnosis as divine intervention.” The nun explains to a bewildered Loki.

“And you don’t?” Loki asks, his voice not betraying his confusion but it’s definitely there. This sister is very...different from regular nuns, he can already tell. Her ideologies being promulgated so plainly are leaving Loki in an almost disoriented state. “Then you’re wearing an awfully funny hat.” Loki says, his sarcasm coming out to hide his true feelings on this whole conversation. The sister merely tilts her head with a look that says ‘Very funny’.

“Oh boy.” Thor whispers behind Loki. Loki can feel him shifting as if he wants to escape this situation just as much as Loki. “Excuse me.” Thor says grabbing all his charts and reports so he may make a swift exit. Loki glances back at Thor, his face now shifting from its usual neutrality to a look of perplexity and a hint of longing as he wants to leave too. Loki looks back to the sister, hiding his emotions again as she speaks.

“If I break my leg I believe it happened for a reason. I believe God wanted me to break my leg,” The sister says, her face showing nothing short than utter earnestness that almost makes Loki gag. “I also believe he wants me to put a cast on it.” The sister finishes causing Loki’s lips to twitch upwards and forget his brief nausea. He likes her, something no one that truly knew him would take lightly.

“Doctor! Something’s wrong!” The other sister says loudly as she races into the lobby. This breaks the little moment the sister was having with Loki and he stands at attention.

They all make their way back to exam room one with hast in their steps and Loki’s limp.

When Loki enters the room he finds Augustine to be hunched over, rapidly breathing but the air is filled with wheezes as if she can’t get breath into her lungs. Loki quickly tabs this as an asthmatic attack but grabs his stethoscope and brings it up to her chest. “Lift up your chin.” He demands softly, letting the stethoscope land on her chest when she does and moves it from the left to the right side listening to her lungs and heart as she panically breathes in faster.

“Sister you’re having an asthma attack, I need you to relax,” Loki drops the stethoscope from her chest, taking it from his ears, and turns to the drawers in the room, “Roll up her sleeve, please.” He demands of the sister next to him. He quickly picks up an syringe from the drawer he opened and turns back to sister Augustine. “I’m going to give you epinephrine,” He explains. “It will open your lungs and help you breathe.”

Loki uncaps the shot, by mouth, and quickly sticks the sister’s arm, injecting the liquid components of the epinephrine into her upper arm with fluid movements as if he’s done this a thousand times before, because he has.

Loki looks up at sister Augustine to assess the situation. The cap of the needle still in his mouth which he lightly grinds around with his teeth, almost nervous but not quite.

Everything is quiet for a moment. Loki takes this time to remove the needle from the sister’s arm and replace it with a cotton ball which he presses to her skin with moderate strength to stop any blood flow that may have followed the intrusion.

“What happened?” One of the sisters ask.

Loki foregoes the answer to that question to ask his own, “Did she take the pill?” He looks at the sister next to him, the one that had warned him of the situation and had stayed behind with sister Augustine. The one that had called it stigmata.

“Yes.” She says in a tone that betrays confusion and defensiveness.

“It’s an allergic reaction.” Loki explains ignoring the sister’s emotions at his question.

“She’s allergic to an anti-allergy medicine?” The same sister asks in an incredulous tone now.

Sister Augustine sits there taking in small mouthfuls of air, as if she now understands breathing is a commodity. Her body is still hunched over as she grabs at the medical bed with a white knuckled grip. Loki looks at her sympathetically. “How are you feeling?” He asks thinking about what variations he can use to treat her allergic reaction on her hands now that the blood rushing experience is over. “I’ll put you on some steroids instead.” He decides out loud, capping the syringe he used and throwing it away in the designated red safety box.

“Is my heart supposed to be feeling so funny?” Sister Augustine asks breathlessly, Loki watching as she brings a hand up to grab at her chest.

“It’s called adrenaline, makes the heart beat fast.” Loki says flippantly but puts two fingers on her pulse point on her wrist just to check if it’s something worth looking into. Loki looks at Augustine with concern, his eyes flitting around the room in thought, “But not this fast.”

Sister Augustine takes in a deep breath, wheezing again.

“Get a nurse, please.” He tells one of the sisters in a calm but pressing tone.

Sister Augustine leans into Loki’s body with a whimper and he grabs her so he may lightly rest her on the bed in a supine position. He leans over her watching her and trying to figure out what’s wrong, what could possibly be causing this, and how to fix it, fast.

“Somebody help!” Loki hears the nun call outside the room.

His attention is diverted when sister Augustine passes out. He quickly puts the stethoscope in his ears and puts the diaphragm on her chest, checking for her heart beat first, then her lungs. There is no comforting beat to be heard and her breathing has completely stopped as if it never existed, pulling this situation from a simple allergic reaction to something far, far more serious than Loki had anticipated.

“Somebody get in here!” Loki yells out frustrated no one has answered their calls for help. Finally a nurse in blue scrubs comes in, realizing the situation is of immediate emergency and looks at Loki so she may help.

“Call a code and charge up the defibrillator, she’s got no pulse.” He says speedily, starting to perform CPR on sister Augustine. The nurse flees from the room in record time to grab a defibrillator and yell at someone to call a code blue.

Loki manages CPR for a few minutes until the defib team comes in and takes over. They only barely manage to bring sister Augustine back to life.

Loki stands at the doorway, the two other sister next to him praying, he bites at his thumb. His mind is racing with the need for an answer. What caused this? What was he missing? It’s an allergic reaction, there’s no doubt about that, nonetheless he can’t figure out why everything he tried sent her into further shock. She couldn’t possibly have been allergic to everything he gave her, antihistamine and epinephrine. There is a factor here that he doesn’t know about, something is missing, and he would figure it out if it was the last thing he did.

Loki barely glances at one of the sisters as they take a drink from a thermos before going back to saying their Hail Mary’s.

Tagging (because they showed interest for this series): @rosaline-black @blueberrynonnie

I won’t tag yall in any other posts unless you specify you’d like that! i just wanted you both to know i started it and if you’d still be interested 😊

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