#BIG THANKS TO ALL THE COOL RANDOS OUT THERE WHO HELPED ALONG THE WAY!!

[skyplayssplatoon3]

I received this title from the Shell-Out Machine, conveniently when a random rotation on this map was on

I KNEW...I HAD TO TRY

AND TRY I DID! Truly, it was destiny to become the Champion of Bonerattle Arena......

[poisonouswritings]

The exception Sage in modern time but it’s the gang trying to put Sage and MC in ✨situations✨ to fuck with Sage.

The gang goes on a road trip but oh! There isn’t enough space in the car :((( Mc has a car? [tucks their keys under the sofa cushion]

oH nO u can’t find your keys and we have to go now :((

guess MC is gonna have to sit on Sage’s lap the whole trip.

Yknow,

to save space and all. faint snickering in the background

Mc on Sage’s lap and suddenly he is hyper aware of every bump on the road that makes them bounce on his lap. His head is swimming and he’s so close to them and God they smell amazing. The whole road trip is actually Sage trying to conceal his rock hard erection. Cue then stopping over at a gas station and Sage excuses himself to the bathroom to furiously jerk off. Trying to relieve some pressure because his mind keeps drifting off to how amazing MC would look bouncing on his cock instead.

on a more wholesome note though: MC nodding off and falling asleep on Sage and he's both cursing everyone and thanking every God out there for this. Making them drive more carefully so Mc doesn't wake up. He hears them softly snoring and he might actually cry. He's recording ever second into his heart.

Hehehehe,, love this trope so much,,,, reg bless ur whore-knee brain

GN!Reader, gods I have a nostalgia for road trips, Sage is going to lose his fucking mind, NSFW under the cut

Rime is,, not,,, that big of a fan of the situation. Sure he finds it funny and all but the fact that Sage is so sickeningly in love and too cowardly to do anything about it annoys the hell out of him. Oh, that big dumb muscle idiot can go fuck some rando in Rime's bed (and he still has no idea how the hell Sage got into his apartment because he didn't have a fucking key so) but he can't make a move on the crush he's had for fucking ages now?????

So he'll move things along himself. He gives Felix, Tulsi, Elowen, and Anisa a heads up because obviously they're all gonna be trapped in a car together and he needs to know they're gonna be cool with it. They are. And if it makes you uncomfortable then they can always abort the mission so

You seven have been planning this road trip for over a month. You show up at Felix's apartment (he's got the biggest car so it's the one you're all taking because holy shit Rime and Felix both have so many bags) at four in the morning, trying to blink the sleep from your eyes. Anisa pops out, shockingly chipper for the early hours, and helps you unload your bags and bring them into the apartment. You lock your car and toss the keys in the bowl by the door.

Rime comes to greet you. He's also surprisingly wide awake, helping Anisa dump your stuff in the entryway with all the other stuff that has to be loaded into the car. Tulsi (who is begrudgingly awake) offers you some tea. It Does Not Help You Stay Awake. In Fact It Does The Opposite.

Sage and Felix are sleeping on the couch. Elowen, also wide awake, is quietly stacking pillows on Sage's face to see if he'll wake up.

Ur honor I love her

Anisa encourages you to go rest your eyes for a couple minutes while she and Rime get some stuff organized to make the loading easier. You're tired so you agree, dropping into an armchair and passing out.

Rime, Anisa, Elowen, and Tulsi toast their cups (coffee for the first three, caffeinated tea for Tulsi) and get to work.

See, Felix has one of those eight-seater cars, the ones with the three rows. It's the only way all six of you will fit. Felix is gonna drive, Tulsi is gonna be in the passenger seat. Then Rime, Elowen and Anisa will share the second row.

Oh but the last row is a full row! That's still enough room for two people! Unless of course, they fold away two of the three seats to make enough room for stuff. Felix has to keep his books within reach :) and Tulsi needs her cooler full of energy drinks and snaccs :) and Rime needs his makeup chest so he can touch up while taking travel selfies :) and Anisa needs space to set up her little lap desk so she can do some work on her laptop :) and Elowen needs her sketchbook and case of pencils/charcoal/etc. nearby :) So :) you see :) there's really no way they could have packed the car that didn't end up leaving them one space short :)

Then they go to wake you up. Anisa sweetly explains that, oh, they don't have quite enough room to fit everyone so you'll have to sit on Sage's lap. Is that okay?

Well you can always take your car. The keys are by the- oh- what? Tulsi says they're not over there? You scowl and start to look around when Rime catches you by the shoulders. You guys have gotta get moving to avoid traffic. Your keys are somewhere in the house. You can find them when you get back. But if you're okay with it, the easy solution is just you sitting on Sage. Is that alright?

As much as they want to get you and Sage together already, no one wants you to be uncomfortable.

You take another sip of your tea, yawn, wave a hand, and tell them it's fine. Then go to the kitchen to put your now-empty mug in the sink. Meanwhile Tulsi and Elowen wake up Felix and Sage and quickly shove them out the door. The only reason Felix isn't bitching about being woken up so early is that he knows about the plan.

Sage is a little grumbly but Tulsi promises he can sleep in the car. So he wearily clambers into the back row. The sun is starting to raise and it warms the window. He leans against it for a little nap, eyes half-open and watching the others. Tulsi and Felix are hopping into the front. But why aren't Anisa and Those Two Assholes pulling the second row seats back up so they can-

And then you step out of the house. Your hair is a little rumpled from sleep and your eyes are barely open.

Sage's heart races. A flood of adrenaline rushes through him and he perks up. Oh you look so cute all barely awake like that and he can't help but think how adorable you'd be waking up in his bed-

And then you casually come over, crawl into his lap, slump against his chest, and mumble for him to put the seatbelt on.

...... Well He's Awake Now

Sage woke up today with morning wood. It's an (un?)fortunate coincidence. So when you casually plop your ass down on his bulge, wiggle a little to get comfortable, and lean your back flush against his chest,,,

Hahaha what the fuck??? He shoots Anisa a confused look. She smiles and says there wasn't enough room so he'll just have to put up with it. Then she and Rime and Elowen pull the second row up, effectively trapping you and Sage together.

Everyone loads in, does their little adjustments. Sage's face is bright red.

He is immediately glaring daggers at Tulsi in the rearview mirror. She casually grins at him, puts her earbuds in, and slides down in her seat to nap, making it clear Sage is on his own with this. Payback for all the times he teased her for being short.

Sage,, can't,,, put the buckle around both of you. You're barely awake at this point, but you grab his wrists and loops his arms around your waist. Then tell everyone to stfu so you can nap. Then pass out.

,,,,,,,, Sage Is Not Okay

The first two hours are spent with him trying to control his breathing and will away his throbbing boner. It doesn't help when the A/C doesn't really reach the back row. The others are talking but his heartbeat his too loud in his ears to listen. The two of are you in your own little world comprised of shared body heat, softness, and daydreams about what could be if he just got the courage to try.

Ooooooooh his head is spinning because you're so close and you're so soft and you smell so good and you look so cute when you're all peacefully snoozing and ooooooooh he cannot function

He,, doesn't want to be weird,,,, he really really really doesn't,,,,,,, but he's still sleepy because he didn't get much rest (Tulsi made him wake up stupid early and Felix's couch isn't that comfortable) and when your head is lolled back, cheek brushing softly against his, it really is all too easy for him to shyly rest his chin on your shoulder and close his eyes and try to relax. Try being the operative word. There's a certain part of him that's still way too tense.

It's painful but he's managing. You don't shift around in your sleep that much. Maybe that's because his arms are around you. As he slips in and out of sleep - in and out of dreams - visions of soft kisses and clasped hands and playful nips and casual confessions run through his head.

Then you wake up.

He's pulled out of sleep by your voice echoing in his ears. You're laughing about something and oh how the sound threatens to make his cock twitch a little. Especially when you're leaned forward, shifting the way your ass presses against his crotch. You've got your elbows on the row in front of you, your head between Elowen and Rime's as you watch him adjust his eyeliner in the mirror, laughing when he threatens to draw on your cheek. And when you laugh it sends a little vibration through you and then that vibrates his restrained dick and ooooh You Are Torturing Him. And then Elowen taps your nose with the butt end of her sketch pencil and you laugh again and lean back into Sage, wiggling your ass into his lap as you get comfy, tilting your head back to ask him how he slept. And then you're looking him in the eye, faces mere centimeters apart, while your ass unknowingly grinds against his cock?

h e l p

Sage spends most of the time glaring out the window, desperately trying to think of anything that will take the ache away. He's slowly losing his mind.

And then he makes the mistake of locking eyes with Elowen in the rearview mirror.

>:3

Elowen casually tells Felix that Oh, There's A Shortcut If You Just Turn Up There. And Felix hears the amusement in her voice and his Need For Chaos activates.

Felix turns onto the road. It's fine for the first half mile or so and Sage thinks, Hey, Maybe This Won't Be So Bad

...... And then the bumps start

OoOoOoOh He Is GoInG tO kIlL eLoWeN fOr ThIs BuT tHaT's AsSuMiNg He SuRvIvEs BeCaUsE tHiS iS tOrTuRe

AnD tHeN yOu YeLp In SuRpRiSe BeCaUsE yOuR hEaD nEaRlY sLaMs InTo ThE rOoF oF tHe CaR bEcAuSe YoU'rE nOt WeArInG a SeAtBeLt AnD tHe OnLy ThInG yOu CaN dO iS gRiP sAgE's ThIgHs AnD tRy NoT tO gO fLyInG sO nOw YoU'rE uNiNtEnTiOnAlLy PrEsSiNg YoUr AsS aGaInSt HiM wItH aLl YoUr MiGhT wHiLe YoU'rE bOtH sHaKiNg AnD

oH hIs SoUl AsCeNds

FoR tHe NeXt FeW mIlEs He HaS hIs FoReHeAd ReStInG AgAiNsT yOuR sHoUlDeR bEcAuSe HiS bRaIn Is LiTeRaLlY mElTiNg

AnD tHeN thE bumPs finaLly sLow dOwN. He cAn't exActLy catch his brEath just yEt but at leAst he doesn't NeEd to diE anymore.

And As he's gLaring oUt the window, dEsperately tRying to gEt his wits back about him (aNd keep hIs breathless panting hiDden) he fiNally sPots a repriEve.

A gAs sTation.

Luckily it's about then tHat the car cHimes that it's oUt of gaS. So Felix finaLly pulls off on the exit. The road is smooth again. Sage practically has tears of both frustration and relief in his eyes at this point and Holy Fucking Shit He Needs To Get You Off Him Right Fucking Now

It takes Rime, Elowen, and Anisa a solid few minutes to put their stuff off to the side,,, undo their seatbelts,,,, arch their backs and stretch out their arms,,,,,, wiggle their toes,,,,,,, oh their limbs fell asleep and if they try to walk right now they might fall so Sage has to be patient,,,,,,,, He's gonna kill them,,,,,,,,,,,,,

Anisa finally - finally! - pulls the second row down so you and Sage can get out. Sage is trying to help you out but he's so frantic that he inadvertently gives you a lil shove right on your butt. You trip a bit but Anisa manages to steady you. Sage doesn't even have the wherewithal to apologize, he just splutters out a desperate 'Bathroom!' and darts off before anyone can get a good look at him

It's one of those single bathrooms. Thank the gods it's unlocked. He has his pants unzipped before the door is even shut. Sweat runs down his forehead, his neck, his too-tight chest. He catches a glance of himself in the mirror and sees his face is beet red and there's a little bit of drool running down the corner of his mouth. He tries not to cringe. Hopefully you didn't notice. But there are more pressing matters in his hand right now.

Ooooh he lets out this soft hiss as soon as he grasps his cock because it's practically fucking raw. His knees are wobbly. He uses one hand to brace himself on the wall above the toilet. It's far from the most elegant place he's done it in, blowing his load into a dirty gas station toilet, but it's also not the worst place he's done it either so

He closes his eyes, lets out a breath, and very slowly starts to stroke. He has to ease his way into it or else he's afraid he'll pass out.

Fuck you were so cute when you were on him. The rough bumps would pull these little noises from you and as hard as he'd been trying not to pay attention, well, he'd been recording each and every one of those sounds deep in his brain, integrating them right into his fantasies. And he really can't shake the thought of your cute ass being naked and bouncing teasingly on his lap, his cock deep inside you as you moan and whimper and pull him closer and whine in his ear 'yes, God, fuck, don't stop, oh fuck please don't stop, I love you, fuck I love you so much, Sage-'

There's a slam on the door that rips him out of his daydream. He claps a hand over his mouth to hide any noises. His cock twitches in frustration in his hand.

"Sage!" You shout again. "You've been in there for ten minutes!! You alright??"

A shudder runs down his spine at the sound of your voice. He knows he should stop but he physically can't. His voice is strangled when he responds that He's Fine, He'll Be Out In A Minute! He's Just, Uh, Uh, Uh, Washing His Face!

"Well hurry up!" You call back. He can hear the roll in your eyes and the laugh in your voice. "Even with a little dirt on your cheek you'll still look very pretty!"

His knees wobble. He has to lean against the wall again. With nothing to use to muffle his whimpers he bites into his forearm, screwing his eyes shut tight as he desperately tries to hold himself together. But his hips have a mind of their own and they won't stop rocking into his hand. He's so so so close and the knowledge that you're Right There is driving him half insane,,,,,

He can just barely make out someone's voice, probably shouting from by the car.

"Okay!" You shout back. Then knock firmly on the door again. "Sage!"

All it really takes is his name on your lips to push him over the edge. "C-coming!" he groans, but really what he means is 'cumming' because lighting runs up his spine and his toes curl in his boots and his body goes rigid as he shoots one, two, three, four ropes of cum into the toilet. A tidal wave of warmth rushes through him and he crumples against the wall, gasping for breath. "C-coming... J-just... Give me a... A s-second..."

Gods he's drooling. Like a fucking dog. But he's too blissed out to really care at the moment.

You give an overdramatic sigh, a last knock on the door to remind him to hurry up, and head back over to the car. Everyone is standing around it, checking their phones or organizing the new snacks Tulsi got from the station store or snickering to each other. Rime and Elowen in particular are laughing. You go over and grab a snacc from the pile, opening up the package.

".... I think Sage is sick because it sounded like he was running a mile in there or something," You say nonchalantly. "Maybe I should buy him a Gatorade?"

Elowen and Rime start wheezing from laughter. Anisa is snorting into her muffin. Tulsi is grinning at her phone like she just won a bet. Felix is quietly sinking to his knees in barely-restrained giggles and laughter.

You give them all a confused look, shrug, and grab your wallet to go buy him an energy drink. Hopefully it'll help him feel better. There's still another couple of hours left on your drive after all!

[fangirl-everythang]

Smoke Break C. T. H.

Summary: At Calums' party he leaves for a smoke, y/n joining him later on. Some rando pukes on y/n leaving the two to get away. He maybe receives a gift.

Warnings: Swearing, Sex, Oral sex, smoking, mentions of alcohol.

Word Count: 3475

Calum's POV

Who the hell are these people? It's a party for me and I know no one here. Fucking great, Oh yeah mate, trust me it's gonna be HUGE. You'll love it. This is the last time I listen to Ashton. Do I look like I'm fucking having a great time?

We need to get him a girlfriend. They all tell me I need to settle but I'm known as the lone wolf it never works with the lifestyle we have. Well somehow Luke and Michael make it work but to me it's exhausting.

"Aye mate, having fun?" I turn to see dyed hair and I know it's Michael.

"It's fine." I huff as someone shouts happy birthday once more. I see Roy across the way with some chick and he shrugs at me. I would've just preferred to go see Mali but she's always busy now. I just look at Michael while taking a sip of the beer in my cup I've been on this one since this shit of a party started.

"It could be worse you know? You could-" He's interrupted by Crystal who leans up and whispers in his ear he nods and begins to grab her hand. "We're gonna head out she's not feeling well." He gives me a sympathetic smile. "Happy birthday." is all he says when they begin to leave the room. Welp, there goes another friend.

I haven't seen Ashton since the party started and Luke definitely is getting it in with Sierra right now. Literally, all over each other, it's truly disgusting if you asked me. Deciding to move away from this wall I head to the kitchen to throw this drink away, taste watered down because of the ice. Pushing through the moving bodies and the lights everywhere, I dump that shit in the sink. Ashton comes my way trailing a girl behind him, "There you are! Y/n showed up?" I see the hair of a girl just talking to someone who's just come behind her.

Y/n has been around us for a while. I don't know when but our friendship started after we met at a party. She was waiting for Arzylea to join her when we started talking. Next thing you know she was a part of our inner circle. Not gonna lie, She's my favorite person in the group. Everyone thought that when Arz and Luke broke up, she would leave too but she's still here. And she keeps that group chat very entertaining shall I say. We've hung out a few times, with her it's different though. I don't feel the need to be THE Calum Hood bass player for 5SOS, she knew of me but cared more for the person I was. She asked questions even though she knew the answers. I just felt relaxed with her. As more people entered the kitchen, I go to the back porch where I don't see anyone. There are too many people and I don't even want to think about how to clean this up. Pulling a cigarette from the pack I just let the smoke fill my lungs and slowly exhale while leaning against the siding of the house.

"You know that's an awfully bad habit you have Hood." The familiar voice speaks, forcing me to open my eyes.

I chuckle, "Why aren't you enjoying the party?" I ask her.

"Come on you know that's not my scene." I nod silently agreeing. She looks stunning, the way her dress hugs her body, she's so effortlessly flawless. Most girls have to go through a tribal ritual to look as amazing as her. "Stop that." she laughs.

I shake my head slightly to remember what I just did. "Sorry I-I didn't mean to um yeah fuck." I stumble for words she just nods. "It's okay.'' she looks down and fumbles with her hands. It's cute how she does that, almost like she doesn't know she's the most beautiful person in the room. A harsh gust of wind pushes past and she shivers. I look at her and open my arms with my jacket she rolls her eyes but gets closer. Holding the cigarette with my mouth to free my hands I just pull her closer until I feel the warmth of our bodies touch.

"Thanks" She mumbles against my chest. She looks up at me before pulling the cigarette between my lips, just as I'm about to protest she takes a puff. Watching her smoke is by far the hottest thing I've seen, and I've seen Luke naked.

"Oh look who's punkrock now?" I smirk at her as she brings the burning toxin to my lips. Her laugh. Sounds like fucking angels I can feel her chest moving through my shirt. "Can I be in the band now?" She raises an eyebrow.

Dropping the small bud I just laugh along with her. "hEYYY I'm serious" she wines.

"Sure you are." I smile at her.

"No offense Cal but your party blows." She looks at the lights jumping on the hardwood of the deck.

"It's more of Ashton's," I admit. One hell of a birthday. She wraps her arms around my waist and places her head on my chest. "Happy birthday Cal," she whispers.

"Thank you y/n." I can feel my pulse in my throat. Being with her makes me so comfortable but yet I feel like I'm on fire. She gets me like no one else could imagine. I place my chin on the top of her head and just hold her. I don't want this to end. "Did Ashton invite you?" curious to how she showed up. In the group chat she said she had plans this weekend. I was really disappointed because if it wasn't clear enough I like her a lot.

"Something like that." She reaches for her phone and scrolls through her text. "From Ashton at 6:58 am," she begins to read slightly pulling away to look at the screen between us. "Hey Y/n! know you're busy this weekend but that doesn't matter because Calum likes you and won't admit it but it would be cool as lemons if you could show up." I'm going to fucking kill him. I hope he likes his ashes being burnt with that fucking lemon tree. She smiles at me and I feel like I could evaporate right the fuck here. Oh Ashton. I will kill you. The door next to us opens and some random guy comes out drunk as hell. "Oh h-hey you three," His burp interrupts him, "It's a great party in thheere"

As he stumbles Y/n goes to keep him upright, but his body has other plans. The foul smell that comes from the vomit projecting on Y/n is awful. He apologizes but quickly goes back inside wiping his mouth on his shirt. "Are you okay?" I ask her equally as shocked. Her cheeks flushed in embarrassment, I grab her hand without waiting for a response and drag her inside. After her many protest and looks from random people that can smell the bile on her, we make it to the stairs. There are too many fucking people here. Constantly pushing past bodies I know none of these bathrooms are cleared. I walk her down the hallway to my bedroom door when someone interrupts me. "Dude, I've been trying to get in there all night. It's locked. Complete dipshit of an owner right." He smirks reaching for a high five. I roll my eyes at his gesture and grab the key to open my door. His smirk fades into one of realization. He tries to apologize but I shut the door in his face after Y/n follows me inside.

I take off my shoes and she looks at me questioningly. "I have a bathroom in here you can use Y/n." as I relock my door. The last thing I need is for some stranger to come messing with my personal stuff.

"You shouldn't have-"

"Shut up. Some stranger just threw up on you. I would prefer to be in here with you than out there where I don't know anyone. Now go shower." She starts to argue but I just help shove her in the bathroom while closing the door. She knocks from the inside of the door, "Yes Y/n?" I smile at her playful banter.

"I need help. I can't reach the zipper" she says through the wooden door. I release the handle and nod. right she can't see me. Opening the door I walk in, "So your plan was to lock me in here?" She smiles looking through the mirror at me while moving her hair to one side of her shoulder.

"Not exactly, I was gonna kidnap you later." I grab the small zipper and begin to undo it. No wonder who the hell can hold this tiny thing. Once I get it down she thanks me. "Just throw it away okay?"

"But-" I stare at her and she agrees. Closing the door to let her shower. Clothes, she needs clothes. I walk into my closet and grab a t-shirt and her emergency bag. She came up with the idea since no one knows how to bring clothes anywhere we all have one outfit at everyone's place. Thanks to Michael she had to wear the outfit here, but her undergarments are still there.

I knock on the door and she's still in the shower so I leave the shirt and the bag on the counter in the steamy room. Walking out I take off the skinny jeans I'm wearing and change into sweats and a t-shirt.

So many options. Who ever came up with Netflix is a fucking genius. My phone buzzes next to me and I see Ashtons Name. A text, great!

From: Daddy 1:17 am

Bryana's here. Gonna go Catch up.

I just send him an 'Ok' because we all know they're still stuck on each other and there's no way in hell I'm going down there. About 20 minutes into big mouth Y/n walks out of the bathroom wearing the clothes I left for her. No one's ever looked that good in my shirt, shit I don't even look good in my shirt. "Thank you Calum" she quietly commented. "No problem." I pat the spot next to me and she climbs in the bed. I hit play on the tv remote as the show continues to play. I can't even focus on the hormone monster on the screen, this feels so fucking right. I feel her playing with my hand as she watches the screen intently. Her brow furrowing when she doesn't get the concept of Jay being a magician or the way her eyes crinkle when she laughs. I could literally just watch her all day. I mean I know she doesn't like me but I can't help but imagine what a relationship with her would be like. I don't want to jeopardize our friendship but this, this feels more important. It's just not fair I mean there's tour and I wouldn't want to be away from her that long if she were mine. I don't understand how she's single I mean look at her. And you don't find many girls with a personality like hers, she's so kind-hearted and the most humble person I know. When we were in Bali, everyone went to this pool resort and we thought she went missing for the day. But she returned home after visiting orphanages and helping at the village day clinic. I don't want to be selfish but I'll be damned if I let her go. I'm so thankful for that girlfriend of Luke's to bring her completely unbothered, outgoing, and amazing friend with her to that club in New York.

"Did you hear me?" The soft voice brings me from my thoughts. I look down at her "No what?" She starts laughing. I see a black screen on the wall and look at her quizzically. She raises her hands in defense "It's been off for the past 15 minutes." she shrugs. "You looked deep in thought." I just stay silent and look up at the ceiling. ''You can talk to me you know?" she whispers.

"Have you ever wanted something you can't have?" I ask. She chews on her bottom lip before responding.

"I suppose, I mean in regards to what?" but I cut her off, "Why'd you come tonight?"

"It's your birthday." she states clearly confused. "Ashton's text doesn't bother you?"

"I didn't think it would have to bother me?-"

"You had plans."

"You mean much more Cal." I let her words sink in. Did she like me the way I like her?or maybe she doesn't and I'm really hoping for something? No. This could never work. I don't do relationships.

"Do you wanna keep watching? " I ask her hoping she'll say yes.

"That was the last episode" she says as she turns to me a glimpse if hope in her eyes. "We can just talk Cal."

"I'm actually pretty tired." She nods, a small frown on her face as she goes and turns the light off. "Night Cal"

"Goodnight Y/n." I whisper before pulling her closer to me. I feel her muscles relax and soft snores escape her lips.

* * *

The sun in the room feels warm against my skin. Opening one eye I see the contract of the bright light against the walls. As I go to move the curtains I feel a warm presence next to me turn. Well, fuck me. Her shirt came up just the slightest to exposed her black lace panties to me and damn is it a sight. Look away. Look away. Look away.

Physically getting up from the bed she pouts and rubs her eyes. "Cal? " her slightly rasped voice speaks. "Yeah just closing the blinds. "

"Can you leave it just a tad. " she ask pulling the covers over her. "The soft light is nice. " I mean I can't say no. "Come here. " she demands and I get back in bed with her. "I should probably start cleaning soon. " I say as a line ass excited to leave the room. All I can picture is how good she looked in these panties and I need to take care of this soon.

"No you won't, since when have you cleaned? Plus I told you I'd help. " my dick is straining against these fucking briefs.

She softly traces random patterns into my skin as we just lay there admiring the room. "Cal" she mumbles.

"You've got an uh-problem. " the blood rushes to my cheeks as she notices my boner. "Sorry i-" I begin to excuse myself from the room hoping a black hole could appear. That would be great.

Surprisingly enough she pushes me to keep me in place. "It just occurred to me that I never got you a gift."

She runs her fingers over my manhood, "Can I make it up to you?"

"Y/n I don't think-" Oh fuck. My dick twitched at the sight of her removing my shirt leaving me speechless. The black lace that clung to her, which landed us in this situation, looked even better than before. "Um you -uh" I start mumbling trying not to look at her body for too long. I mean I could but I'd cum no question.

"It's either a yes or no?" as I was about to answer she started running her hand along the thin black lines. My eyes never leaving her hand as she teasingly rubbed her clit through the fabric. "You see Cal, I want you as much as you want me."

Fuck friendship. I replace her hand with my own to feel her. Fuck how long I've waited to do this. She pushes my hand away from her core while leaving open mouth kisses down my jaw. Licking my earlobe, she whispers, "You're the birthday boy."

She scoots further down the bed until her face is near my groin. This is a sight I could get used to. She slips her fingers in the band and starts pulling my briefs down. Her eyes light up once she sees my throbbing shaft. "You have such a pretty dick." Her thumb runs over my tip causing me to shudder and if possible made me harder. "Y/n you don't have to." My voice cracking a bit, why the fuck was I so nervous.

She rolls her eyes as she kisses my tip her tongue licking along the vein. She slowly begins taking me in her mouth, "Oh fuck y/n" I moan as she swallows around me, her hand pumping what she can't fit all the way. Her mouth is so warm and she's so fucking perfect. My head hits the headboard as my other hand laces itself in her curls as she bobbed her head along my length, letting every sound fall from my lips. Accidentally I pulled her hair which I was going to apologize for until she moaned. The vibrations that sexy ass sound I thrusted up. Fuck no I want to be in her.

"Y/n stop." She let her teeth graze my dick as she moved her mouth off of me. My stiffened member glowing with her saliva.

"I'm sorry this was a bad-" She started mumbling getting off the bed and fixing her hair.

"No!" I yelled surprised at my own tone. "I mean um you're great I just- I want to be in you." The redness on my cheeks very visible. She hesitates before sliding her panties off, "We don't have to I'm sorry I just thought that's where this was going and I-" She kisses me softly and I shut the hell up.

"Calm down, I was just thinking." She says straddling my lap removing her bra. "And before you ask what about well," she lines me with her entrance "It was whether I wanted a condom or not." Our moans are in unison as she slowly slides onto me. Feeling her tight walls stretch around me, her dripping arousal glistening in the soft lights of the sun. The whimper that came from her mouth as she takes all of me. "I'm on the pill and it's your birthday meaning you get the full experience." She says after a moment of her adjusting, sending a playful wink my way. She begins to move and I swear no one has ever felt this good. My hands find their way to her hips slowly rocking her back and forth.

"Fuck Cal" She whimpers as she begins to ride me. I move one of my guiding hands to find her sensitive nub, tracing small circles with the pad of my finger. She jerks back from the touch causing me to smirk, someone's sensitive. I place my thumb over her sensitive nub yet again rubbing back and forth eliciting a moan from her. “Cal I can’t-“ Grabbing her hair pulling her face closer to me, “ You can and you will, got it?” She whimpers nodding in agreement, “I’m not cumming till that pretty pussy of yours is pulsing.” Slowly grinding my hips up, grazing her g-spot with my tip. “Cal-fuck, this was supposed to be your gift.” Grabbing the back of her thigh slowly bringing her body closer to mine, I turn us so she’s underneath me.

“Go out with me and we’ll call it even yeah?” I ask her before continuing to thrust into her. Our moans fall in unison as I pick up the pace. Thrusting into her faster than the time before, the only sounds heard throughout are those of our moans and skin clapping together. My mouth finds its way to her neck, assaulting the soft skin in the area- leaving a reminder for this evening. I can feel her tightening around me, edging me close to my own release. “Cal I’m close.” She manages to mutter as I find my way back to her clit, rubbing fast purposeful circles. Watching the way her pants and moans fall through her lips to the glistening of her chest as it rises and falls with each breath. The sight being enough to drive me to the brink of insanity, “Cum for me y/n.” Almost instantly her eyes roll back as she arches her back, her pussy tightening without mercy forcing my own orgasm to appear. My hips jut forward as I release into her , slowly edging us both along. Our panting is the only thing to be heard as a gently collapse on top of her. “Did you mean it?” She ask, moving the hair from my forehead.

“If you mean me asking you out, yes.” She smiles and pulls my face closer to hers. “took you long enough.” She whispers before attaching her lips to mine.

A/N: (Also posted to Wattpad) I hope you enjoyed it. I'm actually really happy, I've been doing quite a bit of writing so yay! We have another calum smut blurb on the way.I also need help deciding who's the endgame for my Loki/Bucky love triangle but all with time. Anyways I hope you're all having a wonderful weekend!

XOXO Janelle

[pirate-au]

A Pirate's Life for a Prince (Part 5)

Summary: Roman was a dashing Captain, content with his exciting life out at sea, diving head first into adventure both on and off land. He wouldn't give up his life for anything, and yet he found himself...lacking something. He was never sure what.

When he meets Virgil, a seemingly common traveler in an old tavern, that lacking feeling in his chest goes away for the first time in a long while. So surely there's no harm in offering the stranger and his friend a ride, right?

Notes: TW for Remus being Remus, threats of violence

thank you again to @cheshirevalentine for editing! Check out their spinoff @actorau it's going to be so cool

part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4 part 6

The throne room was quiet, the guards stationed around the golden walls silent and motionless, the air just as heavy as it had been since news of the missing Prince had made it to the King.

Janus’s eyes were on the blue skies outside glass stained windows, the guards around him staring straight ahead, backs straight, unmoving for hours.

He leaned against the back of the throne with a sigh. The golden throne was grand and elegant, but also old and uncomfortable. It was honestly more for show than for furniture, and his back always protested the hours upon hours he spent in the throne room. He was always staring at the door, waiting for the same boring pointless people to come in with their same boring pointless demands.

It had been a bit more frantic since Virgil had disappeared along with his advisor, but with over a week of no new leads, no way to track down the missing Prince, things had settled back into routine, just coupled with a rising sense of uncertainty and dread.

Janus could barely even remember the last time he’d had a proper conversation with Virgil. They saw each other in meetings, Virgil quiet and nervous, out of place in a room full of adult royals, but that was about it.

He’d stopped by to congratulate the young Prince on achieving adulthood on his 18th birthday, as well as to praise Patton for his success, but that had been almost a year ago now, and they’d barely said a word to each other since.

Janus had never bothered to get to know the boy- too many bad memories, too much responsibility on top of the crown that had been thrust upon him after the death of the Queen.

He’d been given the throne to the kingdom he was never meant to rule, expected to ignore his own grief and confusion in favor of piecing things back together. He couldn’t raise a child on top of that.

Virgil had his mother’s mismatched eyes. Janus still couldn’t bring himself to look at the Prince without a simple glance being accompanied by waves of unwanted memories.

Patton had raised him well in place of any real family, and Janus had paid him enough to support the young advisor for decades.

And now both Virgil and Patton were gone, vanished without a trace in the middle of the night, and Janus didn’t know what to do.

Virgil was the only heir, set to be King in less than a year’s time now. The boy was a wreck. Anxious, timid, unprepared, and unsociable. So Janus had managed to push back the crowning until he was twenty, rather than eighteen like originally planned.

Patton had done his best, but he and Janus both knew that boy wasn’t fit to be King. Not yet, at least. Probably not for a long while.

But there was nothing Janus could do about that. He was never meant to be King, he was simply a placeholder until the late Queen’s son came of age.

He'd been able to keep Virgil from being crowned as an unprepared teenager like Janus had been, but he couldn't keep the crown off his head forever.

But now the late Queen’s son was gone, and Janus was still on the throne, his back still protesting the long, uneventful hours.

He’d been King for nearly a decade. He’d built his kingdom, built a reputation, placed his spies, made sure he had eyes and ears on every corner. The people knew him, respected him (more out of fear than anything, he suspected). The King was always the first to hear anything.

And yet there hadn’t been a word about the missing Prince. Nobody was sure when he left, if he was still in the city, if he’d left on a ship or was just hiding right under their noses. Nobody knew if he’d left willingly or if someone had stolen him.

It had been over a week, and still nothing.

Janus was pulled from his thoughts when the double doors at the end of the hall swung open without any warning or announcement, loud heels clicking against the floor, the guards startling to attention.

“Hell of a place you got here,” the intruder called, weaving around the two guards stationed at the door, expertly avoiding their grasps. “Did you decorate in puke yellow on purpose?”

Janus leaned forward, watching with his one good eye as the man pushed his way into the throne room, grinning as he surveyed the area, avoiding the apparently incompetent guards.

Janus raised a hand, stopping the rest of his men from rushing forward, weapons raised. The day had been never ending and dull, he might as well see how this played out.

Janus kept his eye on the intruder, eyebrow raised. “And who might you be?”

“That’s not important right now,” the man said, finally spinning around to face the throne. “What is important is… holy shit. What happened to your face? It looks like it was on fire and someone tried to put it out with a fork! Like, in a good way. It works.”

He sounded almost awestruck, staring shamelessly at the marred side of Janus’s face, and for the first time in years the King felt uneasy up on his throne, tensing under the gaze.

Nobody looked at his scar. It was common courtesy to pretend it wasn’t there, an unspoken agreement among the people.

“Tell me who you are and what you want before I have you arrested.”

The man gave a dramatic, woeful sigh, crossing his arms over his chest. “You have a kid, yeah? Short, big mop of black hair, crown prince and heir to the throne of Naither?”

That piqued Janus’s interest much more than the bizarre show the nameless man seemed intent on putting on. “My nephew is the heir, and the city is aware there is a reward for his return. If you have information you should have scheduled an appointment.”

“Appointments aren’t really my thing,” he said, looking up with a bright, crooked grin, one hand moving up to brush over his mustache. “The point is, I know where your kid is.”

“Wonderful,” Janus said. “Where?”

The man merely shrugged. “That depends. How much are you paying?”

He kept his voice disinterested and bored, picking at chipped, painted nails. Well, two could play that game.

Janus leaned back in the throne and examined his gloves, black and gold rings glittering in what little sunlight managed to filter in. He saw the man’s gaze fall on the jewels, his eyes brightening hungrily. “I’m sure we could get you a handsome reward for helping to bring the Prince home. If your information is authentic.”

“Well I’m not offering information,” he said, tilting his head to look at Janus. “I’m offering to collect him myself. There are very few people you could trust with the job, you know. You can’t just pick up any rando’ off the streets.”

“I have plenty of people who are more than capable of bringing the heir back home. You’re expecting me to entrust his return to a stranger?”

The man shrugged again. “I won’t share the information with just anyone.”

“You’ll share the information if there’s a knife to your throat.”

The man actually grinned at that, brown eyes brightening dangerously. There was a scar across the left side of his face, that eye a bit glossy, parallel to Janus’s own injury. “Any fool willing to attack the ship he’s on will die. I can guarantee that. Except myself, of course!”

“Is that so?” Janus drawled. “Care to explain why?”

Remus hummed, rocking forward onto the balls of his feet, smug grin only growing. “You’ve not heard of the Calypso? She’s mighty notorious, especially about these parts. And I’d simply not let anyone near her. There’s precious cargo on that ship, you know.”

Janus had heard of the ship, but only vaguely. He tended to ignore rumors of pirates, busying himself with more important things than following those stories. Especially when such stories didn’t often involve the land he was ruling.

Well, he couldn’t exactly ignore the pirates when they were kidnapping the kingdom’s only heir, could he?

“How do I know you’re right about Virgil being aboard?”

“Why, I have written proof from the Captain, of course!” The man bounced a bit on the balls of his feet, leaning forward. “He’s been on board for… nearly two weeks now? They’ll stop in Gladena in about a day's time, and from there be off to Deigh. You can check any record you please, the first mate is absolutely meticulous about it all.”

Janus drummed his fingers along the throne, studying the intruder carefully. He should have this man arrested for daring to barge into the throne room, whether he was telling the truth or not.

He could send someone he trusted after Virgil, but… the Prince and his advisor would be on the lookout for someone they recognized. And despite himself, Janus was achingly curious. "And how long would it take you to get my heir back to me?"

“Well, considering it took the Captain two weeks to get to Gladena,” the man mused, dropping his arms to fold his hands behind his back, swaying slightly. “I could cut them off at Deigh and be back in less than two months.”

It wasn’t… ideal. The kingdom needed it’s Prince back as soon as possible, especially when he was so close to taking the throne. Janus couldn’t keep the fear and uncertainty at bay forever.

But Deigh was a decent way away. Assuming this man would actually do what he said he would, two months was the best they could hope for. It wasn’t a bad offer.

“Very well,” Janus relented with a heavy sigh. “Every day over two months you’re gone, I reduce your pay. I expect Virgil to be returned unharmed.”

“Yeah, yeah. You’re no fun.”

“And I’ll need your name,” Janus said. “I’d like to know who I’m trusting my nephew’s safe return with.”

The man brightened, toothy grin spreading across his face as he put a hand to his chest and bent forward in a mock bow.

“Remus of Lucoria. At your service, your majesty.”

Janus sighed, and some of the guards at the foot of the throne shifted anxiously, no doubt waiting for the order to attack.

As it turned out, there was one pirate Janus couldn’t ignore the rumors about. No one could, with how they seemed to spread with viscosity like no other.

“Ah,” Janus said. He wondered briefly how Remus had managed to dock without word getting to the King, making a mental note to fire his head naval officer. “Wonderful.”

“There we go.” Remus straightened, his grin never faltering. “Now you know who you’re dealing with.”

“And now I trust you to deliver Virgil safely even less.”

“Oh come off it,” Remus said, rolling his eyes. “It’s not like I’m incompetent.”

“You do have a reputation,” Janus pointed out. “And I’d like my nephew back. Not his corpse.”

“I’m ruthless, not stupid. He’ll be alive.”

“He needs to be unharmed.”

“Unharmed is… such a big request these days,” Remus said, turning back to examining his nails. “Should I kiss his booboo if he gets a splinter?”

Janus set his jaw, staring down at Remus from his vantage point up on the throne. He couldn’t remember the last time someone had talked back to him like this, especially in his own throne room. “You should deliver the Crown Prince without injuring him. He’s royalty.”

“Yes, and as am I,” Remus said. “He’s not special.”

“You’re not royalty anymore.”

Remus rolled his eyes once again, turning back to Janus with a smile. “It’s a mindset.”

“Of course it is,” Janus drawled, leaning forward in his throne. “Royalty is power. If I wanted you dead today, your head would be at my feet in seconds.”

Remus laughed then, the sound short and humorless. “I had no problem getting in here, did I? If I wanted you dead today, you would be.”

“Not if you wanted to escape with your life,” Janus said. “But you’re welcome to try.”

“I did say if, sweetheart. I’m not here for that today.”

“Good,” Janus said, keeping his voice cold and sharp. “I still need the Prince back in one piece.”

“Yeah yeah,” Remus agreed, waving him off. “I heard you.”

“Completely unharmed, Remus.”

“Yes,” Remus growled. “I heard you. I’ll kiss all his booboos.”

“Good,” the King said again. “And I trust you’re aware of the reward for Virgil’s return?”

“Oh, I am,” Remus said. “And it’s not enough. I want 3,000. To start.”

Janus scoffed, raising an eyebrow. “To start, huh?”

“I’ve got to be compensated for my time, don’t I?”

“Sure,” Janus agreed. “But I’ll remind you I do have an army at my disposal. I don’t need you for one job. You’ve given me all the information I need to send my own men.”

“The Calypso’s Captain won’t let him go so easily,” Remus said. “And much less to anyone but me. So either I go get him, or he makes it to Deigh and is never heard from again. Your choice.” He said with another infuriating shrug.

There were countless eyes on Janus, the guards watching and waiting, ready to move at the King’s word. Remus was smiling, smug and knowing, and Janus took a steadying, resigned breath.

“Fine,” Janus relented. “I’ll give you 1,500 before you depart, and 1,500 when you return with Virgil.”

“Plus the pre-existing reward.”

The King sighed. He’d pay just about anything to get Remus out of his castle. “Fine. 3,000 on top of the reward.”

Remus smiled again, giving one more fake, flashy bow before sending the King a wink Janus would have anyone else killed for.

He started towards the double doors before pausing and turning back to the King. “How ‘bout a kiss, too?”

“Get out of my throne room.”

Remus cackled, striding past the bewildered guards and pushing past the double doors, the clicking of his heels echoing against the walls. He disappeared and the doors closed behind him, leaving Janus perched on his throne in silence like nothing had even happened.

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[jadedxrealityw]

-Cold- Loki Laufeyson x Female Reader

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   Kody: First Loki imagine, let’s do this. DISCLAIMER. MOST OF THE DIALOGUE FROM THE CANONICAL CHARACTERS IS TAKEN DIRECTLY FROM THE MOVIE TO MAKE IT MORE REALISTIC. YOU CAN TELL WHICH PARTS I WROTE AND DIDN’T WRITE. OKAY? okayyyy

   Movie/Show: Thor: Ragnarok- but you somehow know strange. Don’t question me lmao. 

   Summary: while staying with Dr. Strange for a bit, you end up meeting your old friend again, Thor. What you don’t expect is too meet with his adopted brother Loki. Who turns out to be your perfect match (Vague for reasons)

   Possible Triggers / Warnings: Very long story, Slowburn, Steven and Tony being a dad, cursing, Val being kinda great

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   sometimes being stuck in the avengers base was.....stressful. with Vision being like a newborn baby around everything, you constantly had to help him understand certain things. Like a microwave or a stove since he wanted to learn how to cook for Wanda. Kinda cute actually. 

   you could hear Natasha cry at night about Bruce vanishing during the battle against Ultron. You tried to comfort hr once or twice, but she was adamant about handling it on her own. You wish you could have helped more. It’s not like you could hug her without layers of clothing covering almost every inch of your skin.

   oh yeah, the whole reason you were even there is because Tony Stark had found you with Wanda and Pietro. You were slightly different from them, no telekinesis, telepathy, or enhanced agility and reflexes. Your mercular DNA was ripped apart then put back together with enhancements, unique ones. 

   your body was now able to freeze anything with just a touch and manipulate it, but with all powers. There were side effects. You couldn’t touch anyone without giving them frostbite. Your powers were too much for you too handle so your body was constantly below freezing. 

   it was terrible. You had lived so long without the feeling of another's skin on yours. You could never, hug, hold someone's hand, kiss, do....that. You were condemned to a life of touch starvation. It sucked, but you still kept a smile on your face. 

   during a errand run in new york you had met Steven Strange. You had recognized him from his work as a doctor and gave him your condolences for his accident. He seemed to take some sort of interest in you, which you later figured out that he knew you had your ‘enhancements’ from the news. 

   he explained to you that with his help he may be able to train you to keep your body temperature at a normal human one. You were a bit off put by his offer and he gave you a simple address in case you changed your mind and with that. You left. 

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   a month later

   “Tony it’s just for a little while-”

   “No! your running off with some rando voodoo doctor who could kill you and steal your kidneys!”

   your face twinges a bit in confusion. You had told everyone that you’d be leaving for awhile and they all wished you luck on your solo adventure. You had also decided to wait till the actual day you were leaving to tell Tony. He was a tad overprotective of you when it came to strangers. 

  “He’s not going to steal my kidneys- Tony my car is waiting i have to go” you say as you pick up the bag you had dropped on the floor as the whole ordeal again. “Didn’t know you had such little trust in me” he exhales deeply, pressing a finger to his temple in visible frustration. 

   “I do trust you. I don’t trust the world outside of these walls” Tony admits. you will confess, you liked his weird fatherly side. “Well- the world as you call it can freeze if they touch me. You have to let me do things on my own Tony” you give him a half smile. 

   Tony expression turns into his thinking one, which is either a good or a very bad thing. He digs into his pocket and pulls out what looks like a jewelry box “Are you trying to bribe me with diamond earrings?” you ask, slightly unimpressed with him. 

   he rolls his eyes and lifts the lid. You see a silver necklace with a star pendant. You could faintly see a small blue crystal in the middle. It reminded you of his reactor, Clever. It was still technically a bribe, but it was indeed a beautiful necklace.

   “No. I made this about a month ago and could never think of the right time. It’s a necklace with a beacon. If you need help press the blue button under the silver lid and i’ll come get and save you. Like always” Tony finishes his sentence off with a smirk, which makes you chuckle. 

   you reach and grab the box with your gloved hand “Thank you, Tony” you say and pull the necklace out the box. You undo the clasp and wrap it around your neck, clasping it back. Tony gives you his proud dad smile and pats your shoulder “If this witch man is able to help you. I get to be your first hug”

   you break out into laughter, nodding “Of course” you say and he chuckles along with you. You hear a honk from outside “I’m coming. Chill out Happy!” you shout. Tony gulps and waves you off “Go ahead, i’m not keeping you any longer.” he says. 

   smiling, you sling the bag over your shoulder and nod at him “I’ll see you soon Tony” you say and turn around, heading out the door and towards the car waiting outside. Happy rolled down the window, same unhappy expression on his face “what took you so long!”

   rolling your eyes, you open the passenger door and throw your bag on the car floor before hoping in. “You know Tony, stubborn as ever” you reply, closing the door. Happy replies with a small hum before starting up the car. You pull out the card with the address and hand it to Happy.

   Tony watched you walk out, his face dropping a bit “Come back home kiddo”

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   two weeks later

   in your short time with Strange he showed you the most incredible things that you never knew. It also hurt your brain to think about how big the multiverse really was, but Strange was able to explain it in simple terms. He had also given you a meditation regiment that you followed everyday.

   it was supposed to help you calm your mind enough that you could force your body to warm up. It hasn’t changed anything so far, but Strange said it was normal. While reading a novel across from Strange who was- looking out a window. “Great” he grumbles under his breath.

   you lower the book, sliding the juice bar stamp card you used as a bookmark between the pages. “Is something wrong?” you ask, tilting your head. Strange’s eyebrows furrow “Someone who isn’t supposed to be here. Is here. Along with his slightly intelligent brother”

   what- “I don’t follow?” you say as he makes his way downstairs. You quickly jump out the chair and go to follow him. In a quick movement his cloak unclipped from his body and stopped in front of you, blocking your movements “Um Strange?” you call out.

   he stops at the bottom of the stairs and turns his head to look at you “You stay here. If there is a fight it could be dangerous” he spoke. “I can help fight with my ability-” he holds up his hand, stopping you from talking. It reminded you of Tony a little bit. 

   “That is the exact reason you need to stay. Using your powers could throw off what you have worked for so far” he spoke. Sighing deeply, you nod “Okay, i’ll stay. I promise” you say to reassure him. Strange nods and his cloak returns to him, clipping back on. 

   “Thank you” he says and lifts his arms up, he starts performing what you assume is a spell while mumbling under his breath. It lasted a couple seconds before he walked off to the lower floor. You had to ask him how he did certain spells like that portal one, just to mess with Steve. 

   you heard your stomach grumble and sighed “Strange needs to invest in a fucking microwave. I want a hot pocket so bad” 

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   you guilt tripped wong into magic-ing a microwave in the sanctum. Poor dude, but hey- hot pocket. You also changed out of your pjs because wong said you were ‘lazy’ what a tool. You did anyway and ended up wearing a long sleeve black turtleneck, matching gloves with heather grey and white plaid pants. 

   As you took your last bite you heard talking, but not just Stranges voice, a deeper one. Sounded somewhat familiar, but you couldn’t quite recognize it fully. It came from downstairs. You look at the steps and bit your bottom lip, thinking. Strange told you to stay, but-

   screw it

   slowly you step down, making sure it didn’t creak too loud and alarm Strange to your presence. Once you made it all the way down the voices stopped. What the hell? Oh wait they were coming from the first floor now. Was Strange just teleporting throughout sanctum.

   yes

   the talking got louder and you peaked around the corner. First you spotted Strange, twisting a strange of hair in his hands? He ended up throwing it in the air and it created a portal. Okay then. Then when you looked beside him, you saw- no, it can’t be.

   “Thor?!”

   you ran down the stairs, tripping over your feet a bit. The god turned around and smiled upon seeing you “Lady Y/n! It has been quite some time. You have grown indeed!” he says. You nod, almost reaching out to hug him, but stopped. Thor noticed and gave you a sad smile.

   “I thought i told you to stay upstairs?” Strange spoke. You chuckle nervously and gesture to Thor “I haven’t seen him in a long time. I’m sorry” you say. Strange looks like he wants to stay mad at you but exhales deeply “Your forgiven, under the circumstances”

   you smile brightly. Strange was a pretty cool guy. You turn away from him and back at Thor “So, what’s going on? Why are you back on earth? What happened to figuring out your vision and going back to asgard?” you ask a multitude of questions. 

   Thor shakes his head “My witch of a brother has hidden my father on earth and i need to get him back. This wizard has offered me help in return that i take Loki back to asgard where he belongs.” Thor explains. You nod slowly, you had never met the god of mischief himself, only heard stories.

   “Loki is here?” you ask and gaze around the room. 

   you heard Strange gasp before lifting his arms “Oh yeah right” he swirls his hands as a portal forms on the ceiling. A distant scream was heard before a man with long black hair and a matching suit popped out and crashed onto the floor, Loki. 

   Loki slowly lifts his head, whipping his hair out of his face and propping himself up on his elbows “I have been falling, for thirty minutes!” he shouts. Damn- thirty minutes? “That’s cold Strange and that’s a lot coming from me” you say, making Thor snicker a bit. 

   “You can handle it from here?” Strange nods towards Thor who does the same, reaching over to shake his hand. “Thank you very much for your help” Loki lifts himself off the floor and turns to look a Strange, glaring daggers at him. “Handle me?” he snaps, venom lacing his tone.

   Oh! Look actual daggers. Oh wait- Loki came towards Strange and in an instant your eyes turned a bright white, no pupils and your skin turned an icy white, with the nose and tips of your ears and fingers a light blue. You stepped in front of strange as cold fog emitted from your hands. 

   you were breathing heavily which came out as fog as well. Thor had seen you like this before so this was pretty normal for him.  Strange stared at you for a moment, just blinking. He had seen this before- “Don’t touch the wizard” you breathed out. 

   Loki’s angered face turned into a smug look “And who do you think you are to challenge me, mortal?” he questions, drawing closer towards you. Before any harm could be done to either of you, Thor stepped between, looking at his brother “Brother, you will not harm Lady Y/n. She is a friend”

   aw how sweet. Loki takes another look at you before his daggers retreat “Fine” he grumbles. Your skin turns back to its normal S/c and your pupils return “Thanks Thor” you say and he nods at you. Strange coughed before gesturing to the portal. 

   Thor exhales before smiling lightly “Right. Thank you so much for your help again and it was lovely to see you Lady Y/n” he spoke. You smile “Just Y/n is fine. I hope you find what your looking for” you spoke. You couldn’t imagine what you’d do if Tony went missing. Thor must have been going crazy.

   “You’ll have to tell me all about it once you get back Y/n” Strange spoke suddenly, making you turn your head to face him once again with a confused expression. “What are you talking about?” you ask. Thor steps beside you while Loki stood s a few feet behind both of you.

   “Oh you’ll be going along with them” Strange spoke casually as he began to make his way up the stairs. What the hell? “Um- why?! What about my regiment?” you question. Strange stops at the top of the stairs and faces the three of you, hands behind his back. 

   he studies your face, then Thor’s, then Loki. “Trust me” is all he says before disappearing into a portal of his own. You blinked mindlessly for a couple seconds “Uh-” “Lady Y/n- i mean just Y/n. I suppose you’ll be accompanying me and my brother. Once we return to asgard, will send you home.”

   you looked at Thor, thinking. Should you go? You had never been to another planet before, so you were completely unaware of what was too possibly happen. Even if you were afraid of the unknown, you could not pass up this opportunity “Let’s go”

   Thor pats your clothes back and smiles “Alright, into the mystic portal we go!” he cheers, making you chuckle. “Not only am i stuck with my oaf of a brother, but also some mortal quim” Loki snarls from behind you. Oh isn’t he a breath of fresh air “Yeah, cry about it antlers”

   yikes, you’ve been around tony too much. 

   Loki’s fist clench before all three of you walk through the portal.

   you all ended up in a grassy field. It was beautiful. The smell of the sea nearby filled your nose, causing a calm feeling to course through you. “I don’t see father” Thor spoke, looking around. You gaze about as well and spot a man at the edge of the field. 

   placing a glove hand on Thor, you tap him. The god looks at you as you point at Odin. Thor sighs deeply “Let’s go Loki” he spoke and waved for this brother to follow. You stayed put as Loki passed you, his arm grazing yours for a moment. There is like so much field to walk around you, but okay-

   You turn around and began to walk in the other direction, giving them some space. It wasn’t your business to put yourself into their family drama. 

    ☼-☪-☼

   You walk mindlessly for a couple minutes, making sure to stay relatively close to the brothers and his father. You stop and look at them for a moment just as Odin had turned to a fine gold powder/dust and blew away into the sky. Oh no- Odin, he’s dead. 

   just before you could even think another thought the sky began to crack in thunder. From the distance you were at you could Thor’s fingers spark up as he turned towards Loki. Oh god he’s going to kill him. Your previous thoughts of not getting involved were thrown out as you began to run towards them.

   you couldn’t let Thor hurt his brother, he would surely regret it later. A green energy ball formed couple feet in front of you, stopping you from running towards the brothers. You had stopped your feet so harshly it caused you to fall back onto your butt.

   the green energy grew bigger as the brother began to draw close to it. A flash of thunder changed Thor’s clothes into his original asgardian armor and Loki used to Magic to change his to a green leather outfit. Seemed very Loki-ish. The energy stopped forming and you were sure that Thor or Loki couldn’t see you. 

   just as fast as the green energy appeared, it vanished to reveal the back of a women, she had long black hair and a matching outfit. Who was this? That didn’t matter right now considering Thor look liked he was ready to fight which means that you had to be. 

   “So he’s gone?” the woman spoke, referring to Odin you presumed. She gazes around for a moment before looking back at the boys “Such a shame, i would have liked to have seen that” she said. Oh- well that’s just rude. “You must be Hela” Thor spoke. So that was her name.

   “I’m Thor, son of odin” he continued. He just had to introduce himself right now? How formal of him. You slowly began to stand up. This woman had not noticed you, which means you had the upper hand. “Really?” she asked, a amused tone present within her voice.

   “You don’t look like him” Hela adds. you thought Thor looked like Odin- just a tad. Why are you thinking about this right now. “Perhaps we can come to an arrangement?” Loki spoke. Well at least Thor isn’t trying to kill Loki right now. Now that you think about it Hela and Loki kind of looked alike. 

   Hela lifts her arm a bit to pint at Loki, before dropping it to her side a second later “You sound like him” she says before taking a step closer “Kneel” she commands. “Beg your pardon?” Loki leans forward as if he had not heard what he had just said. Uh oh. 

   Hela’s arm twist, a long blade forming in her hand. “Kneel...before your queen” she repeats once more. Queen?!. You take a deep breath, pupils disappearing, skin turning white and blue, and fog emitting from your hands. Let’s do this. Thor takes a step forward, gazing at you for only a second “I don’t think so”

   Loki took a glance at Thor. You both knew what the god of thunder was about to do. Thor lifts his arm and throws his hammer at Hela, but- she caught it. She caught Thor’s hammer?! Oh shit. Both Loki and Thor’s face turn into a grim and confused one. 

   “It’s..not possible” Thor spoke in disbelief. “Darling, you have no idea what’s possible” Hela spoke before squeezing her hand around Mjollnir. She was crushing the hammer. In a split second a burst of electricity and wind was sent everywhere. 

   you lift your arm and cover your face to protect your eyes. Once it died down you move your arm and saw Thor’s hammer in pieces on the grass. What was she? Who was she? Hela lifted her arms to her head and slid them back along the base of her skull, forming a large spiked crown. 

   she repeated her hand movements from earlier except with both her arms. Two blades in each hand. You had to move now. You close your palms together and pull them apart, an ice spear forming in between. You ran up to her and jumped in the air to get a higher advantage. 

   “Y/n, no!” Thor shouts as he runs up to Hela as well. Loki looks up in the sky and shouts “Bring us back!” Hela turns around quickly and spots you running towards her. Just as you were about to land on her, she grabs your neck. “Now who are you?” she asked. but you didn’t answer. 

   instead you rip a glove off one of your hands and press it to her face. Hela screams in agony and throws you towards Thor. You landed on him with hard thud. That’s going to hurt in the morning. Suddenly a portal formed around all three of you and sent you into the sky. It was the same one Thor usually left on. 

   Your body felt weird all over like you were about to vomit or pass out- maybe both. You looked up and saw Thor a few feet up above you and you assumed Loki was under you. Thor looks down at you, then Loki “Loki!” he shouts and the black haired god looks under him, you so as well. 

   Hela was just behind you all “She wasn’t even in the portals range!” you shout, earning now answer from either brothers. Lok reaches into his sleeve and pulls out a small blade. He lifts his arm and chucks it at her, but she dodges it easily and sends it flying back towards Loki.

   Loki had another blade in hand and used that one to dodge the other hela threw at him, but it sent him flying out the portal “Y/n! follow loki! I’ll find you both. I promise!” Thor shouts and without a second thought you use your spear to stab into the portal and push yourself out. 

   sometimes you wished you thought about things first. 

    ☼-☪-☼

   your head was throbbing and aching in the worst way possible, like you had crashed into a wall. Your eyes slowly open and you see a regular sky with purple portals spread throughout it- okay maybe not so normal. “Hands off of me you mewling quim!” you know that complaining tone from anywhere. 

   you push yourself off the ground, using some random junk metal to lean on. Looking around you would think you were in some junk yard. No time to wonder where you were because you had a god to help. You push things out your way before you spot what looked like scavengers, mostly wearing masks.

   they were holding onto Loki’s arms. Couldn’t he just use his magic? Guess not. Anyway, you jump down from the ledge your on, catching most of their attention “We just got on this planet and your already pissing the natives off?” you question Loki.

   he narrows his blue eyes at you as he struggles against the people holding his arms “Get on with it!” he shouts at you. No please? Whatever. You activate your powers, slowly pulling the other glove off of your hand “Hand over the god will you?” 

   “You’ll have to get through all of us!” one man shouts. They hold up their weapons at you making you sigh “Alright, have it your way” you shrug, flicking your hand, a dark blue blade with a silver handle forming in the palm of your hand. 

   the scavengers ran towards you. One swung a club at you, but you caught his arm in your hand. The man screams in agony as his whole arm turns black with frostbite. You take that opportunity to slice his now very crunchy arm off. Then it’s kind of a rinse and repeat for the rest of them until one is left. 

   The man lets go of Loki and begins to run away. Good choice. Loki drops to the ground, trying to catch his breath “Why did you follow me?” Loki asked suddenly. You look down at him and shrug “Thor asked me to in the portal. He said he’d come find us” you explain.

    you pull out the extra pair of gloves from your back pocket and slipped them on. They were a plain black leather pair. Once they were on, you hold out your hand for him to take. Loki takes one look at your hand and scoffs before standing up himself. Rude. 

   “If my brother went off to fight Hela alone. He’s most likely dead already” Loki says curtly as he dusts off his outfit. Your eyes widen a bit. Thor wasn’t dead, he couldn’t be. “Who is she anyway?” you ask. Loki’s jaw locks, glancing at the ground before you 

   “Our sister”

   your E/c eyes went wider this time. Since when did Thor have a sister? Was she adopted too? She claery had a disdain for her father just as much as Loki did. Maybe Thor was the one who was actually adopted. “Oh- wow” you comment.

   “Enough about my family. I have to figure out what planet i’m on” Loki interjects as he begins to walk away “Hey! Whether you like it or not we’re in this together, I could have left your ass to die, remember that!” you shout at him. His walking stops and he faces you once more- oh shit. 

   he steps towards you and you back up until a piece of debris. Loki stops inches from your face, his hand reaching up to your neck to hold it in his hand “Don’t assume for a moment that you and i are some sort of friends like you are with my brother” he speaks lowly. 

   you glare right back at him “Let go of me before i put a icicle through your eye” you snarl at him. A small smirk forms on his face “You put up this illusion that you are as tough as nails, but i can see right through you. Your just as broken as the rest of us. Let’s explore that shall we?”

   Loki reaches up and places his hand on your forehead. 

    ☼-☪-☼

  two years ago

   Loki opened his eyes and looked around the room. Where was he? He was in the darkest memories of your mind.  “Put her in the chamber” Strucker spoke as three men went over to grab a pale woman on the floor. You. You were wearing a hospital gown and your hair was overgrown. 

   you flaid, kicked, and screamed “Please! No! i’ll try harder i swear! Please!” when you had first developed your powers and the doctors realized they couldn’t touch you Strucker thought you had been doing it on purpose. So mean with full body suits would put you in a heat chamber. 

   the intense heat had a even stronger effect on you because of your unique enhancement. Strucker opens the door as the three men throw you in. You land on the ground with a hard thud and stand up quickly, running towards the door but it had already shut. 

   Strucker stands outside the glass window that showed you inside and looked towards a woman sitting at the desk “Turn it on, the highest it can go” he spoke and she nods, pressing a green button before pushing a dial up. Loki looks confused for a moment as he stands beside strucker. 

   the room starts to heat up and you fall to the ground your tears sizzling as they ran down your face. At the moment Loki took a step back. Heat exhaustion. A form of torture he knew all to well. something he hoped to never witness again. You let out screams of agony until you eventually passed out.

   back in 2012 when earth was attack by Loki he was under the control of Thanos who had kidnapped him and tortured him with the same methods because of his Jotun side. It worked nonetheless and he was under Thanos’s control. 

    ☼-☪-☼

   Loki opened his eyes and snatched his hand away from your head. You slid down against the debris until you hit the ground with a small thud. He had made you relive your worst fears like it had just happened only moments ago. How could he do such a thing. 

   “I’m so-” before Loki could say another word he felt something bite at his neck. He hissed and reached for his neck and felt something cold and metallic. He tried to tug it off, but instead got harsh bursts of electricity shot through his body over and over again. 

   he fell to the ground, shaking violently, turning his head he saw you. You were holding your face, still shaken up. Loki watched as someone came up to you and hit you with a blunt object, knocking you out cold. Loki reached his hand out to you, but it seemed his body gave up on him and he passed out.

    ☼-☪-☼

   Loki awoke with the sound of people talking around him. He went to move his arms first but they were chained behind his back “Oh look he’s awake good! Hello! I’m the grandmaster, ruler of Sakaar.” a man with blue strips on his face spoke and a robe type outfit. 

   “May i ask why i’m in chains?” Loki questions with his usual ‘i could kill all of you’ smirk. The grandmaster shrugs his shoulders “Had to make sure you and your friend weren’t hostile. It’s only temporary of course” He says. Friend? Who was he talking about? Y/n.

   Loki looked around instantly, trying to find you of course “Oh yes, she’s currently in the infirmary Our scraper hit her a bit too hard. Anyway, whats your name?” the grandmaster asked, gesturing to the scraper next to him. Some random girl with light brown skin and white markings over her face.

   he would kill her later.

   “Loki of asgard, god of mischief” he spoke, giving his best presentable grin. The grandmaster laughs. Rude “God of mischief, how spooky. Tell me god of pranks, did you fight on asgard?” he questions. Loki raises a brow. What was this man playing at?

   “i was used for my intelligence more then my strength. Battle plans, strategies, political consultant and such” Loki explains, slightly lying out of his ass. the grandmaster looked impressed, at least that’s what Loki thought. How would we get out of this one? 

   “Hm. Well- you will be spared from fighting in the contest of champions as well as your lady friend. As long as you swear your undying loyalty to me and my planet” The Grandmaster stands up from his chair and walks to Loki. He waves his hand at one of the guards.

   the guard beside Loki reached down to uncuff his hands and took off his neck chip. Loki shrugged them off before standing up, rubbing his wrists. The Grandmaster stood in front of him with his hand out. Loki gave him a grin and grabbed his hand, shaking it “I swear” he spoke. 

  the Grandmaster smile before his eyes trail him up and down “How bout we get you into some yellow. green’s a bit tacky”

   “Pardon?”

    ☼-☪-☼

   later that night

   a guard escorted Loki to his accommodations in his new green and yellow suit. “Green is not tacky, it’s a very classy color. What a moron” he grumbles under his breath. Once the door open, he stepped inside and looked around. (similar to Hulks, but dark green and white)

   it’ll do for now. He only got to take one step before he was pushed against a wall, something cold and sharp jabbed at the side of his neck, pressing firmly but not enough to break skin “Oh- it’s just you” a voice spoke. Yours. Loki looked down at you. 

   your head had a bandage around it and your top was missing leaving you in a black sports bra and your plaid pants from earlier. loki couldn’t help but notice your delectable figure, making him breath heavily “Eyes up here you son of a bitch” you snap, pressing the icicle further in his neck.

   Loki looked at your face and notice a bruise forming on your jaw. It made him....angry to say the least, but he couldn’t understand why. “Would you kindly get that out of my face. I just saved us” he says. You give him a ‘what’ face and slowly remove the icicle, your body turning back to normal once again. 

   “How?” you question, walking towards the bed in the center of the room, Loki following “I have made good with Grandmaster so he wont make us compete in some barbaric tournament” he spoke, boosting his own ego really You roll your eyes and take a seat on the bed “How does that help us, were still stuck here”

   Loki scoffs “I just made sure you weren’t going to be killed. You could at least say thank you” you felt a anger boiling within you “Thank you?! You want me to say thank you?! Remember we aren’t friends. I should have stayed with Thor, but for some reason i cant comprehend, he still cares about you”

   Loki felt his chest tighten a bit at your words about his brother. You were right. No matter how much he betrayed Thor he would always be at his side to fight alongside him, but he never admitted it. “I should have used my necklace. I should have never left the base” you thought aloud

   the god looked puzzled “What necklace?” you look at him for a moment then at the ceiling “Tony gave me this necklace with a beacon. I had forgotten all about it until some bitch nurse took it away because it wasn’t aloud. I tried to get it back, but she pushed me into a wall” you replied. 

   Loki looked around the room once more and spotted a conjoining room, before he could say anything you stood up, grabbing your shirt and all of your dignity along with you “Goodnight’ you spoke before walking into said room and slamming the door shut. 

   this was going to suck

    ☼-☪-☼

   ‘Put her in the chamber!’

   no please..

   ‘Your worthless!’

    no i’m not

   you sat up in a cold sweat, more literally then normal. You looked around the room and noticed a cold fog. Turning your head, you look out the window. Pitch black. If you squint hard enough you could see your reflection. Yep white skin You change yourself back.

   the door burst open and standing in the doorway is Loki, hair no longer slicked back but disheveled and wearing a simple black shirt and matching pants. he had daggers in his hands, looking ready for a fight “What are you doing?” you ask.

   Loki looks confused “Why did you scream? I thought you were being attacked” he spoke, annoyance in his voice. You narrow your eyes and turn to your side, facing away from him “Get out” you spoke, not really wanting to see his face. He had no right to ask that. 

   “Pardon-”

   “I said get the hell out!” 

       ☼-☪-☼

   three days later

   you never left the room. To the Grandmaster, you were Loki’s property so he didn’t really care much. The servants came and brought you breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Some brought you books to read and others didn’t. You had also been avoiding the god himself. 

   he had tried starting a conversation with you once or twice, but it never really went to his plan. Mostly ending up with you threatening to kill him or you telling him off. Loki was stain in your life all you wanted was to be rid off him and go back home. 

   you had just wrapped a towel around your body, hair dripping from being in the bath. As you went to open the door the god was standing just outside the door, holding a towel in his hand. His blue eyes trailed up and down your body. You pushed past him and walked into your room, shutting the door.

   Loki felt his body tingle in way it hadn’t before. He exhaled deeply before walking into the bathroom and shutting the door 

    ☼-☪-☼

   later that night (again)

   you sat up screaming bloody murder as you gripped your head. Instead of nightmare you had a nighterror instead. Your body was thrashing around like someone was attacking, but no one was. Just like last time Loki opened your door, almost breaking it off the hinges.

   he looked at your state and practically jumped on your bed. His face made him looked..worried? You back away instinctively “No you can’t touch-” Loki cuts you off by wrapping his arms around you, pulling you into his chest. How- how was this happening. You couldn’t touch anyone before, why now?”

   you didn’t notice the cold tears running down your face as Loki rubbed your back in soothing circles “How is this possible? I thought that-” “You can’t touch anyone because of your ability, but...what a i am, what i really am makes me immune to the cold in any form” he explains. 

   so this is what another's skin felt like. Soft, a little different from yours. You pull away a bit and began to touch different parts of his face. You run a finger along the side of his face, making him inhale sharply “what’re doing?” he asked in a low tone. 

   “I have never touched another person with my bare hand. Im curious” you say. Loki sighs and lets you continue your weird- whatever this could be called. After a couple minutes you let go of him, wiping your face “Your still a dick for what you did” you say. 

   Loki sighs, nodding his head ‘I’ve been told, by multiple people. I hope this makes up for it just a little” he says. Hope? You nod once “Yeah, your getting there. Now out antlers i have to sleep” you say, a grin forming on your face. Loki grumbles “That’s just rude”

       ☼-☪-☼

   two weeks later

   “I don’t even like parties” you spoke, looking at the words in your book. “You’ve been cooped up in this room for two whole weeks. You need to try and have some fun” Loki insisted. You look up and him and sighed, damn god. “fine, but no promises i’ll be having any fun. I also have nothing to wear”

   Loki’s smile turned into a grin “stand up” he instructs. You roll your eyes and place the novel down before standing up from your seat “You better not do anything mischievous Loki” you say and he shrugs his shoulders. In a split second your hair was done and your outfit had changed. 

   the top part of the dress was a blue and a tad bronze lined leather that connected with some icy blue tool that made the bottom part. You looked, beautiful. “This doesn’t look like Sakaar attire?” you question, looking from the dress to him. Loki nods once, stepping towards you. 

   “That’s because it isn’t. It’s a tradition asgardian dress” he explains. You hummed in response “Really? I don’t think i do it much justice then” you spoke with a small laugh, turning around to face the large decorative mirror that was behind you. 

   you look at yourself in the dress, touching your face and squeezing your waist a bit. as you do so, Loki walks forward and stops a couple inches behind you. he leans down so his chin his hovering over your shoulder. You could feel his breath on your neck “I think you look lovely. Now, shall we?”

    ☼-☪-☼

   it was a couple hours into the party and Loki was chatting it up with some people. Telling them life stories that he clearly altered to be in his favor while you sat beside him, silent. “And in that moment, i let go” the people around you laughed while you rolled your eyes. 

   “Y/n!”

   “Loki!”

   you and Loki both turn your heads to the right at the sound of your names being called. Oh my gods. Thor?! You stood up quickly, Loki following you hesitantly “Excuse me for a second”. “Loki, over here!” Thor yells again, catching the attention of a few people. 

   Loki stood in front of his brother while you were beside Thor in the chair “Shh, Shh. Shut up!” Loki snapped in a hushed tone. “What?” Thor replied in the same hushed tone. “Your alive?” Loki looks his brother up and down while Thor just looked confused “Ah yes of course i’m alive!” 

   “What’re you doing here?” Loki questions. “What do you mean ‘what am i doing?’ I’m stuck in this stupid chair! Where’s your chair!?” Thor asked, making you stifle a chuckle. “We didn’t get a chair” Loki says, waving his hand towards you. 

   Thor glances at you for a moment and you give hima half smile before he turns back to his brother. “Well get me out of this one” Thor commands, struggling against the metal clasps that held his arms in place. “I can’t” Loki replies. What? Why couldn’t he help him?

   “Get me out!”

   “I can’t”

   “What?”

   Loki points into a random direction “I made friends with this man. he’s called the Grandmaster-” he explains. Oh yeah- the whole loyalty thing. Thor shakes his head “What’re you crazy?!” Thor accuses. You asked yourself that sometimes. “-I’ve gained his favor. The bifrost spat me out here weeks ago”

   “He thinks i’m Loki’s property, so yeah your right. Crazy”

   where has Thor been these past two and a half weeks? Thor looked extremely confused now “Weeks ago?! I- i just got here” he tries to say. You look up and see the face of the Grandmaster across from you “Oh shit!” you jump, holding onto the glass in your hand. 

   “What’re we whispering about?” he says with that creepy guard lady behind him, holding the melt stick as he called it. Thor jumps up at the sound of his voice ‘Uh Ah!” he shouts while Loki grabs your arm and pulls you a few steps back from Thor along with him. 

   “Time works real different around these parts” He starts, turning the records on his dj table? I don’t know. “On any other world i’d be like millions and millions  years old, but here on Sakaar” he finished explaining then just smiled expectantly like he was waiting for someone to say something. 

   you felt Loki tighten his grip on your arm a bit. What’s got him so tense? Loki opened his mouth to speak, but closed it right after. the Grandmaster waves his hand “In any case you know this uh- this uh. What do you call yourself? Lord of thunder?”

   “God of thunder” you and Thor say at the same time. Thor nods towards the Grandmaster “Tell him” he says to Loki. the black haired god begins to laugh nervously “i’ve never met this man in my life” he says, pointing to Thor for a brief moment “Loki!” you say, hitting his shoulder. What a dick. 

   Loki looked at you with a ‘what’ face. “He’s my brother!”Thor growls, mostly upset because of Loki. “Adopted” Loki interjects, making you hit him again. The Grandmaster looks up for a moment “Is he any kind of a fighter?” he asked. It’s Thor- duh. 

   Thor begins to laugh irritably “You take this thing out of my neck and i’ll show you” he threatens. You sigh deeply. Men am i right. The Grandmaster laughs along with him “Oh look at that he’s threatening me” he coos like Thor was some sort of baby. 

   “Hey sparkles-” the Grandmaster starts, making thor struggles against the chair once more “-you want to get back to ass..place. Ass berg-” he says. Oh he did not just say that. “Asgard!” You and Thor shout in unison. Loki gives you another look “Oh shut up your not helping, Loki”

   “-any contender who defeats my champion there freedom they shall win” you had heard about the Grandmaster’s contender =, but had never saw him. He was supposedly undefeated, but this is Thor were talking about here. “Fine! Then point me in the direction to whoever's ass i have to kick!”

   the Grandmaster smile and waves his fingers at Thor “That’s what i call contender” he says excitedly before lifting up this remot like object “The direction that would be in this way lord” he presses a button and Thor’s chair begins to move away. 

   “Loki!” Thor shouts. You pull yourself out of Loki’s grip and lift the bottom of your dress off the floor so you could run up to the chair. You face Thor and smile “I’m going to get you out okay?” you say before two guards grab both of your arms. Damn- they had gloves on. 

   “Remove your arms from Lady Y/n you buffoons!” Thor shouts before he disappears around the corner. You struggle against there grip for a second before managing to rip your arm from one of them. Your skin turned it’s icy white and blue and your pupils vanished. 

   just as you formed a icicle, someone grabbed your arm. You looked at who it was and saw Loki. “Think for a moment before you kill somebody. Now let’s go” he didn’t give a chance to reply before dragging you out the party hall. What a hypocrite honestly. He killed people all the time. 

       ☼-☪-☼

   “You are insufferable, you know that!” you shout as Loki closes the door to your shared room “I’m insufferable!? You almost got yourself killed and for what?!” Loki shouts back. “To tell Thor that everything was going to work out. All you did was make it worse Loki. That’s all you ever seem to do!”

   Loki’s jaw clenched, his hands tightening into a fist “Don’t talk as if you know me!” he snaps at you. Loki walks up to you and pushes you up against the wall, his hand grabbed both of yours and held them over your head. Kinky- not now, just not now. 

    “Oh screw you and your I’m misunderstood bullshit! You left Thor hanging out to dry again and in the end of it all he still called out for your name! You know one day Thor is going to give up on you and your going to wish you had at least tried to be a good brother”

   Loki was breathing heavily as his blue eyes bore deep within your very soul. He looked at your face, studying every inch you had to offer. In a quick motions he dips down closer, his lips centimeters away from yours. Loki’s face scrunches up. He was debating in his hand. A battle in his own mind if you will. 

   he backs away from you, letting go off your hands “If you want to talk to my brother, follow me” he says and heads back towards the door. You felt almost disappointed that he didn’t keep going. Was that wrong? 

    ☼-☪-☼

   in the end you and Loki could not physically find away into the holding room that Thor and the other contenders were in, but Loki said he could create an illusion of you both to talk to him. As long as you got to see Thor “Ready?” Loki asked and you nodded once.  

   you only blink once and suddenly your in this brown, dirty, circular shaped room. What a mess. “Odin-” you heard someone speak dn turned to your left to see Thor. He was kneeling over some homemade shrine.  “I bid you take your place in the halls of Valhalla-” he spoke. 

   it was probably a some sort of prayer they used after a loved one has died. “- Where the brave shall live forever. Where thine enemies have been vanquished, Nor shall we mourn but rejoice” this what heartbreaking to hear honestly. Thor was always the toughest guy you knew and now you were witnessing this.

   everyone has feelings though. Even witches like Loki

   “For those who have died The glorious death” Loki chimed in with Thor. The god of thunder turns around and sits against the wall “Lady Y/n” he nods towards you. You give him a small smile “Hey” you reply. “Hurts doesn’t it, being lied too?” Loki started. Oh for fucks sake. 

   “Being told your one thing then learning it’s all a fiction” Thor looked at the ground before picking up a rock and tossing it in Loki’s direction. The rock went straight through Loki, making him chuckle lightly “I mean- you didn’t think i really come and see you did you? This place is disgusting” Loki gestures to the floor.

   you sigh deeply “There were guards outside- after my stunt at the party. i’m not allowed out anywhere without Loki” you explained “That’s quite alright lady Y/n. I understand. Those men didn’t hurt you, did they?” Thor asks, grabbing another rock from the floor. You shake your head “No, of course not”

   “Good” Thor replies, throwing the rock through Loki’s face “One less person i have to kill before we leave this place” he says. Still over protective of you. Some things never change though do they? “Does this mean you don’t want my help?” Loki asked, noticing how Thor only addressed you. 

   “where did you offer help in any of the words you just spoke?” You question. Loki didn’t reply to you though. Petty bitch. “I couldn’t jeopardize our-” “-Your, don’t pretend to care about lady Y/n” Thor interjected. Loki sighed before continuing. thor had clearly touched a nerve. 

   “our position with the Grandmaster. Took me time to win his trust. He's a          lunatic, but he can be amenable.” Loki replied. You shake your head “Is everyone amenable to you, Loki?” you ask, tilting your head to the side. Loki glances at you for a moment “No”

   Thor lifted another rock from the ground and threw it through Loki’s face “What I'm telling you is, you could join me at the Grandmaster's side. Perhaps, in time, an accident befalls the Grandmaster, and then...” Loki points to his brother mouthing ‘you then you ‘Y/n’ then himself ‘me’

   “Oh wow- you really do suck” you say going over to Thor and pointing at a rock “Can you throw that rock for me?” you ask and he simply nods with a smile before picking it up and throwing it at him. You smile lightly. Good friend things. You look at Loki who takes a step forward.

   “You're not seriously thinking of going back, are you?“ he asked with a questioning look. “i would” you mumble before stepping backwards. Thor looks like he had just been punched in the face, but had his hands folded casually. Thor was stubborn. 

   “Our sister destroyed your hammer like a piece of glass.“ Loki says, holding his hands out. “She's stronger than all of us. She's stronger than you“ he adds. No offense, but you definitely could’ve done some damaged if Thor had not shouted your name back at the field and alerted her to you. 

   “You don't stand a chance. Do you understand what I'm saying to you?” Loki’s tone gets more aggressive while Thor just scowls at him “Loki” you say, trying to get him to shut up. After a couple seconds Loki lets out a bitter laugh “Fine” he says. 

   “I guess I'll just have to go it alone. Like I've always done.”

   Loki’s comment makes Thor smirk. One that Loki notices “Would you say something?” Loki asked. You sigh deeply. Why do you feel as if there was going to be yelling? Anyway- Thor stays silent, looking at the ground for more stones he could throw at Loki. 

   “Say something!” Loki shouts in a louder tone

   and he does “What would you like me to say?” Thor starts. This felt awkward, being there you mean. “You stole the throne, stripped Odin of his power,          stranded him on Earth-” Loki went to say something, but Thor keeps talking “-To die, releasing the goddess of death”

   “he didn’t know that would happen Thor-” you say, but are quickly shut up just as Loki was “Have I said enough, or do you do you want me to go further back than the past two days?” Thor asked. You look at Loki who looks like he’s holding back tears at his brother cold stare. 

   nonetheless, he composes himself “You know, I haven't seen this               Beloved Champion he talks of, but I've heard he's astonishingly savage. I've placed a large wager against you tomorrow. Don't let me down.” he spoke as his illusion starts to vanish. Your time is almost up.

   you look at Thor as he lifts a glass bottle from the ground and throws it at the wall where Loki was. “Thor, your going to do great out there. I’ll be watching” you spoke and gave him a small smile. Thor looks at you and nods “Goodbye” you said and just as you blinked you were standing next to Loki. 

    ☼-☪-☼

   you both walked back to your room in silence. Loki looked awful. Like he wanted to breakdown at any moment. You felt bad for him. He had lost both his parents, just as you had. You could relate to some of his pain. so you should try to comfort him, right?

   when the door shut behind you both, you reached up and placed a hand on Loki’s shoulder “Loki- i’m sorry about Odin. I know you say you love him like Thor does, but he had to have meant something to you” you spoke as calmly as you could.

   Loki’s body tensed under your touch “I never stopped loving my father” he says, which surprises you “He raised me I was just so angry that they lied about me. I was never truly there child” he spoke, his voice beginning to waver. 

   “Odin and Frigga took you in as their own. They didn’t care that you weren’t biologically there’s. They gave you a home when no one else did Loki. That’s what being a parent is.” you spoke and left go of his shoulder “You can have some time alone. I’ll be in my room” 

   you walk past the god and towards your door, “Thank you, Y/n. How did you know what to say?” Loki spoke, making you turn around “Just what i wished someone had told me when avengers came to save me” you shrug and walk into the room, shutting the door. 

       ☼-☪-☼

   “I can’t believe you put a wager against your brother” You said, walking alongside Loki. wearing another tradition asgardian dress that Loki had picked out for you. It was another icy blue dress that had a soft brown leather as the straps. iIt was flowy and had a slit down the side. 

   “It was only a joke” He replies, holding your hand as you walked through the crowds of people. The Grandmaster had invited you and Loki to watch Thor’s fight from the ‘Grandmasters box’ stupid bastard and his stupid terms. As you walk, you pass by where the contenders are being held. Thor. 

   you didn’t have time “Will seen him soon. I can tell your worried about him” Loki spoke, squeezing your hand softly. “Thor was one of the first people to help me when i got out of Hydra. I owe him everything” you say. Loki sighs deeply before you both continue walking.

   as you drew closer you were able to hear the cheers and roars of the crowd. jeez it’s just a bunch of idiots fighting- go watch some Tv or something. Suddenly you heard the Grandmaster speak. What a loser this guy was. Thinking that you were just some mans property. 

   “ow! Look at all of you. What a show, WHAT-A-NIGHT! Who's having fun? Please, I'm your host. Big round of applause for all of our undercard competitors who died so gruesomely. Good sports. What a show! What a night! This is what you've come for and so have I.”

   when he finished speaking is when you and Loki entered the very bright room, filled with different people from different worlds. Bruce would have love to see this, sometimes you forget he’s gone. You just hoped that you’d find out what happened to him one day. 

   Loki leads you  towards the front, skillfully grabbing two drinks and handing one to you. What a gentlemen- wait no. Damnit. “Making his first appearance, though he looks quite promising, got a couple of tricks up his sleeve. I'll say no more, see what you think. Ladies and gentlemen...”

   you look down from the glass and see a latch lifting up. That has to be him. “I give to you...Lord of Thunder!” the Grandmaster shouts. You smile as your eyes landed on Thor “Oh my god they cut his hair!” you exclaim “It’s just hair” Loki replies, taking a sip from his drink. 

   you scoff “Okay, let me cut yours” you say and he glares “I’d rather die” he says and you nod “Told you so” the crowd was booing Thor, along with a couple people next you. “Oh screw yourselves” you grumble under your breath. Loki wraps his free arm around your waist and pulls you flush to his side.

   “Try to behave darling, will you?” Loki leans down to whisper into your ear. You feel a tingling feeling in your stomach. Was he using his magic on you. “Yeah yeah, whatever” you huff, earning a smirk from the god holding you “That’s a good girl” he says- and there goes the stomach again.

   you both turn back to watch Thor as he walks to the center of the arena. “Watch out for his fingers. They make sparks.” the Grandmaster says, making you roll your eyes at his statement. Thor puts a helmet on his head and pulls the small latch down. 

   The Grandmasters hologram began to rub his hands together “Okay, this is it. Let's get ready to welcome this guy. Here he comes. He is a creature. What can we say about him? Well, he's unique. There's none like him. I feel a special connection with him.” he gets the crowd riled up. 

   green bombs of dust or some kind of pigment begin to explode in the sky and over the crowd. “He's undefeated. HE'S THE REIGNING...HE'S THE DEFENDING...Ladies and gentlemen... I give you...” he spoke in broken sentences. Now he was getting you scared. 

   the door begins to open from the other side. It only happened halfway when it was smashed through by some green, big, angry...Hulk?! You feel as if a weight has been lifted off your shoulders “Bruce?” you whisper to yourself, almost dropping the glass in your hand. 

   Loki on the other hand turned paler then he already was and let go of you “I have to get off this planet” he spoke and turned around to leave the room, but the Grandmaster was right behind him “Hey, hey, hey! Where are you going?” he questions, but Loki has no words. Neither do you. 

   the Grandmaster leads you both to the long couch and you and Loki sit side by side. You could hear Bruce screaming Hulk into the crowd. What was going on? Thor suddenly turns from the Hulk to where you guys are “Hey! We know each other. He's a friend from work!” then we went to talk to Hulk.

   you didn’t notice your hands were shaking as Loki placed his on top of one yours “Are- are you alright?” he asked and you reach up to wipe away a forming tear “I haven’t seen bruce in two years. I thought he was gone- dead” despite Loki being in fear of his life he gave you a smile. “Well, that’s good”

   “Loki! Y/n! Look who it is!”

   you both look away from each other and look at Thor who was gesturing Hulk to look at Loki. Loki looked like he wanted the world to swallow him up “You’ll be alright. If he does come up here i can protect you. Hulk loves me” you say with a toothy grin. 

   suddenly Hulk charges at Thor “What is he doing?!” you shout as both Thor and Hulk begin to fight each other. This is not according to plan at all. A couple seconds later it looks like Hulk was about to grab Thor's hand “Oh thank god” you mumble to yourself a little too soon. 

   Hulk picked up Thor by his leg and through him repeatedly onto the ground before tossing him to the side. Loki shoots up from his seat “Yes! That's how it feels!” he exclaims. Jeez. You stand up and grab his arm. Loki turns to see the Grandmaster staring at him strangely.

   “I'm just a huge fan of the sport.” Loki explains and the Grandmaster just laughs. You sit Loki down as well as yourself “Real calm and classy there antlers” you say with a small grin. Loki growls under his breath “Really? How ‘bout you let that green moron smash you into the ground”

   you couldn’t help, but laugh “I’m sorry. That sounded so wrong” you say, your mind going to straight to the gutter. Loki looks at you weirdly before cringing “You are a perverted girl” he says. You shrug your shoulders “Yeah whatever. Do something about it” you say jokingly, going back to watching Thor.

   you feel Loki’s hand being firmly placed on your thigh, his other hand sliding behind your back to grip your waist “I can show you what i can do about it later if you so desire” error error Y/n.exe has stopped working. You feel that fluttery feeling in your stomach again. Damn god of teasing.

   you somehow manage to keep your cool and grinned at him “No offense, your highness. You couldn’t handle me” you say. His brow raises in amusement. No one has ever said such a thing to him. Just as he opens his mouth you see in the corner of your eye the Grandmaster pulling out the chip remote.

   he presses the button and Thor falls to the ground. That dirty cheater. 

    ☼-☪-☼

   hours later

   it was after the fight and you were pacing back and forth in your room while Loki sat on the bed “Will you cut that out?” Loki suggested and your skin change quickly. You form a icicle and throw it towards him. He catches it in his hand swiftly “Do not tell me to calm down! That dirty freak cheated!”

   Loki sighs and goes to open his mouth when the door opens. “The Grandmaster has requested your presence Loki of asgard” a guard spoke. Your skin changed back to normal as Loki stood up. You go walk along with him when the guard stops you “Only Loki” he spoke.

   you sigh and nod, giving Loki a small smile. “I’ll be here once you get back” you say and he sighs before leaving with the guard. Now, your stuck here. All alone. You go over to the bed and sit down. The sheets were still messed up from where Loki had slept the night before. 

   why were you thinking about that?

   the door flies open, revealing a brown skinned woman with asgardian armor and white markings on her. “Hello Lady Y/n. Thor asked me to come find you. Noe let’s go” she spoke quickly. You got up instantly and walked to her. Wait “Will be we getting Loki?” you ask

   the woman looks at you for a moment and nods “Yes- later now lets go princess before i’m late for a meeting with the Grandmaster. I heard you can fight by the way so i got you some good clothes to move around in.” you nod as you both alk out the room

    ☼-☪-☼

   the woman, who told you to call her Val had dropped you off at the junkyard, but let you get changed first of course into a black leather warrior outfit. . At first you were confused as why she had dropped you here, but when you saw Thor leaving a quinjet.

   as you ran up to him you saw another person leaving. It was Bruce in Tony’s clothes? “Bruce!” you yell. He turns around and looks at you with a confused stare “Y/n? Your taller and older. Wait- Why are you here?!” he questions. You chuckle and look at Thor “It’s a long story, where are we going?”

       ☼-☪-☼

   with Val and Loki

   both asgardians had just walked out the Grandmasters hall to find and capture Thor and Hulk. They were both walking fast since Loki said he could get them back in one hour. “What have you done?” Loki accuses only full well she had something to do with the escape. 

   Val takes takes one look at him and scowls “I don’t answer to you, lackey” she snaps back. Loki stops and grabs her arm “It’s Loki and you will answer to the Grandmaster” he says. Val pushes off his arm and punches him in the nose. Loki stumbles back a bit and pulls out a Sakaarian blade

   “Why would you help me brother escape with that green fool?” He questions, pointing the blade at her. Val pulls out a blade of her own “I don’t help anyone” she quips back and the two rush each other. Hitting, kicking, dodging, the whole ordeal. at one point Loki grabbed her arm and saw her mark.

   “You're a Valkyrie. I thought the Valkyrie all died gruesome deaths?” he says, knowing it would rile her up and it did. Val escapes from his grip and pushes him against the wall, holding the knife to his throat “Choose your next words wisely” she seethes down at him.

   Loki looks up at her, smug “Terribly sorry. Must be a very painful memory...” and puts his hand on her forehead. Val was taken back to the moment the Valkyrie were sent to fight Hela for the thrown. Val watched them all die again as well as her girlfriend. 

   once she came back she was pushed back onto the floor by Loki. She stands back up quickly and pushes him on the ground, straddling him “You know your majesty, i have some terrible news for you. I went to your little girlfriends room after you left” she started, making Loki’s eyes go wide. 

   “she was a pretty one i’ll give you that. That was until i slit her throat and watched her bleed out” It was Val’s turn to rile Loki up. “Y-Your lying!” Loki shouts, struggling against her. “Oh really?” she says and reaches into her pocket, pulling out a piece of blue tool from your dress, stained with blood. 

   Loki felt his heart drop into his stomach, like he wanted to vomit and cry all at the same time “No...’ he mumbles and grabs the tool from her hand. Val looked stunned for a moment before punching his face and knocking him out. She was not expectantly that kind of reaction from him.  

    ☼-☪-☼

   you, Thor, and Bruce were walking through the crowd of Hulk worshippers basically when Val had found you. She had led you all inside safely. She was a pretty cool gal. You had to get her number after this. Does she have a phone. You all walked down this hall when she stops. 

   Bruce stopped behind thor and you stopped behind Bruce. “Look, I've spent years in a haze trying to forget my past. Sakaar seemed like the best place to drink and forget and to die one day.” Val spoke, making you frown slightly. Thor nods.

    “I was thinking that you drink too much, and that probably was going to kill you.” Thor spoke. Val gave him an annoyed look before walking towards the door “Also, i have a piece offering” she said vaguely before opening the door. Thor walks in first, then Bruce. 

   Once you walk in you noticed Loki, chained up and hanging his head in shame, he was looking at a piece  of tool that rested on the ground in front of him “Brother?” Thor spoke, crouching down to look at his face “Loki are you alright?” he asked 

   “she was so much like me you know, we both didn’t know where we belonged. Both too cold and felt like monsters. I had never felt that way about anyone. I don’t think i’ll ever feel that way again. I don’t want too actually, not if it isn’t her” everyone in the room could notice his voice breaking. 

   just as you were about too console him Val put an arm in front of you and pressed a finger to her mouth. Telling you to shut it basically. You are confused, but nod slowly “Brother. I don’t understand. Who are you talking about? What has made you this upset?” Thor questions. 

   Loki’s body started to shake as he sobbed “Y/n. That scraper killed her. she took her away from me, now i’m all alone again.” he explains solemnly. Thor looks confused “Loki, lady Y/n is right here” he spoke. Loki lifted his head up and Thor was right. There you were, alive. 

   Loki didn’t know whether to be relieved or angered, but he stuck with relieved. “Let him out!” you shout, walking over to Loki to pull on the chains. “Y/n i don’t think that’s such a good idea-” Bruce started, but you didn’t care. You got the chains undone and Loki instantly wrapped his arms around you.

   “Hey, i’m here” you say as he holds onto tightly, almost like you would disappear if he let you go “I know” he replies before pulling away. You look around and notice everyone staring at you “What?” Loki spots Bruce and tilts his head “Hello Bruce” he spoke, standing up from the chair.

   Bruce looks at him “So, last time i saw you, you were trying to kill everybody. Where are you at these days?” he questions. Loki looked at you then Val who was grabbing something out the closet “It varies from moment to moment” he spoke before completely ignoring him.

   Loki studies your face “I’m alive Loki” you say to reassure him and he sighs “i know, just wan’t to keep it that way” he says. You muster up a smile “That is the nicest thing you have said to me since we got here” you admit. He rolls his eyes and looks down for a moment then back at you 

   “I need to tell you something-”

   “Loki come here!” Thor says, waving at him from the otherside of the room. Loki sighs and look at you, going to say something “It’s okay. we can talk later” you reassure him and he smiles.

    ☼-☪-☼

   you, Loki, and Thor were assigned to get a ship for all of you to leave on, but throughout the whole time you were fighting to get there Loki and Thor were talking about leaving each other or staying together. You wished you stayed with Bruce and Val. 

   now you were in a elevator, with you standing in front of the two, skin icy white and blue and no pupils. “Here's the thing. I'm probably better off staying here on Sakaar.” Loki says. You turn around and look at him with wide eyes “Loki-” you say, but Thor interrupts “That's exactly what I was thinking.”

   okay what? “Thor-” you say this time, but the same thing happens. “Did you just agree with me?” Loki asked, stunned. Thor shrugs “Come on, this place is perfect for you. It's savage, chaotic, lawless. Brother, you're going to do great here.” Thor says, glancing at him once- ouch.

   Loki looks forward and you wished you hadn’t come at all “Do you truly think so little of me?” Loki questions. Thor pauses for a moment before looking at his brother. “ Loki, I thought the world of you. I thought we were gonna fight side by side forever. But, at the end of the day, you're you, I'm me” he starts. 

   you watch as Loki’s face changes from different emotions. To hope, then sorrow. “I don't know, maybe there's still good in you-” Thor says and gestures to you “-but let's be honest, our paths diverged a long time ago.” he finished. You stepped aside Loki and reached down to grab his hand. 

   Loki sighs and looks at his brother one last time “Yeah... It's probably for the best that we never see one another again.” he replies, nodding his head. You look down. Stupid boys. “That's what you always wanted.” Thor says and pats his brother on the back, you noticed he place the chip on his back.

   strange, but you trust Thor’s judgement. Doesn’t mean you weren’t going to swipe the remote off of him though. 

   Loki looks away slowly letting go of your hand. It was silence for a few moments. Awkward silence filled with tension and emotion. Jumping through the glass and falling to your death didn’t really look so bad right now “Hey, let’s do get help” Thor pipes up.

   “What?” Loki asked, turning to look at Thor again

   “What’s get help?-”

   “Get help” Thor repeats with a cheery smile on his face. 

   “Oh come on, you love it” 

   “No i hate it

   “It’s great. It works every time”

   “Its humiliating”

   “Do you have a better plan?” 

   you got to speak when they just start talking again “No” Loki replies and Thor just looks back forward with a smile “Were doing it” he says and Loki does the same “We are not doing get help” Loki says, thinking that’s the end of it. You look at both of them and groan “I hate both of you”

    ☼-☪-☼

   as the elevator door opens, you are stuck clinging onto the ceiling. You wait a couple of seconds “Alright. Come down” Thor calls and you jump down from the bar “Get help huh?” you chuckle, looking at Loki who turns and glares at you. You smile and walk behind them.

   “Now which one is the ship she told us to get?” Thor asked. Loki pointed at a bright orange ship “The Commodore” he says. You all begin to walk.  A second later he walks away, grabbing your arm to follow along with him and leaving a illusion walking alongside Thor. What?

   “Though I feel it won't make much of a difference” the illusion spoke. Thor sighs “Oh Loki” and turns to see you and Loki at the control panel “I know I've betrayed you many times before, but this time it's truly nothing personal. The reward for\ your capture will set Y/n and i up nicely.”

   Y/n what now? Loki presses a button on the panel and the places starts to go off “Loki, you didn’t” you gasp as you rip your arm from him. “Never one for sentiment, were you?” Thor asks. Loki grinned “Easier to let it burn.” he replies in a low tone.

   Thor reaches into his pocket as his eyes go wide. You slowly back away from Loki “Y/n-” “You self centered prick!” you snapped, pulling the remote out of your pocket. His face drops and he takes a step forward “Y/n, please-” he tries to explain, but you had already made up your mind. “No!” you shout. 

   Loki goes to speak again, but you press the button, watching as he drops to the floor. Thor walks past you and towards Loki “Oh that looks painful” Thor mumbles. You follow after him, walking much slower. Thor kneels down beside his brother. 

   “Oh brother, you're becoming predictable. I trust you, you betray me. Round and round in circles we go.” Thor speaks, looking down at Loki. See, Loki, life is about, it's about growth. It's about change, but you seem to just wanna stay the same.” 

   it hurt to see Loki that way, but in the end if he could betray Thor so easily. he’d do it to you too and no amount of love could change that “I guess what I'm trying to say is that you'll always be the God of Mischief, but you could be more.” Thor sighed and stood up “I’ll start the ship” and with that, he left. 

   you look at Thor then Loki. You go to where Thor was kneeling and do the same “You almost fooled me i’ll give you that. The whole touch thing and flirty comments. It almost made me think you felt the same. What tied it in was the tears.” you say, watching as he turned to look at you, pain on his face. 

   “Maybe you do care about me, but in the end you would betray anyone to save your own skin Loki. Thor’s right, you could be so much more. To him, the world...to me” You looked up to stop the tears forming in your eyes to fall down your face. You quickly wipe them and look back down. 

   “Thank you for being my first hug” You stand up and throw the remote a few feet away from him. “and my last” and with that you turned away leaving Loki on Sakaar along with any feelings you had for him. 

    ☼-☪-☼

   after fighting your way out of Sakaar on a orgy ship you passed out. Bruce was the first to wake, then Val and Thor with you being the last “I never thought i’d be back here” Val spoke. You and Bruce undo your seatbelts and stand behind Thor and Val.

   Asgard.

   “Though it be a lot nicer” Bruce spoke up. “Bruce- dude” you say, shaking your head. He noticed all of your collective disappointed stares and sputtered “Not- noth that it’s not nice- it’s just- it’s just on fire” well he was right about that. You assumed it was Hela’s doing. 

   the dashboard started going off and Val  looked at it “Here, up in the mountains. heat signatures, people clustered together. Hela’s coming for them” she explained, pointing at the 3D diagram. You sigh as you power up your abilities, Bruce giving you a odd stare. Guess he’s not used to it. 

   “Okay, drop me off at the palace and i'll draw her away.” Thor spoke up. “Thor she destroyed your hammer like nothing. You can’t do this alone!” you protest. Thor shakes his head and looks back at you, “Then you’ll come with me Lady Y/n” he says “And get yourselves killed?” Val questions

   “The people trapped down there are all that matters. While we're dealing with Hela, I need you two to help get everyone off Asgard.” Thor instrucks. Bruce pokes his head in between and looks at both of them “and how the hell are we supposed to do that?” 

   “I have a man on the ground”

    ☼-☪-☼

   Thor looked up at Val as her and Bruce flew away. Hm, strange. 

   once you two got to the castle, you noticed rumble all over the floor, even a piece with Thor’s face on it. Thor looks up at the ceiling and you follow suit. What you see in horrific. Pictures of Odin and Hela destroying worlds. 

   you look over at Thor and notice his grim face “Thor? Are you okay” you say. Thor sighs and nods “Wait behind a pillar. Hela should be here soon” he says and you nod, walking away to find a hiding spot. 

   Thor sat in the throne and began to band Odin’s scepter on the floor, causing loud booms to flow throughout the castle. Only seconds later did you here Hela’s heels down the hallway. 

   she was here

   “sister” Thor says. You couldn’t see them, but you could hear them. “Your still alive” she says back, soundly somewhat surprised. “ I love what you've done with the place. Redecorating, I see.” Thor spoke. Was this a time to be making jokes??

   “It seems our father's solution to every problem was to cover it up.” Hela snarls at him. Okay she’s getting upset. “Or to cast it out. He told you you were worthy.   He said the same thing to me.” Thor responds, solem in his tone. You could hear the bitterness in his tone  

   “You see, you never knew him, not at\ his best.” Hela sighs like it’s a fond memory to look back on ”Odin and I drowned entire civilizations in blood and tears. Where do you think all this gold came from? And then one day he  decided to become a benevolent king.”

   Hela’s voice becomes more sour “To foster peace, to protect life.” she starts “To have you” ouch- that has gotta sting. “ I understand why you're angry. and you are my sister, and technically have a claim to the throne. And believe me, I would love for  someone else to rule. But it can't be you. You're just the worst.”

   Thor no- you hear the swish noise like the last time she put on her crown “Okay, get up. You're in my seat.” she said, done playing games with Thor. clearly. “You know, Father once told me that a wise king never seeks out war” he says, you could hear his heavy footsteps.

   “But must always be ready for it.” Hela replies, drawing closer

   that’s your cue

   you jump down and ice the floor just as Thor jumps in the air. Hela goes to throw a blade at him, but it ends up missing because she couldn’t balance. her head snaps in your direction and she snarls “You again?!” she shouts, charging towards you.

   pressing your palms together and pull them out quickly, forming a silver sword with a blue base and handle. You lift your sword, but Thor hits her away with the scepter. Hela is knocked back, but for only a moment as she gets up and charges at Thor.

   she manages to knock the scepter away pin Thor against the wall “Here's the difference between us. I'm Odin's firstborn, the rightful heir, the savior of Asgard.” she spoke before throwing Thor to the floor “And you're nothing.” You run up at her and hit her away from Thor.

   “and your a bitch!” you yelled. Now you two her going hand to hand “Who are you? Your not asgardian is that for sure, but i sense a power off you stronger then any human could bare” she spoke, kicking you to the ground “You have the power of a infinity stone. Now that’s interesting darling”

   Hela forms a blade “Too bad that power will die with you” she smiles wickedly as she goes to plunge it into your stomach, but Thor tackles her to the ground. “Y/n leave now!” Thor shouts, as Hela knocks him in the face “But what about you!” you shout, forming a icicle in your hand to throw at her. 

   “This is my fight and i will not lose you. Now go!” he shouts just as Hela sliced his eye. You almost choked before you got yourself together and ran and ran and ran. “Thor i hope you know what your doing” 

    ☼-☪-☼

   as soon you headed out the castle, you used a burst of cold fog to send you into the sky. The bifrost! it’s being attacked by Hela’s knights and a large wolf. That’s where to go you guess and you another burst to send you towards the bridge. 

   the wolf was running towards a bunch of unarmed asgardians. You dropped onto the bifrost just as bruce came flying out the ship and landing face first “Bruce! This is why i said to keep your seatbelt on!” you shout. he’s lucky he’s mutated or he’d be dead. 

   the wolf sniffed Bruce for a few seconds before running your direction again. You form a blade and have it sending his way, but he wasn’t stopping. You look over and see a dark skinned man with long hair, Heimdall holding a sword “Nice to meet you i guess?” you spoke with nervous laughter.

   he looked your way and nodded “You too Lady Y/n” wait- how did he know your name. Nevermind that- both you and Heimdall hold your swords in ready position. The wolf is inches away when it suddenly stopped? You watch as it’s pull back and thrown to the other side. 

   Hulk!

   “Yes!” you shout, throwing your arms in the air. Hulk lets out a thunderous roar, hitting his chest. The wolf comes after him and they both fall off the bifrost. One problem down, two more to go. More knights begin to run towards the group and you and hemdall began to fight them off.

   you are so telling Tony about this!

   Heimdall gets hit in the knee and you rush over to help him when a rock guy come out of nowhere and blasts the knight into nothing. Wait- wasn’t this Thor’s friend- from back on Sakaar? “Hey man and woman. I'm Korg. This is Miek.” he introduces himself as a purple worm robot appears.

   you might need therapy after this one actually “We're going to jump on that spaceship and get out of here. Want to come?” he asked. He was rather polite. You smile lightly “We’d love too Korg, just after we kill these things.” You reply. You suddenly hear something off in the distance

   you and Heimdall turn to see a figure amongst the mist. Please don’t be Hela, please do not be Hela! Once the figure came to view you gasped. “Your saviour is here!” Loki shouts, standing on top of the landing pad. What a narcissist! A narcissist that you were in love with, but technicalities don’t count. 

   as the ship lands people of asgard begin to board “Did you miss me?” he says, you smile lightly. he had come back to save his people “Now everyone on the ship!” he commands and asgardians begin to flood in. Loki pushed through the people and made his way towards you and Heimdall. 

   “Welcome back. I saw you coming” Heimdall speaks. Loki purses his lips together and nods “Course you did” he says and looks at you “Surprised to see me, darling?” he says with a small smirk. You shake your head slowly with a smile “I was hoping you do the right thing. Your just boosting my ego”

   Loki grinned at you for a moment before pull out two asgardian blades “Will talk more in a bit” he sends you a wink as the Knights charge you all. You fly into the air and slam into the ground, causing a cold breeze to freeze about a dozen. You watch as they crumble and fall apart.

   “Didn’t know i could do that” you shrug and pull out your sword once again. The bright sky turned a dark grey as electricity struck the castle, causing a big explosion “Yes! Thor!” you shout. “Hopefully it killed that bitch, no offense since she is your sister and all” you say to Loki.

   he shrugs and slices a Knight in half “Unrelated note. You look very sexy while fighting” he smirks. You shake your head as your form multiple blades and send them at the Knights behind him. Loki goes wide eyed and watch about seven fall to the ground 

   “Me and you definitely need to talk later” his voice came out in a growl, which honestly sent shivers up your spine. You let out a chuckle as you watch Thor crash onto the bifrost “Why not now? Your brother seems to be keeping most of their attention”

   Loki raises a brow “You wan’t me to confess my undying love for you in the middle of war?” he questions. Well that was blunt. “You do have a thing for undying don’t you? Anyway, just tell me now. one of us may not live till the end of this war” you spoke. 

   you notice Loki’s face change to a grim one “Your not dying on me, i won’t allow it” he said, almost as it was a command. “Loki- be realistic. Now shut up and tell me” you say as you stab through a Knight “Okay- from the moment i laid eyes on you, i could tell you were like me” he says.

   “How so?” you question. “You question who you are and wonder if you belong anywhere. You think of yourself as a monster just as i do to my Jotun side. I wont ever question you and we can belong to each other. I do not see you as a monster Y/n. I see you as a goddess”

   wow- he could sure smooth talk a gal into anything. Jokes aside his words meant everything to you, he meant everything to you. You use your ice to put up a bubble around the both of you. Loki looks confused for a moment before turning to look at you. 

   “Just say you love me Loki” you chuckle. He smiles slightly and grabs your hands “Y/n, i am in love with you. I think that’s better” he quipped back. you both laugh for a moment “Do asgardians use the term boyfriend and girlfriend?” you say. 

   Loki shakes his head “We like to use more gender inclusive terms. So, Y/n would you like to be my forever and i yours?” you could have passed out right then and there. Also- how was asgard more woke then earth? That’s some bullshit right there.

   you break away from your thoughts and nod “of course i do” you say. Loki is unable to control his smile as he dips his head down. He was leaning when Boom! the bubble is destroyed. You smile and pull away “i guess you have to wait my prince” you tease, forming your sword again. 

   you could tell you touched a nerve because Loki squirmed a bit “Your such a vixen, darling. I can’t wait to have you all alone” he spoke in a low tone. You take a deep breath and try to compose yourself, but the thought of you and Loki- alone. It just took over your mind.

   “Can this fucking shit be over with! Hurry it the hell up Thor!” you shout as you jab your sword through two Knights and push them off the bifrost. Loki’s helmet fell as he was fighting one. You run and slide across the bifrost to grab it. Ha antlers- not right now!

   Once you do you chuck it at Loki who uses it to knock the Knight of his feet and push a sword through its stomach. Loki looks up at you and you grin at him “Teamwork, my prince” you say before bursting into the air “Stop calling that in public!” he yells. 

   Thor comes walking up too Loki, both breathing heavily. You drop down beside them “Your late” Thor says and Loki sighs “Your missing an eye” he replies back. Huh? You look at Thor and wave your hand over it, causing a cooling effect for him “Hopefully it’s stops the throbbing” you say.

   Thor nods and gives you a tired smile as Val walks past you three “This isn’t over” she breathes out. Well- she’s not wrong on that one. All four of you walk together. You all stop to catch your breath “I think we should disband the Revengers.” Thor spoke. 

   “Good. It was a shit idea” you comment, making Val stifle laughter. “Hit her with a lightning blast.” Loki suggests “we already did that and she rose from the dead still” you say. Thor looks at his brother in disbelief- he did just like shoot her into the sky and she’s walking. 

   “I just hit her with the biggest lightning blast in the history of lightning. It did nothing.” Thor gave his brother a know it all look. You all looked forward as Hela stalked towards you all “She is so fucking creepy” you say, forming a couple blades. 

   Val nods in agreement “We need to hold her off until everybody's on board.” she instructs. You all nod. You really didn’t want to fight this deer looking bitch. Antlers just run in the fucking family at this point. You stretch your back a bit. Your positive you have scoliosis after all this. 

   Thor shakes his head “It won't end there. The longer Hela's on Asgard the more powerful she grows. She'll hunt us down. We need to stop her here and now.” he says. “If she’s growing more powerful from just being here then how do we stop her” you look at Thor.

   Val nods along with you “She’s right, so what do we so?” she says, putting an emphasis on the world ‘what’ . Loki pauses and looks at Thor “I’m not doing get help” okay that was funny, no laughing right now though. Thor steps forward and glares at Hela before looking back at the ship of people boarding.

   he’s going to give a speech isn’t he?

   “Asgard's not a place, it's a people.-” there it is “-This was never about stopping Ragnarok...it was about causing Ragnarok.” he says, turning his attention towards Loki. “What’s Ragnarok?” you ask, expectanting no answer, but hey gotta love Val

   “It’s this big fiery demon that was literally made to destroy Asgard and everyone on it” she explains. At that moment you honestly thought about marrying her “Wait- You want to send a demon to destroy Asgard? Shit-” you say. 

   Thor walks over to Loki and places a hand on his shoulder “Go to the vault. Surtur's crown. It's the only way.” he says. Loki fights against himself for a moment before nodding “Bold move, brother. Even for me.” he admits before walking over to you. 

   “I’ll see you soon, darling” he says with a small smile. “Well aren’t going to kiss me then?” you question, his smile turning into a grin “No..i rather give you something to look forward too” he says before running off. What a dick. You look back towards Hela “Shall we?” Thor asked the both you and Val.

   Val looks at Thor and smiles lightly “After you” she says. Thor jumps into the air and destroys two of Hela’s blades. Hela kicks throw out the way as Val charged at her, but she ended being thrown too. Your turn. You burst into the air and throw four blades at her. She dodges them all and sends you away with Val.

   Thor picks up a Knights discarded sword and tries to plunge in into Hela, but she dodges that too. Thor turns to Heimdall and shouts “Go! Go now!” and Heimdall gets onto the ship. Hela throws a spear at him and it jabs right through Thor’s shoulder. 

   the ship starts to lift into the air and Hela notices. She uses big spikes from the ground and shoots them in, keeping the ship in place “I’ll handle that. You two keep her busy!” you shout and fly into the air. How were you going to do this? You watch as Knights begin to crawl the spikes and up towards the asgardians.

   you had to make a move now. 

   just as your about to land you hear..gunshots?! Since when her guns on Asgard? Just as you got close enough a man holding to large guns jump off of the ship and onto the bifrost, breaking the spike in the process. He lands on the bifrost and you jump down next to him.

   “What’s your name? Weren’t you working for Hela?” you question suspiciously. The man looks ashamed “My name is Skurge. Yes i did work for Hela temporarily, but i know now that she is not a true queen and i wan’t to make it right” he confesses.

   you smile and nod at him “Good for you dude. Now prove it!” you shout and charge into battle. You love a good redemption ark. You and your new friend Skurge fight off the Knights. “Hela!” he shouts, catching the goddess’s attention. Well fuck. 

   as you two fought off the last one Hela sent a blade in Skurge’s direction. You didn’t think. You should have thought before you acted, but you didn’t. You were just too nice to strangers. You jump in front of Skurge and catch the blade in your back, causing you to gasp out. 

   skurge looks at you in shock as you slowly drop to the floor. From a distance Thor and Val watch in horror as there comrade is smite down. “No!” Thor screamed, lighting bursting in every direction “Hela enough!” he shouts, standing up “if you want Asgard. It’s yours”

   Skurge moves you and pulls the blade from your back. Your vision became spotty “Loki?” you murmur as you look up “i’m so sorry” Skurge cried. Hela looked towards Thor “Whatever game you're playing, it won't work. You can't defeat me.” Hela says with a evil grin.

   Skurge watched the life drain from your body as it turned to ice. A statue of who you used to be cold and frozen over. “I’m so sorry ma’am” he breathes out as he touches your face. He felt so guilty. It should have been him is what he kept thinking over and over again.

   suddenly the Sakaar ship lands next to Skurge and Loki jumps out. His whole world came crashing down once he saw you. A frozen corpse. “She saved him so i stayed with her” skurge explains. Loki lifts a hand and waves him away, which is what Skurge does so. 

   Loki drops to his knees and touched your frozen skin “Even in death you are beautiful my love. I should have kissed you when you asked me too, but i just had to be cheeky” he says, tears forming down his face and falling onto your frozen body. 

   “No one can ever match your beauty, your skill, or your big heart and i will never love again. You taught me what it’s like to love and to be loved and i- i-” Loki broke down and let his tears fall like a waterfall. He was alone again. Now he would have to live his miserable life without you

    ☼-☪-☼

   you sat up, breathing heavily. You were in a castle. Thor’s castle. How? Where’s Hela? Where’s Loki. You push yourself off the floor instantly and look around. “You must be terribly confused” you heard a woman speak. You turn around and see a older woman with light auburn hair.

   “Who are you and where is everyone?” you snap at her, but she just smiles “My name is Frigga dear” she spoke kindly. You look at her in horror “You’re Loki and Thor’s mother- but....your dead. That means that i’m-” you almost gag on your own words.

   “i’m afraid so dear” she speaks and gives you a sad smile. “No! I have to get back! Loki is expecting me to be there. I have to help stop Hela!” you say. This couldn’t be happening “Ragnarok has already begun and Asgard is to fall any moment. Don’t you want to rest?”

   your whole life has been nothing but pain and hard work. You had never ‘rested’ a day in your life. As much as it sounded like a treat, you still had responsibilities “No. I chose to stay and fight Hela because Thor is my friend and i’m not giving up on him or Loki, Val, Bruce or the asgardians. 

   Frigga gives you a proud smile “That’s what i wanted you to say. I’ll bring you back” she says and rolls up her sleeves “You have to do something for me though” she spoke. You stepped towards her “Anything” he say hastily “Marry my son. Loki deserves it more then ever and so do you”

   you give your future mother in law a smile “Of course. How are you going to bring me back anyway?” you question. Frigga grans both your hands and smiles “Ancient magic that is far to complex. Now when i bring you back it will be with an asgardian soul” she says. You looked confused.

   “What does that mean?”

   “It means you’ll be an asgardian along with your abilities.”

   you smile lightly. You could live as long as Loki now and truly be together forever. “Okay, i’m ready” you say and she nods “Tell my sons that i love him and tell Loki that choosing to be his mother was one of the best days of my life and Thor...that he doesn’t have to rule Asgard to be a great leader.”

   you nod, locking the words into your memory. Frigga starts mumbling a spell and you feel your body become lighter and lighter until you feel like you pass out.

    ☼-☪-☼

   Loki lifts his head up from your body as it starts to defrost. His eyes go wide as underneath the ice is your beautiful face. Your eyes shoot open and you fly into the sky. Your whole body emitting a white and blue aura. You flew towards Thor, Val and Hela. 

   Thor puts his hands on his hips and points behind him “No i know, but he can” he says and Surtur comes crashing through the castle. As Hela stares at her downfall Val takes the opportunity to pierce her sword through Hela’s chest. Your form an ice spear and launch yourself down, stabbing it straight through her.

   Thor sends and burst of electricity and you back away, slowly landing on the bifrost. It was over. Hela was doen for and you wanted to leave this retched planet. 

    ☼-☪-☼

   you walk through the ship until you find Thor and Loki in one room. Loki was holding a cap to a liquor bottle. “Hello boys” you spoke and they both turn to look at you “Lady Y/n, the girl who cheated death! No wonder you and Loki are perfect for each other” Thor announced, bowing at you.

  you smiled and walked over to a loveseat, Loki following suit and sitting next to you “Yeah uh- i didn’t cheat anything. I actually died” You said “But how, your right here?” Loki says, grabbing your hand “I came back with a little help of a certain someone” you say. 

   Thor walks over and sits down across from you two “Who?” he questions and take a sip of his drink “Frigga” you said, making the brothers look at you in shock “Mother, how?” Loki asked. “I woke up in the castle and she was there. She said she could bring me back and gave me a few things to say”

   both boys inched closer “She said she loves you both and Thor, you don’t have to rule asgard if it isn’t what you wan’t. Your still a great man and Loki” you turn your body to face your forever “one of the best days of Frigga life was choosing to be your mother and love you like her own blood”

   Loki’s face said just about enough as well as Thor’s. They both looked at there laps, smiling to themselves. “I’m also asgardian now” you say, grabbing a drink from the table. Thor drops his glass on the floor, smashing it into tiny pieces. That was a nice cup. 

   “What!?”  they both shout. 

    ☼-☪-☼

   Loki had found you both a room on the ship with a perfect view of the unknown outside. You were currently looking through it now, thinking. A pair of arms wrap around you from behind “I still owe you a kiss” Loki breathes out. You smile brightly and turn around in his hold, facing him. 

   “I believe you do...my prince” You say at the end just to tease him. Loki growls under his breath before pressing his lips to yours for a hungry kiss while his hands pulled you flush against him. You thought your first kiss would be sweet and short, but Loki’s was needy and passionate. 

   you both pulled at each others clothing, wanting it off but not having the strength to pull away and do so. After a minute of two Loki pulls away “I’ve been wanting to do that for weeks” he admits, making you chuckle. “Good thing you have me all night then, my forever. i love you Loki of asgard”

   Loki grins at your words and kisses your forehead “i love you as well, Y/n, my forever” 

    ☼-☪-☼

   Kody- I want no one to talk about how long it is, it hurts to even mention. 

[dontcallmecarrie]

Hey, I vicariously live in my imagination to escape from the reality.

So, I have been wondering about the Rogues reaction to Tony defeating thanos, the IronSmaug, taking over the world etc...

Have a go at it, if you are interested.

It's also fine if you dont.

thanks, I really, really needed the distraction. it's been. an interesting week. not in a good way.

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tbh, the whole 'what does Team Cap think about this mess?' thing in TWiFFON is...something I had originally been torn about, and everything that's been happening ever since means I keep finding myself going "do I have the energy to tackle this? lol no".

For some context, because you probably know my stance on this sort of thing but I prefer redundancy just to make sure we're on the same page: once upon a time, I honestly, genuinely did like the Avengers. All of them, and yes, that included Wanda [...for less than an hour, but still].

Back when I still had faith in the writers, I was constantly going "...okay, so when are these guys going to stop acting so OOC? Where tf are they planning on taking these character arcs?" and just being disappointed at each turn— but I stuck around because I liked the potential. Steve "what do you mean punching fascists isn't cool anymore?" Rogers, Natasha "my past is a tire fire and I'll just leave it at that" Romanov, Clint "where's Loki? Let me at him!" Barton and the rest of the group had their good points, and I gave myself a headache trying to figure out wtf was their thought process when the time came for them to do their thing in TWiFFON.

It wasn't fun, I only did it because it was absolutely necessary... and I still ended up receiving complaints.

Look: for me, character bashing is exhausting. I have enough going down in my life that I don't have any interest in writing it, and over the past few years I've seen more than one of the fandoms I follow/lurk in become salt mines that have me going "...okay, if you hate it so much, why are you even here?"

When I write, I try my best to emphasize the 'actions have consequences' thing I learned long before I hit puberty; but that doesn't mean I'm up for anything beyond that. Again, I used to like these characters, so seeing the levels of suffering canon— and some writers— put them through just has me stepping back for a moment.

But TWiFFON attracted a lot of people who were pretty far out there in terms of what they wanted, some of whom got very very pissy when it wasn't the story I wanted to write, which is...probably like 99% of the reason I'm still burned out on that AU. Apart from the recent personal life bs that means I am Not Up To Dealing With any hypothetical rando that shows up in my inbox, because normally I could not care less about what people think but my energy levels are. Um. Not great atm. Not sure I wouldn't bite anyone's head off if they wanted to start something right now, tbh, or just ragequit writing for a while because I have way better things to do with my time than deal with random internet assholes.

...apologies for the tangent, but now you know why that situation is one I'm normally kinda reluctant on tackling.

As for what I'd originally headcanoned:

Back before things hit the fan, I'd originally planned to have some little interlude snippets of what Team Cap's been dealing with. Mostly, it would've forced them to acknowledge that for all none of them liked or trusted Tony, he was basically just the personification of what the rest of the world thought of them.

Nobody respects them, anymore, or trusts them; Clint'd be in very hot water and sleeping on the couch for a while, and Hank Pym would never let Scott hear the end of his involvement in this whole thing because Hank hates the Stark name and the English language cannot concisely articulate just how pissed off he was that he had to publicly thank Tony.

Team Cap overall would also start to fall apart at the seams as more and more stuff came out and ey, turns out the leader they'd trusted and broken international laws for had lied to them.

By omission, sure, but honestly— do you think that'd go down well? The "oh yeah, I've known my brainwashed friend killed his parents since DC but I am not going to tell him unless I'm forced to" thing?

I don't know about you, but I for one highly doubt Sam Wilson would be okay with that. Or Clint, for that matter, and the list goes on because the more time passes, the more stuff keeps coming out of the woodwork and for the first time in years, they're forced to deal with it.

One of the things I planned to include in the sidefic can basically be summed up as "the curious case of Bucky Barnes": that is to say, what'd happen after he's taken into custody, and poke lightly at the clusterfuck we're unpacking here. Tony, feeling bad for losing control in the bunker, would basically go "shit I fucked up but I also never want to see him again but he's an even bigger mess than I am, that's a whole lot to unpack so you know what? I'm just throwing out the suitcase entirely here, have all the resources for support and help and if I ever see you again, it'll be too soon".

...to sum up, it's messy af. SI Legal would feature heavily because his particular case means he needs a team of lawyers, what with the 'former POW who's trying to recover from All The Trauma' thing, and the 'so I literally was just trying to buy some damn groceries when you guys dragged me into this', and Tony basically went "hey, so if anyone wants to help him, uh, I kinda have some interest in this one. Fair warning, dude probably killed Kennedy while mind-controlled, with our luck".

And along the way, there'd also be some of that one subplot I'd cut due to pacing issues: specifically, the one dealing with prosthetics.

Remember how Miriam Sharpe said her son would never walk again? Yeah, we'd be revisiting that: her family'd get a letter or something inviting them for clinical trials, and meet Rhodey in passing as he's using his own leg braces to get around because he's still healing. Bucky would get a few design offers for a free replacement for his arm, and it'd probably end up being a collab with Wakanda because T'Challa feels bad for his role in that mess as well.

So Team Cap would be seeing this, seeing how everyone's acting and reacting, and the way one of their own is getting all the help and support Stark Industries has to offer and realizing that yeah, they messed up. Big time.

...depending on my salt levels and how close we're sticking to canon, I was thinking this'd go one of two ways.

Either they'd double down and just go "ugh, Tony is a supervillain and we can't do anything about it!" while TWiFFON marches on and then later go "...you mean he did it by accident?!", or...

Well, canon's proven character development and continuity isn't really in their writers' vocabulary. So my original idea of 'they're forced to deal with the reality of the situation, acknowledge they messed up and slowly move on with their lives' would've been very unrealistic.

Again, most of this is intentionally vague, I had not been keen to tackle that mess in TWiFFON in the first place and the way things exploded on me means I really, really don't have the energy to do so now. Not when there's far better things I could do with my time, like mess around with AUs where people actually get along, or knit, or— well, the list goes on.

[ickymichi]

𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝.

a tendou satori x reader series.

✟ there’s always been the one rule every person who’s been in a band knows not to break, never mess around with your band mates. but Satori was sick of the groupies, sick of catching the bra’s and panties that were flung at him every night. he just wanted the one thing he couldn’t have.

✟ warnings: swearing, eventual smut, eventual angst(?), drug use, inappropriate themes, comedy.

✟ things to know: band au!, some timeskip careers mentioned, slow updates.

✟ if you’d like to be added to the taglist just send an ask! <3

✟ word count: 1.8k

✟ note: first actual chapter of this series! it’s nothing big but obviously i wanted to get something written for this series! but i hope you enjoy my dears! reblogs are greatly appreciated <3

all contents belongs to k1ttykawa 2021. please do not repost or modify on this or any other platform.

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The bright lights and screams from the small crowd in the underground venue was what brings you back down from the high you’re always on whenever you sit on the small bouncing stool behind the drum set on stages every second or third night. You heard Semi thanking everyone for coming and whatever shit he always says. Once you seen him bow and Tendou go to pick up the collection of bra’s and panties thrown on stage, you raised a hand and threw one of the drumsticks into the crowd, your own way of saying goodbye before making your way offstage. Semi and Tendou’s tall frames following behind, the same order as always.

The sweat was pouring out of you, tonight being more of a wilder one than the usual calm sets you’ve been having in bars or party’s recently. they were easy money, but they got boring after just a few hours. so all three of you were in desperate need of a night like tonight.

Turning the corner of the small, dark corridor to your dressing room for tonight you were met with the stench of weed, 3 different girls on the beat up leather couch, a rolled joint in one of the girls hands and white lines on a tray to the others left. Like always, you went straight to the showers to get the scent of sweat and fake smoke of you.

You really don’t know when but the cropped black tank top you had on was ripped down one side but your usual headband you sported every show was missing and it now became you new priority to track it down. “Satori! Where the fuck is my headband?” you stomped back out to see the wanted man desperately trying to pull the tight leather pants down his lanky legs. His head was whipped up to at the sound of your annoyed voice and then quickly darted his eyes over to the blonde that had previously rolled the joints and was now fawning over semi and his revealed tattoos. “oi” was all you muttered out behind her and holding out your empty hand—also noting some of your rings were gone. She turned her head to you with a scowl covering her features, which also revealed your missing accessory that caused your distress. “that’s her bandana and she’s quite obviously looking for it back,” Tendou quipped in making every one bar the girl laugh. After time, she untied it from the back and forcefully placed it back in your hand. Dramatically you held your arm, acting as if she pained you, tendou again laughing with you.

Finally you were able to hop into the shower and quickly get your self freshened and rub the accesses makeup off your eyes that was already smudged from your constant wiping, trying to stop the sweat dripping from your hairline.

“(y/n)!! please help me out of these, semisemi just keeps fucking laughing!” the peace and quiet you had was quickly interrupted by Tendou’s loud whining. “how the fuck am I not supposed to laugh when your walking around with them swinging around your ankles and your dick hanging out?” “what, Its out?!”

The large door separating the bathroom from the connected dressing room swung open and revealed Satori with his leathers pooled at his ankles and— surprising his dick not actually ‘hanging out’. “please help me sugartits, they’re fucking stuck even with my skinny ankles,” he hopped onto the counter and held his legs up for you to guide them off him. “well for starters, take your fucking shoes off!, and also I swear i saw these in the women’s section of some online store?” jokingly you shouted at him and moved to untie the doc martin’s around his feet. “yeah? You probably did, stole them from that chick that wouldn’t stop hanging off me last month,” both of you laughing at his silliness and falling into a comfortable silence.

The only noise was the voices off the others in the separate room and a recognisable Mötley Crüe song shaking the floor from the stage.

“what you think of tonight then?” the silence being broken by Satori like usual. “uhhh, it was definitely something but yeah, it was fun. Its nice to have a night like that every now and then, specially since we’ve just been in bars doing the same covers for the past two weeks. What about you huh?” he hummed, a noise of agreement showing he was listening, a habit you grew to learn. “I guess it was good fun yeah, although I didn’t appreciate nearly getting hit with a dildo within the first two songs. But I agree, it’s nice to do our own shit and not covers in a bar with a bunch of middle age boring shits. I think we’ve another show that’ll probably be like this again on Saturday.”

Saturday, today was Thursday so you’ve a nice day or two to just lie around, the other probably filled with travelling and setting up.

After about 10 minutes you had unlaced both his boots and chucked them onto the floor and not too long later his ‘borrowed’ pants joined them. “thanks chicken, lifesaver as always,” he pulled you into an embrace with one arm before leaving to find his spare clothes in the other room. He did always have the weirdest nicknames.

The night bled into the early hours of the morning, Semi and Tendou both getting their share of the girls there while you kicked your feet up, sparking up a conversation and passing the joints with your friend Taichi who was also your ‘manager’, he wasn’t really he just acted like it when venues would ask important questions and tagged along for the free show and nights at different clubs.

He was also the one who suggested you start moving to the motel down the street for the night before the venue boots you all out. Quickly you agreed, not fancying seeing any more glimpses of your friends and strangers body parts. Obviously the girls whined to the boys, asking if they could come, saying it’s dangerous for girls to walk home alone at night, “sorry ladies, but we’ll be sharing a bed tonight and I don’t fancy getting an unwanted facial on a Thursday night,” you butted into their persuasive conversation by wrapping an arm around the boys from the back of the couch and giving a friendly smile.

By the time you all got your equipment packed away and into the van it was nearing 4:30 in the morning and you, quite literally we’re going to fall into the bed. It wasn’t the nicest of places but you were just spending tonight and the next two there, unless you decided to go out after the shows and find some rando’s condo to spend the night in. All three of you pushed your way into the small room trying to get the edges of the double bed. And it wasn’t easy trying to squeeze through two 6’2 lean men, resulting in you again stuck in the middle of them staring at the blank roof, desperately waiting for the sun to rise so you could find some place to get food and away from the mess of limbs under the covers.

When you did wake up it felt like you’d only slept for two hours, when in reality it had been about 10. The afternoon sun melting through the old curtains and falling into your pillow. As you moved to see what had finally woke you from the deep sleep you saw Semi at the small table, his guitar resting on his knees and his worn, nimble fingers scribbling words on his notebook he kept for when lyrics would come to him.

“mornin’ early bird,” all you could let out was a groan, your mind still coming to its senses. “there’s food n’ shit there Satori went out to get it, we was the first up, surprisingly,” he breathed out the last remark before moving to pick up the red pencil and get back to writing lyrics before they left his head.

The food that Tendou got was still warm so he must’ve of been up long before you anyway. “where is he?” “beats me, probably wandering round like always,” quickly he responded and took the pic from between his teeth and started strumming a tune while humming, what you were guessing, was the lyrics on the page.

Letting your curiosity get the better of you, you pulled your phone from where it was connected to the wall by the charger and found Satori’s contact and pressed the call icon, moving away from the sound of Eita and his guitar you went to go outside and sit on the bench outside your rooms window.

“hello, hello,” his ever cheerful voice filled the speakers of your phone that was wedged between your shoulder and ear. “hey, I was just calling to see where you are that’s all,” you piped up when he went quiet, tutting when you realised you were out of cigarettes. “oh you know, just out sightseeing ‘tis all,” “cool cool, well i’m going to the store now you need anything?” he hummed into the phone, indicating that he was thinking of something he needed. “just cigs I guess and get me that drink I like while there, i’ll pay you later,” bidding him goodbye as the small shop on the corner came into view you slipped your phone into your sweatpants pocket and walked to the back where they kept the energy drinks.

Exiting the shop with everything you needed you walked to make your way back till you saw a familiar head of red locks across the street and quickly, but quietly made your way to his figure.

Sneaking up behind him and wrapping your arms around his middle, feeling his ribs press into your arms, something you’ve noted recently. He sucked air into his lungs and jumped slightly before laughing with you. “here you go your highness,” was how you greeted him and chucked him his requested items. “thanks muffincake, i’ll pay you back later I swear,” you scoffed and shook his offer off, suggesting you stroll around the city until Semi called either of you to ‘get your sorry asses back to the room’.

Your stroll progressed into a very long walk and by the time Satori suggested you head back with an arm around your shoulder it was already dark, the night life staring to come out of hiding. eyeing a club across the street you thought might be a good shout to visit in case you three got bored tonight, making a mental note of its location.

“Didn’t Semisemi say we need to go over the set list again cause, someone, messed up last night,” a sing-song voice dragged you out of your club browsing and brought a scowl to your face. “excuse me, you’re the one who told me we were doing ‘nasty’ after the interlude, prick,” he pulled his chin up and started to ‘think’ about your accusation before loudly dubbing it false; “nope, I don’t recall doing such a thing. I could never, but if it boots your already sky high ego then, of course I did my dearest apologies baby cakes,” “do you ever shut up,” “when i’m face first in pus-” “Don’t even!”

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[jajanvm-imbi]

Headcanons of Krel living on earth because he’s my favorite and I love him and I haven’t seen anyone do this yet so I feel like I have to

^^^^^because of this very moment I love the idea of Mary and Darci befriending Krel.

Since Aja,Vex and Eli went back to Akaridion-5, Mother was destroyed, and Claire was busy with Trollhunting stuff, earth gets pretty lonely. So Mary and Darci adopt him into their friend group. 

At first Krel was a little apprehensive to joining their friend group, but he quickly warmed up to it because, he, being Krel, loves the attention.

like I can totally see Mary and Darci taking Krel to like a mall or something and doing those like teen romcom movie shopping montages where he goes into a changing room and the girls judge the outfit until they find the perfect one.

I personally believe Krel would adopt a soft boy look, with like oversized button ups and t shirts tucked into jeans, but thats just me.

anyway, because he’s friends with Mary and Darci, Krel has a new found social popularity in Arcadia.

because of this, Krel would prolly get nominated for Spring Fling king and shit

I would say Krel wouldn’t really care about being nominated, but seeing how he cared so much about the science fair and the Battle of the Bands, he would definitely care

Steve is conflicted because he wants to be Spring Fling King, but he can’t mess with Krel like he did with Jim and Eli cause Krel is his girlfriend’s brother 

Krel notices this and takes advantage of it to mess with Steve and actually tries to win.

like Krel would just dominate the contests, and his theme presentation would be the flashiest and most appealing and people would just generally like him, and that would really worry Steve

like Krel, with four arms would be really good at the Touch-a-Truck-athon or whatever its called.

Krel would prolly let Steve win anyway because watching Steve squirm and freak out over prolly losing the crown and not being able to do anything about it cause he's Aja's brother is much better than any highschool dance crown

also the school 100% asks Krel to DJ future dances and events to save money, and Krel absolutely loves it

He would also definitely do the school play. Seeing how much he enjoyed being in Toby and Eli's short film, and again, he loves the attention, he would totally be down 

Also it would just be another chance to mess with Steve to be the lead. 

Because of this, Ms. Janeth would do another Shakespearean play, but do one of those modern renditions. Like it's the same play just in a modern setting, to take advantage of Krel's Akaridion form like they did with Jim's armor. 

If not in the play he would do stage crew/tech.

Like he would create elaborate settings for them using A5 tech and Ms. Janeth would adore it 

moving on, because home life is pretty lonely with just the Lucy and Ricky for company, Krel loves to host his friends for parties and sleepovers and whatever

and since Krel lives in the coolest house on the block, they love coming over

He hosts girl’s night every other week with Mary, Darci, and Clarie (becauuse she deserves a fucking break) 

since we’ve all agreed that Krel is 100% a gaylien, I love the idea that he casually comes out during a girls night

like Mary would be like “So Krel, are there any girls you like?” and Krel’s just like, “*snort* Girls? Who ever said I like girls?” and the others are like “….....?“ and Krel just rolls his eyes and says "I like boys, ladies” and they’re like “ooooohhhh, okay. Cool.”

So now they spend girls night talking about boys. Claire and Darci about their mans and Mary and Krel about cute boys.

One day the girls give Krel a little rainbow pin and Krel’s just like “what’s this?” And the girls tell him that it’s an earth symbol for the gays and he’s like “theres a symbol for that here? I didnt think it was that big of a deal. On A5 it’s pretty normal” and the girls explain why theres a symbol and he’s like “oh shoot wow, thanks" and he put it on his backpack.

He’s pretty confused the first time someone is homophobic towards him cause like that kind if behavior doesnt happen on A5 and hes just like, “why does this bother you? I hardly know you” and just brushes it off. Its doesnt really bother him, mainly cause he doesnt know the earth insults towards gay people so he doesn’t even realize, but if the girls (or Toby, or even Steve, too) catch anyone being homophobic towards their friend they will attack that asshole on sight. Especially Mary and Steve

Random person on the street: Ha, *slur*

Marry: WHAT DID YOU SAY TO HIM BITCH???

Krel: Marry its fine, it’s not that big of a dealoHSEKLOSANDGAYLENMARYGETOFFOFHIM

Marry: SAY IT AGAIN ASSHAT, I D A R E YOU

Claire and Darci: *trying to hold Mary back* maRY NO

Steve: THATS MY NINJA KICKING SPACE ANGEL GIRLFRIEND'S BROTHER BUTTSNACK I'LL END YOU

Toby: *now chasing after Steve to stop him* stEVE NO

Mary would 100% find out who the rando is and destroy their life on social media. Like she would leak their job, phone number, email, school/college (if applicable) to her thousands of followers and absolutely ruin them with no remorse. And honestly, good for her

Also whilst on the subject, Krel can not drive or cook for 2 reasons: 1. Hes gay and 2. He’s a prince so he’s never had to do either before

Like he can obviously do math but that’s it.

Proof? That one scene in Wizards when Douxie had him drive the airship. You know the one.

Coach Lawrence refuses to get in a car with him at Drivers Ed after the 3rd day Krel shows up.

Krel gets addicted to sugary coffee shop-esc drinks thanks to Darci. Not coffee cause we saw in 3Below Part 1 that he doesnt like coffee, but refreshers, coolattas, frappuccinos etc…? Definitely.

As for warm drinks, he’s more of a tea person.

Moving on

He face calls Aja everyday because he really misses her

He tells her all about school and his friends and whatever and Aja tells him about the changes she’s making to the A5 government

Thanks to the wormhole they visit each other often. Sometimes Steve tags along cause he misses his ninja kicking space queen angel girlfriend. (And Eli, but that's also for another post)

They take turns housing Luug.

Krel genuinely loves it on earth, but he hates the primitive technology so he begs Aja to send him supplies and materials for his projects. 

He would 10000% apply to HexTech for an after school job. Seeing his reaction to HT in Wizards and the fact that “Akaridion tech and magic are so compatible”, he would be the perfect addition to the HT staff. 

The Wizards wouldn’t be sure at first but after he shows them A5 tech and Douxie’s email of recommendation about the time loop thing they made together, the wizards are like “oh yeah we definitely keeping this kid. This is going to be so much fun.”

Their inventions become more and more extravagant because Krel can and he's just extra and the wizards love it.

He would definitely find a way to use magic using A5 tech. But he would have to study magic in order to figure out how, so the wizards help him learn all about magic. And since he's learned everything there is to learn about science and technology and whatever, he's super excited to learn about something completely different and interesting. The wizards are happy to teach him. He would be the first Akaridion to learn and use magic

Like he would make his own staff with his serrator and everything. He's like "earn a staff? Nah fuck that going to make my own"

Speaking of which he really likes human swear words. But he doesnt know when it is and isn't inappropriate to say these swear words so he's gotten in trouble a few times for swearing at the wrong time

For example:

Ms. Janeth: excuse me Mr. Tarron?

Krel: what the fuck do you want?

Everyone in the room: krEL NO

Anyway, back to Krel at HT, thanks to Toby, he would definitely have a bowl of candy in his little lab. More like multiple jars of different candy just scattered around the room. Small candy like fun sized chocolate and skittles and jelly beans and whatever

And a mini fridge, of course.

Steve, Toby and Arrrgh come over to the lab alot to mess around.

Toby has a lot of sci-fi requests for Krel to make

Toby: do you think you can make a shrink ray? Laser blasters? Invisible ray? My own hoverboard? My own serrator *gASP* WITH A WARHAMMER SETTING???? WITH SPACE ARMOR TO MATCH???!!!???!

Krel: Toby you already have a warhammer and armor why do you need more?

Toby: I dont have a space warhammer and armor Krel!!!!!!

Going back to school life, I feel like Krel would take an interest in Spanish class. I mean, his human form is latino and in Trollhunters (I'm pretty sure the lightning in a bottle episode) he said "Si" in response to a question someone asked him, so I feel like he would like to learn another human language. 

I also feel like he would just like to learn about Latin American culture in general since Mother gave him that form. He'd like to get in touch with his human self. 

Claire (when she isnt busy Trollhunting with Jim and the gang) is happy help him learn about Latin American culture and help him with his Spanish. 

Krel, being a fast learner, becomes fluent quickly with a perfect accent. 

Señor Uhl, who already liked the Tarrons to begin with, would really appreciate this. 

Claire's dad would also appreciate this.

Since he has such a fascination with human music, Krel would especially love Latin American music. Specifically reggaeton, since its kind of like techno music in a way and he already likes techno music.

And naturally, he learns to dance. All the styles of latin american dances. And he becomes quite the favorite on the dance floor.

He and Claire become great dance partners cause they both have the natural Latino rhythm and because Jim respects and trusts his girlfriend he doesnt mind them dancing together at parties and stuff

Although, Jim does ask for dance help at some point cause it looks like fun and he wants to dance with his beautiful talented incredible amazing gf and Krel is happy to teach him and anyone else who wants dance help. 

GUITAR LESSONS with Douxie cause in 3Below Krel said he really wanted to learn how to play guitar, steals Shannon’s guitar from the bonfire and is seen multiple times strumming it throughout the series. So of course this is included.

Toby introduces Krel to YouTube and Krel instantly makes his own channel.

of course his channel is called DJ Kleb and he posts his tracks and remixes. and maybe even some vlogs

its a little slow at first, only Arcadia Oaks students are subscribed to it but Mary blows it up by posting one of Krel’s tracks on her own social media and now he has thousands of subscribers

he also gained other forms of social media like Instagram and Tiktok, platforms to post his music

At this point every girl in school wants to be friends with Krel but not in the toxic GBF (gay best friend) way, girls just genuinely think he's 10x more interesting than every other boy in Arcadia Oaks

I think that's it for now sorry this is really long I just really love Krel and I had so many ideas. Feel free to add on!!

[kpopsinsandwins]

Sharing is Caring Pt. 4

Pt. 1 , Pt. 2 , Pt. 3

Member: Jeno

Genre: Smut

Word count: 4k

Summary: Jeno had been watching you for a while now. Ever since Renjun and Jaemin got their turn with you, he’s been wanting to some of you to himself as well. You happened to notice this, only because he wasn’t as sneaky at looking at you as he though he was. You teased him and made him want you even more so, what happens now that you and your four friends throw a party in your shared apartment? Jeno can’t seem to keep his eyes off of you and you don’t think you want him to. You think you want more, actually, and that’s exactly what he gives you.

A/N: His blond hair is a BIG factor in this, just letting y’all know. When I first saw those pictures of him with his new blond hair and hairdo with the pink silk suit I died a little so obviously I’ve been waiting to write about it. It just makes me feel some type of way. 

It had been some time since you and the boys had a party in the apartment. This was mostly due to the fact that Hyuck could never control how much he drank and he always ended up fucking a random person in someone else’s bed. This was sure to happen the next time you threw a party but then you remembered, Hyuck has been all over you for the past month trying to get into your pants so this would mean he’d try to get with you during the party, meaning no mystery fuck in someone else’s bed. You pulled the boys aside one night while Hyuck was in the shower doing God knows what, to tell them of this brilliant plan of yours. 

“So what you’re saying,” Jeno began, “is now that Hyuck wants a piece of you, there’s no way he’s going to go after a rando when we throw our next party and fuck them in my bed for the billionth time?”

“Exactly!” you said to the boy, happy that he understood your plan so fast. Or so you thought.

“So, you’re gonna fuck him in order to have a party?” he said, not believing the words that just came out of his mouth.

“God, no,” you said. “I just don’t want him making a sticky mess in someone else’s sheets again and I think this is the perfect opportunity to have a party and not let that happen.”

“I mean, it is a pretty solid plan,” Jaemin said to Jeno.

“I guess we could throw a party,” Jeno said with a sigh. You gave him a big smile and hugged him tightly as a thank you for agreeing to the plan.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you,” you said fast while squeezing him in a hug full of love.

“Yeah, no problem, but, if he does end up in someone else’s bed, you’re cleaning it up,” he said sternly.

“Yeah, yeah, no problem cause it won’t happen,” you said back to him, already losing interest in what he was saying.

“I guess we better buy the drinks and snacks,” Renjun said.

“And set a date,” Jaemin added.

“And tell Hyuck,” you sighed.

You all collectively agreed to have the party the following weekend, giving everyone you were inviting enough time to make up an excuse as to why they wouldn’t be going into work or class the following Monday. It was 10 PM and the five of you sat in the living room, thinking of things you’d need to buy during the week to get ready for the party. Everyone was in their pajamas, ready to let the sweet waves of slumber consume them but you knew that if you didn’t set up a group meeting to discuss the party, nothing would get done. You were wearing your usual pajamas, a long baggy shirt and shorts that barely showed at the bottom hem of your shirt. Nothing special, really, but you knew it drove them wild. You couldn’t help but notice a pair of eyes following your every move as the discussion went on. 

Jeno was sitting in the lounge chair across from your seat on the couch, just reclined enough to see down your shirt as you leaned over to grab your cup off the coffee table. You hadn’t noticed this at first, but as time went on you could feel your skin burn as if someone was watching you, and you were right. You had caught Jeno staring at you when the discussion went to him but he hadn’t said anything. You, being the organized person you are, looked over at Jeno to let him know it was his turn to speak, only to find a very concentrated face. His eyebrows were up, his bottom lip stuck between his teeth, and his eyes glued to your body. You looked down to see just exactly he was looking at and you couldn’t help but notice the dip in your shirt, showing him your bra less chest. Your eyes went wide and your face turned red but you tried to act cool as you yelled to get his attention.

“Hey, Jeno,” you said to him, snapping your fingers at him as well. He quickly left his daydream and was back to reality.

“Yeah, what’s up?” he said, a little too loud and obviously lost.

“It’s your turn to talk,” you said back to him.

“Ah, right. Sorry about that,” he said softly. As he spoke, you couldn’t help but think of a way to punish him for eyeing you the way he did. By the time he was done talking and the next person began on their subject, you had thought of something that would really rile him up. 

You looked over to Jeno, trying to get his attention away from Renjun and his concern for rings on the wooden furniture, and not too long after you looked at him he looked right back. You gave him a smirk and made sure he saw your hand run along the inside of your thigh, getting close but not directly to the spot he wanted to be at the most in that moment. He lifted his eyebrow to you and tilted his head while smirking, obviously picking up what he thought you were putting down. You trailed your hand up from your leg over your chest, making sure to give your breast a quick squeeze before moving your hand up to your neck. As you slowly wrapped your fingers around you neck, you saw Jeno having a difficult time sitting still in his seat. You had him right where you wanted him, hard and needy. Just as you were about to tease him even more, Renjun brought you back to the conversation regarding the party.

“Anything else you want to add, Y/n?” he asked. All eyes were now on you so you played off the whole choking yourself by scratching your neck.

“Uh, nothing in particular,” you said back.

“Alright, I guess we’re done here,” Renjun said, getting up from his seat and heading off to bed. You looked over to Jeno who had his head in his hands, probably thinking about how he was going to get up without everyone seeing how excruciatingly hard he was. You got up from your seat and said goodnight to everyone while you headed to your room, leaving a frustrated Jeno to himself in the process. 

The weekend was finally upon you all and the only thing on your mind was the party going down in less than 1 hour. The apartment was all set up and ready for a bunch of college students who could possibly destroy anything unattended or left out by accident. You had been waiting to wear a specific outfit and you couldn’t think of a better time to wear it than tonight, the night that will have tons of boys to appreciate it. As you got ready in your room you heard a knock on your door.

“Yeah, who is it?” you asked from the other side of the room.

“It’s Jeamin. Do you know where Renjun and Jeno are?” he asked you, obviously worried with their whereabouts because there could be people knocking on your door any minute. 

“Uh, yeah. They said they were doing some last minute stuff and that they might be late,” you yelled back to him, too distracted with putting your mascara on to go into more depth with the conversation. You took a step back from the mirror and admired your reflection, looking yourself up and down and wondering how anyone would be able to resist you. Your tight, low cut, navy blue dress was sure to catch a few eyes and you couldn’t wait to see whose eyes these were. You exited your room, closing the door and putting a do not disturb sign on it as you made your way into the living room. 

“Damn, Y/n,” Jaemin said from the lounge chair, “you look really good. Why don’t we just start the party shenanigans a little early,” he said with a wink.

“Ay, man, you had a round already if anyone’s getting into any shenanigans with her right now, it’s me,” Hyuck said back to him.

Just as you were about to tell both boys you wouldn’t be doing anything of the sort this early in the night, you heard a lot of loud talking down the hall outside your front door. 

“As much as I would love to fuck both of you right now,” you said sarcastically while rolling your eyes, “we have party guests to let in.” You turned towards the door as you heard a knock and made your way to open it. As you let everyone in, one of the boys turned the volume of the music up, signalling that the party had begun. 

It was probably an hour since people started arriving but there was still no sign of Renjun or Jeno. You asked Jaemin to call them and he said they were on their way but that was 45 minutes ago. You didn’t want to worry about them the whole night so instead you went to the kitchen and grabbed yourself a drink. You let your body rest against the cold kitchen counter and watched the people dancing and hanging out. Just as you were finally letting your mind drift to somewhere that didn’t involve Jeno, the front door swung open, revealing a very well dressed Renjun and Jeno. Not only were they dressed well but they also had new hairdos. Renjun’s was a light brown, not too different from his dark brown from the day before. Jeno, on the other hand, had his natural black hair the last time you saw him so it was a big surprise seeing him walking through the door with blond hair. You couldn’t help but hold your breath as he made his way deeper into the apartment. He was saying hi to people and thanking people for making it when he saw you alone in the kitchen. His concentration was pulled away from the conversation he was having as he stared at you from across the room, taking his bottom lip between his teeth as he admired your choice of outfit. You couldn’t help but notice how he excused himself from his conversation and made his way through the crowd to get to the kitchen. 

“What’s a pretty lady like you doing all alone, huh?” he asked, taking this time to properly look you up and down, taking in the beauty that was your body. 

“Waiting for someone who’s worth talking to,” you said flatly. You weren’t going to let him know just how crazy he was making you feel with that pink silk suit and his new blond undercut. Not just yet.

“Am I worth talking to?” he asked while leaning his body against the counter beside you. You turned your head to look at him. His head was cocked to one side and his eyebrow was raised with curiosity. His face was just a few inches from yours and you could smell his cologne, intoxicating you more than the drink in your hand ever could have. All ability you had of hiding your desires was now gone and you knew this is exactly what he wanted based on the smirk that was growing on his lips. Your eyes flicked back and forth from his lips to his eyes, not knowing if you were going to lean in first or him. 

“Talking with you wasn’t really what I had in mind,” you said to him, “Maybe we could do something more fun with our mouths.” you winked at him before pushing your body off the counter and making your way through the crowd of people surrounding the kitchen entrance. You made your way to the closest door, not wanting to waste any time with this. Unfortunately for you, the closest door was to the bathroom. This didn’t seem like it bothered Jeno though as he quickly shoved you through the door and closed it behind him, locking it before grabbing your body and pushing it up against the wall. 

His lips quickly found their way to yours and his hands didn’t hesitate to harshly grab at your hips, pushing his into yours. As the room got hot from both of your heavy breaths, Jeno’s hands found their way to the lower part of your body, gripping it tightly in his arms as he lifted you up and turned you around to set you down on the sink. Your tight dress was riding up your thighs, leaving little to Jeno’s imagination. The sight was driving him crazy and you could tell by the way his hard member was poking at your thigh as he nibbled at your neck. The loud music made it easy to hide your moans and whimpers from those outside as Jeno’s lips sucked on the soft skin of your neck, leaving marks that were sure to be noticed by everyone once you two were done fooling around. That thought quickly left your mind as you felt Jeno’s hand run up the side of your thigh, pushing your dress up even more, exposing your lace underwear to him. The sight of this caused him to groan and bite his lip. His eyes were full of lust as they made contact with yours. His gaze told you just how much he wanted you in that moment, so strong it had you whining and begging him to touch you. 

“Please, Jeno,” you whispered to him, grabbing the hand that laid on your thigh and guiding it closer to the place between your legs that ached for his touch. 

“Fuck, you’re so hot when you beg,” he whispered back to you before reattaching his lips to yours and happily pushing his hand further up your leg to hook his fingers under your lace underwear. He pulled them down your legs not caring if he ripped the delicate fabric, but just as he was about to glide his fingers through your glistening folds there was a pounding at the bathroom door, startling the both of you. You quickly jumped down from the sink and shot Jeno a look to ask who should ask who was there. He hesitated as he talked to the person on the other side.

“W-whose there?” he said.

“It’s Hyuck. I don’t feel too good so it would be really great if you got out so I could throw up in the toilet and not on your bed,” he said, threatening to ruin perfectly good sheets if he didn’t get his way. Jeno gave you an apologetic look to you as his hand went for the door knob, letting Hyuck in so he wouldn’t have to throw away another brand new set of bed sheets. As soon as he opened the door, Hyuck ran towards the toilet lifting the lid and waiting for the poison he so happily put in his body fight its way out of him. 

“I’m just gonna- I’m gonna go back to the party,” you awkwardly said to Jeno. “You good to take care of him?” you asked.

“Yeah, yeah. Don’t worry about it. I’ll put him to bed when he’s done,” he said squatting down to pat Hyuck’s back. You turned to leave the bathroom and closed the door as you made your way back to the party. The rest of the night was not nearly as fun as the small time you spent with Jeno but you had a couple drinks and tried to have fun despite not seeing Jeno for the rest of the night. As soon as the last few people walked out the door, you made your way to your room, pulling off your dress as soon as you walked in and grabbing a big shirt off the floor, not caring whose it was or if it was clean. You dropped onto your bed and let your heavy eyelids close. You didn’t think you had gone to sleep but the next thing you remember is waking up at 4 AM with a mouth drier than the desert. You got out of bed and made your way to the kitchen to get a glass of water, trying your best not to make too much noise. 

You tiptoed down the hall, trying your best not to step on the creaky floorboards. You grabbed your water and chugged it like you had just gotten back from being stranded in the driest part of the world. You let out a sigh and as you turned around to go back to bed you saw Jeno leaning against the wall across from the kitchen.

“Jesus, don’t sneak up on me like that,” you whispered to him.

“Sorry, I just couldn’t sleep and I heard you get up so I thought I’d bug you until I felt tired, if your not tired,” he said in a way that was like a question, asking you if it was alright to keep you up with his company. 

“Sure, why not? It’s not like I have anything better to do at 4 AM,” you said while jumping up on the counter to sit. He walked closer to you but still kept to the wall, leaning against it like if he were to stop touching it he wouldn’t be able to stand up on his own. His eyes stayed glued to your body and neither one of you said a word. You sipped on your water and watched as he pushed himself off the wall and over to the counter. He leaned on the counter with his elbow and faced you. You put your cup down and cleared your throat, ready to talk about the elephant in the room. 

“So,” you both said at the same time. Jeno smiled at this and you smiled because there’s no one on the planet that wouldn’t smile after seeing Jeno Lee smile. You looked into his eyes and nodded your head, giving him permission to speak before you. 

“About earlier, I’m sorry I just left you to take care of Hyuck,” he said. That was not what you were expecting to hear at all. You would’ve done the same thing if it was the other way around. 

“It’s all good. I mean, I would’ve done the same thing so I can’t be too mad,” you said to him, looking at the floor below you. Your eyes drifted off the floor to your exposed legs. You had forgotten that you were sitting up on the counter with just a shirt and underwear on. You became self conscious and aware so you tried to pull them hem down your thighs as much as it would go. Jeno hadn’t said anything in return so you turned to look at him and he was just staring at you with a smile on his face.

“You’re really worried about if I can see your underwear when we were about to fuck in the bathroom earlier?” he laughed, suddenly not scared to bring up what had happened. You felt the heat rise in your face as you became embarrassed at the realization of what he said. You gripped the hem of your shirt tightly and looked back to the floor to avoid his eyes.

“I guess you have a point,” you said with a small laugh. You looked back up to him and he was looking back at you. The silence between you two was a little awkward now so you decided to look away and let yourself slide off the counter to go back to bed but before your feet touched the floor Jeno quickly made his way to you and held your hips down to have you stay where you were.

“Please don’t leave yet,” he whispered. Your could feel your heart beating out of your chest as he held your hips in place and from how you knew this was his way of asking for a second chance with you. You just lightly nodded your head and ran your hand up his arm. The next thing you knew Jeno was leaning in and kissing you. His lips moved slower than earlier like he didn’t want to fuck up this time. Your lips moved with his as you felt his hand slide down from your hip to your thigh and slowly making its way up your long shirt. You didn’t mind how slow he was taking it this time but you just really wanted him already so you brought your hands to the front of his sweats and did what you knew would get him to fuck you already. You heard a hard inhale from him as your hand came into contact with his hardening member. His breathing got heavy and his lips started moving faster, letting you know you were right about this getting him needier for you. His hand slid up your thigh and under the fabric of your underwear on your hip, pulling it down and off your body. You took it upon yourself to pull his sweats down and release his hardened member, giving him the opportunity to make the move he couldn’t earlier in the night. He grabbed himself and closed his eyes for a second, bringing his head down. He looked up at you and you nodded your head to tell him you wanted him just as much as he wanted you and for him to do what he wanted with you already. He brought his member to your entrance and slowly pushed in. Both of you exhaled the breath you had been holding in as you both finally felt pleasure. His hips started moving fast so you hooked your legs around his hips and let yourself fall back to the cold counter. His body was now leaning over yours and his lips were traveling wherever they found uncovered skin. Your hands were gripping his hair tight and you were biting your lip, trying hard not to make too much noise since the others were still sleeping. Jeno’s mouth on your neck wasn’t making his grunts and low moans quiet enough as he continuously rocked his hips into you so you brought your hands to his face and lifted it to yours, connecting your lips to his. Both of your breathing was heavy and you were getting closer with every passing second, causing your walls to tighten and make Jeno moan more. His small noises brought you pleasure knowing you were making him feel this good. Soon enough your walls tightened to their limit as you were brought to your climax, causing Jeno to reach his high as well. His hips slowed down as his took your lip between your teeth, exhaling with a low groan. Your lips parted with one last kiss as he brought his face away from yours to look in your eyes.

“You don’t know how long I’ve been wanting to do that,” he said, still trying to catch his breath. You smiled and rolled your eyes playfully as you pulled your back from the counter. Jeno pulled his sweats back up and picked you up off the counter. Your legs were still wrapped around him as he turned to the hallway and carried you to his room. You left kisses on his neck as he laid you down on his bed and he wrapped you in his arms. The both of you drifted off into sleep and didn’t wake up until there was a loud banging on the door and the voice of none other than Jaemin yelling Jeno’s name. 

“Jeno Lee, you piece of shit! I said NO FUCKING IN THE KITCHEN!” Jeno laughed and rolled his eyes as he got out of bed, fully aware of the consequences of his and yours actions but not caring too much because all he said as he opened the door to Jaemin’s angry face was, “Worth it.”

A/N: Sorry this took so long to finish. I’ve been so busy with work and before it was work and school so I was just always dead and never wanted to write but I finally finished it and I hope you guys can forgive me for torturing you with waiting so long. 

[itsakpopalypse]

Jang Wooyoung/Ace (VAV)  Astrology Ask: Romantic breakdown

@excindrela requested “Hi Rael! Would you please do astrology for Ace from VAV”

A/n Of course ! I am going to assume you would like it to be the same question as the previous one’s I have done (I hope so cause that’s what I did.)

I am pretty new to the Vamp world so this is based almost ENTIRELY off the chart itself, as I am still learning!

Thank you and I hope you enjoy!!!

He pretty pretty wow

Okay first of all I’d like to note that his chart is SO Virgo and Capricorn

honestly there is a ton of earth in general and we will tlak about what that means as we go along ,it’s just an interesting fact.

his 3 big signs are 

rising scorpio , virgo sun and virgo moon

now I have had a few Idols I have looked through with this type of placement and it makes sense

Virgos are pretty perfectionist

attention to detail

workaholics

so yeah

anyway now the romance stuff

Scorpio rising

this is going to sound a bit like a broken record but I will try to make it cute

Scorpios are SEXY MYSTERIOUS COOL

or at least that is how they like to come off (inside they are emotional beans with many feelings who just want to be loved okay)

might seem a bit quiet, but they generally just don’t speak unless they have something noteworthy to say

if they do though

buckle up it’s going to be so deep 

so when you first meet he is like “Sexy cool tough guy” and you will want to unwrap that 

ask him questions that’s all it really takes. 

They are inquisitive by nature. 

if he likes you though, and it’s pretty new still, he won’t pursue it. 

it’s going to be careful thoughtful steps

that’s amplified since his sun and moon are Virgo and they do not do well with failure 

so he might pick you apart and try to figure you out like a puzzle

will ask a ton of questions that make you ponder if you even know yourself

like why do you need to know about that time that i fell out of a tree when i was 12 dude, we were talking about dinner or smth

Virgos can seem a little harsh so even if he likes you he may end up saying something that is a bit mean?

not intentionally it’s just they are basically all mothers

so it’s “worry worry worry”

and you’ll be like… it’s not gonna rain I don’t need 72 umbrellas and a rain poncho

but that’s how he would show he cared.

probably hella healthy

and organized

likes to look nice and be put together and wants to help you achieve that too

so if he is trying to impress you he may buy you some sensible item or get you food and drink if he thinks you’re neglecting your health

what a sweet man oml

probably an angel in human skin

listen, in moon, Virgo means a more intense version of the same things from the sun, but it also means he is low key  NEEDING AFFECTION

he won’t ask you for it

probably will just try to reinforce the behavior with positive encouragement if you do it

“I love it when you sit in my lap”

“It’s nice when you cuddle with me”

things like that 

but if you fall asleep on him watching a movie he will probably literally implode in an emotional breakdown

what if they are cold

should i ask someone for a blanket

they could get a neck cramp like this oh no

he is  S T R E S S E D inside

Really protective really caring really concerned

someone take the load off this poor dude

mercury in Leo, so his communication is very persuasive

If he likes you 

he is gonna FLIRT HIS ASS OFF

it may be in the very Vigo way,

but listen

compliments that might sound a little backhanded are likely his source 

and if he realized it hurt your feelings he will be very upset and SMOTHER YOU in real ones

is very honest

is fine and he knows it

like will get dressed up and you’ll be like “Wow you look handsome”

and he is like yeah. i know. what a gift I am , to you rn

you’re welcome

Venus in Virgo

I wasn’t kidding about this earthy damn chart

listen Virgos seem cold at first

but they are hugely warm hearted and care more than they wanna admit

their love language is acts of service

his confidence is not what it seems about who he is though

Virgos already are hard on themselves but 

Venus virgo means he is REALLY

going to doubt why you are with him

pls reassure him

he wants to make you floored enough to never leave 

he will try so hard

His mars is Gemini which indicates a preference for physical activity

which makes sense since Virgos need an outlet for all that nervous energy

N node is Sagittarius so he tends to be really adventurous

fun dates 

fun but still traditional

so maybe a picnic or a random beach day

he’ll have it perfectly planned but it’s a surprise for you

will probably not be  the MOST physically affectionate in initiating contact especially not in public

but

if you initiate it , he will feel like he owns the whole world

but will probably tsundere it

“Oh i see, you just have to hold my hand cause you are scared right?”

“Did you miss me that much? I suppose you can cling to me for comfort if you have to.

Do not believe him you have already melted him inside

18+ the moment you are waiting for we know it we are all sluts down here

ooof big oof

Alright listen

scorpio rising means KINKY

he wants to try so many things

probably owns a restraint set 

and maybe a plug set don’t at me

CONTROL

CONTROLING

DOM 

okay 

he has WAY too much Virgo to sub

maybe just maybe he will try it one time 

and if it’s within parameters he feels okay with he will even be okay with it on occasion

but remember

Virgos are all acts of service and with Sun, Moon, Venus, and Jupiter in Virgo??

I am praying for your pelvis

GOOD LUCK 

he has rules

he has no qualms with punishing you for breaking them

probably edges you until you are crying 

he wants to please and he WILL but you are gonna get it on his time not yours

ORAL

recieving and giving are gonna be ah-mazing and OOF the grunts while he does it

facefucking he's praising you

both ways are gonna make you Only hotter

loves to tell you what to do

likes to see you weak for him 

Wanna make him happy?

Beg.

on your knees

shit that’s hot

he will eat that shit up

and rewards will be bountiful

and he has it planned

Probably likes to watch you touch yourself

gets off on being fully clothed while you’re a mess

“Take that off too and spread your legs more”

Toys

Orgasm denial

“If you cum before I say to, you’re not allowed to cum for a week. 

aftercare is A++

has there ever been anyone better at aftercare than a Virgo?

no?

don’t think so

he had everything laid out so clean up was a snap 

and then rubbed all your sore muscles out with lotion and gentle hands

pulls you close and praises you for being so good

will feed you and give you water and probably has vitamins that are good for recovery

he wants you to be ready for the next few rounds 

A/N  I hope you enjoyed !!

again this is not really based off anything I know about him, but instead his chart itself.

I am working on your next request but today didn’t go as smoothly as I hoped, thank you for being patient!!!

Requests are open and my Ask box is always open for any rando one off questions you may have!

[magictosomesciencetome]

TUPPERWARE SPOOKY PARTY DAY 4

Havve didn’t really know how to relax.

Sung liked planning vacations for everybody, and Havve got dragged along for the “fun”. And since they just moved to California, Sung decided a trip to Disneyland was in order.

Havve hated it.

There was no magic, it was all simple machinery, machinery that didn’t even function properly have the time.

Since it was the big new thing, they wound up in the new Star Wars land, taking in all the new experiences. As everyone else left to fly the Millennium Falcon, Havve ditched to sit down and take a break. And that’s when he noticed that he was getting a lot of looks. Nothing bad, he was used to being looked at, but then he noticed that there was someone really interested in him. Someone short. 

Oh.

A kid.

The brave little girl walked right up to the robot before her.

“Hi!”

“…HI.” Havve waved awkwardly at her.

“What’s your name?”

“HAVVE HOGAN.” He began scanning the crowd for her parents.

“My name is Susie! Are you a robot?”

“YES. SUS-”

“Woah!” Susie had wonder in her eyes. “Do you know Rey?”

“REY?”

“Nah you look too old. Did you know Luke Skywalker?” Susie looked Havve right in the eye.

“…YES.”

“Woooow! What are you doing here?”

“I’M. SCOUTING.”

“Scouting?”

“LOOKING FOR IMPORTANT PEOPLE.”

“Like who?”

“LIKE.” He looked amongst the crowd again. “YOUR PARENTS.”

“Oh! Could you help me find her Mr. Havve?”

Havve got down on his knee. “YES. WHERE DID YOU THEM LAST?”

“Uhhh, we were waiting in line and then I got bored and left.”

“LINE FOR WHAT?”

“The Millenium Falcon!!!”

“OH.”

“Can we fly it Mr. Havve?”

“NO, WE’RE GOING TO FIND YOUR PARENTS.”

“Lame…”

Havve extended his hand and Susie grabbed it. They walked off to the ride and seeing the wait, Havve talked to a cast member and they were able to squeeze through the line, looking for Susie’s parents.

“Havve, I can’t see anything!” Susie whined

“I’M SORRY.” He kept walking.

“Can I sit on your shoulders?”

“WHAT?”

“Can I sit on your shoulders?”

Havve looked at his shoulders. Sung made him file down his spikes a long time ago. 

“FINE. BE CAREFUL.” Havve lifted Susie up and put him on his shoulders, carefully between his shoulder pads.

They continued on until they got towards the end of the line and they met some familiar faces.

“Hey! Havve! Over here!” Sung shouted.

Havve shoved his way over with Susie.

“Wooah, are these your friends Mr. Havve.” Susie looked amazed.

“Man, ya ditched us to steal a kid?” Meouch asked.

“NO.” Havve paused for a moment to think. “WE ARE SCOUTS LOOKING FOR SUSIE’S PARENT’S, ISN’T THAT RIGHT DOCTOR?”

“What are you-” Meouch was cut off by the doctor.

“Yes! You are correct Havve Hogan!” He put on his big dumb dramatic voice. “And we are here to…” He looked to Phobos who signed something back quickly. “To collect credits to continue our expedition here on Batuu!”

Phobos gave him a thumbs up.

“Ooooh! Yeah we are!” Meouch finally got it.

“Susie!” Sung outstretched a hand to her. “Are you ready to fly into the reaches of space to reconnect with your long lost parents?”

“How many in your party?” The cast member asked Phobos, the only one paying attention.

He held up five fingers.

“Ok. Any single riders?”

One guy walked up very hesitantly.

“Alright, you guys are purple group, and here are your roles.” The cast member gave them all purple cards. “Listen for your group to be called.” And they were sent into the waiting room.

“Woah! Havve let me down!” Susie yelled.

Havve knelt down and let Susie slide down. She grabbed his hand dragged him around, showing and explaining all the references in the room to him until Sung meandered over.

“Hey Susie, what position do you want?” Sung asked.

“I want me and Havve to fly!” Susie said.

Havve was surprised, partially because he forgot he was going on a ride.

“It will be done! Here is my flying card!” He gave Susie his left pilot card. “And in return I will become!” Susie handed him her card. “An engineer! Havve which one do you have?”

He looked at his card. “RIGHT PILOT.”

“Ah perfect!” Sung said.

Another cast member called out “Purple Group!” and TWRP, Susie, and some rando went into the cockpit of the Millenium Falcon.

Havve and Susie flew, Phobos and Meouch shot lasers, and Sung and the rando pressed buttons in the back. It went pretty well! With only a few bumps (Havve helped Susie fly), they got one of the better endings.

As they left, Havve picked up Susie.

“DID YOU HAVE FUN?”

“Yeah!” She had a huge smile.

“I’VE ACTUALLY FLOWN IN SPACE BEFORE. YOU SHOW THE MARKINGS OF BEING A GREAT PILOT ONE DAY.”

“Really?” The wonder in her eyes continued to grow.

“REALLY.” And Havve put Susie back on her shoulders. “SUSIE?”

“Yeah?” She crossed her arms and was leaning on Havve’s head

“DO YOU WANT A DROID?”

“Yes!!!" 

"LET’S GET YOU ONE THEN.”

“Yay!!!”

Havve caught up with the rest of the group.

“EVERYONE. WE ARE GOING TO MAKE A DROID IF YOU WOULD LIKE TO COME ALONG. I THINK YOU SHOULD.”

“Yeah sure why not?” Sung said.

“Yup.”

Thumbs up.

Once Havve got Susie started on her droid, he went and whispered to Sung, and went back to helping Susie. By the end, she had built a black and white R2 unit with red accents.

“Look look!” She was pretty excited.

“THEY ARE PRETTY COOL.”

“I made it look like you!” She held it up for him to see.

“OH?” And then it was obvious to him. They shared the same three colors. “THANK YOU.”

“I want you to name them!” She handed the new droid to him. Havve looked at it and tilted his head. 

“HOW ABOUT S3-HV?”

“I love it!”

Havve handed S3-HV back to Susie, and she placed it on the pedestal, and it beeped to live. Havve then went around buying all the accessories Susie wanted for the new droid. As they checked out, Havve had S3-HV beep towards the entrance.

Havve tapped her shoulder. “SUSIE, I THINK S3-HV FOUND SOMEBODY.”

Susie turned around and saw her mom. Then she turned back around and hugged Havve.

“I knew you could find her! Thank you Havve!”

He got on his knees to give her a proper hug. “OF COURSE SPACE CADET. TAKE CARE OF S3-HV FOR ME OK?”

“I will!” She began to collect everything.

“BEFORE YOU GO…” Havve paused. “DO YOU MIND IF WE GET A PICTURE TOGETHER?” He asked.

“I love pictures!" 

Havve took out his phone, held S3-HV up behind them, and then took a selfie. 

"THANK YOU SUSIE. SEE YOU IN THE SKIES.” Havve handed her her new robot friend.

“Bye Havve!” She began running off to her mom.

Havve sat there and waved. “BYE SUSIE.”

[lenjaminmacbuttons]

tl;dr: I’m staying alive.

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Earlier this week, a student fell from the fourth floor of the BYU N. Eldon Tanner Building in what was later confirmed as a suicide attempt. She was taken to the emergency room in critical condition, and today it was released that she died in the hospital.

The entire campus is shaken. Long, heavy conversations on the topic have been the focus of several of my class periods. Faculty and other students are fervently reminding of and encouraging toward the many mental health and counseling options available to help us (but that, apparently, weren’t enough to save this student). For me, it’s been a jarring catalyst forcing me to examine my own experiences and relationships with suicide--the deaths of people around me, and the thoughts and ideation I’ve personally had.

I don’t know who this student was. I probably never met her--I might have passed her on campus, maybe even exchanged a “hello” or “i like your shirt!” something; I don’t know. But her death has struck me much harder and more directly than any other, even though I can think of three different people who I knew much better who have committed suicide in my life.

The first person who always comes to my mind with this topic is Katira, a girl I knew from church back in Wisconsin before we moved. Katira was sort of an enigma to me; she was several years older and thus, I thought, much cooler than me, in an intimidating way. She gave deep, insightful answers in Sunday School classes, and she had gorgeous hair and great fashion sense. Her best friend and her older sister were cool in a more friendly way, joking around and sometimes reaching out to awkward twelve-year-old me as mentors. But whenever I interacted with Katira, I honestly remember her being kind of rude. My mom found out about her death through Facebook after we moved (if I’m remembering correctly), and when she told me, I didn’t know how to react.

 A little while before that, it was Kaitlin, a classmate in my middle school orchestra class. Katilin and I both played violin, and for a few weeks we were stand partners, sitting next to each other and sharing sheet music. But we didn’t talk much, and never became friends, though she did have a bit of a special place in my mind. The day the teacher told us she’d committed suicide, he spent the rest of the class period locked alone in his office and had us all practice our music independently. For the final concert, we were playing a sweet little song titled “Lullaby”, and it was dedicated to her. My family moved away before the school year ended, though, and so I wasn’t able to participate in the performance. 

Then there was Jasmine. I didn’t really know Jasmine any better than Katira or Kaitlin, but she was much more important to me. She was a sophomore (I think) when I was a senior, and apparently she had noticed me in theater or something while we were both in the school-wide play, and one day she snuck a piece of paper into my coat pocket with a note saying she thought I was cool and wanted to get to know me better. I was (still am) really confused by it, but I thought “what’s the harm” and she sat with me and my brother at lunch once or twice, and we exchanged emails. Finally, through email, she confessed that she had wanted to get to know me because she had a crush on me.

I panicked. I felt like I barely knew her, I didn’t (still don’t!) have any idea how to deal with people liking me, I was in the just-barely-baby-steps stage of being confident in being gay, I had no clue what I should do. So I reacted in probably the worst way possible: I ghosted her. I never responded to her email. When I saw her in the hallway, I pretended I didn’t. I avoided all possible contact. I think that I was hoping that eventually she’d confront me and I’d be forced to respond directly, or that somehow I’d magically figure out the perfect thing to say, but I never got the chance. And I never would: a few months later, after the school play was over, I learned that she’d died.

Hers was the only of these deaths I was able to really cry over. To this day I still struggle with the guilt, while simultaneously feeling incredibly self-centered to think that I had any sort of really important role in her life. Regardless, I know I did the wrong thing, and I could have helped her if I’d been honest and up front about my feelings--maybe I wouldn’t have been able to save her life, but I definitely could have helped ease her suffering in the meantime. 

But this total stranger has made me more thoughtful than any of these. This student’s death has been especially personal to me because she did exactly what I thought about doing every time I was in the Tanner Building. 

My thoughts of suicide are frequent, but passive and impulsive--based not on actual desire to stop living or to hurt myself, but on the idea of drama and tragic, aesthetic poetry. The Tanner Building is classy and open and tall, with grand windows and fancy fountains and glossy floors, and with lots of easy places to jump from. I wasn’t in there often, but every time I was I’d walk along the bridges and balconies and glance down at the floor far below and think “gosh, how would it feel to fall that far? It would be so easy to just climb over this little railing. How exciting would that be? How scary and cool? Just lift your leg up and then sit up on the edge, and then swoosh--”

And then splat.

I have no idea how Katira or Kaitlin or Jasmine died, but I am intimately familiar with what this student did. I know what might have been going through her head; I have an idea of why she might have chosen to do it that way. And now I know exactly what would have happened if I had followed through on that impulse.

Sometimes when I thought about suicide, I considered how people would react when they found out. I imagined some hapless rando seeing me and screaming and calling 911. I pictured my parents solemnly sitting my siblings down at the dinner table to tell them, and the littles cry and the older kids are silent or incredulous. I composed a little note in my head for my coworkers telling them thanks for all their help and happiness. And they’re all sad, but eventually move on. And maybe that one first person who found me is traumatized for a while, but they didn’t even know me, so they move on, and everyone’s fine in the end and I’m not responsible for anyone being permanently messed up or anything.

But I was wrong. I know now how people react when this happens--they’re all affected. This is something that’s going to last a long time, throughout the entire campus, and even beyond--all the friends and family, everyone who visits, everyone who comes in contact with graduates in the workforce. The Tanner Building was closed for the rest of the day after the girl fell, and students expressed that it would be hard for them to go back to classes there now. It’d be hard to sit back in the desk where they were when they heard her hit the ground, or to walk through the doors where they saw the paramedics. One thing I often consider when I think about killing myself is doing so super publicly--gotta get that attention somehow, right? And everyone who didn’t know me will just be like “wow, that’s crazy, the world is so messed up. On to the next news article about some horrific tragedy!”

The thing I’ve been neglecting is that humans as a whole aren’t like that. They take things to heart. They find connections and they empathize. No tragedy is isolated; every sadness felt by a human being is felt by humankind. No suicide is ever a failure of the victim--it’s a failure of humankind, of every individual, every institution, every societal convention that drove someone to want nothing but a way out. And so we all feel that death, and we all feel that guilt, and we all either sink into ourselves or reach out to each other in quiet promises, “We can’t let this happen again. We have to do more to stop this.” This is true for this stranger, and it was true for Katira and it was true for Kaitlin and it was true for Jasmine. The only difference is that now I’m old enough and wise enough to understand it.

My first reaction when I heard the news of this student was bitterness, almost envy. Any dramatic spectacle I could do now would be seen as an imitation of her. Sure, I didn’t have to do it exactly the same way--I could drown in that cool little pool thing by the Museum of Art with all the statues around it, or I could hang from that big beautiful tree by the Richards Building, or I could fall from any other of the plentiful bridges and balconies around campus--but the effect would be the same. The effect on the campus, on the community, on the world, would be the same.

I can’t do that now, because she’s done it first--and I know how it would turn out. And I cannot let it happen again.

So now I’m making promises. I will not let this happen again--at least, not to me. I refuse to be responsible for another tragedy. I will not be responsible for even one more individual feeling the way I do now. In those moments where thoughts of wonderful-things-to-live-for and goals-to-still-look-forward-to fall short, I will have my memory and my pledge: I will not let this happen again.

[soap-brain]

69 + culmets (lmao) or 88 + chril

HELL YES HELL YES HELL YES :D

also omg that’s *whispers* the sex number

these got really long so here’s a cut

69 + culmets

Hugh rubs his eyes and blinks again while he stares at the disappearing and reappearing dots on his PADD display. Maybe he should just text Paul and call it a night - or day, seeing how it’s 6:34am. Except they haven’t talked face to face for, fuck, probably for a whole week now, maybe more. There’ve been voicemails and texts, and that’s nice but it’s not enough. He needs the reassurance of Paul’s whole being, his little smirks and bigger smiles, his voice, his eyes, the way he gesticulates while talking, especially after the hell week of terrifying and stressful space “adventures” he and this ship have just had, including loss of gravity, even a whole day without life support, life-threatening injuries, battles, away missions and so forth. Hugh needs a damn good night of sleep, at least a whole month of vacation, and, most importantly, a hug. Either from his mom or Paul. But since he can’t have any of those things (especially not the sleep - he’s back on duty in about six hours, but he needs to see Paul’s smile like he needs air), he’ll settle for second best, and that’s calling Paul. Who knows all these things, or can at least probably extrapolate them, so why the hell isn’t he picking -?

Pling. Paul’s face fizzes into view, wearing that sweet soft little smile he usually wears when they call each other.

Suddenly Hugh is warm and safe and happy, all because of that sweet curl of pink lips.

     “Hi Hugh.”

God, he wants to live in these moments where all he has to think about is how pretty Paul is when he smiles like that.

     “Paul. Hi. It’s so good to see you.”

     “Why are you still in uniform? Aren’t you off?” 

Hugh also loves that crease between Paul’s eyebrows. It’s the perfect place to press a kiss to and then watch the frown melt away.

     “Yeah, I’m off. Sorry, I’m just - I needed to see your face. How are you?”

Paul shrugs. “We’ve run into a bit of a problem with the current greenhouse, and we might need to section parts of it off to allow for vastly different climates, which is annoying, so to speak, because of course the owners have a problem with that, and... well, now we’re looking into not having to rebuild but just somehow adding different biomes. Maybe with bigger grow tents, so we’ve been looking at various models and comparing what they offer versus what we’ll need, and...”

Hugh lets Paul talk and watches him. He hardly has enough mental energy to keep his eyes open, much less follow along with what Paul’s saying, but he knows Paul will understand. They usually call each other as a sort of evening ritual since luckily, Alpha Centauri runs almost on Federation Standard Time, and Hugh missed seeing Paul in the evenings so much. It’s so nice and domestic to just sit down with your boyfriend and hang out, the lightyears between them be damned.

     “So yeah, I don’t really know what we’ll do n- why the hell are you bleeding?!”

Paul’s exclamation shocks Hugh out of his doze.

     “Huh?”

     “Your hand! Are you okay?!”

     “What?” Hugh looks down on his hand, and - oh. “Oh, yeah, I’m just - using hand sanitiser all the time really dries out your skin, but with all the issues we’ve been having we had to go back to that, and uh, I have to sanitise a lot, so I... my skin just cracks.”

     “You’re bleeding!”

     “Yeah, I’ll regen it tomorrow.”

     “You have heard of the concept of hand cream, right?”

Hugh grimaces and shrugs. “Yes? But the one I have also gives me dry patches and it really hurts to use it on already cracked skin. I’ve been meaning to look at other stuff, but...” He casts Paul an apologetic look. “I’ve just been super busy. You know how it is.”

Paul’s eyes are soft even if there is a slightly displeased twist to his smile. “Please take care of yourself, Hugh.”

     “Yeah, yeah.”

Hugh falls asleep later in the conversation, and eventually Paul wakes him up again and makes him go to bed, and even though he does get his hands regen’ed once he’s on shift again, he doesn’t think much about their conversation again. 

After their next supply beam though, he gets a notification that he’s gotten a package too; odd, since he didn’t order anything, but okay.

The sender is just a bunch of numbers, a Federation standard shipping address, so it’s not until Hugh opens the package that he knows who it’s from.

this is literally the best stuff for skincare in the whole universe. they also have a ton of different scents but they don’t use anything that dries your skin out for scenting. plus it smells so good i have to stop myself from getting out a spoon and eating it. please take care of yourself, love

ps: check out their scented candle section ;)

The note comes with a pretty big tub of what’s undoubtedly hand cream, the label promising a fresh, peachy smell and soothed skin. Hugh smiles to himself and hugs the tub a little. Paul is such a darling.

The cream itself is slightly goopy and overall quite liquid. It smells absolutely fantastic. Hugh dips a finger in and rubs it against his skin and sure enough, the smell explodes a little more and the newly creamed skin feels nice and silky, so Hugh slathers that stuff all over his hands, then groans and lets his hands hang over the edge of the chair because he’s pretty sure his skin is crying in relief.

you said the cream was good, not that it was the second coming of christ even though that’s exactly what it is! thank you so much, paul, i love it and i love you, he texts once the cream has mostly sunken in.

Paul sends a laughing emoji back a bit later.

AND NOW FOR CHRIL + 88 :D

Chris is... aware of his existence. That’s not necessarily a plus, that’s just a fact. A feature.

He’d really like to turn it off though.

There are other things he’s aware of. One of them is the room roiling. Like a ship. But not a nice ship. A ship made for suffering. Also he’s in a bed. That’s good. Beds. He likes to be in them. He’s also on his stomach. That’s acceptable.

Something died in his mouth. That’s less acceptable. He also doesn’t know whose bed he’s in, because it’s most certainly not his, because the mattress feels different. Also, things are mostly quiet.

Chris cracks open an eye but his glasses are not on his face so he can only vaguely discern the environment he’s in. Looks... like a building. Maybe an apartment. Probably a bedroom, considering there’s a bed (he’s in it) and walls (around him). Walls equal room, bed plus room equals bedroom.

There’s a reason he got a PhD.

So, to cap it all up, he’s in a bed that isn’t his, in a bedroom that isn’t his, he didn’t brush his teeth before going to bed, and he’s got a hangover. So he hooked up with someone.

Funny, because he does remember landing in Las Vegas with Phil, a few days early for a show they wanted to see, but perfectly on time for their vacation. Considering Chris hooked up with someone, Phil is probably a bit sad and neglected now. This was supposed to be their guy time.

In the not gay way because Phil is gay, very, but he has standards and yeah, they’re best friends, seriously soulmate best friends material, but it’s not like that, and Chris isn’t really - well, sure, of course he’s attracted to Phil, because despite his myopia, he’s got eyes (and with his glasses the myopia also doesn’t matter anymore), and Phil is a fantastic guy and Chris might’ve been working on coming to terms with with his big bisexual crush on Phil.

Doesn’t mean he should try to drown that in a casual one night stand with someone on the first night of their vacation.

Ugh, yikes. That’s seriously so not cool.

Chris groans to himself and finally blinks his eyes fully open. The room stays fuzzy, but he can make out a glass of water and what’s probably a pill on the night stand next to him, and his stomach doesn’t protest much when he pushes himself up. 

He knocks the medicine back and then squints around the room some more. Definitely a hotel room. Could well be his and Phil’s with how generic it looks.

He gives the painkiller about ten minutes, during which he’s just sitting up, trying to remember what might’ve happened. There isn’t much - casinos, Phil laughing, gambling, drinks, lots of drinks, more gambling, walking around Las Vegas, definitely a gay strip club, more drinks, and a church. And a ring on Chris’ finger.

Fuck him.

Yeah, there’s definitely a ring on his finger.

Ooohh Jesus. Oh fuck. Oh boy. Fuck.

     “Chris? You awake?” That’s Phil. Why is Phil here? Chris hooked up with some rando, but why is Phil here? Unless he came back to their hotel room after getting married to someone.

Phil’s figure shows up in the doorway. Chris has known him for long enough that he knows exactly what Phil looks like even without glasses, and wherever Phil is, there’s also a semblance of calm.

     “How are you?”

     “Uhh,” Chris replies intelligently, still staring down on the goddamn wedding ring on his finger.

     “Ah, yeah. That. Don’t panic but I think we might have accidentally gotten married…” The wince in Phil’s voice is obvious.

     “We?!”

     “Yeah, um... uh. Do you feel up to getting up and getting dressed and... having a talk?”

Chris definitely does feel better once he’s showered and dressed and wearing his glasses again. Phil is in the living room of their suite, pacing anxiously.

     “Okay. Hi.” He gives Chris a fleeting grin. “You might want to. Uh. Sit down.”

     “So we got married, huh?” Chris asks, sitting down on the couch and pretending that this is just another cool friendly chat he’ll have with Phil.

Phil is messing with his hair, mouth set in an unhappy twist.

     “So you know how I’m gay, right.”

     “I went to Pride with you. Repeatedly. You’ve brought guys over. I’ve heard you have sex with those guys. I’ve seen you a mess after breaking up with guys. I’ve been thoroughly lectured on how gay sex works. I helped you dye your hair in rainbow colors. So, yeah, I know you’re gay.”

     “Right. Well. They, um. They. Hmm. Um. So what happened, or, um, rather, I, the thing is sorta, um, kinda. I might, you know. The thing is, ugh.” Phil grimaces some more and shoves his hands into his pockets.

     “Phil. Dude. Whatever it is: sit down, let’s talk about this, right? That’s what you always tell me, right? Whatever it is in this world, we can get through it together.”

Phil throws him a nervous toothy grin but comes over to plop on the couch, careful to keep some space between them. Which is odd, because personal space isn’t really an issue for them.

     “I’ve been having a big fat crush on you for, uh, how long have we known each other for? Ten years? Yeah, at least eight of those I’ve spent wanting to get with you. There.” Phil smiles unhappily. “And I know you’re straight, and I don’t - I don’t want to take advantage of you, Chris. You’re my absolute best friend and I don’t want to do anything that’d change that. I love having you in my life.”

     “Okay.”

     “So what happened is we were getting drunk, last night, which you probably remember, and at some point you were... really fucking drunk and I was really drunk and, well, and you kissed me and told me you were in love with me, and I kissed you back and they had a tv on in the bar we were in, and they legalized gay marriage yesterday and, so, uh. I asked you to marry me. And you said yes. And we went and did that.” Phil casts him a rueful look. “I’m sorry, Chris. You were drunk, you didn’t - you didn’t mean it, I shouldn’t have, uh, god, I should’ve, I don’t know, said something, not agreed, not even proposed it, you know, just because it sounded like a good idea, but I was drunk and you were even drunker. So. But. Um. I’ve been looking into it already and it’s really easy to annul marriages, and -”

     “Phil?”

     “Yeah?”

Chris takes a deep breath because he might be a little nervous. Just a tiny bit. Really, just a little bit. Not much at all.

     “Chris?”

 “IkindathinkI’mbiandyou’rereallyattractiveandalsocuteandIthinkImightbeinlovewithyou.”

     “What? No, I really didn’t hear that.” Phil looks flushed.

     “I just really, um, can I kiss you?”

     “What?!”

      “I love you. In the um. Gay way.”

     “But - you’re straight!” Phil says in desperation.

     “Yeah, not so much anymore. I don’t know.” Chris stares into his lap, running a finger over the ring - the fucking wedding ring he’s wearing. “I... I don’t know, I just... I’ve been realizing, um, recently, that, you know, maybe, or not maybe, just like... I really, um, you know. Guys. I like them.”

Phil sniggers. “Extremely relatable.”

     “Especially you. And, uh. I - since you’re my husband now, I’d rather enjoy sucking face with you.”

     “Right.”

So they do that. It’s pretty damn neat because of course Phil kisses with exactly as much care and elegance as he does all things.

Also Chris calls his mom to explain, and that’s definitely odd, and then they order pizza and make out some more, which is rather gay and very good.

:D these were fun!

+++drabble asks!+++

my ao3 | my ko-fi

[ohnoboho]

Kiddo (say hello to Fear Sanders)

Alright, so this is a fic largely inspired by @secret-novelisthost18′s reply to this theory/concept/headcanon/etc. about Fear as the leader of the Sanders Sides Dark Sides:  “I can imaging Fear popping up, giving a long monologue about his purpose and how he trained Anxiety (with Anxiety shaking the whole time but trying to act brave) and suddenly: Fear: “So technically...” Anxiety: “No... d-don’t...” Fear: “Hey kiddo...” And Patton either cries or just flips out.”

It might not be my best work but I had a heck of a good time writing this, so props to them for such an amazing idea! Thanks! I’ve got a few more Fear ideas that I might throw out as concepts or flesh into longer fics like this one, so let me know if you want to see more.

As always, dear reader, bask, breath, be, and hope you enjoy it!

“Good morning, Virgil.” Logan greeted the anxious side from over his shoulder where he stood at the counter. He lowered a tea bag slowly into his mug of hot water and set the egg timer to the ideal steep time.

Virgil mumbled a response, pawing sleepily at his face. He shuffled lazily over to the counter by the fridge and pulled himself up. One leg draped lazily along the surface and the other dangled off the side. He leaned back against the side of the fridge and yawned.

“Is that Virgil I hear rustling around the kitchen?!” Patton’s cheerful face popped into the window between the kitchen and living room. The moral side tried to keep his excitement from bubbling over, but boy, was it hard. He and the other sides had decided that it was best to not make a big deal out of Virgil coming down to share breakfast with them, if he ever did. And now here he was, and wow, did Patton want to scream in excitement. Instead, he swallowed his squeals and managed just a, “Morning, kiddo!” His smile was so bright, Virgil had to squint as he looked up through his bangs.

“Hey, Pat,” The anxious side replied with a slow nod of his head and a flash of a smile.

“Oh, so Patton’s salutation receive an actual verbal acknowledgement, yet mine doesn’t? Fine, but from my understanding of interpersonal communication- why are you sitting there?” Logan blinked flatly at Virgil lounging across the opposite counters, his mug of tea paused halfway to his mouth.

“Logan!” Patton tutted, shaking his head at the logical side. “Virgil can sit wherever he darn well pleases! You can always COUNTer on him to be a bit of a rule breaker!”

The logical side literally shuddered, whether at the pun or the mention of rule breaking, he couldn’t say. Probably both. Logan took a long sip of his tea, narrowing his eyes at Virgil, and strode out of the kitchen, headed for the table in the living room.

“So, kiddo, what’s on the menu for breakfast today?” Patton drummed his fingers excitedly on the window frame. To say that he hadn’t given any thought to what their mysterious cohort might eat for breakfast would be a bare-faced lie. Logan had guessed that Virgil would prefer a sensible meal of eggs and toast, perhaps with some jam. Patton hoped it was pancakes or waffles or french toast; something he could bake for Virgil and often. Roman had guessed misery, but had then corrected it to “the souls of the innocent”. Patton had threatened to send Roman to his room for that one.

Virgil shrugged his shoulders. “I don’t really-” He stopped when he caught Patton’s eye and the other’s face was starting to look so concerned and sad and Virgil just couldn’t handle any of that. With a sigh, the anxious side reached up and batted open the cabinet above him. With a soft smack to the underside of the shelves, a box of Pop-tarts toppled out and landed in his lap. Virgil held the box up with one hand and pointed at it with the other. “Will this work?”

“Woah,” Patton whispered softly, his eyes sparkling with awe behind the lenses of his glasses and his cheeks clasped between his hands. “You’re one cool cat, Virge!”

Blush dusted the anxious side’s cheeks as he looked up from the box. He was still uncomfortable with compliments, weird and outdated as they may be. “Thanks...” He muttered gruffly with a quiet, awkward laugh.

“You’re welcome!” The moral side beamed, before tapping at his glasses frame nervously. “Anyway, there is no pressure or anything, but I usually make some breakfast for everyone and we all eat it at the table and it’s a french toast day today and there is an extra plate, so you’re welcome to come sit with us! If you want to!”

“Oh,” Virgil would never admit all the times he had sat at the top of the stairs, listening to the other sides talk and laugh around the breakfast table. How many times he longed to walk down the stairs and join them. But he knew he didn’t fit there. It had taken a near miracle for him to even come down to the kitchen that day and now Patton was inviting him to sit with them, like Virgil was one of them. His mouth felt dry. “I...You...you mean it?” He finally stuttered, fiddling uncomfortably with the corners of the Poptart box in his lap.

“Of course!” Patton chirped, clapping his hands together eagerly. “I’ll make you a plate! Hope you like lots of syrup and powdered sugar!” He disappeared from the window with a giggle as Virgil slowly dropped from the counter and returned his Poptarts to the cabinet.

The anxious side’s stomach turned in knots as he padded out of the kitchen and around the corner to the table. This was all he had wanted for such a long time and he was so sure he was going to mess it up somehow. He was about to turn and dash up the stairs, but Patton’s voice stopped him.

“Here, kiddo! I made it extra sweet just like you!” The moral side smiled at him from the table, nodding towards the plate in front of an empty chair. Next to that chair sat Logan, sipping from his cup of tea and working on a crossword puzzle. He glanced up briefly and nodded to Virgil before returning to the newspaper in front of him. Roman sat across from the empty chair, practically inhaling large stacks of french toast. When he noticed Virgil, he stopped mid-bite and gasped dramatically. The powdered sugar from his toast caught in the back of his throat and Roman coughed violently, sending clouds of white dust across the table. Patton and Logan both jumped and both scolded Roman about chewing thoroughly. When he eventually recovered from his fit, the dramatic side laughed heartily and smiled mischievously at Virgil.

“You sure you want to be out this early? I thought your kind burns up in the sun.” Roman joked with a snarky smile as he watched the anxious side slide into the empty chair.

“Nope, just when we see an ugly face. Ouch, it burns.” Virgil replied deadpan, staring back at Roman with a small smirk playing across his face.

“We all have the same face…” Logan sighed in annoyance, not bothering to look up from his paper as the dramatic side made a series of offended gasps and squeaks.

“We might all have the same face, but we all have our own mouths, so let’s stuff ‘em!” Patton laughed brightly, digging hungrily into his own plate.

“Way ahead of you, Padre!”

“Ugh, Roman! I thought I made it clear! Fully chew your food before making any further comments, please.”

“Yeah, you might have a big mouth, Princey, but it’s not that big.”

Patton smiled around at the other sides crowded around the table as they went about their breakfast. He had waited for so long for their new side to join them at their daily breakfasts. And now here he was, and, of course, Virgil fit right in.

During breakfast, Roman and Virgil exchanging banter between mouthfuls of food. Patton dished out the food, being sure to overload Virgil’s plate with a dizzying amount of toast and fruit and syrup and sugar. Logan munched thoughtfully on an apple as he worked on his puzzle. He looked up to ask for a five letter word meaning a slow-witted person or target of satire and the anxious side quickly shot back with Roman’s name. They all had a bit of a laugh at the pouting dramatic side expense and then, Patton offered the word dunce. When Logan gave him a shocked, yet impressed look, the moral side just shrugged and continued to drown his plate in syrup. They debated what Thomas should do that day, their first impressions of the latest guy Thomas had been texting, and the ten best dog breeds. With each small bite of his breakfast Virgil took, the anxious side began to feel more and more at ease. Until the noise.

Virgil was up on his feet before the second bang even reached their ears, clutching his chair. His heartbeat was thumping loudly in his ears. “What was that?” Virgil hissed quietly.

Roman rose on the third bang and conjured his trusted sword to his left hip. He moved slowly to the back window, brushing past Virgil, who stood white-knuckling the back of his chair. The creative side moved a curtain aside and peered out into the backyard. He huffed in confusion and looked back to the other sides, who were watching him intently.

“Some rando guy just jumped over the fence into the backyard.”

“What?” Logan blinked furiously as he stood up and adjusted his tie sharply. “Why would he do that?”

“Well, maybe he is trying to help Thomas’s friends throw him a surprise party?” Patton gave the others an uneasy smile and laughed nervously. He picked up his fork to take another bite of his french toast, but his shaky hand made it clatter against the table, so he put it back down again.

“He’s walking around the backyard. It looks like he’s searching for something.” Roman called from the window. His right hand rested on the hilt of his blade and his eyes carefully watched the stranger staggering about outside.

“Maybe he lost a ball or another object while playing a game on the other side of the fence?” The logical side moved towards the window, his voice surprisingly calm and steady. “Or perhaps he tripped and his phone was ejected over into the yard? I suppose we should be ready for Thomas to inform the police though if this man attempts to break in to the house.”

“Break in?” Virgil whispered roughly, his breath hitching as he tried to keep himself under control. He could feel his head begin to spin as his heart raced faster and faster. The anxious side could hear Roman and Logan quietly, but urgently discussing their best course of action, but their words seemed to smash together into a distant hum. It wasn’t until he felt Patton’s hand on his shoulder, that Virgil even realized he was shaking violently.

“Hey, Virgil, you okay?” The moral side’s voice was warm and calming. Virgil clung desperately to it as he struggled to regain control of his breathing. “Are you scared, bud?”

“N-no.” Virgil lied, forcing his words out. “I’m just a little anxious.” He managed a small smile to the other, who stepped closer, his face twisted up with concern. As Patton stroked Virgil’s arm gently, he began to lock into the rhythm of the other side’s breath and shakily slowed his down. His vision was finally starting to come back when there was another loud bang as the stranger knocked heavily on one of the back windows. Virgil jumped sharply and screwed his eyes shut, his heart rate leaping to a wild pace.

“Hey, hey, kiddo, it’s okay to be scared. I’m here.”

Even trying to focus on Patton’s words and breathing, Virgil could feel himself falling backwards into the abyss. He knew he had to get back in control, before he was lost to fear. But it was too late. His chest constricted under his violent gasps as the darkness rushed over his shoulders and slammed the side down to his knees. Desperate, panicked, hysterical thoughts skittered around Virgil’s body, but one in particular snaked around his body, constricting his arms against his sides, crushing his bones, squeezing the air from him.

You failed them and now he’ll come.

“Yes, kiddo. Be scared. I’m here.”

Virgil gasped as a familiar voice echoed through the living room. It was dark and gravelly with a hint of morbid amusement. It was a voice he knew much too well. When he managed to pry his eyes open, there he was. Fear.

“Well, hello, Sanders Sides! So good to finally meet you all!” Fear chuckled dryly. He was a bizarre thing to look at, more shadow than human like the rest of them. His edges blurred in a disorienting way and instead of legs his darkness just spilled down across the floor, ever writhing and squirming. One side of his face was empty blackness while the other had one shining eye and half a mouth, unmistakably still Thomas’s, but shrouded and murky.

“And who are you, specter?” Roman demanded loudly, subconsciously moving to put himself between Fear and the other sides. Logan shuffled backwards behind Roman, eyeing the new figure up and down.

“Oh, Virgil, you didn’t even tell your new family about me?” The lightless man tutted mockingly as he slide across the floor and lean casually on the banister. “If I had a heart, it would be broken.” Sharp white teeth glinted in Fears pitch black smirk. “Well, boy, would you like to tell them or maybe you are too afraid?”

Patton could feel Virgil quivering and panting as he cradled the anxious side to his chest. The moral side focused intently on running his fingers through the others hair and whispering softly to him. He stopped only when the other cleared his throat and spoke up through his erratic breathing.

“H-h-he’s…” The anxious side choked on his own gasps. “He’s Fear.” He managed to spit out, before collapsing back into Patton’s lap, shuttering with sobs. 

“Fear?” Logan questioned quietly, adjusting his glasses to peer at the shadow from behind Roman’s shoulder. “I thought that Virgil was the aspect that represented Thomas’s fear.”

“Well, specs, you thought wrong.” Fear laughed mirthlessly, suddenly dropping down into the abyss of his feet and disappearing. “Though Virgil and I do have, I guess what you would call, a special relationship.” His voice floated in the air around them as Roman and Logan twisted and turned trying to find its host. “You see, Anxiety here was once my dear, little protégé. Why, I taught him everything he knows. How to put on his scary, dark persona to scare others into listening. How to drops those nauseating pits in Thomas’s stomach. How to make him sweat and shake at the mere thought of walking down a dark alley at night. We worked together seamlessly, paralyzing feelings, stifling creativity, drowning out rational thought. Anxiety stood at my side, bringing dread and stress. Ready to crush you all.”  

With a muted swish, Fear appeared again. This time he hovered before Virgil and Patton, Roman and Logan behind him. The dark side was more solid this time around the edges, which were quite angular and jagged now.  Roman lunged forwards at Fear’s back, but his feet were caught in the wriggling darkness on the floor. The shadow figure ignored him as Logan struggled to free Roman. Fear’s voice suddenly deepened and started to echo, it was laced with a mocking anger. “That is until Thomas and the three of you brought him into the ‘light’. You all began to ‘accept’ him and ‘care’ for him. You ‘worked on your issues’ with him and blinded him with your disgusting love. He dropped his walls. He became weak. He lost his true purpose. You all had him thinking he was some kind of hero. Helping Thomas deal with his fear, protecting him from me, regulating me!?! Ha! Lot of good that did. Just look at him now. There is no escape from me. No matter how far he runs.” The dark shadow leered menacingly over Patton and Virgil, smiling horribly. “You had him convinced he was part of your family. But you were wrong. Anxiety will always be mine. Isn’t that right, kiddo?”

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Somewhere Inside (Disuphere series #4) Chapter 35

(To listen, click here) - 12:51

“Before we go, I just wanted to mention...tomorrow and Sunday are Trauma Weekend for me…” Pearl ventures.

“What’s that?” Francesca wonders, glancing up from her drawing.  

“It means...it’s the anniversary of when my trauma happened.  So, things are probably gonna be harder for me.”  Pearl glances at Jesus.  “It would help, I think, for you guys to be aware of that.  And, maybe to check in?  Ask how I am?  But don’t ask about what happened directly. Please.”

“Oh, you mean traumaversary,” Francesca fills in.

“Wait.  There’s a term for it?” Pearl asks.

“Well, in my family, there is,” Dominique offers.  “We have cake.”

Pearl raises her eyebrows, incredulous.  “Why?”

“It helps.  I don’t know.  It takes something powerfully negative and just turns it into power.  Doesn’t have to be cake.  Doesn’t have to be anything.  You do you.  Just putting it out there, if you want advice.”

“I do, yes,” Pearl nods.  “I’ll take any advice I can get.”

“You can watch movies you like.  Read.  Or just talk to us, as needed.  It’s really up to you.  The key is, to treat yourself gently.  Trauma’s hard enough on you.  It doesn’t need your help adding to it…” Dominique shares.

“Hmm…” Pearl muses.  She’s beginning to see why Levi likes hanging out with Dominique.

“I don’t like celebrating mine,” Jesus shares with the group.  “Because it was pretty scary.  I just like it to be as close to a regular day as it can be.  But I like people to ask about how I am, too, like Pearl.”

“And I...I’ve only had one.  And Moms made it really awkward at dinner.  Said how glad they were I was alive and stuff…” Mariana bristles.

“So, they made your anniversary about them?” Pearl asks.

“Yeah.  It was really awkward,” Francesca adds.  “And then they yelled at you in the car on the way home, remember?”

“Yeah,” Mariana sighs.

“I didn’t think it was a big deal if you didn’t go to my concert.  You could see it on YouTube later.  But Moms thought it was a big deal…”

“They said I made them feel guilty...like...not wanting to be in the car that day.  It made them feel like the bad guys.” Mariana mutters.

“Well, they were,” Francesca insists.

“Anyway...I don’t have any advice because my first one was terrible.  So...sorry…” Mariana says.

“Hey, the first one is brutal,” Jesus offers.

“What if...you can’t remember yours?” Levi hesitates.  “Just an age.  Maybe a time of year?  But maybe not?”

“Maybe you count the time it started being a thing?” Dominique asks.  “April-something?”

“Great.  So I stole your birthday and now I stole your trauma month?” Levi sighs, sending a regretful look Pearl’s way.

“Hey.  You didn’t steal anything from me.  You gave me something.  I get to share our birthday.  Now, I get to share our trauma month.  It’s good.  You know, not to be alone with it.”

“I don’t have a trauma month,” Francesca observes, still drawing.

“That’s a good thing, buddy.  We don’t want you to have to have a trauma month.  They’re a scary deal,” Jesus says.  “And we don’t want you to be scared.”

“Hey guys, what are we gonna do for your birthday?” Francesca asks, looking at Levi and Pearl.

Pearl glances at Levi.  “That’s a couple months away,” she tells Francesca.

“So we have two months to plan,” Francesca says happily.

“I appreciate that you wanna plan something, but right now I really need to focus on getting through the next couple days.” Pearl says gently.

“And I have to focus on going to work...which I hate…” Levi rants.

“Hey, I’m coming as backup,” Dominique says.  “Maybe even dressed as Kaz this time,” she smiles.

“And I can go,” Jesus offers.  “I mean, if you guys want.”

“You’d come?” Pearl asks.  “What if Gary recognizes you again?” she asks, thinking back to the last time she and Jesus went shopping at SuperOne together years ago.  Pearl had had no idea Jesus was so recognizable.

“He can borrow my Sadness costume…” Dominique jokes.

“Yeah, being blue wouldn’t make me stick out at all…” Jesus laughs.

“Seriously.  Do you want to take my car?” Pearl asks.  “That way you too have an option for driving around, but staying really local.”

“Nobody has to go,” Levi sighs. “I mean, I do.  But you guys don’t.  I don’t want a repeat of yesterday with everybody having a terrible time because of me.  Just stay.  It’s safer.”

“But not for you,” Pearl insists.  “And I want you to be safe.  As safe as you can be.  You know if that damn store wasn’t ground zero for my trauma, I’d be there in a second.”

“I know.  But you need to be taking it easy this weekend, remember?” Levi says.

“Levi,” Dominique says.  “We wanna go.  We want to be there for you.”

“I want to,” Francesca says.  “I wish it wasn’t late so I could go.  

“You got super tired,” Levi points out, apologetic.

“So?  It was so fun!  Dominique said I could smell all the bread I wanted as long as it was wrapped.  And I looked up sloth videos on her phone.  And I talked to her friend, Lena, from her apartment on video,” Francesca recounts.  She leans across the table and whispers conspiratorially to Jesus: “You should definitely smell the bread.”

“I mean, if I do that, I might end up eating the bread…” Jesus jokes.

“You can, if you pay for it first,” Francesca says, matter of fact.

Unlike her own mother, who would sit silently after a comment like that, or ridicule Pearl for making obvious remarks, Pearl finds herself smiling gently and saying, “That’s true.”

--

Levi does his best to sneak away from the table as the time edges near a quarter to three.  But Dominique has already disappeared into one of the bedrooms.  She comes out in her pink wig, purple contacts and suit.

He catches sight of Jesus across the kitchen filling a big purple lunch bag with snacks.

“Oh, no way!” Pearl sounds happier than Levi’s heard her in days.  Maybe months.

“What?” Jesus asks, confused.

“You still have it?  That old lunch bag I packed for you?” she asks, touched.

“I’ll do you one better,” Jesus says, and unzips the side, pulling out a handful of folded notes.

“Ohhh, you still have these, too?” Pearl gushes.

“What are they?” Francesa asks, curious, and climbing up on a chair to see.  Levi watches as Jesus naturally puts an arm behind her, to steady her.

Levi glances at Mariana while the rest talk about whatever the notes are.  “He’s sentimental,” she says, an explanation that somehow clarifies everything and nothing.  “Hey, take the sanitizer with you.  You might need it.  In case you run into Peanut Butter Cookie.”

“Who?” he asks, a laugh bursting out of him.

“Your trauma.  Peanut Butter Cookie,” Mariana insists, straight-faced.

“Right.” Levi smiles.  “Somehow my trauma sounds way less scary that way…”

“Keep taking away its power,” Mariana advises.  “It gets smaller.  You get stronger.”

“Is that how it works?” he asks.

“I mean, I guess it’s a thing?  Seems to be for Jesus and Dom at least.” Mariana insists.  She really does grab the apple hand sanitizer from the table and put it in his hand.  “Seriously, if it helps you feel more secure, keep it.”

“We should go,” Levi calls out softly.  He nods at Mariana, tucking the small bottle in his pocket.  “We can just take my car, if everybody’s cool with that.  Y’all can drive it around while I’m working.  I don’t care.”

“Just come back for him,” Pearl insists, rushing forward with her arms open.  

“We will, Pearl,” Jesus promises.  “We won’t forget.”

“Please, please, please be so careful.  I’m a nervous wreck at the thought of you being there tonight,” Pearl says, practically smothering Levi in a hug once he opened his arms to accept her.

“I’ll text you on breaks.  So you’ll know I’m fine,” he hugs her tight.

“Send me selfies?” she asks.

“As long as I get you and Cleo ones back…” he agrees.  “Okay, I love you.  I just gotta go.”

“Okay, I love you.  If you really need me, I can come with mace,” Pearl offers, brave.

“No, no need.” Levi insists.  “Thanks, though.”  He makes the rounds, hugging Frankie, who’s about to be real upset if Levi leaves without hugging her, and Mariana who Levi wants to be sure feels seen.

“Have fun tonight,” he tells Francesca.  “Watch a good Disney movie for me.”

“I will.” Francesca agrees.

“And hey, thank you for my secret weapon,” Levi says quietly, embracing Mariana.

“Anytime,” she says, and her hug still feels just as perfect as the first.

--

Jesus surprises himself getting into the front passenger seat willingly.  He’s not even freaked out about it.  It could be that it’s been fourteen years since he got in That Car.  Could be that the trigger of getting in this particular seat has faded with time.  It could be that Levi’s just a kid.  Younger than Jesus.

Whatever the case, Levi’s driving, and Dominique seems to relax, realizing neither Jesus nor Levi will be joining her in the back.

While Levi drives, Jesus asks if he can have Levi’s info.  “So we can text.”

Levi passes it along, and Jesus gives Levi his.  It’s a major act of trust.  “Just don’t share it around?  If you wanna give my info to somebody, just refer them to me first.”

“Yeah, of course.  I’d never give y’all’s numbers to randos.  Or anybody.”

“So...we’ll probably just hang out in the car until it starts getting dark.  Then we’ll come in and see if there’s anything we need.” Jesus passes along when Levi parks.

“Text us if you need us,” Dominique adds.

“Yeah, will do.” Levi scans the parking lot and takes a deep breath.  “She drives a black car.”

“We’ll watch for it,” Jesus promises.

“Actually, let’s go in with him,” Dominique insists.  “Make sure he’s good.”

“You guys don’t ha--” Levi starts, and then, realizing that Jesus, Dominique and Dudley are all getting out of the car.  “Okay, you’re really doing that.”

“Yeah, we really are,” Dominique insists gently.

(Jesus hasn’t heard her use her Kaz voice once since putting on the costume.)

They wait as unobtrusively as possible while Levi gets set up.  Jesus gives the front of the store a once over.  Then, they’re on their way out to Levi’s car.

“Francesca wants a sloth,” Dominique remembers.

“But does she need a sloth?” Jesus smiles.

“I mean, you weren’t here when she was making me watch all the videos about them...and talking about how they were like her…”

“Like her?”

“I didn’t say it, but...slow.  Slow, like her.  Speed-wise.” Dominique shares.  

Jesus laughs.  “That was always her favorite part of Zootopia.  Now I know why…”

She keeps an eye on the parking lot, not letting her guard down until they’re safely back inside Levi’s car.

“Look at this one.  If I buy it for her, can I send it to your place?  Or hers?  Or mine?  I’m kinda freaked out to send anything to your parents’ to be honest.”

“Yeah, you’re not the only one…” Jesus muses.

“You okay?” Dominique asks.

“That’s cool, it actually holds onto her,” Jesus says, looking at the toy Dominique’s found.  “Send it to you.  That way, you can give it to her yourself when we hang out.”

“Is it okay?” Dominique double-checks.  “I mean, it’s not like…  You’re not mad I’m spoiling her?”

“You’re not spoiling her.  It’s one toy.  You said yourself, she feels a connection to it.  I think she’d dig having a little buddy like that clinging onto her.  It’d sure make it easier for her to bring places.” Jesus observes.

“You’re avoiding, Avoider.  We don’t avoid each other.  Unless you don’t wanna say how you are.  In which case, I totally respect that,” Dominique rambles.

Jesus takes an intentional deep breath.  She does, too.  “Dominique.  We are okay.  If you’d feel more comfortable somewhere else, we can go somewhere else.

“No, I got it.  Just...it’s a lot.  It’s been a lot.  You know?”

“Yeah, I know what you mean,” he nods.  “But your thing with Francesca?  Your relationship with her?  I appreciate that.  So much.  Not sure if I ever mentioned it.  She really needs you in her life.  She does better.  I think she feels really seen by you.”

“Well, I feel the same,” Dominique says back, reserved.  “So...I’m sorry but I have to ask...I’m not coming on too strong with her?  You’re not mad I’m a bad influence?”

Jesus’s eyes widen.  “Are you kidding?  You’re the best influence.  I’m so glad she has you.  I’m so glad we all do.”

“So, I’m not too much?” Dominique asks.  “Falling apart in front of her?”

“Falling apart in front of her teaches her it’s okay to do,” Jesus points out.  “That’s a good thing.  That’s needed.”

“This is hard,” Dominique admits cryptically, glancing out the window.

“I know,” he echoes.

“But we have each other,” she breathes.  “And Levi has us.”

[drunklander]

Drunj!Der Yells About Outlander

Thoughts on Ep. 310

♫ side-quest ep! side-quest ep! totally worthwhile side-quest ep! ♫

(Being mostly sarcastic there, but ffs I’ve been singing it to the tune of the Spider-Man song since Saturday night and how do I make it stop...)

As a standalone thing, this was an entertaining hour of television. I’m always here to watch Claire go full Beauchamp and be badass. (I am hardcore just leeching on to the parts of this episode that I liked because dammit I’m sick of not liking most things.) As part of the season as a whole though, I have a lot of similar issues as I had last week. Except this time instead of the characters acting like they’d skipped an episode’s worth of development, it’s like why are we spending an episode this close to the end of the season on a side-quest where the only important thing that happens is finding out that Jamie’s two identities have been connected. (Yes, I know that the answer is “the book” but *puts on broken record* it’s an adaptation, they can change things.)

But whatever. I need to just proactively keep my expectations low and just enjoy episodes as individual units because apparently thinking of them as a whole season makes me roll my eyes.

Fergus with his gift for Marsali is adorable. But why does Jamie need to come off like such a dick when he asks Fergus what his business is with the cook? I’d really like to like Jamie again, show. Just sayin’.

For real though, smitten!Fergus is my favorite.

Why does Jamie act surprised that Claire is still on the Porpoise? Like he’d know if she was back on the Artemis. So where else would she be?

Where was all this passion and need to protect Claire when she’d actually been attacked in ep. 307? Because in the aftermath of that he was just a dick and didn’t bother to ask if she was ok. Cool that Jamie only acts like he gives a shit about Claire’s well-being when she’s not there.

Midshipman Fetus standing up for Claire is my everything. And Claire scolding him for licking his finger is also my everything. Basically everything with Claire and Midshipman Fetus is my everything.

Ok but the kid who plays Midshipman Fetus is named Albie and that is the most adorable name for the most adorable kid. And for real, bless the casting wizards because this dude is like a little heart-eyed puppy who follows Claire around like “don’t you dare mess with my mom.” He’s perfect.

For real though, Claire’s face when she’s like owning Mr. Overholt. Like I don’t have time for your shit, rando. Just do what I tell you. #BAMF But then her face when she’s looking over the deck of sick men and is like fuck, I can’t save all of them and is very much aware of the limits of what she can do. Basically 90% of my thoughts while watching this episode were just “omg look at Claire’s face.” I’m *rull* eloquent like that.

*throws awards at said face, just for good measure*

Seriously though. It’s so nice to finally see Claire being like listen up fives, a 10 is talking. Like yaaas queen.

And in things that aren’t shocking, it took her being away from certain dudes and their manpain for her to finally get to Kool Aid Man-style bust through the wall she built around herself and be like I’m Claire Elizabeth Motherfucking Beauchamp and I’m here to save your asses. *aggressively side-eyes a certain producer who keeps claiming that Claire needs to be defined by the men in her life*

“Just because it’s beyond *our* comprehension, Cosworth, doesn’t make it less voracious. We must believe her.” Yaaas, Captain Babyface. Am always here for people who respect Claire’s skill and knowledge.

“There’s more than disease aboard that ship, lad. There are 300 men.” Cool that Jamie understands that *men* are the source of the of sexual violence women face when Claire’s on the Porpoise, but when she was nearly raped all of three episodes ago, he was like meh, screw comforting my wife, I’m just going to tell Claire how everyone will just blame her and then go about my business.

“What good are you, you damn fool? I see I was right to withhold my blessing from you. Proves ye dinna ken what love is.” Ok, yes. Jamie is like freaking the fuck out. But jfc, you can freak the fuck out and not be a complete piece of shit to Fergus. Someone text me when Jamie isn’t a fucking asshole anymore because I’m *rull* over this.

“You would move heaven and earth. You would risk arrest and death. Even hell.” More big dramatic speeches for Jamie because clearly that’s all you need to redeem a character who was a dick for a few episodes but sorry, dude, you can speechify all you want, but your idea is still dumb and eventually your rational thought needs to come back and you need to fucking realize that. Like I get it. He’s desperate. He probably can’t survive losing Claire again. He definitely thinks that’s the case, anyway. But he’s also smart. He and Claire have been alternating rescuing each other for basically the entire series. So like dude. Stop. Take a fucking breath. Think about this for a second. Fergus is fucking right.

Although his face when he says “even hell” is so good because yeah, we all remember the way too unnecessarily graphic Wentworth episodes, dude.

“Until ye risk all, ye canna speak of love.” Nah, bro. That’s not how it works. Not every couple has to go through all the shit you and Claire went through so they can “earn” being able to say they love each other. (I don’t know why Jamie bugs me so much this half of the season that I’m like incapable of just going along with dialogue like this. Because like the show clearly wants me to think it’s all dramatic and romantic and shit. I’m apparently “watching it wrong” or something. Lol, no. Jamie’s just a fucking asshole. *eye roll at the thought that there’s a right or wrong way to watch something*)

Fergus, my dude, if Jamie’s going to say shit like this to you, maybe you should just say fuck his blessing and live your own damn life.

Midshipman Fetus’ face during the burial at sea. Omg I just want to give him a hug.

I love that Claire can’t even be bothered to tell Cosworth to fuck off. Like bro she’s so far out of your league she doesn’t even need to deign to acknowledge your bullshit with a response. Just the arms crossed lean on the rail with her face like broseph I know my value, who the fuck are you. You go, Peggy Carter Claire.

Oh the layers of Claire explaining what compartmentalizing is. Girl, you have a PhD in compartmentalizing...

“Begging your pardon, madam, but after three days of watching you at your work, I do not think much of it will come down to luck.” Midshipman Fetus is officially a member of the Claire Beauchamp Fan Club along with Ned, Fergus, Young Ian and YTC.

I’m over the rabbit shit, tbh. Like they’re trying too hard at this point. But it’s a super sweet gesture by Midshipman Fetus to give Claire the lucky charm his mom gave him.

Here for Claire dropping f-bombs and for Midshipman Fetus to just be like *heart eyes* about it. Right there with you, sir.

“Seamen will drink almost anything.” Same, tbh.

Cosworth is like the *one* antagonist dude in the series who doesn’t threaten Claire with sexual assault. All for there being conflict, but thanks for finally not making the threat of rape part of it, show. No brownie points for you for finally doing something you should have realized ages ago.

Like for real though. The bar is that low that in a crap scene that I’m still like omg but he didn’t try to rape her so they made progress and I should just move on. I don’t know why I bother with you sometimes, show.

Also seriously I keep typing Cogsworth and I’d like to apologize to the clock from Beauty and the Beast for that.

Oh so it’s Marsali helping Fergus in the credits. RIP hopes for a nice Claire and Fergus scene. Haven’t had one except the meeting on the street, have we? Le sigh. Maybe at the wedding? *lowers expectations because why should we have meaningful moments between characters we care about when we can have a whole episode about saving randos*

I really love Marsali. She reminds me a bit of Claire and I’d be so down if Fergus like told Jamie and Claire at some point that that’s part of why he likes her so much. Like not in a creepy way, obvi. *side-eyes some of Roger’s thoughts about Claire from the books* But like that she has the same strength and spirit.

Oh but then of course we get the Artemis’ crew talking about wanting to rape Marsali. Couldn’t make it through one episode, could you, show. Of course you couldn’t. Le sigh.

STOP SAYING MIDSHIPMAN FETUS LOOKS TIRED. HE’S FINE. HE’S TOTALLY OK AND WILL MAKE IT TO JAMAICA AND YOU WILL ADOPT HIM AND TELL JAMIE THAT HE GOT TO BRING HOME FERGUS SO YOU GET TO BRING HOME THIS FETUS CHILD AND EVERYONE WILL LIVE HAPPILY EVER AFTER.

Claire in a bandana, threatening a man with a comically large knife is my aesthetic.

For real though. Claire is just as desperate to save Jamie here as Jamie was to save her. The difference is, Claire takes a fucking minute, thinks about it and is like nope. Killing this dude is not a good idea. Need to think of another plan. Take note, Jamie.

Claire’s face when she says Jamie didn’t kill the minty fresh corpse. [insert Mentos joke here] Although Claire, it’s not your fault. Like she’s clearly thinking omg I did the thing that Jamie might hang for and there’s a sense of guilt there. But Claire. You didn’t kill the guy. You tried to save him. It was Jamie who put him in the cask. It was Jamie’s smuggling that brought the dude to the brothel in the first place. It. Is. Not. Your. Fault.

Since we’re side-questing, because lol why not, I want a whole spinoff about Annekje and her goats shenaniganing their way around the world on ships.

Like her smile though when she’s like “my goats need grass” like she knows she has a good escape plan and the language barrier is not going to put her down. She’s fucking adorable and I heart her.

Fergus is so great in this episode. You’re a better man than Jamie, dude.

The scene when Elias dies kills me. Just Claire giving him that bit of comfort in thinking his mother is there. And her face because she couldn’t save him. And he’s just so young. And guys why is my face wet.

AND SHE GIVES HIM BACK HIS RABBIT FOOT AND WHY DO I HAVE FEELINGS.

Oh man, the shot of just his single body going into the sea is so much more powerful than the shot of the multiple ones from earlier.

Bless for Captain Babyface trying to comfort Claire and give her due credit while recognizing her loss. The Babyfaces on this show, both Lt. and Capt., are so great.

Sort of side-eyeing Claire for not getting what Annekje meant earlier, but whatever. Also why so many VOs in this ep. Stahp. For real though, the way she reassures Claire that she’ll care for the sick when Claire leaves is so good. So like Claire leaves knowing she’s not breaking her oath.

Speaking of oaths...they are pesky little things, aren’t they. For real, I love Capt. Babyface. Like even when he’s a threat to Jamie, and therefore my girl Claire’s happiness, I can’t help but like him.

Oh look. Jamie’s looking at the pictures of Bree. Cool that he thinks of her when he’s by himself but when he’s with Claire all he does is insult Bree, use her to hurt Claire like a certain other doucherocket did and acknowledge that Claire misses her but doesn’t offer any similar sentiments of his own so Claire’s basically feeling like she’s going through missing Bree alone. (A hug is nice, but not the same as a comforting word to Claire about your daughter, dude. Since you have yet to say basically anything nice about Bree that you didn’t then immediately contradict when you were in a pissy mood.)

“What Fergus did, he did for you.” “If you believe that, you dinna deserve to be let out of here.” PREACH, MARSALI. FUCKING PREACH.

I love Marsali so much. I love Fergus so much. I am Fersali trash and I am 1000% ok with that.

For real though, Jamie, I get you were desperate and shit, but you’re also not an idiot. Fucking take a minute and realize that Fergus basically saved your ass from your damn self. The guy is fucking great and you are a fucking asshole. #SorryNotSorry

“You’ll need to prove yourself to her as much as to me.” Jamie. Wtaf is wrong with you. Fergus is a fucking good dude. Marsali is a good woman. They fucking love each other and each fucking know how much the other loves them. There was never any reason why they shouldn’t have gotten your blessing except that you were being a twat. Not that they even need your blessing. It’s a gesture of respect that I’m honestly not sure you’re worthy of at the moment. But wait, I forgot that you’re not a dick anymore apparently and everything’s fine, it’s all forgotten and totally ok now. (For real, I really want to like Jamie again. I’m just...struggling.)

Lol, Jamie calling Fergus “mon fils” is like the equivalent of saying a romantic book line to Claire in that it seems like the show thinks that makes everything he’s done ok.

Ok but for serious. Give Annekje her own show. She’s like so self-assured and like yeah, I totally know that this ridic thing will work because I *actually know shit about the sea*. SHE’S SO COOL AND I WANT TO BE FRIENDS WITH HER.

The JHRC’s always sound so forced. This one is no exception.

And we end on a cliffhanger. Again. Because of course we do.

But whatever. Next week we get tan, sea soaked Claire. Which does things for me. So since I’m basically just here for Claire at this point, bring on jungle shenanigans and here’s hoping the crazy fucking priest is slightly less crazy than he was in the book and they cut a bunch of the random shit when Claire’s at his house... Because fuck it, if I’m drunk enough the ridiculousness is silly enough to justify watching. I guess.