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fiannalover · 3 months ago

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bweirdoctober day 30 - Ghost

Medeia was usually as much of a star part-timer as one could be. Ever diligent, careful, with a nice sense of humor and capable of doing her job fast enough to relax and tend to other things afterwards.

Right now, as she grumbled through the cemetery, sighed and dragged her way to grabbing cleaning utensils and just generally showcased more exhaustion than the actual dead people, none of these characteristics really applied.

“Um, Medeia? Are you alright?” Ariadne asked once the girl stopped for a break. “You have not been staying up all night for some project, have you?”

“Noooo, not reallyyyyyy. I always get a healthy amount of sleep even if I have been going to bed a bit later than usual.” She replied, sighing and sitting down by the foot of her friend’s grave. “This is more mental exhaustion than physical. I could just potion my way through the latter, anyway.”

“I-Is that so? Well, by mental, you mean?”

“I have just went through a pain of a philosophy exam, had to finish some projects, my uncle has been asking for me to help him with a lot more stuff, for some reason.” She complained. “It’s nothing biiiiiiiiig! I just kind of wish I could have a day taken care of for me.”

The ghost thought over the request for a bit, then offered. “Actually, that can happen.”

“Hum?”

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The next day, Medeia’s body woke up. And Ariadne opened its eyes. Whoa-ho-ho, she had a physical body again. This was weeeeeeeeird.

Very slowly, very carefully, she pushed off her blankets and got out of the bed, adjusting herself to feelings of weight she had not felt for a long time. Her feet touched the ground, adding gravity and texture, as a well as a need for balance, to the sensorial repertoire. Ok, ok, one, two. She got it.

Texture. She properly noticed the pajamas she was wearing, comfortable little sources of warmth. Clothes had become lighter and less restrictive than they were back when she was alive, but she didn’t particularly dislike them. They were very-

“Huuur, woof! Woof, woof!”

Medeia’s corgi woke up and stared at her from his bed, head tilting in confusion as he noticed something amiss. On her part, Ariadne only gasped. “Argo!” The dog relaxed upon recognizing the person in front of him, even as she dove towards him and nuzzled her face against his until he let out a yip of protest. “Sorry! Sorry. I just liked seeing you. And I most certainly adore holding you!”

She picked up the dog and let their noses touch, scratched his chin a bit, then put him on the ground. Moving towards the vanity desk set, the girl avoided touching any blatant magical chemistry products and focused on getting ready for the day.

The mirror made this a bit weird, though. It very much wasn’t her she was looking at. Especially when it came to the hair. She much preferred her own hair’s texture in comparison to this one. At the same time…

Deciding to go for it, she grabbed some of the hair and held it to her face, sniffing in the last bits of the shampoo and conditioner still present in it, blissful smile obtained from doing so. This was Medeia’s hair. And it was very much Medeia.

“Very well. Let us get to showering and dressing and getting ready for the day!”

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That was right, she had to eat. It had been a long time since she had to!

Getting out of her room and going down the stairs, Argo by her side, Ariadne stumbled around before finding her way to the kitchen. There, a black-haired man stood by the sink, washing something with a set breakfast table in front of her.

“Good morning, uncle Jack!” She greeted, making sure to hide her identity. “Is it okay for me to eat?”

The man in question turned around, took a good look at her and raised his eyebrow. “... Morning, Mem. Go ahead. Trying something new? With your clothes, I mean.”

Yes, she was. The potion maker usually stuck to gradients of yellow, brown and orange, but the ghost had a preference for red, white and black, and, since those colors were there, that was what she went with. A white poet shirt and a below knee black A-line skirt. Rounding the outfit with red sneakers was probably not the right choice, but it felt fun enough.

And then, the hair. Medeia always held it loose. But Ariadne put it together in a ponytail, tying it together with a red string.

“I hav- I mean, yeah! Gotta do something different every once in a while?” Hehehe, yes! She was doing great! This was most certainly exactly how she spoke.

“... Yeah. Of course.” Jack replied, turning to the cupboards in search of a food item or two. “Have anything you want. I’ll make some more things in the meantime.”

Complying, she looked at the table, all the options available in front of her stoking her hunger and indecision. Argo barked, reminding her to pick something already, which ended up being a bread roll she eagerly bit into, crispy shell and soft insides delighting her palate.

“Someone is happy with the simple delights today.” The man teased as he opened the microwave door and took something out of it.

“A-ah! Well, yo-ya know how sometimes you eat something, and it is just a bit better than you expected?” She offered as an excuse while tearing off a bit of the bread to hand over to the corgi.

“That I do. And I hope this helps with that feeling by giving a nice little bonus to your day.” The wizard put a mug in front of her, soft, welcoming brownie inside. “It should be at the perfect temperature by the time you finish your bread. Don’t forget the coffee and butter.”

“Certainly! Thanks for reminding me!” Grabbing a second mug, she filled it halfway with coffee, dusted it with a healthy amount of cinnamon to sweeten, then carefully added milk, taking little sips until it arrived at the ideal temperature and taste. That done, she grabbed a knife to properly open the loaf in her hands, then slathered butter all over the internal crumb, a delightful, classic experience she hadn’t had in so long.

Then, once those were finished, the brownie. She blew upon it to make sure she would not instantly burn her tongue, then began carving it out with a spoon, warm chocolate pleasure invading her mouth. It was not anything fancy, like the ones she ate when alive. But it was comfortable, carrying a morale-boosting effect that empowered her to do anything. Very quickly, she made sure to eat it all up, holding herself back from scratching the mug for more.

“Glad you liked it, Mem. Now come on. You gotta brush your teeth before school.” He reminded.

“Dear me! I was about to forget.” Politely excusing herself from the table, she let Argo guide her to the bathroom, finished getting ready and went for the door, stopping the dog from leaving the house with her. “Oh, Argo! I cannot take you with me to school. You know that. And, Uncle Jack! Thank you lots for the breakfast!” She said, with a full proper lady bow directed to him.

The corgi whined as the door closed on him, while the wizard chuckled, making his way through his own breakfast sweet. “Don’t worry, old puppy. She is gonna be fine… Probably.” He sighed, though. “Wish she told me in advance. If I knew about this, I’d have had time to make something more fancy.”

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High school life. Right. This shouldn’t be too hard. It had been a long time since she did any studies, nevermind the fact she was home schooled back when she was alive, but she brushed up a bit over the last year from helping Medeia with her homework. Also, since exam weeks and other presentations had just ended, it should be a relaxing, not-much-happening day.

“Deiaaaaaaa! How are you doing, girl? I love the outfit!”

“Nami! Wait for me!”

Duncan! Nami! Was she happy to recognize these voices! Hum, should she tell them who she is? They all already knew each other, after all. But… Well, she kinda wanted to keep appearances up, hehe.

“Is that so? Well, I do think I look good, but it is good to have a professional offering confirmation~!” Ariadne replied, putting on her best unearned confidence. “How about you two? Are you doing fine after our little busy week?”

“Urgh, tell me about it. I think my grades are gonna be fine, but I’m just glad it got to an end.” Duncan confessed, scratching the back of his red hair.

“We’ll do fine, dear.” Nami offered, taking his other hand on hers to soothe him. “Now, let's have a great day and have tons of fun after!”

Ariadne giggled. Yeah! Nothing would go wrong!

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“Alright everybody! We are keeping our exam momentum by going to the lab for a graded experiment to be made in trios!” The chemistry teacher announced.

As the rest of class complained and bargained, her two friends turned straight to Ariadne. “We’re counting on you, Medeia.”

Oh no.

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“Let’s see… the note given with the candle claims its composition is C26H54. Burning stuff requires oxygen, so maybe water is part of the end result?” Duncan suggested.

“Very much so. We can write down the answer as such with no worries.” The ghost replied, doing her best to appear confident while discreetly flipping through her textbook.

This was working. She had been able to bluff her way through letting them do most of the activity, while pivotally offering some information she remembered Medeia talking about or she just checked. And now, they got to the last exercise.

“In front of you is a piece of leaf, a beaker and some strips of paper. Find out how to separate and identify the leaf’s base chemical components?” Nami repeated, having no idea of what to do.

But this time… There are many ways to separate mixtures, and not all of them require heat. For example… ta-da! See? The mushy ink of the rose petals-

“Do not worry. I thi- I know exactly what to do.” Ariadne declared.

“Really?”

“Thank you, Deia!”

Ooooooh, the nerves were coming back. But she could do this. Rummaging through her host’s back-pack, she picked up the mortar and pestle Medeia always carried. Put the leaf in it alongside some water- no, alcohol! It had to be alcohol. She carefully poured that in, then mash, mash, mash!

Very well. It became a singular, green liquid. Transferring it to the beaker, she picked up one of the strips of paper the teacher offered and put it on the container. Anxiety flared as she worried she did something wrong, but then, slowly but surely, creeping upwards, the green of chlorophyll, the orange of carotenoids-

“Perfect. Everything you did was correct.” Miss Curtis announced. “Great job, you three!”

The trio breathed a sigh of relief, and one of them decided to break her cover immediately. “Yay~!”

Duncan and Nami stared at her wordlessly, then quickly dragged her back to their table. “Who are you and what have you done to Medeia?” He asked.

“E-eh?”

“She would never celebrate in such an adorably unsure way.” Nami pointed out.

“Yeah. She is always super stuck up and aware of her own superiority.” Duncan agreed.

“WHAT IS THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN!?” Medeia roared out, then immediately peaced out and left her friend to deal with how the entire classroom was looking at her. “U-u-um… That is to say… By happenstance, it is apparent that, erm-”

The interrogation duo flatly stared at her. “Ariadne?”

Oh well.

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With the remaining classes going by, the two humans finally got to sit down and have a nice, friendly talk with their undead friend.

“So? Did some weird accident happen while you two were hanging out or?” Duncan flatly questioned.

“No, we agreed to do this. I suggested controlling her for the day so she could rest, and she accepted the idea. I would not be able to possess her otherwise.” She replied.

“Really? That is how it works?” The girl that was not possessed at the time asked.

“Yes! In order for possession to happen, the host must willingly accept the other person in.” Ariadne clarified, then conceded. “Of course, agreeing to such an action does not always happen… under the best of circumstances. Which is why most victims of unlawful ghosts consist of people who were not in the best of places, from the mental standpoint.”

“That totally isn’t Medeia. Her confidence is way too rock-solid for that.” He conceded.

“Sooooo… how is she right now? Is Deia resting like she wanted to?” The other girl asked.

“Yes! She is… sleeping in right now? What happened back then was the equivalent of, um, punching the alarm clock out of reflex and not waking up?” The ghost attempted to explain. “She occasionally stops by to see if I am doing well, but overall, she is on rest mode.”

“Do we have to worry about getting you out of her body?” The redhead checked.

“Not at all! We have agreed that I will willingly leave by evening. Even if I do not want to do that, rejecting a possession is a matter of exercising a magical will stronger than that of the being affecting you.” She told them, realizing she was close to finishing sharing everything needed. “There are specific potions for that, but Medeia’s sense of self and magic finesse are so great that at any given point she can just, ah, crush me like an empty soda can, I believe is the way to say it!”

Accepting all the information that was given to them, the couple got themselves a little sidebar, then turned back to the oblivious third wheel. “Well, since you’re enjoying a human body for the first time in ages…”

“It only makes sense we take our friend out to have lots of fun!” Nami announced.

“Uh?”

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“Y-you genuinely do not have to do this!”

“Nonsense! We got lunch at school, have nothing to do in the afternoon, so we’re all hitting the city!” Nami declared, elbows linked with her friend.

“Agreed! Just think of this as us showing a long distance friend our place after we finally meet in person. You had to give guests a tour of your big fancy house back in the day, right? This is the same thing!” Duncan reinforced, locking her other elbow so she wouldn’t be able to escape.

“I- I say- verily- Ah, so be it! Let us go!”

“YEAH!”

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A quick bus ride, and the ghost was successfully taken to the nearest shopping mall. Feeling the ground under her feet truly hammered how breathtakingly dizzying the place was, though, for better or worse, she didn’t have to worry much about processing that thanks to Nami’s laser focus.

“It’s time for us to do CLOTHES SHOPPING!” She announced, waltzing into the store. “Come on you two, I’ll help you try everything!”

“I was going to ask if I shall survive… but I suppose I don’t have to worry about that.” Ariadne confessed.

“Yeah. She's about to take us for a ride. It is a bit too much at times, I'll admit.” The smitten boyfriend sighed. “But her happiness as she does so… I fell for that smile so many times. And I'll never get tired of seeing it. So it's not like I dislike this.”

The girl took in these words, as well as the expression he made while saying them. Was there someone who would look at her like this?

“You two come on! Ariadne, I found the CUTEST dress, you’re trying it on now!” The fashion designer-to-be decided.

“Waaaaaait!!!!”

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Nami’s victims fought for their lives as they went through a wave of dresses, kilts, leather jackets, kigurumis, shirts, shorts and the odd choker. At last…

“This-”

A white sundress, golden patterns around its collar and the lower hem. Sandals clear as glass and a straw hat tied in red. A simple, elegant outfit that would never go wrong.

“-is perfect!” Ariadne announced!

The three of them rejoiced.

“You two remember we can’t buy anything here, right?” Duncan pointed out, keeping his role in the group dynamic as the voice of reason.

“That is fine. Just trying this on was more than enough happiness for me.” The ghost answered, showcasing a soft smile as bright as the sun.

Quietly, the couple thought to themselves. Ah. So cute. We must keep her safe forever.

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Everyone went back to wearing their normal clothes and hairstyle, Ariadne’s ponytail now tied in a cute little bow, courtesy of Nami.

“Alright! We should go and take her to eat somewhere, right?”

“Actually… maybe she could have something made from reliable sources?” His girlfriend suggested, holding her friend by the shoulders in conspiratorial glint. “Your food is so great, dear! And your job’s kitchen is ten minutes away~!”

“Medeia has sung its praises a couple of times. It would… be nice…”

“No. Today is my day-off. I am NOT going there and asking Mr. o’ Dyna to let us borrow the café’s kitchen!” He fiercely stood his ground. “Do you hear me!? I am NOT doing that!”

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Duncan put his hands together in prayer and bowed at the same time. “Mr. O’ Dyna, sir! Please let me prepare something for my friends real quick! You can cut this off my payment, sir!”

The fairy chuckled and answered with his habitual calm. “There is no need for that. I know you won’t get in the way of the other workers, so it will be fine.” Having been looking intently at the body with two souls the entire time, he finally asked. “Should I send for some exorcism tea?”

“NO NO NO NO NO, she is with us! This is for giving her something nice, if anything.” His employee explained.

“Is that so? Well, then I hope you will all have a great time. Also, please, relax more around me, alright, Duncan?”

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Having found a little corner for the three of them, the cook put on his apron and handed over a copy of the menu to the girls. “So? What will the ladies have?”

Giggling over her boyfriend’s act, Nami replied. “I don’t knoooooow! Ariadne, dear? Care to ask for both of us?”

Looking over her options, she requested an option she was familiar enough with. “Would pancakes be feasible? If not-”

“They very much are. Please, wait just a minute.”

The two watched with anticipation, as their cook performed each step of their order with care and attention, from the mix to the spreading of batter on the frying pan, each flip earning him a wave of cheers. Three mugs were set apart alongside the plate and dining utensils, hinting at a little something more coming their way, the espresso machine growling as it filled the cups, only for the barista to take then away and do his magic adding some milk and cinnamon to the mix.

“Here you go. A couple of pancakes and associated toppings for each of you, plus a complimentary cappuccino on the house. Hope you like it!” He explained, delivering their orders with a smile in spite of any previously voiced complaints.

“Thank you for the meal!”

Ariadne took the first forkful to her mouth, soft fluffiness delighting her senses. Honey, whipped cream and cherries accompanied the experience, adding layers and differing tastes to the sweetness. And then, a warm, carefully balanced cappuccino to help wash it all down.

“So? Was it good?” The chef asked as he finished storing away the dishes.

“Incredibly so! Thank you, truly!”

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“Alriiiiiiight~! Here is the last spot we have for our unplanned tour!” Nami announced. “Get ready for your ARCADE TIME!”

Ah, yes, the ‘arcade’. She supposed she had seen this place before during one of the times she ventured out of the cemetery at night. People celebrating and despairing over their button presses and screens. Medeia had explained videogames to her before but-

“COME ON, let's do it!”

“Waaaaaaaaa!”

First, start by the whack-a-mole and ice rink tables. Then, introduce the workings of electronics through a racing game cabinet. After that, let it be what it be.

Ariadne aimed her zapper and took down another incoming zombie. “Hahaha, this is fun- HAH!”

Watching their friend grow increasingly skilled at shooters at an exponential pace, the couple wondered if they messed up. It should be fine. Probably.

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“We HAVE to do this together!” Nami announced as they approached a dance pad machine. “Come on, there are enough mats for the three of us!”

Getting in the rhythm was awkward. Developing the coordination needed to associate each direction on screen with the buttons beneath her, more so. But bit-by-bit, she figured out the game’s workings, until she was around Duncan’s level.

It was clumsy. It was awkward. But it was so much fun!

“Oooooo, Ari, your singing is so cute!” Nami said.

“Huh. Is that how Medeia’s singing would sound like? It feels unreal.” Duncan added.

O-oh no. Did she start humming the chorus while playing?

“Encore! Encore! Encore! Encore!”

A-alright! She’d try her best!

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The trio cheered and laughed as they took Medeia back home, now with a complimentary corgi keychain. The sun set and went away, twilight showcasing the initial signs of the incoming moon. At last, they arrived at their destination. “We took you all over the place today. Did we do too much?” Duncan asked.

“No, no! Trust me, I had a lot of fun!” Ariadne replied, warmth in her voice. “I never had the opportunity to go out and enjoy myself with friends when I was alive. This was… the first time, really. Thank you.”

“We’re always here for you, Ari~! Wait, did we get Deia late for her job?” Nami realized.

“Not at all. She managed to get today off to rest a bit. Everything should be fine.” The ghost explained. “We shall separate again in her room, so I suppose this is goodbye.”

Both of them gave her a warm hug, then waved as they went their own way. “See you later! If you want to do something again, we’re down!” Duncan offered.

“Thank you! Truly, thank you lots!” She said, watching them leave, then going in once she could no longer see them. Argo and Jack greeted her as she walked in, the former accompanying her to her host’s bedroom.

It was dark enough for her to leave.

So? Are you ready?

I am. Thank you, Medeia.

Calmly and peacefully, the ghost left the body that carried her, letting the wizard’s niece stretch and get used to herself again. “Oooooh, that was a nice nap. I’m the one who should thank you, if anything! Did anything bad happen?”

Ariadne chuckled, floating in midair while Argo spun between the two of them. “No, not at all. Well, Duncan and Nami found out pretty quickly. Spending time with them was lovely.”

The brunette sat on her bed, comfortable in her companionship. “Did you have fun today?”

“I did, yes.”

“Great. Then there is nothing else I could ask for.” She decided, content with everything about their little plan. “Do you want me to walk you home? You can ride with me on the bike.”

“No need for that. The cemetery is not that far away.” She replied. “See you tomorrow.”

“See you, Ariadne.”

The ghost phased away through the bedroom’s wall, floating off on her way as the moonlight, stars and street lights shined on her transparent visage. At that moment, the potion maker realized she could still taste the last bits of honey in her mouth, a small hint of what she experienced that day.

Looking at her, Medeia smiled.

Argo yipped, making his owner pick him up and lightly nuzzle him. “Come on boy. Let’s see what we have for dinner.”

Night went on, each in their own place.

#bweirdoctober #fian's ocs #medeia camille #ariadne saint-saens #duncan campbell #nami hanaoka

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wolfish-trickster · 4 years ago

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Liar

final part (I like number 7, let's end it at number 7)

Loki x female!reader

Word count: 2,9K

Warnings: angst, typos (not when drunk gods are talking, those are intentional), drunk god bros™, hangover

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A/N: thank you so much for reading this unexpected mini series❤️

Loki swayed from one side to another. His question still hanging in the air. Thor was struggling to get back up on his feet. When it looked like he's making progress, he fell down on his knees again and had to start over.

"Has any of you ever seen them like that?" Steve whispered.

Everyone shook their heads. Your eyes remained glued to Loki. He never drank. Well, if he had to he drank fine wine or some other 'fancy' alcohol from Tony's stash, but he never drank to the point of being drunk. Only slightly tipsy.

You remember the first time you saw him drink. It was a long time ago. Tony made him. He said it will make him 'turn that frown upside down'. You saw him drain the whole bottle that day and it did nothing to him. Only tainted his pale cheeks with slight pink. You've seen him drink more than a bottle since then, but it was never enough to make him stumble through his words, or sway around like Jack Sparrow. How much did he had?

Anxiety gnawed on you again. 'He drank because of you. Because of what you told him. Your words pushed a literal god to drink his sadness away.'

"Weeeell?" Loki asked again. When Thor fell down with a thud on the floor again Loki rolled his eyes and was at least pretending to help him stand up. You swear you heard him whisper something along the lines of 'get up you outgrown lightning mouse, don't embarass me in front of her', but that could've been just your imagination.

"For god's sake, how much did you guys have?" Sam asked and Bucky stole Rex from his lap while he was distracted.

Thor while leaning on the back of the couch was counting his fingers. After a while he gave up. "A lot. We made our anescesterors proud," he bared his teeth in a proud grin.

"You mean ancestors, right?"

Thor's head turned to Nat. "Yes! We had a whoooole barrel. One for me," he hugged his brooding brother around shoulders (more like leaned on him with his entire weight) "and one for Kiki," the childish nickname earned Thor a massive shove to the side. "Do not call me dat!"

Bruce facepalmed. "Guys, what are we gonna do with them?"

Clint pulled out his phone, recording everything. "Enjoy while it lasts."

You smacked his phone away, a sudden need to protect your (hopefully still) friend's dignity roused inside of you. "You can't!" you said louder than you wanted.

Clint just shook his head. "You're no fun Y/N," and put his phone away.

You frowned at them. "I know. I know I'm no fun, and I am annoying sometimes, and weak and dumb compared to all of you. I know all of that! I don't care!"

Bucky stared up at you. "What has gotten into you doll?"

"I'll tell you what. I was a bitch, okay? I was overthinking everything ever since I had that argument with Loki. His words started something inside of my head. I started to think they were true, that when my best friend thought those things what must all of you think. And even when I knew they were lies those thoughts stayed up here," you pointed at your head, "and I hate myself for still keeping them there. And just when I thought I'll finally make up with Loki and everything will be good again I fuck up!" you wiped an escaped tear, took a breath and continued.

"It's my fault he's like this. He was drinking because of what I said. All of this is because of me," you hugged your arms to comfort yourself a little. Everyone stared at you, including the drunk brothers.

What you were letting out of your mouth probably didn't make sense as a whole. They were just your anxious thoughts getting free, they didn't care in which order. All of that stress, everything that has been rotting inside of your chest is out now. You feel a little better.

"Daaaarlin', 's not your fault," Loki interrupted your train of thoughts, reminding you that just because you talked your heart out, it didn't fix your mistake of hurting him.

"Yeah, and whose then?" you said calmly.

Loki stood up straighter while still swaying a little. "The univers! She won't let us be toge'er, thas why I haf to make up with 'er," his british accent got deeper.

You slowly walked towards him. "No Loki, this is my fault. And I'll fix it too," you took him by his arm and slowly lead him away. To his bedroom. However, he protested.

"Wait! We have to give 'er flowerz," he leaned down to Thor and yanked some of the flowers along with his golden hair from Thor's head. "Y'kno, to makup."

You shook your head and walked with him a little faster. "You don't have to. All you have to do is go to sleep now."

When the Avengers finally came to their senses Bruce shouted after you. "Hey what about Thor?"

"He's all yours," you shouted back from the elevators and pressed button leading to Loki's floor.

'He's heavier than he looks,' you think as you get closer to his bedroom door.

He's been leaning on you for support the whole silent (mildly uncomfortably silent) way to his bedroom. He groaned and mumbled something undecipherable here and there. You wished to be already in his room, put him in his bed and dissappear for few hours. You felt so awkward helping your friend who can barely stand after he drank because of you.

"Can you lean on the wall please?" you asked him when you both stood infront of his locked door. He unhooked his arm from around your shoulders and practically threw himself onto the nearest wall.

"Lean, not fall!"

He chuckled. "Sorrey, is the gravity," he mumbled.

You rolled your eyes and fished out a key from his bedroom door from your sweatpant pocket. When the thin metal slid into keayhole Loki threw his arms around you and gently squeezed you. "Are ya real?"

"Eeeh, yes? Why are you asking?"

"Because," he squished your cheeks together, "you're nice to me. And you're cute," he giggled.

You chuckled and removed his hands from your cheeks. "Thanks, but this isn't you. You need to sleep."

"Not me?" he asked, confusion all over his face. He ran his hand across his torso and settled on his face. "But this is my body and my face! It has to be me!"

"Yes, it is, but the acting isn't. Now come," you took his hand and gently lead him through his open door.

You pushed him to sit on his bed and wanted to walk out, but he won't let go of your hands. He studied them like a little child, turning them, looking at them from every angle. You blushed. He hasn't been this tender for a long time.

You cleared your throat. "You need to sleep. You're gonna have a massive hangover tomorrow."

His eyes left your hands resting in his and bore into yours. But they weren't as clear as usual, they were clouded and lost. "Why?"

"Eeeh, because you're drunk?"

"Why?"

"Because you drank?"

"Why?"

"Because-" no, you can't tell him. "It doesn't matter. Just sleep now," you tried to push him to his bed, but even in this state he was strong and unmovable.

"I don't wanna sleep. I need to find Univers!"

"Well, you can find your universe after you sober up."

"Noooo," he shook his head dramatically, his hair whiping around him. "I can't find my universe. YOU are MY universe," he held your hands close to his chest.

"But I need to find THE Universe! With the T'n'H'n'E infront of it," he started to ramble about Universe conspiring against him and you, but you didn't listen.

You stopped listening after he said 'you are my universe'. Did he mean it?

" 'Your' universe?" you asked and finally pushed him to lie down on his bed.

"Yea," he yawned, his eyelids became too heavy for him to keep open. "I know you hate me, but I.... I...," and he was gone. Off to the dreamland.

You stayed there for few more minutes in case he woke up and finished what he wanted to say, but no such thing happened. You could play on drumms next to him and he wouldn't move.

You softly brushed his hair from his face and covered him with his soft black blanket. "I don't hate you Loki. I never did. I just hope you'll be just as nice and calm when you sober up as you were right now," you caressed his cheek for the last time and walked to his door.

Before you closed, you looked back at him and softly whispered. "You are my universe too Loki."

Loki's head pulsed with pain. That's what woke him up, actually. Blindly, he felt around him with his hands, trying to find out where he was. Warm blanket, soft bed, his Asgardian armour still on. It was dirty from clay and smelled weird. Almost like.... alcohol?

'Oh,' he thought, 'that happened.'

He groaned and opened his eyes, only to instantly cover them with his palm. Light from the nearby window was stabbing his eyeballs causing him even bigger headache. All he wanted to do was get a big- no, giant cup of cold water and down it just as fast as he was doing with the alcohol yesterday.

But whenever he tried to use his magic only green and gold sparkles flew from his fingers and when he tried to stand up he got dizy and the whole room started to spin. He fell down onto his bed again. He felt as if his brother hit him with Mjolnir, his famous hammer.

If he wanted a cup of water, he will have to suffer through those few steps to his bathroom.

He reluctantly and slowly stood up and walking very close to wall he made his way for a drink. Or three, just in case.

After a long and unpleasant journey he fell onto his bed again, but not before he pulled blinds over the horribly bright window and rid himself of any dirty and uncomfortable clothes, leaving him only in his underwear.

With his head underneath his blanket, to block out any more light, he tried to remember as much of his actions from yesterday as he could.

From your room he went to gym to punch his frustration out. That's where Thor found him, interrogated him and then dragged him to Asgard to have a drink. Or a whole pub apparently. The rest is a blur. Something about garden, flowers and him and his brother crashing down to Midgard to look for someone. Who? He doesn't remember. Maybe you, since he remembered something about flowers. Maybe his drunk self thought it would be best to make up with you.

But that didn't make any sense, he had nothing to apologize for anymore. You were the one who told him those word. Where even were you anyways?

Just as he finished that thought he heard his doorknob move and his door creaked open.he slowly peaked out from underneath the blanket and in the dimness saw a familiar silhouette. You.

Carefully you put one foot infront of the other and walked straight towards him. You must think he's still asleep, that's why you're so careful. Oh, how he longed to pretend to be asleep and then jump at you and scare you. But he can't. He can't let his mischievious nature do that yet. Not when things between you two aren't like they used to be.

Instead he kept his eyes open and when you got close enough, he slightly moved. "Well look who showed up," he said.

You flinched a little. "Thank god you're finally awake. How are you feeling?"

"Horrible, to be honest," he rubbed his temples. "Why did you say 'finally awake'?"

You completely ignored his question. "Do you need anything? Water? Painkillers?"

"How about you give me an answer?"

You sighed. "You were out for two days Loki. I was starting to think you had alcohol poisoning and died in your sleep. I was checking up on you every few hours to make sure you're still with us," you confessed.

"Oh, alright. Thank you. And I don't need anything. I already obtained it," he pointed at his bedside table with three glasses of water.

"Still, your head must be torturing you. I'll bring you some painkillers," you ran outside before he could stop you.

You returned after few minutes with a small box of pills on one hand and a jar of water in the other. "So you don't have to stand up and go to the bathroom after you drink those three cups," you said and put the jar on his bedside table.

"Thank you. You are oddly kind to me," Loki pointed out.

You hummed and awkwardly stood infront of his bed, trying not to look at his naked torso. You fidgeted with the box for a while. "Just take one when you want," you said finally and put it next to the jar.

"Hey, can you tell me what happened yester- I mean two days ago? Was I and Thor a big disaster?" he asked, wanting you to stay with him.

"Well," you chuckled and scratched the back of your head. "It was a bit awkward and confusing. You and Thor appeared on the balcony and you were looking for universe for some reason."

Loki facepalmed. The pain from embarrassment was bigger than the pain his head was causing. "And let me guess, The Earth's Mightiest Heroes recorded everything, didn't they?"

You shook your head. "No, I didn't let them."

"Thank you," he smiled kindly.

You returned the smile. "Hey, can I sit here?" you pointed at the corner of his bed.

"Sure," he moved a little to give you more space. The bed dipped under your weight a little.

"I want to tell you few things," you said, your eyes watched how you fidgeted with your fingers.

"I'm listening."

"First I want to apologize for what I said. I was tetchy and I know it doesn't excuse what I said," you raised your eyes to his. "I just want you to know I didn't mean them. And I'm sorry. I would like to be your friend again. Please."

Loki bit his tongue from teasingly telling you 'no' and took a deep breath. "I would like to be your friend as well. I don't want us to argue anymore. So," he extended his arm towards you, "friends?"

You beamed at him. To him your smile shone brighter than the sun outside. You took his hand and shook it. "Friends."

"I'm glad," he squeezed your hand gently. He didn't want to let go yet. "And what about the rest of what you wanted to tell me?"

"Oh, right," you looked to the side. "You said something yesterday."

"Something offensive? If so, I apologize-"

"No! Not at all! It just..." you bit your lower lip and tilted your head, something you subconsciously did when you blushed. "Y-you said that... I am your universe," you said carefully.

Loki froze. Did he really say that? You didn't look like you were lying. Why did he tell you that? Why were you bringing that up? Did you possibly feel the same and want to be sure he wasn't kidding when he said it?

Loki must've took too long to respond, because you were trying to pull your hand from his and leave. This time Loki was fast to stop you. "I really said that?"

You gulped. "Yes, ehm did you mean it? Wait, you don't remember. Sorry," you chuckled awkwardly.

"If I said that while drunk, I meant it."

"Really?"

"Yes. I once heard 'alcohol reveals, who a person truly is', in that case I am a romantic," he winked and you giggled. He liked the fact you still giggle at his stupid jokes.

"For real now. You are my universe. My best friend. My partner in crime. And if you allow then I would like to add another title: my paramour. If you feel the same way, that is."

You smiled softly and intertwined your fingers with his. "You are my universe as well, Loki."

"Great," he lifted your joined hand to his lips and pressed a soft kiss to the back of your hand. "When I sober up and feel better I'm officially asking you out on a date."

"How long does it usually take for you to sober up?"

"A day or two," Loki shrugged and fell back onto his bed. His head started spinning again.

"That's too long," you said and layed next to him. "Can I watch over you while you sleep?"

"Sure thing love," he hugged you to him and kissed the crown of your head.

Bonus

"Darling, it's 2pm."

"Yes, so?"

"Aren't you supposed to take Rex out?"

"Bucky is training him."

"Oh, okay."

"You're so sweet to think of him."

"Hmmm."

*meanwhile*

Steve: hey, aren't you supposed to train him?

Bucky: *lying on the floor, Rex napping on his chest*

Bucky: uuuh, I gave him a break.

Steve: *raises one eyebrow*

Bucky: please don't tell her

Steve: only if I can join in

A/N: I was this close to write the angstiest ending, but I have a good mood today

#loki #loki odinson #loki x reader #the avengers #loki fluff #loki angst #loki x reader angst #drinking #drunk loki #drunk thor #hangover

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the-acid-pear · 3 years ago

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Tumblr refuses to let me reblog the post again, so this is the second part of me reading the second btg book! ☺️

Still Chapter 211

Son on son violence

Chapter 212

This dude pretty cute ngl

Shit, rip

AAWW HIGH 5 🥺🥺

It's almost like they are a regular father and son 😭🥺💔

Chapter 213

Look how thigh those shirts are hehehoho 🥴

OYXITSITDITDLTD

Ooooh there goes my man Jyaku ready to kick some ASS

🥺😭💞

Baki really just forgot his mom eh, thought you were getting stronger for HER smh

Oh Jyaku vs Retsu? Nvm Jyaku i can only hope Retsu is nice w you

I like how most are like, confused over who to cheer for lmao

I know he won't make it but I'm cheering for Jyaku btw i like him more <33

Chapter 214

Love that title, can't believe Jyaku is gonna ask Retsu out 😍 /j

He really is just honest Igari

I love that he apologizes

Chapter 215

OJFOYDITDISTOTDG

HIS FACEEE THIS FUCKING CLOWN 😭😭😭

THIS IS JUST SO FUCKING FUNNY

Chapter 216

Burgir

GHZJDUDDRHD THEY ARE SOOO MAD

That smile so cute...

Jyaku is a king

Love it when Retsu throws that pose, though y'all know why

HDGSSGSGF you are coming to Japan wether you like it or not 🔫

Chapter 217

Finally Jyaku got serious too

WITH HIS TOES 😭

King is just obsessed i luv him

HEHE HAIRY LEGS

It does seem like Jyaku is trynna confess his love jfnshdshdf

Chapter 218

I remember i almost laugh cry with my dad when we saw this

His damn beard... 💔

THE HAND OF THE TRAITOR

He has a good point

They be calling my man Jyaku a masochist noooo yfjdhdgs

Chapter 219

Okay seems kinda into it <:/

Old man? He doesn't look that old Baki :/

That was so smart 🥺

Chapter 220

Retsu calm down please you are gonna break his back

Oh my god Retsu, oh my god.

He did apologize at least

Chapter 221

Damn dude be a little more gentle with him

Oh, get was picking him up, okay

FR FR

🥺🥺🥺

FARHDHDYFTH THE KINGGG

Chapter 222

I love how everyone completed him (except Yujiro but not surprising), these warriors are such a good team

I want to eat an apple too now

That was fast

I got distracted watching a vsauce react video sorry

Okay I'm glad a comment actually mentioned Sik

Chapter 223

Had to take a uh idk 5 hour break bc lights went out :/

Feet be fuming lmao

Ohhh that's a cool analysis

Chapter 224

What a good punch

That "please",,,

Poor Li man, having to see his brother DIE /j

No, Viêt Long, i have not been hit by a truck before.

Chapter 225

It's so funny how Jyaku lost bc he fought a main charac and only those win

Sad day for the Chinese citizens

Mf got tits in his back

This is gonna be so goodddd

Chapter 226

Look at the size of his tits, the slut

INSTAGRAM INFLUENCER POSE WOOO

These two are cool fighters

Chapter 227

Old man showing skin

His smile is so fucked up lmao

Chapter 228

Baki what the FUCK are you wearing?

I just remembered when Hana did a flip, that was so good

Retsu babey 🥺

I love how confused Yujiro looks

Chapter 229

Hey, i recognize that name...

Kaku just too op

Yujiro you are gonna pop your testicles if you do that with your leg

Chapter 230

God that's such a good threat

Love Retsu's confusion

Damn bitch you saying we gotta keep up w this whore cuz you were too slow? Ffs Kaku 😢

I love when you can tell someone is still hanging around just quietly by seeing their response in a comment

Chapter 231

God this just feels so good, to see Yujiro actually scared 😍

YOOO THAT'S POG

Chapter 232

I wanna finish this book and start the next one grrr

This fight is so satisfying

That last bit is so cringe but whatever that's okay

Fight so controversial comments were deactivated

Chapter 233

Itagaki hincha de boquita el más grande? 😳 /j

Okay yeah it IS just rude

Hohoooo shit getting nice

Chapter 234

This asshole lmao

Yuji-chan really went "how many times do i have to teach you this lesson, old man?!"

Mfs be doing Jojo references in the comments lol

Chapter 235

GTFO WITH THAT LOGIC RETSU IM SORRY CHINA IS LOSING BUT GET LOSTTTT AJSGAJGS

Ffs Kaku you are doomed 😢💔

Yujiro so strong my mouse disconnected

Chapter 236

Abs in his back...

Crying and shaking that is NOT true

DON'T FEED HIS EGO, KAKU

LIONS CAN BE KILLED BY TIGERS TOO!!!!

I thought Yujiro was bleeding for a second there smh

Chapter 237

OKAY YEAH IT IS HIS BLOOD ITS COMING OUT OF HIS NOSE ITS NOT MUCH BUT HE BLED

THE HEAD APPLAUSE

HE'S SO UPSET LMAOOO

Yujiro surprised is good shit

GSJDUFTHSTD

KAKU YOU LEGEND LMAO

Kaku has boyboss energy

Chapter 239

This cover almost gives me a stroke

I love how they all just shat their pants

These minor Chinese characters were so good tbh, sadly i don't think they will ever return

Don't worry Retsu, we the viewers have seen a man revive before

King i don't think any of us understands

It really is

CAN MEN IN THIS FRANCHISE JUST OPEN BOTTLES REGULARLY?!

Oh my god i though Yujiro was sitting on the air for a second i almost cry 😭

Coca cola must have paid Itagaki /j

Chapter 240

Oh so the Kaioh part takes the name, not the surname

...is Yujiro wearing a floral shirt? 😭

I LOVE THAT ENDING SO MUCH 🥺😭

Jyaku has his eyes fixated on Retsu eh, proud of having him come to Japan lmao

Chapter 241

HORRIBLE fit Baki

CHILDHOOD SAGA PART 2? 😰

Jk though i do miss Yuri 🥺

Oh hey Jr

You gonna fuck his girl, bro?

Chapter 242

So straight forward lmao

I'm starting to appreciate Baki's feminist ass every day even more

AAAA GRANDPAAA 🥺🥺💞

This page didn't allow me to call two mfs virgins smh, 1984

Chapter 243

Grandpa they shrunk you

Chapter 244

Kings idc about this

Okay true but also he's 70 dude pls... Though idk if this guy will go thru worse than Jack lmao

Such a nice lad

Chapter 245

Baki being such a feminist icon is so meaningful considering how his parents were,,,

MY MAN IS BACKKK AND AS DAPPER AS EVER

Doppo he's called Ali Jr how are you surprised?

OH MY GOD I JUST REALIZED HIS EYE PATCH HAS A PATTERN THAT'S SO COOL 🥺🥺😢💞

These men love throwing their glasses eh

Chapter 246

If only Igari and Toba had done this lol

OKAY THATS COOL I LIKE THAT

Me lo re devaluaron a mí pelado eh

HEHE OOOOH NICE 😳

Scenes that give me a boner

CHU...

Such a good callback...

Chapter 247

My man got serious, sweet

Doppo has been trying out his luck a bit too much like he's been betting with his life an uncomfortable lot like king do you need to talk? Are you okay? First asking Gouki to kill him now this like, is everything alright Doppo?

YEAH A BIT FUCKED UP TO THINK ABOUT

I love that blocking technique

OSHWOWHIWWH "gay ass Orochi, out of option so he touching dick" SHUT UPPP 😭😭💀

I really wish he got kicked in the nuts again see if he's still using his technique

Chapter 248

Poor guys thought he was bout to get murdered

A kiss? 😏 /j

When i saw this in the anime i actually thought Orochi was going to die, i was gonna get sooo angry

Chapter 249

What a way to cockblock em

Feminist icon

Jack is that the only sweater you own?

Chapter 250

I have been thinking of that scene of him eating the whole steak a lot

Jr like 🥺

Imagine being stupid enough to tease Jack like, i get he defeated two masters but they are NOTHING compared to this monster

Imagine jack just smoked some weed right there lmao

Jack needs to bite people more

Chapter 251

My shitty ass son gave me parkinson's

Jack that's not how human anatomy works what the fuck did Kureha do to your body spine?

Chapter 252

DAMN JR WHAT A FAT ASS

Looked like Jack was going for a handful

Those techniques must fuck your neck up so bad

Okay Jack you are going a bit far now don't cha think?

Chapter 253

You are tempting your luck sunny boy

Look at that, you pissed him off!

You cannot just know out jack hanma bro

HHH

This was so stupid yet, unironically, iconic

Chapter 254

Bruh i thought it said Pog 😭, ain't manslaughter poggers Mr Hanma?

OKAY THANKS JACK

Such a simp he downed that coffee cup

Grandpa put here cockblocking

Chapter 255

"no he didn't >:/"

These two masters are a pair of fucking idiots like understand this i love my grandpa and i love my man but mfs have to take the L for this one time sksgwjgshgw

Gouki bro my senses gonna shut down if you put your sucks against the dirt again OUGH sensory hell 😭

FOR FUCKING REAL JR

STOP ENABLING THE OLD MAN!! WKSGKSGSJSHDD for once I'm on Viêt's side 😭

Chapter 256

Hoho Gouki out here getting a panty shot 😳

Grandpa i love you but this was unnecessary

Chapter 257

Kozue should wear a Korn tshirt

GET HIS ASS KOZUE

OWHWLWGISGSJWG 😭😭 MF JUST STANDING THERE LIKE A FREAK I LOVE HIM BUT I HATE HIM SM!!!

Love how consistently round his hands are, king got no knuckles

HEY DONT CALL MY MAN A FREAK KOZUE

King hasn't changed his clothes ever since i see

His shoes look so nice...

OKAY OKAY HE HAS A POINT AT LEAST, HE AT LEAST ACCEPTED HE LOST BUT HE'S STILL BUTTHURT FROM IT SKSGAJGS BUT HE ADMITS IT!!

Doppo i love you but shut UPPP you lost get over it!! You are just going for the rematch bc you have the higher ground against a injured guy!!! Like Shibukawa didn't have time but you were already getting serious!! Hhhgrrrrrr doppo i love you but I'm going to bark

Hehe nvm he still hella fine... keep talking king 🥴

This was so mean of him sjsgwjwg

Chapter 258

Low-key starting to believe these two mfs plotted against Jr sjshsj

THAT FACE AKSGWJGS just 😐

If i didn't know you would get your ass handed in a plate i would be a lil mad he's planning on being that savage

He has been thru worse, sunny boy

Niceee

Tbh. I don't care anymore. Doppo is in the wrong, but GOD I'm a simp and i love seeing him fight 😍😍🥴

Yeah a comment mentioned it, we all were on Jr side until he threatened to kill Doppo Orochi like, even if not everyone here is as horny as me we all like an og fella

I also love how the prisoners really changed them all, the scars (both physical and mental) those 5 left will be remembered lol

#luly talks #btg #i ran out of space but that's good cuz im sleepy and have 3% of battery lol #i wanted to reach chapter 260 but this works #14 last episodes for tomorrow woo #baki liveblog

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lovemesomesurveys · 5 years ago

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1. Humpty Dumpty: Have you ever felt so broken that you didn’t feel like you could be put back together again? That’s how I’ve felt for a long time now.

2. Jack and Jill: Have you ever tumbled/rolled down a grassy hill? No.

3. Twinkle Twinkle Little Star: Do you enjoy stargazing? Has anyone ever gotten a star named for you? I don’t stargaze per se, but I’ll look up and acknowledge the stars sometimes for a moment. Aww no, no one has had a star named for me.

4. Little Bo Peep: Have you ever thought you lost something that was actually right in front of you the whole time? Yeah.

5. Itsy Bitsy Spider: What do you typically do on a rainy day? I don’t do anything different except for acknowledge that it’s raining. I love listening to the rain.

6. Baa Baa Black Sheep: Do you own any clothing made out of wool? No.

7. Ring Around the Rosie: Did you know that this childhood song/nursery rhyme is actually about The Black Death? Yep. Children back then made nursery rhymes during plagues, people today have memes.

8. Five Little Ducks: Have you ever gotten lost before? Yes.

9. I’m a Little Teapot: What is your favorite flavor/type of tea to drink? Peppermint, spearmint, and chamomile.

10. Hokey Pokey: How were you taught to understand the difference between your left and right sides? Hmm. I’m not sure.

11. Old MacDonald Had a Farm: What is your favorite farm animal? Horses.

12. Make up your own lyric for “Down By The Bay”. Okay, how about: “Down by the bay, where the watermelons grow, back to my home, I dare not go, for if I do, my mother will say, did you ever see a cat playing with a bat down by the bay.”

13. Little Miss Muffet: Would you be terrified if a spider sat down beside you? UH YES. That’s happened a few times where it was near me or even worse, ON ME. lsjfkdfklsd.

14. Rockabye Baby: Do you feel that this is a more calming or terrifying lullaby for children? It sounds calming, but yeah the lyrics are disturbing. “when the bough breaks, the baby will fall, down will come baby cradle and all.” Uh....

15. Hickory Dickory Dock: What are you usually doing when the clock strikes 1? 1PM I’m still asleep. 1AM I’m probably eating ramen and watching YouTube videos.

16. Pat-a-Cake: What’s your favorite thing to bake/baked good to eat? I don’t bake, but I love brownies, cupcakes, and muffins.

17. Why do we stomp our feet if we’re “Happy and We Know It”? Shouldn’t we be doing this when we’re angry instead? True.

18. The Wheels on the Bus: Where’s the furthest you’ve ever gone on a bus before? Not far, like just 10-15 minutes.

19. Row, Row, Row Your Boat: Do you enjoy boating? (ie: cruises, kayaking, canoeing, white water rafting, etc) I don’t do any of those things.

20. 3 Blind Mice: Do you know someone who is blind? Yes.

21. 3 Little Kittens: Do you prefer gloves or mittens when getting dressed for chilly weather? Gloves. I rarely need to wear them, though.

22. Jack Be Nimble: Do you enjoy lighting scented candles? I like the idea and aesthetic of it, but I don’t actually do it. I wish I were a candle lighting kinda gal.

23. Teddy Bear, Teddy Bear: Have you ever made a teddy bear or any other sort of stuffed animal at Build-a-Bear? If not, do you still have a favorite teddy bear/stuffed animal from your childhood? I have a lot of my stuffed animals from my childhood stored away.

24. 5 Little Monkeys Jumping on the Bed: Have you ever cracked your head open before and needed stitches? Nooo, thankfully.

25. Hey Diddle Diddle: The cat plays a fiddle. What instrument would you like to play? Piano.

26. Mary Had a Little Lamb: Have you ever brought a pet to school for show and tell before? No.

27. Once I Caught a Fish Alive: If you go fishing, do you release the fish afterwards, or do you take them home and cook them? The only fishing I do is in Animal Crossing haha. In which case, I sometimes keep to sell or let ‘em go.

28. Little Jack Horner: What is your favorite flavor of pie? The only kind of pie I like is cheesecake.

29. Mary, Mary, Quite Contrary: Do you have a garden? What do you plant in it? Nope. I do in Animal Crossing, though lmao.

30. Miss Mary Mack: Do you wear clothing with a lot of buttons? I don’t like wearing stuff with buttons. Too much work.

31. Old Mother Hubbard: What is your favorite food to keep in your cupboard? Ramen.

32. There Was an Old Woman Who Lived in a Shoe: Do you have a lot of siblings growing up? Did you enjoy it? Why or why not? I only have two brothers.

33. This Little Piggy: Do you like roast beef? No.

34. Rain, Rain Go Away: Have you ever played outside in the rain before? Yeah.

35. It’s Raining, It’s Pouring: Do you know someone who snores very loudly? My dad does.

36. Star Light, Star Bright: Do you ever wish on stars? Has one of your wishes actually come true before? Nope.

37. Here is the Beehive: Are you allergic to bees? Do you know anyone who is? Do you enjoy eating honey? Isn’t everyone, technically? Though some have more severe reactions. I’ve never been stung by a bee, thankfully, so I don’t know what my reaction would be like. I don’t recall the last time I had any honey, but yeah it’s good. It’s good with peanut butter on toast.

38. If All the Raindrops Were Lemon Drops and Gumdrops: What food would you want to rain down from the sky: That doesn’t sound pleasant lol.

39. Little Boy Blue: Have you ever slept anywhere other than a bed before? Where? The couch, floor, and the car.

40. Do You Know the Muffin Man?: What is your favorite type of muffin to eat? Banana (without the nut), blueberry, and lemon poppyseed. Also, Entenmann’s has mini muffins in party cake flavor that are really good.

41. Wee Willie Winkie: Have you ever sleepwalked before? No. I’ve never known anyone who does, but it sounds scary to witness.

42. B-I-N-G-O: If you had a dog, what would you name it? I have a dog, her name is Princess Leia.

43. Oh Where, Oh Where Has My Little Dog Gone?: Has your pet ever run away from home before? Did it get returned? Nooo. I would be a complete mess if my dog ever ran away. One of my cousins has a dog who roams the streets and comes back randomly and she’s fine with it. I’m just like noooo way. I couldn’t allow that. My doggo is my baby!

44. How Much Is That Doggie in the Window?: What’s the most you would spend when adopting a dog? We paid about $150 to adopt our doggo.

45. This Old Man: Do you own any knick-knacks? Yeah.

46. 1, 2, Buckle My Shoe: When did you learn to tie your own sneakers? I think I was like 4. I remember going around the house tying all the shoes once I learned.

47. Are You Sleeping?: What time do you typically go to bed at night? Like 7AMish. :X I don’t understand how that became my norm these past few months. [a-zebra-is-a-striped-horse]

#personal #text #survey #surveys

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hymn2000 · 6 years ago

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Chiquitita - MCU AU fanfic - C6

Story summary: Something strange is happening. Someone from space has made their way to Earth, armed with a strange weapon. Targeting teenagers, their ray gun, when fired, turns the victim into a toddler. The Avengers set out to stop this, and find a way to reverse the effects. However, they don’t all come out of the battle unscathed.

Previous chapters: 1 2 3 4 5

Part of my Frostiron and Spiderson series.

Warnings/themes: de-aging, family stuff, corporal punishment (early chapters only), mental health stuff, hurt/comfort

Chapter 6 - You Seem So Far Away

Loki felt dreadful when he woke up in the morning; exhausted and drained and just plain sad. It only took a few seconds for the events of the previous day to come back to the front of his mind. He checked his phone. It was nearly half nine. He sighed and hauled himself out of bed. He spent a lot longer than usual in the bathroom, zoning out and trying to think of what to do about Tony.

Eventually he plucked up the courage and went to Peter’s room. The toddler was already up. He’d pulled his quilt and pillows off the bed and set up a nest on the bedroom floor. He’d also tipped up a box of felt pens, knocked over his water jug, and misplaced his pyjama top. He was quite happily making his rocket crash repeatedly into the bedside table.

“Morning daddy!” he said brightly when his bedroom door opened.

“Hello. What the devil have you been doing in here?”

“Playing” Peter said, blinking innocently.

“You’ve made an almighty mess” Loki sighed.

Peter just carried on what he was doing. Loki went over to the bed, checking the towel. It was dry, thankfully, so he used it to mop up the spilt water.

“Maybe we’ll put this jug in the kitchen. It’s a good job it didn’t smash” Loki said, throwing the towel into the dirty washing basket. “Where’s your shirt?”

Peter looked down at himself, shrugged, and then continued bashing his rocket against the bedside table. Loki snatched it from him.

“Stop it! You silly little creature. Right. If I give this back to you, you need to sit quietly while I tidy up in here, ok?”

Peter nodded, and Loki gave him the rocket back. Loki told himself it could have been far worse: at least he didn’t scribble on the walls or anything like that. He made the bed and tidied away the felt pens. He found the missing pyjama top and shoved it over Peter’s head, forcing his arms back through the sleeves.

“There; now you’re decent” Loki said. “Right. I think it’s breakfast time”

“Ok!” Peter jumped up, rocket tight in his hand. “I want chocolate!”

“You’ll get what you’re given”

Peter gave him such an affronted look that Loki felt bad. He took Peter’s hand, and cleared his throat.

“Let’s go and see what we can find”

Loki found the remnants of an ancient jar of Nutella in the back of the cupboard. It was still in date - just - so he stuck it on toast for Peter. It seemed to go down well. The dish the macaroni cheese from the previous night had been in was now washed up by the sink. So, Tony was eating, at least. That had to count for something. Loki stuck the kettle on, got his mug down from the cupboard, and one of Peter’s. He stopped, and slowly put the second mug back, sighing.

“Sweetheart, what do you want to drink?” Loki asked, grabbing the clean sippy cup from the draining board.

“Juice”

“Ok, but what kind?” Loki said, opening the fridge. “We’ve got apple, orange, cranberry... Your dad’s got some pineapple too, and mango, if you fancy one of those? Or how about pomegranate?”

Peter blinked at him. “Umm”

Loki looked at him. “...Apple?”

Peter nodded. Loki filled the cup for him, screwed the lid on, and gave it to him.

“What do you say?”

“Thank you”

“You’re welcome. Good boy”

Loki sorted his mug of tea and a packet of shortbread, and sat at the breakfast bar with Peter.

“FRIDAY, is Tony up?”

“Mr Stark is down in the lab” FRIDAY supplied. “Shall I ask him to join you?”

“No, don’t bother” Loki sighed.

He wasn’t a big fan of the AI, but he supposed it had its uses. He sat zoning out, sipping his tea and nibbling his shortbread.

“Can I have biscuits for breakfast tomorrow?” Peter asked.

“Certainly not” Loki said absentmindedly.

“But you have biscuits for breakfast!”

“That’s because I’m naughty” Loki said. “Finish your toast”

Getting Peter dressed and ready for the day ahead was a challenge. The boy was fine going to the toilet and washing his hands, but he didn’t want to do anything other than that. The first argument surrounded tooth brushing.

“BUT THEN I WON’T BE ABLE TO TASTE CHOCOLATE ANY MORE”

Loki tried being firm, and then he tried reasoning with him. None of these were successful, so he tried bargaining with him.

“I’ll give you some of my shortbread at breakfast tomorrow if you brush your teeth”

Peter brushed his teeth, and even let Loki wash his face. He was good until Loki said he needed to get out of his pyjamas and into his clothes.

“BUT I’LL ONLY BE GETTING THEM BACK ON TONIGHT!” Peter shouted. “I’M NOT GETTING DRESSED”

Reasoning and bargaining weren’t effective this time, which left only one option. Loki got Peter’s clothes ready, removed all of the tags, and grabbed hold of Peter. The boy squeaked and struggled.

“NO! NO! I DON’T WANT TO! NO!”

“You don’t have a choice, chick” Loki said, keeping a firm hold on him.

“NOOOO!! NO! NO! NO NO NO!”

“I hear you, but it’s my job to look after you, and you need to get dressed” Loki said, taking the boys pyjamas off. “Shush, stop squeaking. Stay still”

“I HATE CLOTHES! I DON’T WANT THEM”

“Peter, darling, if you’re good, this’ll be done quicker, and then you can go and play”

“I DON’T CARE!”

Loki forced Peter into his knickers and vest, almost biting through his lip as he did so.

“Bloody hell, this should be an Olympic sport” he hissed, adjusting his hold on the little boy. “Stop wiggling!”

Peter stuck his tongue out at Loki and blew a raspberry.

“Cheeky little blighter” Loki said. “Will you please stop kicking?! You’re making this incredibly difficult”

“GOOD!” Peter shouted, kicking harder.

Loki trapped him between his thighs and managed to get his t-shirt on him while he was stuck there. Peter howled indignantly, furious to be losing the fight. He thumped his little fists against Loki’s legs.

“LET ME GO!”

Loki released him, but quickly caught him again.

“NO!”

“Yes” Loki said. “We still need to put your trousers on”

Peter continued to squawk. Loki put the wriggling little creature on its back on his lap. He held his kicking feet captive in one hand, holding him down with his elbow to keep him still. It was a struggle, but he managed to get the jeans onto the boy.

“No fair, no fair, NO FAIR!” Peter yelled, tugging at his shirt.

“Don’t you dare” Loki warned. “Now sit down so I can put your socks on”

“NO!” Peter squeaked, and he grabbed his rocket and threw it hard at Loki.

“OI! You naughty, naughty boy! We don’t throw things at people, do you understand me?!”

Peter stared at him, shocked by his harsh tone, and then promptly burst into tears. Loki glared at the little boy. His hand was shaking, he was angry and upset, and- wait, what was it Tony always did when he was close to losing his temper? Loki stood up and turned away from him, closing his eyes and counting to ten. He took a deep breath and knelt down on the floor.

“I know you’re upset, but I needed to get you properly dressed” Loki said, focusing on his breathing. “Now, are you going to let me put your socks on?”

“Why?!”

“So your feet don’t get cold”

Peter thought for a moment, nodded slowly, and let Loki put his socks on. He quietened, sniffled, and wiped his face on his arm.

“Can I have my rocket back?”

“Only if you promise you won’t throw it at anyone else”

“Promise! Sorry, daddy”

Loki sighed, and gave the rocket back. “That’s quite alright, chick”

Peter happily hugged the rocket to his chest. He looked so sweet, that Loki could hardly believe he’d been such a little terror mere moments before. He had a feeling it was going to be a long day.

Loki turned the telly on so Peter could watch the rest of his DVD. He watched some of it, but he was swapping between the telly and the game he was playing with his rocket. He seemed happy enough where he was, so Loki left him to it. Maybe letting him get on with it was the way to go.

Loki was horrified with himself when he woke up. How could he have fallen asleep?! What an idiot! Peter could have been hurt, and it would have been entirely his fault. Mercifully, Peter was fine, playing with his rocket and one of the teddies that lived on the basket by the windowsill. Luckily the basket bears weren’t especially expensive: most of them were chain or charity shop finds. The one Peter had was a simple bear wearing a little jumper with the Union Jack flag on it. The DVD had long since finished, and that worried Loki more, because they’d only been four or five episodes into the DVD at the start, so he must have been asleep for a good couple of hours. He hoped Peter hadn’t left him a broken ornament or scribbled picture on the wallpaper for him to find later on.

“How are you doing down there, chick?”

Peter paused in his game and looked over at him. “Mr Bear isn’t a very good ozzonot”

“An ozzonot?” Loki repeated. “What do you mean?”

“Like this” Peter said, opening the porthole window on his rocket and showing Loki the astronaut behind the flap.

“Oooh! An astronaut” Loki said. “I understand now”

Peter giggled, getting up and climbing onto the sofa for a cuddle, which Loki gladly supplied.

“I think you must be ready for your lunch now” he said. “What do you say?”

Before he could respond, he was distracted by Tony coming into the room.

“Daddy!!”

His face lit up, and he scurried down from the sofa and over to Tony, holding his arms up to him.

“Daddy, daddy, daddy!!”

Tony ignored him, and looked at Loki. “Did you have any plans for tea tonight?”

“I hadn’t really thought about it” Loki said, glancing at Peter. “Aren’t you going to pick him up? He wants a cuddle”

Tony pretended not to hear that bit. “I’ll have a think while I’m working”

“DADDY!” Peter shouted, clinging to his trousers.

“I’m just grabbing a drink” Tony said, brushing the boys hands off him. “I’ll be in the lab most of the afternoon”

“Tony! You can’t just ignore Peter like that!”

“I’m busy” Tony said, giving the boy a tiny push back when he tried to grab onto him again.

Peter burst into tears. “Daddy! Daddy!”

“Hey, don’t push him!” Loki snapped. “He just wants a cuddle!”

“I’m busy!” Tony snapped back. “God, what a noise. Can’t you keep him under control??”

Loki couldn’t think of anything to say to that, and Tony left the room quickly. Peter tried to run after him, but Loki stopped him.

“No, darling; stay here” Loki said.

“I want daddy!” Peter sobbed.

“I know, but daddy’s being silly” Loki said, kneeling down and holding the toddler at arms length. “Shush now; stop crying”

Peter didn’t. Loki swallowed hard and hugged him close.

“NO! I don’t want you: I want daddy! I WANT DADDY!”

Loki sat down on the sofa, holding him close anyway. Peter sounded so devastated, crying so wretchedly. He wouldn’t calm down, wouldn’t see reason. Loki rocked him and shushed him gently, for all the difference it made. He was reminded of what it was like at the hospital when a sick baby wouldn’t stop crying, and all you could do was hold them close and wait.

Loki could take it no longer. He couldn’t stay there all day, with Peter crying his eyes out. He wanted to cry too, but he couldn’t do that either. He stood up.

“Right, let’s go and see daddy”

Tony gave Loki quite a horrified look when he stormed into the lab.

“Uh, I thought you were supposed to be the sensible one” Tony said. “You can’t bring that in here”

“‘That’ is our son, and he wants you”

“I’m trying to work! I can’t be doing with that screaming. Can’t you shut him up?”

“No, I can’t!” Loki snapped. “But you can”

“Don’t be stupid”

“I’m not being stupid! I’ve been trying to console him for ages, but it’s you he wants; you’re the one who made him cry. Now hug your son”

“No” Tony said. “And don’t try to force me! I’ve got a soldering iron in my hand”

Loki summoned an energy current and struck Tony’s hand with it, making him drop the iron.

“Ow! What are you playing at?”

Loki marched closer. “Hug your son”

“My son’s fifteen”

“Your son was fifteen, but now he’s three. And he wants you to cuddle him”

Tony scowled. “What part of ‘I’m trying to work’ don’t you understand?”

“What part of ‘your son wants you’ don’t you understand?”

Tony glared at him, but he took Peter when Loki passed him to him. The boy went quiet almost immediately, settling against Tony’s chest, his little chin on his shoulder.

“Happy now?”

Loki didn’t say anything. His ears felt fuzzy in the sudden quiet. He looked at Tony and Peter. Usually, when Tony held Peter, he wound his arms right round him, holding him tight, often cradling the back of his head in one hand, kissing him on the cheek and resting their heads together. He wasn’t doing any of these things now. He was holding Peter in place with just his hands, and it looked as though he was craning away from him. There was no feeling in it.

“There, screaming’s stopped. You can take him back now”

Loki sighed, but did so. Peter whined a little.

“Love you daddy!” he said, grinning at Tony.

Tony sat back down at the workbench, picking up his soldering iron. Loki swallowed, kissing Peter on the cheek.

“Let’s go and get you some lunch, chick” Loki said. “Daddy’s busy”

Loki managed to stay calm all through lunch, but sank down onto one of the hallway chairs after putting Peter down for his nap. His eyes welled with tears, and his throat felt tight. He clenched his fists, telling himself he was being silly. He couldn’t help crying. He couldn’t believe how horrible Tony had been to poor little Peter, and how distant and unhelpful he’d been generally. How was he supposed to do this alone? He was still getting his head round what was happened, but he was looking after Peter anyway. Sure, he didn’t really know exactly what he was doing, but he was trying. What choice did he have? He couldn’t do this. He needed his husband by his side, not moping in the lab. He never signed up to be a single parent. This wasn’t right, and it wasn’t fair. But it was what it was, and he had to do the best he could with the hand he’d been dealt.

Loki himself moped until Peter woke up from his nap, and then he put on a brave face. He sat on the living room rug, playing little games with the rocket and teddy, doing funny voices and making little jokes to make Peter laugh. He kept looking at the clock on the mantelpiece, wondering when Tony would make another appearance. Maybe he’d have changed his tune by the time he came back upstairs.

Loki heard sounds out in the kitchen. He made sure Peter was distracted, and then went to investigate.

“Are you cooking?” he asked uncertainly.

“I’m considering” Tony said. “What haven’t I made for a long time?”

“I’m not sure. Just make sure it’s something Peter can have too”

Tony stopped for a moment. Loki looked at him.

“What?”

“Nothing”

“Don’t ‘nothing’ me”

Tony sighed. “Can’t you make something separate for the toddler?”

“You’re unbelievable” Loki sighed. “You know what, forget it. Just cook for yourself if you’re not going to cook for the whole family”

“Fine then” Tony said, slamming the cupboard door. “I’d rather just have instant noodles and spend the rest of the day working anyway”

“Why don’t you just do that then?” Loki spat. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got to get back to our son”

Loki waited until he was sure Tony had gone back to the lab, confirmed it with FRIDAY, and then gave Peter a nudge.

“I think we need to think about tea” Loki said.

“Oh”

“Oh indeed” Loki said. “Come along: dinner and bed. That sounds like a good game plan to me”

“I’m only a little bit hungry” Peter said, standing up and taking Loki’s hand.

“That’s ok: we’ll just make you a little dinner then”

He took him into the kitchen, considering. For some reason he was really craving cheese on toast. He was sure that would be fine for Peter to eat, too.

“What are you making?” Peter asked, watching him grating cheese and lighting the grill.

“Cheese on toast” Loki said. “Now, sweetheart, you’re too close to the grill. Step back a bit”

“Oh” Peter said. “Can I have some cheese?”

Loki cut a slice of cheese from the block, picked Peter up, and took him over to the breakfast bar. He sat him down on his seat.

“Now, I’ll give you this cheese if you promise to stay in your seat”

Peter nodded enthusiastically, and Loki gave it to him.

“Good lad. Tea won’t be long”

Loki did them each two slices, which ended up being too much for little Peter, who only managed one slice, and a bite of the second. Loki finished it off for him, but the toddler still managed a little pot of strawberry custard without too much trouble.

“Ok darling” Loki said once he’d finished tidying the kitchen. “Why don’t we go and finish The Tale of Jemima Puddle-Duck?”

“Ok!” Peter said eagerly, climbing down from his seat. “Story-time!”

“Yep. Come on; let’s go to your room”

Peter was much better than the previous night. He brushed his teeth and let Loki clean his face and get him into his pyjamas. He settled down well enough, letting Loki read to him. He stayed awake for the rest of the story. He didn’t really understand what was going on, but he liked all the little pictures.

“There now” Loki said. “Let’s get you tucked in”

“Is daddy going to come and say goodnight?”

“Not tonight, sweetheart: he’s working” Loki said carefully. “Stop wiggling, little boy!”

Peter cuddled down with his rocket, and he let Loki tuck him in.

“Good boy” Loki said, kissing him on the cheek. “Now, darling, it’s time to go to sleep”

“Do I have to?”

“Yes” Loki said, turning the nightlight on. “I love you, darling. Goodnight”

“Goodnight..”

Loki had a long bath, trying to drown out his thoughts in bubbles and aromatherapy candles. He did manage to relax for a little while. He took his time with everything, even going so far as to towel his hair nearly dry and douse himself in talcum powder. He pulled on a pair of pants and his black silky dressing gown, lay on the bed, and put his headphones on. He was just about to press play when he heard a thump from the other room. He sat up quickly, and heard another thump. Loki threw his headphones down and went back to Peter’s room.

Peter was busy jumping up and down on his rug.

“What on Earth are you doing?”

“Jumping”

“Why?”

“It’s fun”

Loki grabbed hold of him, plonking him back onto the bed. “You should be asleep”

“But I’m not tired”

“You should try to sleep anyway”

“Why?”

“Because it’s late”

Peter pouted. “Not tired”

Loki lay him down and tucked him in. “Stay there. Go to sleep”

Peter sighed, and pulled his rocket close. Loki ruffled his hair and left him to sleep.

Loki fell asleep for a few hours. He felt a little groggy when he got up, and he went out into the hallway. The lights were off, so Tony must have gone to bed too. He went to check on Peter. The little boy wasn’t in his bed. Loki found him in the en suite, squeezing a bottle of shower gel into a box of bath salts.

“Oh for gods sake” Loki said under his breath.

“Hi” Peter said.

“What are you doing?”

Peter paused. “Potion”

“Right, no. What you’ve done is ruined a very expensive box of bath salts, and wasted a near-full bottle of shower gel” Loki scolded, taking the box and bottle from him and putting them in the bathroom bin. “How dare you, you naughty little boy? You should be asleep”

Peter started whimpering. Loki was surprised, and he realised he may have spoken too harshly to him.

“Oh darling, I’m sorry. But you really shouldn’t have done that. You’re supposed to be asleep”

“I’m not tired!”

Loki sighed, and noticed that the little boys pyjamas were covered in liquid soap and bath salts.

“Stay here”

He went and found some more pyjamas, and went back to the en suite.

“Ok darling, let’s get you changed out of those dirty pyjamas” Loki said.

“They’re not dirty: it’s soap!”

“Sticky pyjamas, then” Loki said. “Whatever, you need some new ones on. Ah, I think we ought to wash your hands too”

Loki took Peter’s dirty pyjamas off, helped him wash and dry his hands, and then got him into the clean set.

“There we are” Loki said, standing and lifting the toddler into his arms. “Much better”

He took him back into the bedroom, closing the en suite door tight behind him.

“Daddy?” Peter said, biting his thumb. “Am I in trouble?”

Loki sighed. “No, sweetheart. But don’t go messing about in the bathroom again, ok?”

Peter nodded. Loki set him back down on the bed.

“Third time lucky”

“What?”

“Nothing, chick. Come on now, bedtime” Loki said. “Lie down”

“No”

“Sweetheart, please. Stop being so difficult” Loki said, pushing him onto his back and trying to put the covers over him.

“Nooo, I want to get up! I want to get up!”

“It’s two in the morning, chick. You should be fast asleep. Even daddy is fast asleep”

Peter whined. “I want my rocket”

Loki tucked the rocket in beside him. “There. Are you going to be a good boy and stay in bed until morning now?”

“Ok. Night-night, daddy”

“Goodnight, Peter”

Loki really didn’t want to get up in the morning. Maybe it was the disturbed night, or maybe it was because of Tony, or maybe it was an accumulation of everything. Whatever it was, it meant that getting up didn’t sound like a good idea at all. Still, he managed to drag himself up out of bed, sort himself out, pull his clothes on, and go to get Peter. It was going to be another long day.

Tony was just as useless and absent as he’d been the day before. He came and found Loki around five o’ clock that evening. He was in the kitchen getting a drink. Peter was playing in the other room. Loki looked at him quizzically.

“Why the suit?”

“I’m going out. It’s that thing, remember. It’s been on the calendar for ages”

“What? Wait, you can’t go! I need you here” Loki said, standing up and going over to him. “You never even wanted to go! Please, Tony, don’t go”

“I’m ready now. I’ve told Pepper I’d see her there”

“And what did she say to that?”

“She wasn’t especially pleased” Tony admitted. “I’m going anyway”

“Tony, please. Please...”

Tony kissed him gently on the lips. “See you later”

Loki wasn’t sure whether he wanted to punch the wall or throw himself down on his bed and weep. He didn’t have a chance to work it out either, because Peter started calling him. Loki went and found him.

“What’s the matter, chick? Oh hey, darling, are you crying?!”

“I fell over!” Peter whimpered. “My knees hurt!”

“Oh darling. Let me have a little look”

He sat him down on the sofa and rolled his little trouser legs up.

“They’re a little bit red, but you haven’t grazed or cut yourself” Loki said. “You’ll be fine, sweetheart”

“Can you kiss them better?”

Loki paused for a moment, and then did as Peter asked. He rolled his trouser legs back down and gave him a cuddle.

“Better?”

“Mm-hm”

Loki kissed him on the cheek. “What do you want for tea tonight, darling?”

“Don’t know”

“Never mind, darling. We’ll think of something”

Meal times were hard. Tony usually did the cooking, so Loki didn’t often think about it. Besides, he was drained, and he didn’t really feel like spending ages cooking. He simply served Peter tomato soup with buttered bread, and a little bowl of ice cream for pudding. He just had the same.

“I think we should give you a bath, chick” Loki said after tea.

“Why?”

“Because you need a wash”

“Why?”

“You just do. Now. Bath time”

“You’ll have to catch me first!”

Peter jumped down from his seat, and ran.

Loki humoured him, letting him outrun him for a while. He soon shot out onto the landing. He was laughing, looking behind him and not at where he was going. He was dangerously close to the stop of the stairs.

“PETER, WAIT!”

Loki jumped, grabbing Peter round the chest just in the nick of time. He sat down heavily, clinging to Peter, his heart thudding in his chest. He felt sick.

“...Daddy?”

Loki turned him round. “You don’t ever go that near to the top of the stairs, ok?! If I hadn’t been here, you would have fallen and you could have gotten seriously hurt!”

“Sorry, daddy”

Loki took a very deep breath. He kissed Peter hard on the cheek and stood up, putting him down at a safe distance. He turned back to the staircase. He concentrated, one hand held up in support while he moved the other in slow circles. A strange swirly green light lit up the space from the top of the stairs to the ceiling, before flashing white and finally turning clear. Peter watched with interest.

“There” Loki said, lowering his hands. “You won’t be at risk of falling anymore”

Peter toddled forwards, holding his hands out. As he got to the top of the stairs, his hands hit the seal and wouldn’t go any further, no matter how hard he pressed. He pouted, turning back to retrieve his rocket.

“Bath time?”

Loki nodded. “Bath time”

Loki carefully monitored the water temperature as he ran the bath, adding some of the kiddie bubble bath they’d bought. He found the new bath toys, and set them by the bath. He lined the kiddie toiletries up on the edge of the bath so he wouldn’t have to turn around hunting for them. Once the bath had run, he took Peter’s rocket from him.

“Hey!”

“Shh, it’s ok. We’re just sticking him up on his launch pad” Loki said, putting it up on the empty soap dish. “Right, let’s get you undressed. Arms up”

Peter let himself get undressed. Loki prepared himself for some screaming when he lifted him into the bath, but Peter didn’t make a sound. He settled quite happily in the water, plunging his hands into the mound of bubbles.

“That bubble stuff is more potent than I anticipated” Loki said. “Ah well”

“Bath snow” Peter said, getting lots of bubbles in his hands and clapping, so that it splattered all about. “Bath snow!”

Loki laughed a little. “Why don’t you play with some of your new bath toys?”

He handed a boat and a couple of little ducks to him. Peter dropped the ducks into the water, but kept hold of the boat. He went to stand up - and slipped. Loki grabbed him quickly.

“Woah there! Ah, maybe I’ll have to buy a bath mat” he said, gently setting Peter back down in the water. “Are you ok?”

Peter still had a little shocked look on his face. “Um.. Um..”

“Shh, you’re alright” Loki kissed him gently on the cheek. “I’m going to keep my hand on your back like this, ok? Just so you don’t slip again”

Peter nodded, sticking the bow of the plastic boat into his mouth. He still looked a little shaken.

“Alright, chick” Loki said softly. “Let’s get you clean”

Loki was always careful when washing Peter, but he was even more careful now, especially since he was one-handed. He washed him with a soft new sponge, rinsing him carefully. Shielding Peter’s eyes was pretty easy now he was so tiny, but he still took extra care to keep soap and water out of his eyes. Peter was very good while he was being washed, and quickly went calm, daydreaming and chewing on his boat.

“There we are” Loki said, giving him a final rinse. “You’re all squeaky clean and lovely now. Now, lets get you out and dry and powdered and ready for bed, ok?”

“I don’t want to” Peter said, putting the boat on the water and grabbing one of the little ducks. “I wanna play”

Loki paused. “Alright darling, you can play. But just for a little bit, ok?”

Peter nodded, already starting a game. Loki still kept a hand on his back to support him. He watched Peter’s game, listening to his little voice. As far as he could tell, the duck was a sailor, trekking through the bath snow. Loki watched him for a while. It was quite endearing. He was a cute little kid, he really was. Loki couldn’t help missing big Peter, but little Peter was rather lovely too. He loved him, and he vowed to do his absolute best by him until a reversal to Kindsprengen’s ray gun was found.

Peter was good and calm while he was wrapped up in his towel. As soon as he’d been dried and Loki let go of him, he went a bit silly, running around with his rocket and giggling. When Loki caught him and started rubbing him with baby powder, he started laughing like it was the funniest thing ever, laughing so hard that for a while he wasn’t making any noise at all. Loki laughed too.

“You are a silly little boy, aren’t you?” Loki grinned. “In fact, you might even be the silliest”

“And the softest!”

“Ok, I’ll give you that one, fluffy” he said, ruffling the boys damp curls. “Pyjama time”

Peter jumped up, running to one of the storage boxes and pulling out the bear onesie.

“Teddy bear, teddy bear, teddy bear!”

Loki laughed. “Ok, you can be a fluffy teddy tonight”

Peter was still very wiggly, but Loki managed to get him into the teddy onesie. He put the hood up.

“Aww! You’re so cute!”

Peter giggled, dancing excitedly on his little feet. Loki tickled his tummy, and Peter squeaked and giggled, knocking into him. As he did so, Loki’s phone fell out of his pocket.

“Camera! Camera!” Peter said, pointing.

“No, sweetie, that’s a phone” Loki said, picking it up.

“Camera! Selfie! Selfie, daddy!”

“Well. It does have a camera on it..” Loki said, opening the camera on the phone.

Peter crawled onto Loki’s lap, and Loki held him close. Loki hesitated, and then switched the front facing camera on, and held it up. Peter giggled and clapped delightedly. Loki took the picture, and then lowered the phone. He smiled to himself. Oddly, it was quite nice having a photo with tiny Peter.

Peter must have tired himself out, because he went to bed with no fuss that night, which gave Loki a little time to himself. He spent a little while watching telly, but then he heard the door leading to the garage. He waited, and Tony stumbled into the room.

“Hey, gorgeous” Tony grinned. “Are you alone?”

“Of course?” Loki said. “Are you drunk?”

“Well, maybe just a little bit” Tony admitted, flopping down beside him on the sofa and throwing an arm round his shoulders. “Don’t worry; I didn’t drive”

“I can’t believe you went” Loki said, folding his arms over his chest. “How could you just leave, what with everything that’s going on right now?”

“Oh Loki, don’t start. Come on, smile! Why don’t we spend a little time together? You could put on that little outfit I like?” he suggested.

“You are absolutely unbelievable” Loki snapped, shoving Tony away from him. “I can’t believe the way you’ve been acting! You were horrible to Peter, and you haven’t been great to me either. He’s your son too. Don’t you know how hard this is for me?”

“Hey, I lost our teenager too” Tony frowned. “I know it’s horrible and scary and painful”

“Yes, ok, but you haven’t been trying to look after a toddler single-handedly with little to no experience. You’re my husband: I shouldn’t have to act like a a single parent. I shouldn’t be doing this alone!”

“Don’t you think you’re overreacting a bit? I got all that stuff when we went shopping, didn’t I?”

“Paying for things doesn’t equate to parenting” Loki said. “Tony, I need you to try! Peter loves you; you’re his favourite parent. It’s always been that way. You absolutely broke his heart when you ignored him. You need to help look after him. I love him, but I can’t do this alone”

“Don’t be ridiculous, I’m no deadbeat dad” Tony insisted. “You’re the one who works with kids-”

“Babies” Loki corrected. “And older kids on my sabbatical. I’m not exactly an expert on toddlers”

“Whatever; you’re a natural with kids. Stop whining”

“Whining? Whining? For gods sake Tony! We’re supposed to be a team!” Loki shouted, standing up. “We always work together; that’s what our relationship has always been; a partnership! We’ve got a son together, and we’ve always looked after him together, so you need to step up and help take care of him until Thor brings us a reversal. This isn’t something you have any choice in”

“This is ridiculous!” Tony growled, standing up. “I’ve had a long day, I-”

“You’ve had a long day? YOU have had a long day?! You don’t know what a long day is!”

“I don’t have time for this! I’m going to bed!” Tony grabbed Loki by the collar, kissed him hard on the lips, and stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind him.

#my writing #fanfiction #mcu fanfiction #marvel fanfiction #frostiron #irondad and spiderson

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sammyhale · 7 years ago

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J2M SPN UK 2018 Panel

At the start of the J2M panel, they made Misha introduce J2 and Jensen is laughing at him lol.

They gave Misha a short chair like at SDCC next to Jared (they changed it back right after lol). Jensen: “Ah, it’s the little things.”

Misha “What’s your normal routine up here... do you guys do acrobatics?”

Jared explains to Misha that they play strip question on stage. If you get the question wrong, you have to take off an article of clothing.

Jared: “I guess my dream job has always been no job... but I would have liked to have been a teacher!” Jensen to Jared: “I learn from you daily, you are a teacher!” Jared put his head on Jensen’s shoulder :)

Jensen: “Sometimes I feel like the right answer would be a Chippendales dancer!”

Misha: “I thought I was gonna be a politician when I grew up!”

Wrong answer: Misha strips off his jacket lol.

Jared: “Jet lag has not been nice to Mr. Misha.”

Jensen earlier about J2M trio op: “We’re doing a crossover. Jensen, Jared & Gollum.” Jared to Misha: “Had I known you looked like this, I wouldn’t have taken a shower.”

Jensen: “There’s another crossover photo later. Supernatural and The Walking Dead.”

J2M just got offered food and now they're totally fighting over those gummy bears.

Jared nudging Misha to grab gummy bears from a fan: “Misha, Scooby dooby doo!”

Mishalecki are fighting over Misha’s jacket

Jensen: “Jared keeps translating English to English, but he breaks it up and it’s actually worse!”

Jared got the question wrong so he strips and now Jared’s jacket is off!

Jensen would consider a Supernatural tattoo after the show ends because it’s a huge part of his life.

Jensen and Jared both say they would consider getting an SPN tattoo after the show ends.

Jensen took a picture of Jared stripping.

Misha: I wish I’d worn my good socks today. Jared: I’m surprised you have socks on! Jensen, cracking up: Things are looking up Mish, you left the house with socks on!

J2M trying to stump the fans to get the audience to strip.

Fan asks if when Dean and Cas do intense stares if it’s written in the script. Jensen says yes, that in the script it’ll be like a serious moment and then it will say “eye f-u-c-k.” They explain that in general all staring scenes between characters are written like that lol. They say that there’ll be a scene where everyone is eye-fucking. They mention another example in a recent episode between Rich and a female character (I’m assuming the Gabriel and Rowena scene from the last ep lol).

If they could go back & further explore a storyline? Jensen: Demon Dean & purgatory. Jared: Soulless Sam and Sully. Misha: Human Cas & a new storyline with “cool Cas.”

Misha’s sock is off.

Misha: “I’m wearing one shoe and no sock... this is starting to feel like a walk of shame right now!”

Jensen on his cell phone contact that’s famous and is not from SPN is Corey Taylor. Jared’s is JJ from Kaleo, and Misha’s is the Queen lol.

Misha is happy about his two degrees of separation to Neil Gaiman on Twitter through Kim.

Fan: If your character could swap character arcs who would you swap with? Jared: You know what, I’m gonna say it. I wouldn’t fuckin’ change it. “Sam’s my boy, I wouldn’t change anything.”

Jensen would have swapped with the storyline with Gabriel when he went to Monaco. Jared whispers in Jensen’s ear. Jensen: or Monte Carlo. Jensen loses his overshirt lol.

Misha: I'm hard on Cas. Jared: Woah!!

Jensen Iced Misha (for those who don’t know, Icing someone means the person has to drink a little bottle of Smirnoff Ice - brand of vodka - while kneeling down on one knee lol).

Misha refuses to drink it on stage so he goes backstage and Jared follows, giving a play by play of Misha drinking the Smirnoff with plenty of innuendos, cracking Jensen up who stayed on stage.

Misha: “I'm not agreeing to a trio panel again!”

Fan asks if after seeing Jack use his powers without being evil, do you think it’s changed Sam’s perception of his own powers? Jared says that Sam took Jack under his wing and so far, he thinks it’s been successful that Jack hasn’t turned evil and feels reassured about his own.

Jared took his shoe off. “There, I lost my shoe.”

Jared: “When you sweat in the snow you get used to sweat proof socks!”

Asked about important changes SPN gave them. Jared: I met the mother of my children on the show and a couple of my best friends! Jensen *points to self* Jared nods and puts his head on Jensen’s shoulder and Jensen touches his head <3

Jensen says he has a lot of relationships now and the show made it so he can live and raise a family where he wants.

Misha: Having families. The only reason why my wife has sex with me is because I’m on the show lmao.

Fan asks about the boys going on a hunt in Amsterdam. Jared says he wants to go to Anne Frank’s house and dig up some Nazi ghosts and kill them! Jensen: I killed Hitler.

Jensen says that in Amsterdam Dean would get lost in the red light district, Cas would be stoned in a cafe somewhere, and Sam would be on an architectural tour.

Misha gets called out on his old answer last year & has to take off his belt.

Fan: I have ten princess dresses. Jared, pointing at Jensen: So does he!

Jared: Come on Misha get it right. I don’t want to see you naked. Again. Jensen: Today.

Who would you meet and pay an autograph for? Jared: I paid for Richard Kiel’s autograph. Jensen: Robert Plant. Misha: Bob Garfield. Jared also mentions that he would have loved to meet Carrie Fisher.

Fan: I’ve been watching you since I was two. I’m 16 now. J2M are devastated lol.

Fan: So in your group, is there a mother hen figure who stops you from getting into trouble? J2M in unison: NOPE. Jensen: “The problem is, we don’t have one!”

Jared: "You know when they say the inmates are running the asylum? That's us."

Jared: “I still find a freedom and a source of creativity in what I do.” Jared says you get to learn from the characters you play and the people you work with.

Jared doesn’t care if he never wins an Oscar. He’s motivated by love in the craft of acting. “I know y’all love me and I love y’all back legitimately and I don’t care if I don’t get an Oscar or if I’m on a billboard or anything.”

Jared: When they call “action” I’m free. I still find a freedom of expression in what I do, that’s why I keep doing it. Jared said he’s not an A-list actor. Jensen: I know you.

Jensen says to learn as much about the technical aspect of filming as you can. He also viewed every audition as a final performance because it helped him deal with rejection.

Fan: Sorry I’m really nervous. Jared: Don’t be nervous, you’re surrounded by family.

Jared is removing Misha’s boot when Misha refuses to answer a question about his favorite trenchcoat lol.

Misha talks about how Jensen gave him some hand-me-down shirts that Jensen wore a lot at cons. Jensen says it happened because he was mortified when a fan called him out on wearing the same shirt twice at a couple of different cons. So he asked Misha if he wanted any of his shirts.

Misha said it apparently got fans talking and Jared yells in a high-pitched voice: They slept together! Jared says he wants to see “who wore it better memes” of Jensen and Misha wearing the same clothes.

J2 talk about how Jensen shared underwear with Jared at a con before. Jensen: Where were we? Seattle. Jared: Yeah. Jensen: Did you just not have enough? Jared: Yeah... another time (to tell the story lol). Jensen to the audience: I’m sure you can figure it out! Jensen: Look, I care, I want to make sure my boys are covered! Jared: They say some people give you the shirt off their back, some people give you the *** off their ***. Jensen: The chocolate gonch. Jared whispers and laughs and Jensen falls over.

Jared likes Sam’s red flannel. Maybe because his marker is red, or it makes up 60% of his name :P

Jared: “I think Sam has a fondness for his red flannels!”

Jensen likes his grey flannel.

Jensen removes his belt lol.

Richard Ices J2. They both take a knee and drink on stage.

Rich to Jared: “You know, you saying you’re gonna screw with us is like saying the sun rose!”

Richard apparently turned the lights off on Jensen in the bathroom earlier. When Rich left and Jensen wasn’t done lol.

The guys are all surrounding the poor last question girl and teasing her with the mics. Boys are cracking up.

Jared hopes s14 isn’t the last. Still feels they should go out in a blaze of glory. Jensen’s had several variations of how the show might end and none of them know how it’s going to end. Misha: Cas is gonna sacrifice himself somehow.

Jensen had a dream about the end of the show and when he shared it with Jared and Misha they both teared up.

Jensen has told that dream many times where he’s lost his brother, he’s done with the hunting life and he doesn’t want Baby anymore because he doesn’t have Sam, so he drives off on a stranger’s motorcycle. Audience: NOOOO. Jensen: You can’t control my dreams!

J2M putting their random clothing items back on. Jared helps with Misha’s shoe lol.

At some point earlier in the panel Misha leaned on Jared’s shoulder right in his face and Jared was just like “Hi!” :)

Jared Iced Rob. Jensen tries to Ice Richard, but Richard jumps out of the way successfully.

Panel ends with the usual J2 fist bumps!

Info via: Maisie, Jenn, Kelli, Bubbs, Natasha, Stevie, Sil’s livetweet list

#jared padalecki #jensen ackles #misha collins #spnuk #ukcon #panel sum #long post #j2m #shpost

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soulofevil · 6 years ago

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“Are you telling me I have an obsession with pumpkins?”

Inspired by the prompt and @typosandteabags question about Daisy’s ability to carve pumpkins with her powers. Some more fall/halloween Quakerider fluff.

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“Are you telling me I have an obsession with pumpkins?”

Instead of answering the question, Robbie paused as he put the sixth pumpkin into the trunk of his car and eyed Daisy over. Maybe if he didn’t know she was wearing socks decorated with bats and pumpkins, or that under her orange sweater with the jack-o-lantern face was a t-shirt with a pumpkin pi joke on it, or that in the car was her pumpkin spice frappuccino, or that back home they already had two pumpkins for carving…

Maybe if Robbie was a passing stranger and not Daisy’s boyfriend he wouldn’t have picked up on her current pumpkin obsession.

But he was her boyfriend which also came with knowing it was better to just let Daisy have all the pumpkin crap she wanted while she could.

“What? Noooo, never. How could I ever think you might be obsessed with pumpkins?”

So long as he could tease Daisy for the pumpkins, Robbie was happy to let her have them. His trash would be full of mushy pumpkins the day after Halloween, and he was bound to get stuck wearing orange (but not on that upcoming Sunday when his beloved Raiders played the stupid Denver Donkeys) but those were easy to deal with in the face of Daisy’s excitement and love for all of it.

Shutting the lid of the trunk, Robbie ignored Daisy’s eye roll and draped an arm around her shoulders as he guided her towards the passenger side door of the Charger.

“Love what you love cariña. But I’m not buying any more pumpkins. And you had better be taking some of these to the base, there isn’t enough space for all of them at my place.”

He opened the door for Daisy, letting her get in the car before shutting it and walking to the driver’s side. Daisy waited until he was behind the wheel and starting up the car to make her reply.

“Don’t worry, you’re not actually going to have eight pumpkins sitting around your house. I wanted to try something out but I know I’m going to ruin a pumpkin or two before getting it right.”

Robbie was too busy watching out for people in the parking lot to see the way Daisy fidgeted in her seat. If he had, he would have known that his innocent thoughts of Daisy wanting to get the perfecting carving on her pumpkin were wrong.

Instead, it was three hours later when something exploded outside of his home that Robbie learned what Daisy had really meant.

Flashbacks to a drive by and Molotov cocktails filled Robbie’s vision as he grabbed the chain by the front door and rushed outside. His eyes burned amber and the heat in his bones threatened to boil over into the Rider’s rage as Robbie looked for whoever was attacking them. No one was on the street but Daisy stood out in the yard, looking frozen in place. Fear that something had happened to Daisy quenched his anger and Robbie ran over to her.

If someone had hurt Daisy the Rider and him would burn this forsaken city to the ground…

Spinning her around, Robbie’s fear was replaced by annoyance and exhaustion at the rapid change of his emotions. Daisy looked a bit stunned, strings of orange pumpkin guts and seeds covering the front half of her. She looked surprised to see Robbie there, then cringed as she noticed the chain in his hands.

“SHIT, I DIDN’T THINK IT WAS GOING TO BE THAT LOUD.”

Daisy didn’t seem to realize she was yelling and Robbie looked around the yard noticing the splattering of orange pumpkin mush on the gravel and the way it radiated out.

“I’M SO SORRY ROBBIE, I WOULD HAVE-”

He silenced Daisy with a kiss, pulling her close and ignoring the wet, sticky pulp that covered her and was going to stick to him. The need to feel Daisy and reassure himself was worth the extra laundry. Daisy rested her head on the left side of his chest, certainly able to feel the staccato beat of his heart and waiting until it had slowed before looking up at him.

“Sorry again. I expected the mess but really didn’t think it was actually going to explode like that.”

Daisy was still speaking loudly but at least she wasn’t yelling. Robbie let go of her and Daisy moved to stand at his side, keeping one of his arms around her.

“Aside from trying to scare me to death, what are you doing?”

Obviously something with her powers and the pumpkins, Robbie could put that much together.

“I uh, wanted to see if I could carve a pumpkin. With vibrations.”

Daisy dipped her head and Robbie picked a gob of stringy guts out of her hair. He had to shake his hand rapidly to finally get the stuff off, electing a giggle from Daisy.

“You need some work on the craving part of that plan. But if I ever need pumpkin purée I know where to go.”

“Well, I was trying to liquefy the insides of the pumpkin. If you didn’t have to reach in and pull out the guts maybe you wouldn’t be such a baby about making Jack-o-lanterns.”

Daisy gave Robbie a nudge, knowing how much he hated cleaning out pumpkins.

“But surprise! Pumpkin guts and the whole pumpkin vibrate at about the same frequency and everything got liquefied. Which I kind of expected and why I was doing this outside.”

Looking around the yard Robbie was thankful that Daisy had had that much foresight, he would have been angry about this kind of mess inside. Not that he appreciated the mess being outside either. Or the noise that came with it. Drivebys and gang violence had gone down in the neighborhood thanks to Robbie, but the street was still empty of all people. He could spot the flicker of window curtains as people started to see if it was safe yet.

“Come on, back inside. You need to clean up and we got to find a better place for you to do this…”

Once dinner had been eaten and the dishes cleaned, Robbie picked out the best two pumpkins for carving and put the other five back in his car. He started tossing some more things in his car; a bag with some extra clothes for each of them, a couple of blankets, and a thermos filled with cocoa. Robbie didn’t answer any of Daisy’s questions, just telling her to wait and see.

With everything he could think of in the car, Robbie hustled Daisy out and the pair took off. He drove west towards the ocean and once Daisy accepted that no amount of questions would get Robbie to talk before he was ready, she lapsed into comfortable silence and watched the sun as it sank towards the ocean.

Robbie finally parked the Charger at a stretch of beach that never made the scenic tourist shots. The sand was a little too rocky and the waves a little too rough for most people to stop here. Daisy could see the remains of bonfires and could easily picture this spot as a perfect place for rowdy kids to hang out and party for a night and glanced over at Robbie.

“What are we even doing here? Not that I don’t mind a night alone with you, but we could be having a Netflix and chill night back at your place.”

Daisy suggestively raised her eyebrows and Robbie let out a snort before getting out of the car.

“Bullshit. We’d watch Hocus Pocus again and you’ve already said there’s no hanky-panky during that.”

Robbie popped the trunk open and started pulling the pumpkins out as Daisy joined him. He handed the pumpkin in hand to her and stole a kiss while she playfully scowled at him.

“You wanted to mess around with pumpkins and your powers, now you can do it without scaring the neighborhood or covering my yard in questionable gunk.”

“And what are you going to do?”

Daisy hugged the pumpkin to her chest and Robbie could already see how she wanted to protest doing this, like the chance to sit and do nothing for once was some kind of torture for Robbie. He turned Daisy towards the open beach.

“Hopefully get a good video of you blowing a pumpkin up on yourself. Maybe start a fire on purpose. If nothing else I’ll have a great view to enjoy.”

He gave Daisy’s ass a smack, as much as he loved a nice sunset over the ocean, his girlfriend’s butt was pretty amazing. Daisy knew that too and added an exaggerated sway to her hips as she walked far enough away down the beach that he wouldn’t get hit by the inevitable rain of pumpkin guts.

While Daisy did her thing with the pumpkins, Robbie cleaned some of the sand away from the bonfire pit before coxing the Rider to not be a killjoy. He relit the bones of the last bonfire with hellfire before grabbing one of the blankets from the car and spreading it on the ground to sit on while he relaxed and watched Daisy.

The sun sank below the horizon, illuminating the remains of the three pumpkins that had met their end before Daisy gave up and plopped down on the blanket with him. Robbie wiped a smudge of orange off her face before handing the thermos of cocoa over to her. She accepted it and curled up against him as she took a drink.

“It’s too dark to do anything else with the pumpkins.”

Robbie ran a hand through Daisy’s hair, picking a seed out of it and glancing back at the two pumpkins they had left.

“You actually having any luck at trying to carve them?”

“No, the vibrations spread out the farther they are from me so it just keeps making them burst. Maybe if I was touching it, but then it would just explode even closer to me. And I don’t think I have enough delicate control to pull it off just yet…

Robbie nodded along to what Daisy was saying, knowing it was mostly just her thinking out loud. She didn’t talk a lot about the specifics of her powers with him, he wasn’t one of the science twins who got the technical aspects of her powers nor could he relate to the excitement of exploring her abilities.

At least not most of the time.

“So what you’re saying is you’re going to leave me with two more pumpkins to do something with.”

“Yes Robbie, you poor thing. You’re going to have to suck it up and carve a pumpkin or two yourself.”

Daisy lightly elbowed him in the ribs and Robbie retaliated by tickling her until she threatened to dump the cocoa on him. He pulled Daisy into his lap, nuzzling at her neck and leaving gentle kisses as she caught her breath from the laughter.

“Screw that, I already told you and Gabe that I’m not putting my hands in pumpkins this year.”

Robbie wrapped his arms around Daisy before standing up and taking her with him. She shrieked in his grasp, struggling to break free before giving up and going limp as if carrying her dead weight around would deter him.

“So overdramatic.”

Robbie grumbled as he set Daisy down on the hood of his car. She couldn’t even muster up a fake look of annoyance over the smile she was wearing. Robbie leaned down, resting his forehead against Daisy’s as he took a moment to enjoy her happiness before he felt her hands on his face. Her fingers were light as they traced around his mouth and Robbie realized he must have had a similar smile to Daisy’s on his own face.

“For hating pumpkins so much you sure seem to be enjoying yourself, Reyes.”

She leaned up and kissed him, the taste of chocolate making her even sweeter under his lips. It was hard not to turn this into a teenage makeout session and Robbie gave Daisy’s low lip a nip as he pulled back and picked up one of the remaining pumpkins. Daisy raised an eyebrow at him and the pumpkin.

“I know I said I’m willing to try a lot of things but I’m going to have to hard pass on whatever kinky shit you want to do with that.”

Robbie scowled and Daisy grinned, first at Robbie then at the pumpkin as hellfire flames came to life over its orange skin.

“That’s not- why would I- No. Just. No.”

Daisy covered her mouth to muffle her giggles over Robbie getting flustered.

“Alright, alright, you don’t want to fuck a pumpkin. What do you want to do with it.”

The flames on the pumpkin grew brighter and Robbie bounced it in his hand.

“Well I was going to see if you wanted to blow up a flaming pumpkin but now I don’t know.”

Daisy was suddenly pressed against his side, her head resting on Robbie’s shoulder as she batted her eyes at him. Maybe he could have resisted that but not the fingers that started to stroke the back of his neck, threading into the hair at the base of his skull. Robbie couldn’t help but lean into the familiar and soothing gesture.

“Robbie?”

“Hmm?”

“You wanna light some pumpkins on fire and blow them into little chunks over the ocean?”

He looked over at her, the flickering flames illuminating Daisy’s devilish grin.

“Ok.”

She pressed a quick kiss to his cheek before sliding off the Charger and Robbie grabbed the second pumpkin before walking closer to the water.

“How far away can you vibrate a pumpkin to death?”

“Don’t know, how far can you throw one?”

“Don’t know.”

The pair looked over at each other, barely contained childish joy bubbling just under the surface at the prospect of senseless destruction. It wasn’t often either of them could just play and have fun when they both carried the weight of the world on their shoulders.

Robbie eyed the pumpkin in his hand, eyes going amber as he poured more hellfire into it before pulling his arm back. He looked to Daisy, waiting until she gave him a nod before putting that super strength to use and flinging the pumpkin out over the ocean. Daisy let out a whistle as they watched how far out it went, waiting until the pumpkin has reached the peak of its arch and started to fall back to earth. While he could feel the rattle of her powers in his bones, it took longer for those vibrations to reach their target. The small ball of fire exploded into smaller chunks of fire and without even looking at each other, Robbie and Daisy high fived as the burning bits of pumpkin hit the waves and bobbed on the surface continuing to burn.

Daisy was already picking up the other pumpkin and shoving it into Robbie’s hands.

“Not so far this time. Oh! Throw it higher instead of farther.”

She was already rubbing her hands together in anticipation and Robbie couldn’t help but chuckle at Daisy and her bossiness. He charged the pumpkin up good before throwing it upward.

“Jez Robbie, I said don’t throw it out as far.”

Daisy nudged him as it became clear the pumpkin was barely going to arch out over the water.

“What do you think I am, some kind of football player?”

“Mm yes, once in a dream.”

Daisy paused and Robbie wasn’t sure if it was because she was aiming or reminiscing.

“Soccer player though. Part time secret agent. You took off your shirt a lot. Definitely a top five dream.”

The pumpkin finally started to fall and Daisy took her shot. The pumpkin exploded in a burst of fire and glowing embers that could have been mistaken for a firework. The larger chunks of the shell burned brightly as fell into the ocean while the seeds and stringy bits were a glowing mist drifting down more slowly. For a little while, a patch of the ocean glowed with hellfire and Robbie and Daisy leaned into one another as they watched the hellfire slowly burn out.

Even when the iridescent glow of hellfire had been swallowed by the ocean, the couple continued to stand there, arms looped around one another with neither ready to break the moment just yet.

#quakerider #robbie reyes #daisy johnson #ghost rider #quake #aos #fanfic #mine #a whole lotta fluff

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apple-pie-totally-worth-it · 6 years ago

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J2M SPN UK 2018 Panel

At the start of the J2M panel, they made Misha introduce J2 and Jensen is laughing at him lol.

They gave Misha a short chair like at SDCC next to Jared (they changed it back right after lol). Jensen: “Ah, it’s the little things.”

Misha “What’s your normal routine up here… do you guys do acrobatics?”

Jared explains to Misha that they play strip question on stage. If you get the question wrong, you have to take off an article of clothing.

Jared: “I guess my dream job has always been no job… but I would have liked to have been a teacher!” Jensen to Jared: “I learn from you daily, you are a teacher!” Jared put his head on Jensen’s shoulder :)

Jensen: “Sometimes I feel like the right answer would be a Chippendales dancer!”

Misha: “I thought I was gonna be a politician when I grew up!”

Wrong answer: Misha strips off his jacket lol.

Jared: “Jet lag has not been nice to Mr. Misha.”

Jensen earlier about J2M trio op: “We’re doing a crossover. Jensen, Jared & Gollum.” Jared to Misha: “Had I known you looked like this, I wouldn’t have taken a shower.”

Jensen: “There’s another crossover photo later. Supernatural and The Walking Dead.”

J2M just got offered food and now they’re totally fighting over those gummy bears.

Jared nudging Misha to grab gummy bears from a fan: “Misha, Scooby dooby doo!”

Mishalecki are fighting over Misha’s jacket

Jensen: “Jared keeps translating English to English, but he breaks it up and it’s actually worse!”

Jared got the question wrong so he strips and now Jared’s jacket is off!

Jensen would consider a Supernatural tattoo after the show ends because it’s a huge part of his life.

Jensen and Jared both say they would consider getting an SPN tattoo after the show ends.

Jensen took a picture of Jared stripping.

Misha: I wish I’d worn my good socks today. Jared: I’m surprised you have socks on! Jensen, cracking up: Things are looking up Mish, you left the house with socks on!

J2M trying to stump the fans to get the audience to strip.

If they could go back & further explore a storyline? Jensen: Demon Dean & purgatory. Jared: Soulless Sam and Sully. Misha: Human Cas & a new storyline with “cool Cas.”

Misha’s sock is off.

Misha: “I’m wearing one shoe and no sock… this is starting to feel like a walk of shame right now!”

Jensen on his cell phone contact that’s famous and is not from SPN is Corey Taylor. Jared’s is JJ from Kaleo, and Misha’s is the Queen lol.

Misha is happy about his two degrees of separation to Neil Gaiman on Twitter through Kim.

Jensen would have swapped with the storyline with Gabriel when he went to Monaco. Jared whispers in Jensen’s ear. Jensen: or Monte Carlo. Jensen loses his overshirt lol.

Misha: I’m hard on Cas. Jared: Woah!!

Jensen Iced Misha (for those who don’t know, Icing someone means the person has to drink a little bottle of Smirnoff Ice - a brand of vodka - while kneeling down on one knee lol).

Misha refuses to drink it on stage so he goes backstage and Jared follows, giving a play by play of Misha drinking the Smirnoff with plenty of innuendos, cracking Jensen up who stayed on stage.

Misha: “I’m not agreeing to a trio panel again!”

Jared took his shoe off. “There, I lost my shoe.”

Jared: “When you sweat in the snow you get used to sweat proof socks!”

Jensen says he has a lot of relationships now and the show made it so he can live and raise a family where he wants.

Misha: Having families. The only reason why my wife has sex with me is that I’m on the show lmao.

Fan asks about the boys going on a hunt in Amsterdam. Jared says he wants to go to Anne Frank’s house and dig up some Nazi ghosts and kill them! Jensen: I killed Hitler.

Jensen says that in Amsterdam Dean would get lost in the red light district, Cas would be stoned in a cafe somewhere, and Sam would be on an architectural tour.

Misha gets called out on his old answer last year & has to take off his belt.

Fan: I have ten princess dresses. Jared, pointing at Jensen: So does he!

Jared: Come on Misha get it right. I don’t want to see you naked. Again. Jensen: Today.

Fan: I’ve been watching you since I was two. I’m 16 now. J2M are devastated lol.

Fan: So in your group, is there a mother hen figure who stops you from getting into trouble? J2M in unison: NOPE. Jensen: “The problem is, we don’t have one!”

Jared: “You know when they say the inmates are running the asylum? That’s us."

Jared: “I still find a freedom and a source of creativity in what I do.” Jared says you get to learn from the characters you play and the people you work with.

Jared: When they call “action” I’m free. I still find a freedom of expression in what I do, that’s why I keep doing it. Jared said he’s not an A-list actor. Jensen: I know you.

Jensen says to learn as much about the technical aspect of filming as you can. He also viewed every audition as a final performance because it helped him deal with rejection.

Fan: Sorry I’m really nervous. Jared: Don’t be nervous, you’re surrounded by family.

Jared is removing Misha’s boot when Misha refuses to answer a question about his favorite trenchcoat lol.

J2 talk about how Jensen shared underwear with Jared at a con before. Jensen: Where were we? Seattle. Jared: Yeah. Jensen: Did you just not have enough? Jared: Yeah… another time (to tell the story lol). Jensen to the audience: I’m sure you can figure it out! Jensen: Look, I care, I want to make sure my boys are covered! Jared: They say some people give you the shirt off their back, some people give you the *** off their ***. Jensen: The chocolate gonch. Jared whispers and laughs and Jensen falls over.

Jared likes Sam’s red flannel. Maybe because his marker is red, or it makes up 60% of his name :P

Jared: “I think Sam has a fondness for his red flannels!”

Jensen likes his grey flannel.

Jensen removes his belt lol.

Richard Ices J2. They both take a knee and drink on stage.

Rich to Jared: “You know, you saying you’re gonna screw with us is like saying the sun rose!”

Richard apparently turned the lights off on Jensen in the bathroom earlier. When Rich left and Jensen wasn’t done lol.

The guys are all surrounding the poor last question girl and teasing her with the mics. Boys are cracking up.

Jensen had a dream about the end of the show and when he shared it with Jared and Misha they both teared up.

J2M putting their random clothing items back on. Jared helps with Misha’s shoe lol.

At some point earlier in the panel Misha leaned on Jared’s shoulder right in his face and Jared was just like “Hi!” :)

Jared Iced Rob. Jensen tries to Ice Richard, but Richard jumps out of the way successfully.

Panel ends with the usual J2 fist bumps!

#Supernatural #spn convention #Jensen #Jensen Ackles #Jared #Jared Padalecki #Misha #Misha Collins #J2M SPN UK

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hamilton-one-shots · 7 years ago

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Hamilton High School AU 9

(TW: Underage drinking, drunk sex)

"Alex?.. What happened earlier?.."

Alexander frowned. He didn't want to answer, but he didn't want to lie. "I don't know.. I had another stupid anger spell..."

"Yeah, I know that, but why?.."

He shrugged.

John sighed and kissed his forehead. "Okay.. I know you can't control it." He left it at that as the car arrived and got in with him, staying mostly silent throughout the ride. When they got to Herc's place, he smiled and thanked the driver, then got out with Alexander and took him to the door, waiting for Hercules to come open it up for them.

"Hey, Jack. Alex. You two are looking sharp tonight." Hercules smiled as he let them in. "Hope you guys are ready to get drunk."

"Always," John chuckled, taking off his jacket and dropping it on the couch once they got to the living room.

Lafayette smiled at his friends, a drink already in his hands.

"Getting a head start, I see?" John joked.

Lafayette shrugged. "Well, with you drinking, I deserve one."

John rolled his eyes and loosened his tie, sitting beside Lafayette and Alexander sitting beside him, Hercules sitting beside Lafayette.

"Here's the game," Hercules began, pouring out a line of shots. "Disney movies. Everyone pick a character and every song that they sing, you take a shot."

John always chose the princess and Lafayette always chose the prince, Hercules and Alexander picking a side character. Before long, John was cut off and Lafayette, naturally being able to handle his alcohol far better, watched, entertained as the alcohol worked it's magic on John's system.

"You know, Alex," John hiccuped, leaning against Alexander with his arms around his waist. "You don't need to be jealous of James. He's just a business partner or whatever and he's got a girlfriend."

Alexander couldn't help but smile as John spoke. He didn't imagine that such a guy with such a tough exterior was such an adorable drunk. "Thanks, John. I'll keep that in mind."

John smiled and hummed happily, taking another sip of his glass of beer. "You're the best, you know that?"

"Sure," Alexander chuckled.

"Can I kiss you?"

Alexander smiled and opened his mouth to accept, but was stopped as John sat up and kissed him suddenly. "Mmph!" he cried out in surprise, though he was far from arguing against the kiss.

John smiled into the kiss and pulled away after a few seconds, resting his head on his restless boyfriend's chest. "Sorry. I couldn't help myself. I just wanted to kiss you."

"It's fine," Alexander gasped out, smiling widely. God... He may have hated the taste of beer, but boy did it taste like heaven when it was mixed with the taste of John's lips. He would've asked for another kiss, but it wouldn't feel right with him being as drunk as he was.

All the while, Lafayette watched his brother and best friend act like a couple of love struck dorks, smiling. "You guys are sweet together."

Alexander opened his mouth to argue, but stopped as he saw Lafayette pouring himself another glass of wine, biting his lip a bit. He'd tried some of the wine and it was definitely a great bottle. He hated beer, but John made it taste so good. He couldn't imagine how the wine would taste...

John noticed his interest and grabbed the bottle the second Lafayette set it down, pouring himself a bit and downing it. "You guys have good taste." He grinned, then pressed another kiss to Alexander's lips again, still completely surprising him.

Not that he minded. He melted into the kiss, wrapping his arms around his neck. Yeah, that was definitely better. Much better.

Lafayette rolled his eyes and stretched, turning to see Herc staring at him with dark eyes and grinning as he had the same ideas.

The pair made their way upstairs and up to Herc's room, glad that the tailor's father wasn't home to hear anything.

John scrunched up his nose as he pulled away, noticing that the two of them were gone. "They are so gross."

"I know." He shrugged. "I guess it's only natural. They are a couple."

John frowned and buried his face in Alexander's chest. "Don't talk like that."

"We don't have to do anything like that."

John peeked up at him. "Ever?.."

"Never."

John smiled. "Thank you." He leaned up and kissed his cheek, then laid against him. "I want to watch another movie."

"We can watch another movie." He smiled, cringing as he heard Lafayette and Herc not care about who heard. "If you can get them quiet."

"Okay." He kissed Alexander's nose, then got up and stumbled up the stairs, tripping a few times.

John eventually reached the top of the stairs and slammed his fist against the door, effectively scaring Lafayette, who was sober enough to care. "Shut up!"

"Fuck off! We're busy!" Hercules yelled back.

"Come on, have some decency! We don't want to hear that! Shut up or I'm telling your dad what really happened to your bed frame."

That shut him up.

Lafayette's face went dark red. "I told you he couldn't keep a secret."

John went back downstairs to Alexander, careful not to fall down the stairs the same way he fell up them. Once he succeeded at that, he put on another movie and plopped onto the couch with Alexander, pulling a blanket over them. "Goodnight.." Within minutes, he was asleep.

Alexander smiled and kissed the top of his head. "Goodnight." He fell asleep with him.

The next morning, Alexander woke up to John clinging to him like his life depended on it.

"Ugh... I drank too much.."

"I could've told you that," he chuckled, running a hand over his hair.

"Noooo..." John moved down away from his hand. "My head hurts..."

"Sorry." He carefully slid out of his grasp, replacing himself with a pillow, and went to the bathroom. When he came back, he gave John some pills and water. "For your headache," he explained, though John didn't hesitate to trust him.

"Thank you.." he muttered, sighing. "God, my head is killing me.." He slowly sat up and rubbed his head. "Still worth it, though," he chuckled. "Um... Sorry about kissing you like that last night."

"Don't be. I... I actually kind of liked it," Alexander admitted shyly. "Like the surprise part."

John smiled. "I'll be sure to remember that, then." He kissed his cheek and stood up, stumbling to the kitchen and making a quick breakfast for everyone.

"I could do that."

"No, it's fine. It's just a headache. Thank you, though." He smiled at Alexander and let him make the coffee, more than happy to accept a cup once he was done.

Lafayette came stumbling down stairs next in a long t-shirt with Hercules following behind him. John snickered as he remembered what he did, completely unapologetic. The pair thanked him for breakfast and thanked Alexander for the coffee before eating, not wanting to bring up John's awful actions.

"I'm going to the gym today. Do you guys want to come with?" Hercules offered, looking at the others.

John smiled and nodded. "Yeah, sounds good. I just need to swing by my place and get some workout clothes."

"I'll drive you."

"No need, I already told my friend Maria that I'd need a ride home with this hangover."

"Oh, okay," Lafayette shrugged, accepting the seemingly honest enough answer.

John finished his breakfast, then left as soon as his friend came to pick him up.

Lafayette took Alexander home and got ready with him, both of them wanting to go to the gym.

"You just want to see Herc lifting weights, don't you?" Alexander teased, helping Lafayette take care of his kitten since he was already done with his terrapins.

Lafayette rolled his eyes. "Funny. I guess the same goes for you and John?"

He blushed and shook his head. "No. I'm curious, but I didn't want to be left out. I know you were going to go for Herc."

"Well, if you were, I wouldn't blame you. John is stronger than you know."

"I saw him kick Jefferson's ass. I'm pretty sure I know."

Lafayette smiled. "Speaking of which, maybe we can see those two get in the ring."

"In the ring? Like boxing?"

"Yes. John was a boxer when he was younger, completely undefeated, but he kept it local."

Somehow, that surprised Alexander, even though he'd already seen him beat the crap out of someone quite a bit taller than him. "What about Herc?"

"He's strong. They box just for fun and I keep track."

"You?" Alexander snorted.

Lafayette rolled his eyes. "Yes, me. I've seen more than enough of John's fights to know what I'm doing."

"Alright." To Alexander, Lafayette belonged on the stage, not in a gym. He finished what he was doing for Lafayette before Lafayette himself did, so he went up to him and tapped his arm, frowning as he flinched. Now, Alexander may have blown up at Lafayette multiple times before, but that was new. He never, ever hit him. “Laf?..”

Lafayette weakly laughed it off. “Sorry.. Jefferson was messing with me yesterday. It was on my mind and it made me jump.. I’ll explain it later. Just go change. I'm about to do the same."

Alexander nodded hesitantly and left.

#hamilton #hamilton fanfic #alexander hamilton #john laurens #lafayette #hercules mulligan #lams #mullette #9 #chapter 9

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logan-are-you-okay · 7 years ago

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Just your normal Family

Minutes go by... maybe hours, and Anti still hasn’t moved. Clark’s blood still slowly dripping down Anti’s face and landing into his mouth. It tasted like metal, a metallic feel. It also has salt thrown in. It was mixing with his tears after all. He just killed someone... by his own terms. No one made him, but Dark gave him the knife. He-He couldn’t control himself!

Clark came right at him, he had to defend himself somehow! His bully might’ve been terrible, but he didn’t deserve to die! He could’ve gotten better once he left school! Maybe meet a nice girl and start a family!? Why did Dark make him do this!? He’s never wanted to kill anyone before, now he’s killed two people! Slowly the pressure on his shoulder becomes lighter. Anti takes his hands off his eyes and looks at the Entity that he knows is corrupting him. He just... he just seems like he is at least... the man asked Anti if he wanted revenge, this was what he meant... wasn’t it?

“You need to get cleaned up. I’ll take care of the weapon.” Dark says with a cold grin, the glowing around him seems to be pleased as the red starts to fluctuate. Anti turns back to look at Clark, his soulless eyes staring right back at him. He feels like he’s going to throw up, why did he have to be such a fuck up!? It would have been so much easier to slit his throat! But, NOOOO he didn’t have the guts to kill him! If he had just done that, he wouldn’t have seen the eyes of the one he hated stare at him with fear...

“W-What about... what about t-the b...body?” He slowly asks as he makes his eyes look away from the face of his victim. Dark let’s out a small chuckle, Damn his laugh was creepy. It always echoed and sounded like it was ten times louder in Anti’s Head.

“You’re making a statement. You are not someone to be messed with. All evidence gone, Body stays.” Okay? He has done this way to many times to decided that roller coaster that he’s taking. The Entity then pulls the knife out of Clark’s chest which makes a disgusting gushing sound. He then disappears out of thin air, and Anti wipes away the tears that escaped his eyes. This-This wasn’t him. It was self defense right!? He didn’t think that they would have came here to kill him! It wasn’t his fault! C-Clark came after him! He was the one who was choking him!

Slowly Anti’s eyes fall onto Clark’s chest and stab wounds. Pieces of meat where popping up, the wounds looked deep. Deeper than how long the actual blade was. He... he couldn’t help himself, his brain... he wanted to know... Anti slowly puts his fingers into his own mouth tasting the blood of his victim. It tasted different from before... it tasted... it tasted... Anti couldn’t control himself, he grabs a chunk of the meat sticking out and puts it into his mouth. Why did it taste so good!? This was so wrong, but it was toooo good to pass up! He grabs another after another and just chews on Clark’s flesh. Maybe it was because his would cause more damage to the body, and make Clark suffer even more? Maybe, because he wanted to savor this moment?

“Huh.” Anti Quickly stands up and backs away from Clark as fast as he’s ever moved before and looks at where the sound came from. Dark was standing there, how long had he been!? Anti Quickly swallows the blood and meat he had in his mouth. Please say that Dark wasn’t there to witness what he did! Oh please, oh god oh god, please!

“Did you enjoy your snack?” He says while crossing his arms. Anti’s eyes widen, Guess he didn’t have the luck of the Irish on his side today! Dark had a weird expression, it was an interesting expression mixed with curiosity. It made Anti’s skin crawl and causes goose bumps to form. The Entity walks up to Anti, and grabs a hold of his wrist as the once again teleport with the black mist around them.

This time once the mist clears, Anti’s Head felt like it was hit by a thousand bricks. Slowly he raises his hand to his forehead as he lets out an aching sigh. Dark must’ve heard it.

“If you didn’t eat anything, your head wouldn’t be hurting.” Anti immediately has a face of guilt slammed into his face as he looks up at Dark who had a slight smirk on his face. Was he kidding? Or was that ACTUALLY the reason why his head hurt!? He slowly looks around where he was. Why was he in a living room? Also It was right in the entrance of the wooden door that was behind him.

The furniture was red’s blue’s pink’s purple’s blue’s Which Anti was defiantly not expecting. For someone who was looked like darkness himself, he sure had bright colors. Yet again, the walls where black so maybe it was just to make the room look larger. Then he looks over at three pictures on the wall that was right by where the corner was that most likely turned into the kitchen. What did he know? He was a teen not a contractor! Anyways, there was a picture of a girl wearing the assigned school uniform for the girls. She had black hair with red highlights, she seemed super happy. He then looks at the picture that was in the middle. He crosses his arms and his expression turns back to a sad one. It was a family picture of Dark, the girl, and a different man who has never seen before. Who has a pink mustache? Who would WANT to dye their mustache!? Then DUI overalls with a bow tie! That just looked ridiculous! They all seemed so happy... Anti’s never had a family to take one with. Jack always sneaks pictures of them two together, only a couple times Anti was willing. One time the family was doing ‘Family Photos’ and Anti was in the distance. Jack convinced his mother to let Anti join, and just told them he was a close friend. He didn’t smile, just his timid little self.

Slowly his eyes travel to the last photo, a picture of The Entity and the new man. It seems like... like Dark was considered the little spoon in the relationship? The man had his arms around Dark, and they where both smiling. Maybe it’s just for the picture sake! He was shorter than the other man, but he was so intimidating!? How could he be considered that!? Also... it’s nice to know that he isn’t the only person sexually attracted to the same gender.

“Wilford, I’m home.” OH! So that’s his name! Nice name, kinda. Suddenly there’s a loud booming voice that just yells something so loud that Anti flinched from it.

“Darky! Welcome home!” Darky? How the fuck did he get THAT nickname? A guy who looked like death dressed in a suit got a nickname that sounded like a Baby name! Suddenly the man who apparently was named Wilford comes running around the corner, and immediately puts Dark into a big All bear hug. Dark instantly tenses up from the embrace and slowly falls into it as Wilford keeps asking random questions. Damn, they are total complete opposites. Like, SO FAR this Wilford person has smiled the largest Anti has ever seen anyone do! Then his hair was pink as well as his mustache. Anti glances at Dark who was trying so hard not to enjoy it, but his face said otherwise. However Wilford looks directly at Anti, which Makes Anti flinch and tighten the arms across his chest trying to cower away.

“Who’s this?” The pink mustache asks. Alright, wondering who he was wasn’t bad. But he COMPLETELY skipped the fact that Anti was drenched head to toe in blood. You fucking have a teenager drenched in blood that your probably husband brought home! How are you not going to question that!? Also his face has probably been published all over the news by now! You have a fucking fugitive/murderer in your house!

“His name is Anti. He’s like us, but just doesn’t realize or understand it yet. I’ll explain later.” Dark quickly jumps in, which makes Anti all the more scared as he Quickly looks around the room for any open windows or unlocked doors. Come on this house has three people in! There has bond to be a opened SOMETHING here! Randomly Wilford walks straight up to Anti, and Anti panics backing away from him. Wilford was still at least five feet away from him, but Anti was already screaming while covering his head with his arms.

“Are you sure he is, Darkidoo? He seems so.... broken. His throat may be slice, Also are you just going to make him into a pet? Finally get one that’s powerful than the rest?” Anti stops screaming as he looks right at Dark who had already gave his answer before Anti could see. Please please say that he didn’t nod or something along those lines!

“Sure, he’s broken. But he’s mendable, also I haven’t given him the choice of learning what he is. Nor do I have a clear plan of what to use him for. But, he’s already proved that he’d be loyal. He jumped on a kid’s back to protect me so.” HES RIGHT HERE YA KNOW! Listening to every single bit that they are saying! Dark then looks at Anti dead in the eye, and it sends a cold panic down his spine.

“Go get clean up. There’s a bathroom up the stairs to the first door on the left. Take a shower, I’ll give you non stained clothes.” Anti Quickly takes the offer as he runs up the stairs and shuts the door sigh a loud slam. So much information just ran through his head like a train. What was he? What did pet mean? Who are the others!?

Anti takes a deep breath as he slowly removes his clothes, trying his hardest to not touch the cuts on his arms. He turns on the water and waits for the water to turn warmer. His eyes slowly fall onto his arm as he swallows. Such a waste of perfectly good wrist... Anti can now notice that they where definitely infected. Dark green and blue lines went about them, and some even had reopened. Probably from when he killed... No! He’s not going to think about that! Anti jumps into the shower and watches as the blood runs off of him and swirls down into the drain... all the while thoughts plagued his mind. Why did Dark just randomly show up and want to help him? Why wasn’t his partner/husband concerned when he saw a Random teen covered in blood? Then finally.... what was he? How was he like Dark and Wilford? What... what’s going to happen to him now...?

#wilford warfstache #jacksepticeye egos #jacksepticeye #markiplier egos #darkiplier #antisepticeye #septicart #it counts fanficton is still a form of art #canibilism

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