#and I need to finish the books I never finished them woops

[therealstacyfakename]

My Witcher obsession defrosted and I’m once again asking where is season 4 😔

[draco-after-dark]

Feral JD!!! I love this kinda stuff, and you already got some awesome art for it! I’ve been appreciating John Dory more and more lately, so it’s cool to find all the AUs

Got any specific scenarios you’ve been thinking about for him? Love to hear anything about it.

I also wonder about when he discovered he couldn’t read anymore, was he nonplussed? Disappointed? Didn’t realize it happened? How’d his brother figure it out and would they go about teaching him again?

I appreciate you! ✨💜👍 have a good day!

OOOOOOOOH I HAVE SO MANY ACUALLY

I'm having so much fun building his world out

I actually have a few scenarios in the works now and some mini comic ideas too, Just gotta finish them :]

The reading thing is actually an interesting point. To be honest it wasn't something I initial thought to hard about but now that you brought it up. Here are some thoughts I had on it.

(Also sorry this kinda long I got a bit carried away woops)

not being able to read does come as a shock to JD when he first realizes, It takes him a bit to come to terms with it and when he does realize its a "Shit, I really am a failure." kind of mentality.

Since he was just out in the wilderness reading and writing wasn't something he need to do, it was all about survival for him so something so simple as that never crossed his mind as a skill he could lose.

Not being able to sing/talk just sort of sprouted from when he turned grey and fully integrated himself to being alone, Truly alone. Just being by himself he never had a reason to speak, so eventual the years added up and he just couldn't figure out how to speak.

So I always figured Clay would be the first one to figure out that JD can't read. For some context JD has been away from any type of society for several years if not a whole decade at this point. just by himself out in the wilderness wander around from place to place. So loneness has set in hard and he hasn't had a conversation with someone since being on his own.

JD tends to approach his brothers when their on there own or hanging out with each other. He tends to avoid large crowds and sticks to the outskirts of pop village unless there is immediate danger within the village. They had a spider incident a week ago but JD dealt with that real quick. The village still has pretty mixed options on allowing him to stay but considering the brothers haven't even been able to get JD to come inside branch's bunker yet. It's not something the they have really considered or cared about yet.

Also for Clay figuring out JD cant read it would probably go something like this...

Being in a book club Clay can often be found reading books around pop village. So when its a beautiful sunny day. He decides that it's the perfect time to catchup on his latest book. That quickly becomes wishful thinking however when he feels the brush of fur against his arm. He's surprised to see John Dory crouched next to him head tilted leaning into his personal space. Just sort of staring at his book with a curious look on his face. He's not interacted this close to JD yet on his own, usually he only makes an appearance if Floyd or Branch are around. So being on his own with John so close makes him pretty nervous. Especially since previous interacts between the two of them haven't been the best. John may or may not have tried to attack him and Bruce at their first interaction. It was quite a shock to all the brothers when they discovered that not only Floyd but also John Dory had been kidnapped by the pop star wannabes. If Clay's being honest he didn't believe Floyd when he first told them that John Dory was still trapped some where in the dressing rooms. It didn't make any sense to him. Why would they keep leave John backstage for their big performance. Unless they had already sucked him dry of his talent. What they actually discovered Clay could have never seen coming. Their brother, their oldest brother was practically unrecognizable, In both behavior and colour. He still thinks about when they found him in that room huddled in the corner. The terrify snarl that came from him when they tried to get close. Heck. he didn't even know a troll could make such a noise. So what was he doing here with him now?

"Uh . . . hi?" Clay asked curiously his voice wavering slightly.

He could see John's ear tilt towards him so he must have heard him and was at least listening. Hopefully.

"what uh . . . what brings you here today?"

A low deep rumbled sounded out from John's throat has he lifted his hand nearest to the book and brought it closer to himself. Eyes flickering across the page. To Clay it looked as if he was trying to read the pages so without a word he tilted the book more towards JD and waited. Just watching him. As seconds turned into minutes he could feel the frustration growing inside his brother, from the way his brows knitted together, to the way he kept getting closer to the book. Like if he looked harder, tried harder it would all make sense. That was when it clicked.

He cant read. Clay thought.

He can barely talk, if grumbling even counts as talking. Can't read and chances are he cant write anymore ether.

With a scoff John shoves the book away from himself slides down from the rock to sit on the grassy earth below.

Clay felt odd. He wasn't sure what he was feeling. Pity? Hurt? No that wasn't quite right. Emptiness? A sense of loss? A mix of everything he guessed.

He never really considered how John must be feel. That it must be . . . frustrating. Not just being alone for so long that he unconsciously forgot things that always seemed so, basic. Normal to everyone. That writing and singing songs came so natural to all of them. That the once self-proclaimed leader of Brozone couldn't even read his own lyrics anymore. He could never imagine not being able to read again. Being left unable to communicate even the simplest of things, but here John was. Going through all that. Practically alone. Clay frowned well he stared down at his once proud brother and then a flicker of hope flashed through his eyes.

". . ."

"Do you want to read again?"

His ear perked up at that and his head quickly flipped back to Clay. An unreadable look in his eyes.

"I could teach you, to read, write, to talk again?"

He see the thoughts swirling through his eyes, the hope, that became to spark but that quickly disappeared as he sank back down towards the grass. I look of sadness crossing over his face as he began to fiddle with his claws.

"Do you not want to learn how to read again?" Clay aske bewilders

John huffed and stared at him with an unamused face

"well why then?"

John glanced to the side and gestured in way "carry on" sort of way.

"I don't understand."

John gave him a deadpan stare and flung his head to the side letting out a deep sigh.

Clay was thoroughly confused. what was he missing, what wasn't ne understanding. This was his brother, his older, former bossy, arrogant, obsessed older brother. So Clay wanted to try something. Something he had done in years.

"What, are you still to cocky to let your little brother teach you a thing or two?"

He huffed again, but this time it sounded more like a light chuckle followed by a quick eyeroll and after a few seconds John stared at him, one eyebrow raised like he was saying "are you serious right now?"

"So your telling me you'd rather sit on grass and feel sorry for yourself rather then spend time with your younger brother?"

Oh ya, That hit a nerve. If there was one thing John cared about it was his family, Family was apart of him and it always had been. His greatness strength and weakness. Something Clay figured out real quick when they were younger trollings. John must have felt as offended as he looked because next thing clay new he had already stood up and hoped right back up on the rock beside him.

"Same old Dory"

To which John responded by giving his brothers shoulder a shove and jerked his head towards the book down in Clay's hands.

"okay okay, will start with the basics . . ."

Don't know how in character this is for Clay but I tried guys. So yeah that's my thoughts so hopefully this makes sense.

Also if any Fanfic people out there stumble across this and start thinking they want to give try at writing some stuff for the Feral boi please do I would LOVE to read it. Like tag me please so I can read it and draw it.

Anyway imma go to bed byeeeeeee

[liar-liarpantsonfire]

Stars in the big, black ink

Summary:You're staying with Alois for the night, it's a beautiful and clear, quiet night so you decide to enjoy it.

Cw:There is none, just fluff

Alois sighed, straightening out your bed. "I don't know why Claude couldn't of done this... it's litterally his job!" he muttered causing you to look up at him.

"Hm?"

"Oh! Nothing, dear!"

"If you say so..."

Alois finished with bed sheets and looked up to you, "All done!" He chirped, walking over. "Well, I'll be in my chambers if you need me, I'm just next-door." He said gently, looking to you with a small smile as he made his way to the door. You nodded, sitting on the bed and grabbing a book, reading in quiet. An hour or so passed and you couldn't relax, nevermind sleep.

You stood up, making your way to the blonde's room and gently knocking on his door. A gentle, "Come in!" was heard from the other side and you opened the door, shutting it behind you.

"Would you like to go outside? It's a beautifully clear night." The noble's eyes lit up as you said that and he nodded, standing up.

"That sounds lovely! Why not?" He grabbed a spare blanket before heading downstairs and outside with you, a gentle grip on your hand.

You walked for a short while, through the gardens, until you reached a table and chair with rose bushes surrounding them. You and Alois sat down as he wrapped the blanket around you both. You looked up at the sky, beautiful, shining white stars were scattered in the black void. It was beautiful. The moonlight illuminated the garden, shining down on the two of you. Alois placed his hand in yours as your head rested against his shoulder.

"They're pretty aren't they?" His voice was the first thing to break the silence in a while.

"Yes, they are... I've never seen them so clearly before."

"I like coming out here sometimes; to watch the sunset and look at some stars." He paused for a moment. "Its nice. It's peaceful and quiet..." He smiled to himself. "You know?"

You gave a small nod in response, it wasn't clear what else he wanted from you if wanted anything at all. Sometimes it felt like he was more just talking because someone was there to listen rather than make conversation but sometimes that was nice. You didn't always need to say anything, just listen.

"They remind me of when I was younger but... in a nice way. It makes me think of someone special." He said softly.

After a moment, everything went quiet again. The silence was nice though, it was calm and gave you a moment to just think and stare at the beautiful sky. Usually it'd be too cold to stay out for a while but with the blanket you could stay out for hours. The two of you sat in silence for a while, Alois's arm slowly finding it's way around you. The red of the roses and green of the leaves stood out against the ink black sky and the small dots of white scattered in it. The wind began to pick up and you shivered a little, Alois looking to you and pulling you closer, almost pulling you off your chair. "Woops! Sorry!" He giggled, clearly not that sorry. You laughed softly, looking to Alois, shaking your head and leaning against him again. "No you're not."

"I am!" He was still giggling and very clearly didn't feel too bad about it.

"Mhm, sure." You laughed, shaking your head and looking back up to the night sky.

"You know how you're supposed to see certain shapes in the stars?" You nodded. "Sometimes I like to try and make shapes out of the stars if I can't find one of the special ones. It helps me relax." You smiled and nodded, even though you spent a lot of time listening to Alois he often did the same for you, he always let you talk about whatever you wanted for as long as you pleased. This was the way you two worked... it was nice.

"Do you think that humans will ever be able to see the stars?" You asked gently, Alois shook his head.

"I don't think that we'll care enough..." He looked to you. "Humans are funny that way, we seem to only care about things we understand well and we don't seem to prioritise the correct things. I don't think we ever will." You nodded slowly, sitting up and looking to the blonde.

"You have some deep thoughts..."

"I suppose so? Not really though." He giggled softly. He really was oblivious to himself.

A little while passed and Alois sighed, standing up and stretching out. "We should head inside and get some rest." You nodded and he helped you to your feet, taking the blanket and walking back inside with him slowly.

Tonight had been perfect, in it's own way.

Authors Note:This took me far too long to write but I hope you enjoyed it! I'm sorry it's so short! Let me know if you gave any requests for other fics!!

[blorbologist]

Hello! How do you get over writer's block? i'm writing for a poetry competition and the deadline is at the end of the month. The poem I'm working on now is halfway done but for some reason I'm hitting a wall when it comes to the part I really want to write if that makes sense? I feel like I have no inspiration to finish even though I know how I want it to go, and the worst part of it is that I want to start another project T^T how do I do this??

Hi anon!

It's a really, really tricky question to answer, especially due to the deadline. My usual advice would be related to not rushing it, which is... not great if you do have a timeline to adhere to.

Here's what I've got to offer:

Skip ahead. There's no hard rule that you have to write this bit before the next. Even if some of what is to come relies on it, you can make little notes and go back to edit it later.

Write an outline of the scene. No, really - you might know exactly how it goes, but writing it down both puts something on the blank document and might clarify bits you hadn't realized you were struggling with. Even better, there's often a natural inclination to just... dig a bit deeper, which might get you writing some dialog or paragraphs that occur to you that you don't want to forget. Breaking it down really helps!

Take a break. Yes, there's a deadline. No, stressing yourself silly won't help. If the muse just won't flow, be kind to yourself. If you've been bashing your head into a wall and are getting frustrated, take a break. Get away from a screen, or read a book, or take a walk.

Once that's done, though, if you aren't making headway, start brute forcing it. It's not nearly as gritty as it sounds: you just want to get words on a page, whatever way works best for you. I like to do speedwrites (short, timed writing with a friend where we just get as many words as possible onto a page and edit later), because the friend participating holds me accountable and makes me Competitive! And I'm forced to write without Overthinking, which sometimes takes the scene in a new and interesting direction! You can also set writing goals per day, like NaNoWriMo, or write it like a script with just the bare bones of what you want to happen. A little pressure helps some people stay on track.

Change your perspective. Write in a coffee shop or a quiet corner of the library, or make a nest in your closet. Switch up the environment!

Likewise, get yourself into work mode. For me that means a drink (water or coffee) and I must be wearing pants and socks to convince my brain that this is Not goofing off time.

Find ways to stay motivated. Do you have any friends you can share snippets with? The enthusiasm is a great way to keep muse flowing. Or if one part is giving you trouble, hashing it out with a kind listener is great. Reward yourself for reaching your goals! Snackies!! Reread what you've written before bed - I like to do it to catch typos and marvel at what I half-remember writing.

Break out a dictionary, or an old-ass book. Look for some weird but cool words. I compile ones that inspire me. Recently I've added grotto (from a tumblr post), ream of paper (from a fic) and appetite (from a paper) as far as words that Hit Me with some muse. Maybe you'll use them, or maybe they just give vibes. Collect them like flowers.

Finally... you know yourself best. Be honest about your goals, your comfort zone, what you know will motivate you... and then shove yourself just a bit past that. One of these ideas might be just what you need to get yourself where you want to go, but you'll never get there sticking in the same space that caused writer's block forever. Those tools clearly don't work - try out that jackhammer, even if it seems a little scary. Apparently they're really fun to work with!

I know most of this is focused on longer form writing, but I have limited experience with poetry, woop.

Please let me know if any of this helps, I'm cheering you on anon! <33

[thenightlymirror]

Trying to unpack today

Was supposed to be off at some meeting all day. They decided I didn’t need to go. I didn’t. But I was sort of looking forward to seeing some old friends. They said they missed me. That was nice.

Started work and all management and admin staff were at the meeting. The sales manager was late. Two counselors weren’t coming in, and the others were late. The superintendent was asked to help at another cemetery.

Two burials were basically ready for tomorrow.

Irina calls me to say that a big stone they were waiting until today to install for the family has a giant scratch in it. $25,000. Something like that. I get there and the superintendent is filling it in with black marker. She’s watching.

I call the engraver to see what he can do. He’s out somewhere else all day. He’ll come in tomorrow.

No one is doing the paperwork I’ve asked them to. And now there are suddenly two more burials for tomorrow. (Guess it was a good thing I was there.)

Ricky is missing a permit for the burial that is about to happen that he isn’t here for. Nice. Also, he has a signed document with no space number on it. Also for tomorrow. He sends me a cellphone pic of the document via text message. I print it out on the Konica.

I come over to help the sales office and get stuck there for the rest of the day.

I’m mostly trying to get the burial paperwork finished, but if they make me wait, they can also make me do their jobs as I wait. Bit of a pickle.

Family comes in and their marker is backwards. Woman comes in to yell at me because her monument isn’t installed. Who said it would be? New guy. November 2nd. Amazing guess. Wrong.

A woman calls and says she needs proof her mother and grandmother were buried in the Jewish parts of the cemetery. I can tell her where they’re buried, but she can’t have our documents. What the hell for? Rabbi needs them or else her daughter can’t get married. She just keeps telling me to xerox some legal documents “for Jewish purposes.” Oh. Well if you put it that way.

The thing is, I want to just make her a map, and maybe say, yeah they’re here. Signed, Me. But I cannot find documentation for her mother anywhere. Fucking anywhere. I try fucking everything. Finally, she just goes to work. I say I’ll call her tomorrow. I’m going to have to get up on this ladder and just go through interment books to find her.

So of course there’s a line now. It’s only me in this office. I have a totally different job that is managing the headstones in this giant cemetery, which would just be a golf course, except for all the headstones. But I’m here. Woman wants to by evergreen grave coverings, for a couple people. A little cash. A couple credit cards. Wants to see the silk flower collection. It’s in the back and no one’s pulled them out in a month.

Sometimes people come in asking about markers and, I swear to fucking God every time, yes, they bought one, but they never designed or “ordered” it. It’s just money sitting in a bank. Every fucking corporation these days is just the First Bank of Starbucks. So they’re like “Where is it?” and it’s like, Did you say Simon says? I’m sorry. Then it doesn’t exist. It’s still just frog eggs in the swamp.

They aren’t doing my blind checks still, they’re out standing services.

A woman comes from Arizona having a panic attack and wants her mother’s unused plots. Just because. Maybe she could have called for a thing like that. She’ll wait for the manager.

I end up staying an extra hour. One file for a burial tomorrow just hid on a counselor’s desk for hours. Woops.

One still isn’t done. The other never got dug. It’ll get done tomorrow. Instead of getting more stones in.

New guy said “…You’re so calm.”

I don’t show my face much in the other office, because they just expect me to be the receptionist when I’m there. New guy’s never seen someone in that space not writhe in hysterics immediately. I was. I was.

[sunaswife]

A Suna Rintraou Series

Sequel to Your Everything

Summary: It’s been five years since you’ve seen your ex, Rin. He’s still not over you and you’re not over him. When he finds out you have children he thought he didn’t have a chance. Then he finds out they’re his? All of a sudden you’re teaching Suna how to be a single dad.

A/N: I just had to start writing lmao I can’t stop

Warnings: Fluff, angst I guess, drama, and cuteness twin overload

Previously Up Next Masterlist

Chapter one: Kageyama Y/N 🤍

Your alarm rang and you rubbed your eyes. You sat up and turned off the alarm from your phone and you stretched causing your whole body to crack.

You put on your glasses and made your way out of your bedroom. You walked to the kitchen to put the kettle on and you got everything ready to make your tea and breakfast. You hummed quietly as you cooked the eggs and toasted some waffles.

“Mommy?” You heard a small voice and you turned to the doorway to see your little girl holding a fox plush. She was rubbing her eyes and her hair was a mess. “Yes baby?” You asked and she hugged your leg. “Can we go to the aquarium soon?” She asked and you chuckled. “Of course.” You said and lifted her in your arms. “We finished that book on marine biology, it’s crazy right?” You asked and she nodded. “The ocean is so big. I want to go to Hawaii one day and dive!” She exclaimed and you smiled. “Well with my new job maybe that can happen soon.” You told her and her eyes twinkled. “Can you wake up your nii-chan please and tell him breakfast is ready?” You asked and she nodded. “Good girl.” You smiled and kissed her forehead. She held your face and kissed your cheek and when you set her down she made her way down the hall to the room she shared with her brother. “Nii-chan breakfast is ready.” She said softly and tried to shake him but he didn’t budge. “Nii-chan mommy made waffles! Come on wake up before she gets mad!” She shook him again but he scooted farther away.

She pouted and she heard your footsteps, she looked at the door to see you leaning against the wall. “Suna Rini, breakfast is ready.” You said sweetly but they knew they were dead if you said their full names. “I’m up mommy I was just playing dead with Akira!” He immediately shot up and you tried not to laugh. You walked to the small bed and you patted his head then pinched his cheek. “Don’t lie to mommy next time please. You know how I feel about that. Breakfast is ready. I made waffles.” You said and kissed his cheek. He kissed back and jumped off the bed.

“OH YEAH WAFFLES! WOOP WOOP!” He yelled and Akira rolled her eyes. “How is he the oldest?” She asked and you shrugged. “He came out first.” You told her and she made her way out the door behind her older brother and you smiled. Today was a good day. It was your first day being a sports commentator for a professional game. You were one during nationals for middle school and high school teams and before you became a commentator you were a referee but you never quit your love for volleyball so you climbed up the ranks. You applied to be a commentator for professional games and to just your luck a man was retiring so you managed to take his spot.

You quickly made your kids bed while they probably started eating and you looked to see the shrine your kids had. Well I mean it’s more like a wall dedicated to their favorite volleyball players. They all happened to be ridiculously handsome and one of them was Miya Atsumu.

Akira is his biggest fan.

There was also their uncle, Tobio. And Ushijima who’s in Tobio’s team. As well as Bokuto who was in Atsumu’s team. Your son adopted a lot of habits the gray haired spiker does and you don’t know if your thankful or annoyed because of that.

Even though Tobio is in Schweiden Alders when they found out he was going against MSBY they dropped him like he never existed. They were dedicated to the black jackals.

Soon enough a waddling Jamie came over with her pregnant belly and she began doing your makeup. You tried to protest the week before but she shushed you and said that you needed to look good for the cameras and in order to catch some volleyball ass.

You reminded her you weren’t looking for a relationship and she’d always lecture you about.

“You’re hot, patient, funny, you’re a package deal!” She would remind you over and over but you weren’t interested in just any volleyball player.

Only one.

He actually made it pro and he looks even more handsome, more fit, and happier.

He wasn’t that quiet and deadpanned boy you fell in love with.

“Excuse me Kuroo-San, I have a few things I kind of wanna go over...” you said after the meeting was dismissed. “Of course what can I do for you, Kageyama?” He smiled and you blushed.

He’s so nice and so handsome.

You cleared your throat and made you way out with him next to you. You needed to do a mic check in the gym. You started asking him a few questions regarding the match and he answered them to the best of his ability. You joked here and there as you made your way through the hallway passing the locker rooms in order to reach the court.

“So, Kageyama..um would you like to get dinner with me sometime?”

You heard a few voices and your children’s laughter. “Dinner? As in like a date?” You asked and he nodded. “I don’t know Kuroo—the thing is is that I’m a single—“ “MOMMY!” Your kids yelled and you were immediately tackled. Kuroo stepped back a bit flabbergasted. You’re a mom? And so young? You’re only a year younger than him.

But yet again everyone thought that.

You gasped loudly and immediately started hugging and kissing your children. You hate being away from them for so long. You kissed their cheeks leaving a stain of your lipstick on there and Rini started whining. “Mom!! You can’t just kiss me like that. Now my face is ruined.” He started rubbing his cheek and you rolled your eyes.

“Have you guys been giving Jamie any trouble?” You asked and they both shook their head and looked at you innocently. You put them down and they ran to Tobio, you’ll talk to him in a bit. What a coincidence that your first match is Tobio’s team against your student Hinata.

“Sorry bout that..they really wanted to see Tobio.” Jamie waddled over and you sighed. “It’s fine I just don’t want you stressing out. If it’s too much to handle them then I’ll get a nanny or something.” You told her and she shook her head. “No it’s fine they’re just so energetic.” She chuckled and you nodded. You honestly weren’t paying attention to who else was in the hall. “I just don’t want you to have to give birth to another stillborn.” You whispered as you gave her a hug and she nodded. “I know I know.”

“Y/N-chan is that you? Since when did you and Jamie get so close! You hated eachother in highschool!” You heard that annoying voice and your stomach dropped. You pulled away and finally looked at the blonde setter. He looked more mature and more fit as well which made sense being pro and everything. “Miya. My name is Kageyama.” You glared at him and his eyes widened. “Are you guys—are you guys together?” He asked and looked down at your hands. Jamie had her beautiful wedding ring plated on her left hand and you had you small diamond ring on your right.

“Jesus Miya, you honestly don’t know which finger the ring is on to indicate someone is married or not?” You raised a brow. “She’s married, I’m not.” You said.

“What about your kids?” He asked and you sucked in a breath.

“I’m a single mom.”

A/N: I’m so excited hehehe I changed this up compared to the teaser/spoiler and I put it in Y/N’s POV

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[cosmiclatte28]

Between the Lines (Jeno)

tagging @neopalette @yutahoes @bigbrainenergytingz and i guess that's all my jeno moots :)

writing net(s) @multifandomnet @supermwritersnet

contains cats

The peaceful ambiance of the old bookstore by the end of the street makes a smile grow on your face. You quicken your steps to the door and with one gentle push you open the door and close it after making sure no little floof ball escapes the room.

“Welcome,” the friendly worker in the small second hand bookstore greets you. You glance to see the greeter and smile back after replying to his greeting back.

First thing first upon entering the store filled with books, you see the white fluffy cat sitting on the stack of boxes by the cashier table. His blue clear eyes are focused on your move, you giggle as you walk closer to give it a scratch on the head and a small pat on its paw. He closes his eyes acting like your touch is nothing despite his purr resonating from his throat.

The bookstore has quite a lot of people like usual. Some adults looking through the biography aisle, some scholars looming around the literature and essay corners. Some random bookworm like you, just searching through the endless book spine and covers while making sure you are not stepping on the furry cats walking around the store.

“Woop, mind your steps snowball.” a deep playful voice catches your attention and you turn your head to see him, the guy who’s working here. You saw him several times, he even checked out your books for a while. You see the man squatting and rubbing the small white cat earlier with love.

“You really love cats and books,” you whisper after noticing no one is near you two.

The guy looks up from the cat and gives you his beautiful eye smile “Hey, I’ve seen you around. Yes I love cats and books, that’s why I work here.” he shrugs his shoulders and takes a seat on one of the stools they prepared.

You wonder, how can he simply sit and play around while working… unless… he is the boss.

You keep the curiosity to yourself and he suddenly calls on you.

“Do you want to play with him? I have to put new books on the rack, you can have fun with snowball and the other cats too. Just ask me if you need any help with the books.” he stands up and walks away, only to slightly brush your shoulder because of the small path between the bookshelves.

You take his position before and play for a while with the white cat. After the small angel feels bored with your strokes, he runs away pressing his body to other customers and you just continue your afternoon activity.

The bookstore is your favorite place, not only for the cheap books starting from one dollar, but the cats and just the calm ambience of the store. How people all just keep looking for books and sometimes pause to just glance at the cats and pat them or tease them.

After finishing the aisle you like, you walk away to the sale rack and land your hand on one of the book that caught your attention. You pick the book, read the synopsis and decide you’ll go with this.

You bring yourself to the cashier and wants to check out the book.

“Oh you're done?” the guy earlier asked you and you nod.

“Do you have a dollar with you?” he asks and you sadly shake your head “No, I don’t bring cash with me at the moment.”

He’s carrying heavy books on his hands, and his strong arm is showing off a toned muscle.

“Oh then just return with a dollar next time, this week or this month.” he smiles and continues walking to bring his heavy books to the shelves.

“Okay thank you.” you turn around, pat the cat that’s near your leg for a while and finally leave the store with the unpaid book. Well, you’ll just return tomorrow, the workers there know you.

Your mind wanders to the guy earlier, you’ve seen him repeatedly but you never learn his name. He looks charming, dreamy, lovely, and cool at the same time.

You didn’t know his touch can still be felt by your shoulder and you’re dying to know this mysterious guy.

The next morning, you stop by the book store first thing first before working, you feel bad for reading the book before paying for it.

Once you come in, you see him there sitting on the ground distributing food to five cats all looking at him with desire. (more like seeing the foods)

“Morning,” you greet him, he shoots his head up and looks like he remembers you. “Oh you’re back! Morning.” he plays with one of the cat there “Sorry I am on the floor, but are you hear to pay your book?” he asks after you shake your head saying you don’t mind him sitting there playing with the cats.

“Yeah, I’ll leave it in the cashier.” you say after slipping the bill and a small name card.

“You could’ve worked in a cat cafe.” you try to break the ice, now that you notice no one else is in the store this early. He must be the owner or he lives nearby.

“Thank you, and I’d love to work in a cat cafe, but I love books too.” he says while taking one black cat to his lap and showering it with love.

You kneel down “I love them too, they’re cute.” you run a hand on one of the cat that’s busy eating its food.

“You’re also cute.” the guy chimes in turning red after saying that.

“Why,thank you. You’re hot.” you mutter while hiding your face from him and keep on stroking the cat.

He chuckles “Thanks. Name is Jeno, what about you?” he looks to your eyes and you respond “(Y/n). Nice to meet you.” you reach out your hand for him to shake

“Okay, I gotta go work, but I left the bill on the cashier table. I’ll see you around and the cats too!” you stand up, dust yourself from the furs and bid farewell to Jeno who’s now walking to the cashier to clean the stuff there.

You leave the store the exact same time Jeno smiles upon seeing the small note you left.

“Interesting, she gave me her number.” he picks his phone up and types in the number and keeps it under your name.

“We could go for coffee next time,” he texts quickly and sends it to you.

You feel your phone vibrates and a smile erupts to your face “Sounds good, I am paying for it. When and where?”

The reply comes not long after “Cat cafe by the end of the road, I’ll pay the entrance you can pay for the drinks. Say, this weekend?”

You feel your steps get lighter and your heart beating faster. “Deal, see you Saturday at eleven.”

He grins as he plays with the cats there “See you my bookworm.”

[kettle-on]

(Oh woops, this is a lot longer than it was supposed to be, but I got carried away. Still not super happy with it, but I figured I'd post it sooner than later, before I changed my mind completely!)

Monty Python and the Barbados Fic

Eric x Michael x OFC

Chapter 4

attn: @jessm78 @coincidence-ithinknots-blog

Evenings at Heron Bay were lively, silly, rowdy, and populous. The Pythons had decided they would have guests to dinner every night, and surprisingly this proved not too difficult. Apparently Barbados was hopping with friendly famous faces at this time of year.

Mick Jagger continued his regular visits with Jerry on his arm, and one or two pairs of glamorous mystery Misters and Misses. It was revealed through many rounds of Charades that the Rolling Stone had an extraordinary talent for both miming and deciphering interpretive dance. His rendition of “the eruption of Mt Vesuvius” was met with roaring applause, and his “Sex Pistols” brought the evening to an un-toppable peak.

Things would take a turn, however, when an entirely sober Graham introduced a favourite game of his called “Poor Pussy” in which the chosen “pussy” approaches guests and, through meowing and distinctly feline behaviour, must make the guest laugh whilst they attempt to pet pussy’s head and say with a straight face three times: “poor pussy.” When one does laugh, they become the new “pussy.” This last rule changed quickly when it arose that multiple “pussies” had taken over the room, and hardly a word could be spoken from the guests through their laughter.

Perhaps the most uncommon news, however, came from casual chat. A visiting Keith Moon explained his plans for a new house in Malibu, anxious for acres of privacy and leaving behind his celebrity neighbours. Jagger the Charades king told of all-night New York City parties, to which Graham countered: “At least in London, one has the good sense to wrap up before sitting down to breakfast.”

Y/N was sure that, had she been keeping a list, she’d have been privy to the business of every star in modern comedy and rock and roll.

The next morning came too early once again, but Y/N was this time drawn to the bedroom window. From here she could see the team of gardeners hired to keep Heron Bay looking lush and groomed. She couldn’t help but feel that with each day that passed she was floating further and further away from what she remembered normal life to be like.

Not wanting to disturb a sleeping Eric, she made her way to the morning room that looked out to the curved courtyard. At one end of the room was a large painted screen of columns in some beautiful ancient scene. Each table surface in this room was topped with a floral arrangement, antique candlesticks, and photographs of visitors and houseguests. Decades of beautiful faces and elegant dresses, men in uniform, and posed portraits looked back at her from their frames.

What was this world? she had long wondered. Painted screens, stone pediments, beaches, house staff, tennis courts, and private ponds. Marriages, affairs, and cover-ups. Churchill, the Duke of Edinburgh, Lord and Lady Something of Somewhere Unpronounceable, and movie stars and rock n roll gods. And who was she in all of this?

From the near distance, she heard puffs of exertion and approaching steps. Michael had committed himself to continuing his disciplined daily morning jog and here he was returning.

“Ah,” he panted, “Morning.”

“Good morning. Nice run?”

“Well,” puff, “it’s not Holloway, but it’ll do.”

When he caught his breath, he noticed her uneasiness. With a smiling face and a tone he’d learned from his mother, he suggested:

“Tea?” --

It was much later that night that Y/N found herself again wandering the corridors alone. The afternoon had passed with a visit from Eric’s friend Ricky Fataar with whom he’d made The Rutles the previous year, and his wife, Heron Bay’s proprietress Penelope Tree. The couple had dropped in for what they called a “business luncheon,” and extended an invitation to the Python household out for a “business dinner.” The two Terrys and Eric accepted, (the Terrys hoping they might throw in a bit of “money talk” regarding their upcoming film budget) and by the time the day’s activities had come to a close, the outward dinner guests had yet to return.

In the rare quiet of the late-night, Y/N knocked on the door to the room where Michael was staying, and a friendly hum invited her into the room. A single lamp lit up the walls and floor, and a Michael in repose who was making edits to his well-kept journal.

“Do I recall correctly you said you’d brought a small library with you?” asked Y/N from the door.

“I did, indeed!” he responded, setting his journal on one of the nightstands next to the bed. “What’s the matter – can’t sleep?”

Y/N shook her head with an apologetic smirk.

“I see, and what sort of thing are you after?”

“Something, uh... gentle, I suppose. Something to escape.”

“Escape? From here? A tropical island and you’d like to escape – now that’s puzzling.” He drew back the thin blanket that covered his lower half, and swung his mostly bare legs over the side of the mattress.

“No, no,” she started, “Just something to, y’know, get out of my head for a bit.”

“Mm, is there something troubling you?” Michael eyed the three stacks of books casually adorning a side table, and inspected the choices of titles.

“Just feeling a little…” Y/N searched for a believable excuse, “homesick.”

He was not convinced. Putting his book task on pause he raised his eyebrows, requesting her further explanation. Y/N both appreciated and hated this look. Michael, though the gentlest and kindest of the troupe, would not let anything go unexplained or hidden for long, and his generosity and patience invited her to open up.

“I’m not really sure what I’m doing here,” she confessed. “I feel like I’m just getting in the way, y’know? You’re all working hard on what I’m certain will be a brilliant film, and what am I here for?”

“You’re on holiday,” he declared with what he hoped was an assuring smile.

“A holiday from what? What do I even do?” She felt the agitation rising in her voice. “It’s like I just exist day in and day out with no purpose or point. No goals and no…”

Michael’s stare was intense and he waited for her to continue.

“…future.” Her voice dropped to almost a whisper when she noticed she’d drawn his undivided attention. A quiet Michael was a rare thing, and the silence stilled the air between them.

“So, I thought... maybe a… a book might help,” she attempted, but Michael was already smoothing down the bedspread, offering a space beside him which she gratefully filled.

“Is this what it’s like being famous?” she asked heavily, taking a seat. “Always surrounded by extremely talented, important people, and constantly comparing your own worth and accomplishments?”

“I suppose it is, yes. Sometimes.” Michael was usually very good at telling the truth in a palatable way.

Nevertheless, this acknowledgement only supported her anxiety. Her face fell and she closed her eyes, sensing exhaustion was on its way. She silently prayed for one of Michael’s rambling speeches, and he intuitively delivered.

“But it doesn’t have to be,” he began. “None of this comes with the expectation that you’ve earned your right to enjoy things. You don’t need to have won a Nobel Prize or sold a million records to deserve fine cutlery. But when you’re well-known, everybody wants to know you and bring you lovely things, whether or not you think you deserve them. When that happens, I think what helps is to recognize what’s there for you, and appreciate that there are all these things you can access if you’d like to. What’s important to remember is that you have options, and lots of good ones, too.

“And as far as goals and a future, well… I can’t tell you that. All I can tell you is that you’re already building a future just by living. And learning, and asking questions, and thinking, and wondering, and loving, and caring.”

Y/N had stayed quiet. The past few weeks of indulgence, creativity, and celebrity drama had left her feeling in a way excluded, and far away from herself. It wasn’t something she found she could explain to Eric without seeming ungrateful.

Michael continued:

“So right now, you’re on holiday somewhere you’ve never been, and learning how the other half lives. And what am I doing? Well at the moment I’m enjoying a few weeks on a beautiful island, with marvelous weather, with my wonderful friends. Together, we’re finishing up a script for a film which, if all goes well, we’ll be making later this year. That’s my job, and it keeps me working, but I’ve got the rest of my hours and days, too, and that’s when I’m living. That’s when life happens, you see, in the in-between time.

Y/N had secured a point of focus on the floor, and found it fitting that Michael’s was one of the few rooms in the building with wooden floorboards instead of the palatial stone. In this room she could be almost anywhere in the world, and at this moment she was happy to be somewhere closer to home.

“There’s no rush,” Michael added, noting her half-daze. “Life is short, but... there’s so much of it. You can stop and start and chop and change as many times as you like. It’s all life,” he slowed his pace, carefully observing her softened expression, “and it’s all yours.”

Y/N leaned back onto her elbows and contemplated her bare knees.

“I don’t think I’ve heard that one before,” she mused. “Hm. I’ve got a lot of time to fill, haven’t I?”

Michael gave a warm hum of agreement and joined her sideways, propping his head on an elbow, attentive as ever.

“And what are you going to fill it with first?” he asked.

This prospect was suddenly overwhelming, and it showed in her eyes. She took a breath and decided to choose levity for a change.

“I could work on this tan, I guess,” she playfully suggested, kicking a leg up and indicating her knees, “What do you think?”

“Very nice,” he approved. In fact, he had long admired her knees, and was grateful to the January Barbados weather for getting them out of trousers and wool tights. The previous summer at many a pub garden evening, he’d envied Eric’s long fingers resting atop Y/N’s knees, giving an occasional squeeze, and more than once catching sight of a slow glide up a thigh, disappearing under a skirt hem.

“Looks like you’re off to a good start there,” he said, allowing himself an extra-long, fully permissible eyeing up of her legs.

“And you?” she asked, “What’s next in the in-between time?”

“Well, I thought I might see what life by the ocean is like. I don’t see it very often. They’ve got waterskiing down at the bay - I might give that a go. I doubt I’ll be any good, but at least then I can say I’ve done it. Obviously a very valuable skill in London. I can see it: there I am, shooting across the lakes of Hampstead Heath. Or better still, an aquatic commute! I could start off from Blackfriars in the morning, and be in Molesey by tea-time, how’s that?”

Y/N laughed, tired from the day but grateful for Michael’s silliness. She liked this. Why couldn’t Mike be around more often? Or could she have a mini-Mike to keep in her purse and take out for impromptu pep-talks and compliments, please?

“I wonder,” he said carefully when her laughter died down. “Rather than in the way, do you think perhaps you might be feeling a bit overlooked?”

This caught her off guard. Overlooked? She never felt ignored or unappreciated. On the contrary, Eric’s attention and gestures of love came in spades. But what was it for? What really did she have to offer? She hardly expected to stand out next to her accomplished and celebrated partner and his career, nor did she wish to dull his accomplishments or stifle him. Stability would be very nice, but so too would making a name for herself be. So what did she want – life or recognition?

“Maybe,” she finally said in a small voice, too tired now to analyze any further.

How fragile she now seemed to Michael. She had opened her heart to him, and the sense of duty and the care with which he held it felt so natural. He wished he could hold it for a little longer.

Stroking kind fingers down her forearm, he took her hand, willing her out of her trance. With a closed-eyed focus on her hand, he drew her knuckles to his lips.

“So I’ve got options,” Y/N re-stated.

“Mhmm,” sounded Michael, whose lips were still appreciating her fingers.

“And I’m building a life every day,” she continued.

"Every day,” he repeated, his thumb now taking over addressing her knuckles.

“And mine is no less important than anyone else’s?”

She knew the answer, but the question brought their eyes to meet, and he held her gaze with tenderness.

“I think anyone who meets you feels lucky that they did. I know I do.”

Y/N felt whatever was left of her distress dissolve with a heavy breath. She had been heard, and she knew with certainty that her cares were safe with him.

Slowly, she wrapped her arms around his torso, and he enveloped her shoulders with a tight grip. His voice was low in her ear:

“You know, if it was a book you were after, I rather thought you’d have asked Terry.”

Y/N wasn’t going to bother mustering the energy to protest or to come up with a nonsense reason why she’d chosen to see Michael. She was here now, and she was perfectly content with it.

“I’m very glad you didn’t,” he confessed, and having exhausted all words, he began a slow exploration of her neck, starting with nuzzling the delicate space beneath her ear. Sensing no resistance, and hearing her approving sigh, he continued down to her shoulder, leaving soft, open-mouthed kisses as he went.

He was kind and patient and open, Y/N remembered as she felt herself giving over to the moment’s tenderness, her curiosity duelling with her fatigue.

With restrained eagerness, he moved along the underside of her jaw before,

“Stop stop,” she hushed.

She was fighting with her enjoyment, but this was not a good time to discover feelings. All she wanted now was comfort and sleep. She looked at her kindred Michael half-apologetically, and he shifted aside, making a space for her to lie down and sleep. He reached over to switch off the bedside lamp, and gently pulled the sheet up to cover their spooning bodies.

Out on the patio under the moonlight, Eric lay on a lounge chair, gazing into the sky and contemplating several things: Ricky and Penelope’s marriage, Mick and Jerry’s affair, and the concept of unfaithfulness. And the very nature of frivolity, and luxury, and everything he learned from the swinging sixties of liberation and self-indulgence. And, unexpectedly, Michael.

He wriggled in his spot, unable to relax. I need to write this, he thought. He worked most things out through writing, and now he would turn to his typewriter, get his musings out on paper, and try to make some sort of sense of his brain soup.

[studying-with-adult-adhd]

adhd ask!! 5, 6 and 12 :D

5 . do I like background music or does it distract you

Heh. I used to be able to read and listen to music at the same time. Fun story. People would get upset with me. Anyways, now, it depends on the situation. I find when I want to focus on something, I watch harry potter or listen to the soundtrack. I know everything that's going on and I don't have to focus on it. I also do this with World of Warcraft music and Lord of the Rings/The Hobbit.

6. does noise when you work put you on the fritz/sensory overload? (people talking/humming/singing, a video playing, tapping, pen clicks, etc.)

So fun story. I was writing my English Diploma exam. I had specifically asked to be put in a seperate room because of anxiety and I like to talk to myself when writing essays and shit. They told me they couldn't do that. So I was sat in a room full of teenagers (so scary enough) but then I was sat next to the printer. You have to print the essays to staple them to the diploma book. It kept going off. I couldn't think.

THEN this kid. And I was 21. So KID. Brings in a motherfucking BAG of CHIPS. Like okay, snacks are one thing. I brought snacks. But snacks that didn't require my hand reaching into a fucking loud crinkly bag.

Sooooo I had a panic attack because I was overstimulated. Couldn't finish the diploma. The lady who was in charge of the accomodations at this specific location came into the room that I had my panic attack in and went "so I guess you really needed that seperate space, huh".

So again, it depends on what I'm doing too. With the General and Social Anxiety but the off-brand PTSD (Trauma and Stressor Related Disorder), I get overstimulated a lot. Sometimes that might look like me just putting in my earbuds and listening to music. It could look like me having a massive panic attack. It could look like me having massive fits of rage. It sucks. Guess I also answered #7. Woops.

12. do you take meds? how do they help you? what side effects have you had, or what meds have been wrong for you?

I do take meds. I take Vyvanse 60mg once a day. Vyvanse is a stimulant. They help me by allowing me to get my ass up every day. Before meds, I had no executive functioning. I couldn't make myself do the thing. It was like physically impossible. And I was TIRED all the time. They allow me to focus and control my emotions more.

As for side effects. Dry mouth. It sucks. Massively. I also have high blood pressure (I'm fat with a shit diet and family history), so it does mess with that a little bit too. I was on blood pressure medication for a bit but I have lost weight and it's not as high anymore. So I'm okay. Another side effect is the appetite suppression. There are days I don't feel hungry at all. So I eat right after I take my meds (if I'm in the mood) and then I usually snack on something during the day (usually unhealthy shit) and then I eat dinner with my boyfriend once he gets home and I actually get my ass up to cook.

The other side effect is the crash. The comedown. My mood drastically changes for about an hour. I go from happy to upset and easily irratible. I get sleepy and bitchy.i feel terrible and I'm currently working on overcoming some of that and some coping mechanisms.

I haven't been on other ADHD meds. I have however been prescribed many different anti-depressants that never worked. Last one was Zoloft. I was on just over 100mg. PLEASE NEVER EVER QUIT YOUR MEDS SUDDENLY UNLESS TOLD TO DO SO BY A MEDICAL PROFESSIONAL. The withdrawal was so bad. I felt like death. I had terrible mood swings. Etc.

Thank you for sending this in nonny!

[onetwosevensquad]

700 Years Promise Part Two

Summary: Wonwoo, an army captain, was sent to kill Y/n, the illegitimate child of the king that no one knows about. What happens when the promise to complete that mission goes too far?

Warnings: none

Rose: part two woop woop (Fire truck. Sorry wrong group.) People seem to be enjoying this and so am I. Can’t wait to write some more.

Main Masterlist

Series Masterlist

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Year 2020

“Here you go, miss,” you said handing the woman her bouquet. She took it, thanking you as she left the store. She was your last customer of the day at the flower shop as it was getting late and was almost closing time.

“Do you want to just close early?” Sooyoung called from the back of the store. You made a noise of agreement, walking to the front of the store and flipping the sign to closed.

Sooyoung came around the corner, cane in hand, to finish cleaning up. You came over to her to stop her from doing anything.

“Let me do it,” you whispered.

“I can do it myself, grandma,” she said. You smiled at the name she called you. It was accurate but it’s not like she could say it every day.

Sooyoung was your granddaughter. She’s 80 years old while you are only 25. Well really 725 but who’s counting. Funny how being a non aging immortal works.

When there were people around, the two of you pretended the roles were flipped. Best way to not raise any suspicion.

You and Sooyoung finished your last chores and locked up for the night. You helped her out to your car and drove her back home where she lived with her husband of 56 years.

You liked him, he was a kind young man. Well young relative to you that is. He was good to Sooyoung. The two of them gave you three great grandchildren, four great great grandchildren, and so far, six great great great grandchildren.

They all knew about your odd little predicament. It was an old family story that was passed down from generation to generation. It was a secret that only the family knew for obvious reasons.

When you dropped Sooyoung off and helped her to the door, she invited you in for dinner. You politely declined, saying you were tired. Your granddaughter hugged you goodbye and went inside the house.

You got into your car and drove to the park to go for a walk. You needed to clear your head, especially on a day like today. Because it’s been exactly 700 years since the day you died.

Today’s the day where you faced Wonwoo on that ledge. The one where you jumped to your death. Except you didn’t die. You survived.

You walked through the quiet night in the park. You wondered if Wonwoo had also survived the last 700 years. It crossed your mind from time to time, that if he’s still alive, what was he up to. Did he have a family of his own? Was he going to keep up his end of the promise?

You continued on your way, enjoying the night. You look a deep breath and looked down at your feet. And because you were not paying attention, you ran smack into someone’s chest.

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Wonwoo never thought that this is what his life would come to. Not in hundreds of years. 700 years to be exact.

What his life consisted of now was customer complaints. Specifically this one customer who was yelling in Wonwoo’s face about a book that she couldn’t return. Mainly because it was from a different library all together.

Of course Wonwoo already explained that to her but she wasn’t in a listening mood. Finally, when the lady was totally fed up, she threw the book at Wonwoo’s head. Luckily he was able to doge it just before it hit him.

Wonwoo’s manager saw it and called security on the lady. She was escorted out of the library and banned for life. The manager apologized to Wonwoo, who continued the rest of his shift.

His shift ended and Wonwoo was finally able to go home. He said good bye to his coworkers and headed out the door. He didn’t want to go home, not yet.

He had some thinking to do, especially today. Considering it was 700 years since he was supposed to kill Y/n. He wondered if that promise was still holding true.

Wonwoo didn’t know where he was going. He was lost in thought. Of his family and of Y/n.

He knew he had family somewhere. His grandson left for America when he was 20 and Wonwoo hasn’t heard from him since. Wonwoo thought about him from time to time. He wondered if he should reach out.

Wonwoo also thought of Y/n. He wondered if she also had a family. Or if she was even alive. He figured out why he was a un aging and immortal a while ago. It was that promise that he made 700 years ago.

Wonwoo walked with his head up, staring at the stars that dotted the night. He blocked out all the noise of the night, focusing solely on his thoughts. However he was so focused that he didn’t see someone right in front of him until they bumped into his chest.

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Tag List: @comerollwithme @cheolright @sophrosyneeeee @seaboat1993 @moonchild9499

[halequeenjas]

Superstars || Alejandra & Jasmine

TIMING: Current PARTIES: @alejandra-solano & @halequeenjas SUMMARY: Jasmine takes Alejandra to Siren’s Serenade for a night of karaoke. They leave as very inspired divas.

Jasmine had always been a social butterfly. Ever since she was a kid, she found she loved having a large circle of friends and people to hang out with. Even more so, she loved being the center of attention but that was neither here nor there. When it came to a girls night, all that mattered was a good time which usually entailed wine, good music, and occasionally acting as wing women. After chatting with Ally online, Jasmine decided could use the town’s ultimate gal pal. She did move here from across the pond and all. A karaoke bar seemed like a fun place to get to know each and was a little more laid back than the jazz bar she usually frequented. Even from outside, she could tell this spot had a good energy going. When she saw a woman approaching that looked like Ally’s profile picture, she waved and smiled eagerly. “Hey,” she greeted excitedly, “I hope you like cocktails and karaoke because this place seems to have a great crowd tonight… and admittedly I love karaoke.” 

 Ally had a nervous excitement about hanging out with someone outside of work. Jasmine seemed so cool, and easy to talk to, and fun. It felt like a first date, and Ally wanted to impress. She fussed with her hair more than she was used to, and took a few deep breaths in the mirror before she headed out. When Ally pulled up to the bar she noticed a microphone by the name on the sign. Before she could really think about it she was out of the car and walking toward Jasmine who was waving her down. She smiled excitedly until the word karaoke fell from the other girls lips. “Yeah, great crowd, and I love a good cocktail.” she said, folding her arm. “So when you say karaoke is it like an open mic night type deal or am I like...singing. Because let me tell you, it’s not good, my voice.” she explained. 

 Jasmine swayed in her seat to the sound of some middle-aged white man singing that one Journey song that always seemed to get people going. It wasn’t a bad song though his voice left much to be desired. That was half the fun of karaoke though. When the bartender approached, she smiled widely and asked, “I’ll take a raspberry margarita, and whatever my friend is having.” She gestured to Ally to put her order in. There was definitely an upbeat energy in the place and she was ready to get their names on the karaoke list. She could tell Ally wasn’t as enthused by that part. She laughed and assured, “Oh, it’s definitely us doing the singing. But no one expects karaoke to be good. I mean, look at wannabee Tyler whatever up there. It’s all about having fun. It’s actually more fun when it’s bad… not that I can relate, but still.” Once their drinks were in front of them, she added, “I’m thinking of starting my night off with some Mariah Carey. Or maybe Beyonce. What about you?” 

 Ally looked at Jasmine, seeming so comfortable, and felt jealous. She felt like she stuck out like a sore thumb wherever she went. Maybe that’s what she liked about being a cop, when she was on the clock, she could blend in. Ally smiled at the bartender, “Just a beer please.” she said. She heard the whine of the man singing on the stage near her and winced. “Let’s do two beers.” she amended. When Jasmine made it clear that she was a good singer, Ally noted that she should probably go first. She watched the current singer leave the stage, looking more confident than when they approached. Maybe it would be good for her. “I spent my childhood singing JLo, so I guess I should do her justice.” she said, taking a big gulp of her beer. There was silence as the podium was abandoned. “Rip the bandaid off Solano.” she said, standing up and walking to the podium, about to give the worst performance of her life.  

When she was done, she felt different, like she wasn’t just Ally Solano. She was someone bigger. Brighter. She motioned wildly for Jasmine to come up and join her.

Jasmine couldn’t help but laugh as Ally ordered herself an extra beer to get her through the prospect of karaoke. Plenty of her friends were inclined to grab a shot of tequila before karaoke. That’d never been her go to… unless there were shots of Don Julio or Patron, but she was more than happy to go up on stage sober. In fact, she relished in being in the spotlight. “I’m sure you’ll be great. It’s all about having fun anyway,” she assured as the bartender handed them their drinks. At the mention of JLo, she perked up. “Oh, good choice. Have always had love for my girl JLo. Who doesn’t love good ‘ol Jenny from the block?” As Ally made her way to the stage, Jasmine took her drink into the crowd around the small stage and cheered as Ally got on stage. Her woops were the loudest and inspired some of the others to cheer as well. As Ally sang, she seemed to get more and more into it. Her voice wasn’t bad even if she was no song bird and everyone enjoyed singing along to JLo. She smiled brightly as Ally motioned for her to come on stage, seemingly more confident than she was moments ago. Once she was on stage with mic in hand, she said, “Give it up for my new friend, Ally… Or should I say, Jenny from the block. I’m going to keep up the 90s classics and give you my rendition of Mariah Carey.

When the music started, Jasmine confidently sang along to Always Be My Baby as she knew every word by heart. She moved and swayed along with the music and she swore as she kept going, she felt more and more empowered. Important. When she finished, she ate up the applause and thanked the crowd goers. She very specifically felt ready for a VIP lounge now. After all, she was Mariah Carey. “Jen,” she exclaimed as she got off stage and joined her fellow songtress, “What do you say we find a VIP club and make a whole night of this? Maybe another song or two first… we can’t disappoint the fans.” 

 Ally heard Jasmine’s whoops from the crowd and appreciated the support. Was this what it was like to have a best friend. Ally had a hard time making really good friends. She had coworkers and her books, and that was all she had needed. When Jasmine called her Jenny from the block she realized she was Jenny from the block. It was as if she was realizing something she should have known the whole time. Jasmine sang, her voice ringing strong and beautiful throughout the bar. People were turning their heads and swaying along. “Is there a good VIP club around here? I’m amazed the fans aren’t swarming. Super cool of you all!” she shouted, laughing uncontrollably. “Have we ever done a duet? It’ll make headlines.” she gasped. A part of her mind wondered who this was, but a part of her liked who she was. “Mariah Carey and Jennifer LOPEZ!” she announced into a mic, walking back onto the stage. There were a few disgruntled girls waiting their turn. Didn’t they know she was a celebrity. She winked at them, “I’ll sign something later for you girls.” 

 Jasmine knew a club up the block that had a good VIP section and happened to have her favorite champagne. Normally, she didn’t switch from margaritas to wine, but champagne felt necessary. However, her attention was caught at the mention of a duet. An eyebrow raised and there was a devious smirk upon her face. “Jenny, you always have the best ideas,” she exclaimed dramatically. The crowd of course seemed to cheer them on though she was not sure what was with the weird looks. She shrugged it off before getting back on stage with her girl JLo and doing a rendition of No Scrubs by TLC. It was a good song for a duet and forever a mood. The pair sang and danced along happily until the song was over. They got a good applause though not what she would expect given their level of stardom. As promised, they stopped by a group of young girls and gave them their autographs. The girls looked confused. They were younger, but her and her friend were timeless. They’d realize the gold mine they just got soon enough. She walked back up to the bar and looked at the bartender expectantly. “Be a dear and get our checks for us please. The club needs us.” 

 Ally sang alongside Jasmine, dancing and winking to members of the audience. This new confidence surged through her. When Jasmine asked for the checks Ally laughed and looked at the bartender, “Do you know who we are?” Why should someone of her caliber have to pay. Think of the PR that the bar was getting. “That performance is worth several thousand dollars. Easy.” she said. In the back of her mind, a nagging voice asked why she was acting like this, she was never like this. Around her, she heard some of the other karaoke singers making the same proclamation. This little bar really attracted the stars. “The club needs us.” she reaffirmed and turned to leave.

Jasmine shook her head. More often than not, bars covered her tab seeing as she was an international superstar, but alas, that wasn’t always the case. “Jenny, don’t worry about it. I’ve got this.” She flashed the bartender a flirtatious smile before handing him her American Express card. Given this poor guy was working as a bartender in what was frankly a sad little town, she decided to use her Mariah Carey bank account to leave an obscenely large tip. “The club awaits,” she exclaimed, linking arms with Jenny to leave for their night on the town. Their shoes, after all, were made for dancing and so were they.

[ohshcscenerios]

Hosts crushing headcanons? 😳

I imagine the hosts crushing on someone would be so adorable to watch (^^). I'll try my best!

Tamaki Suoh

- One word: roses 🌹.

- "Please accept this rose, my darling. It would bring me much joy."

- The teacher constantly catches him staring out the window, lost in a day-dream with blushed cheeks.

- He's thinking about pink frilly dresses, walks on the beach, and dancing under the stars.

- The next day, more roses.

- "Tamaki you need to stop giving me flowers. I don't have a vase for them and they're annoying to carry around all day."

- The next day, roses in a vase.

- He's a stalker.

- Stalks them in class.

- Stalks them in the hallways.

- Once stalked them home.

- Not his proudest moment.

- Tells his friends he loves their crush like a daughter.

- They just roll their eyes at him.

- "I just really enjoy being with her. She makes me laugh. She's beautiful and smart and kind and so so cute! I just want to protect her like any good father would!"

- He's an idiot.

- One day he will realize his true feelings and it will hit him like a ton of bricks.

- When that happens he'll be absent from school for days because he feels "sick".

Kyoya Ootori

- Writes about them in his little black book.

- What they like to eat for lunch.

- Which hallways they prefer to take to each class.

- Where they live and who their parents are.

- He has pages of notes about them.

- For what? He's not sure yet.

- He's understood since a child that he may end up in an arranged marriage.

- But his crush makes him wonder...

- What if?

- He's not above pulling strings behind the curtain to get their attention.

- He hires a classmate to invite them to the Host Club.

"They meet in Music Room 3. Request Kyoya Ootori. Trust me, it'll be worth it."

- He'll hire (blackmail) as many classmates it takes to convince them to see him at the Host Club.

- He'll wait patiently until he sees them finally walk through the double doors.

- "Hello my dear, welcome to the Host Club. May I offer you some tea?"

- Another note in his book.

- They like Jasmine tea.

Hikaru Hitachiin

- Blushes every time they look at him.

- Gets easily irritated around them because his emotions are high and scattered.

- "Quit looking at me." "I'm not looking at you Hikaru." "I SAID QUIT IT."

- Kaoru has to slap him upside the head a lot when he gets snarky with them.

- Always forces them to be in his group projects.

- "How many times do I have to tell you to quit looking at me?"

- He likes to watch you from afar, especially in the lunchroom.

- "I swear Kaoru, Y/N is so weird. I don't get them.

- He sometimes insults their choice in fashion to which Kaoru has to hit him again.

"Why do you part your hair like that? It doesn't compliment your cheek bones at all.... OUCH KAORU QUIT IT!"

Kaoru Hitachiin

- Is super shy around them.

- Wants to talk to them but doesn't know what to talk about.

- Asks Kyoya to look at their information file.

- "Please Kyoya? I promise I won't show Hikaru. I just want to know what they like..."

- He day-dreams about playing with their hair.

- He wants to show them his mother's summer collection and help you pick out an outfit.

- "Hikaru, do you think they like me?"

- Woops... He shouldn't have asked him that...

- Now Hikaru teases him for having a crush.

- In front of his crush.

- "kill me"

Mitsukuni Haninozuka

- He is super sweet around his friends... But his crush?

- Imagine pure cane sugar... on steroids.

- He is the personification of courage.

- He doesn't mind chasing after them. He figures if they like him then that's wonderful but if not it won't be the end of the world.

- "Y/N, do you want to eat cake with me later?"

- "Y/N, do you want to hold Usa-chan?"

- "Y/N, do you like chocolates or strawberries?"

- "Takashi, let's invite them to our favorite bakery this weekend!"

- He's always batting his eyes at them.

- blushing all the time.

- Greets them with a hug.

- Y/N-chaaaan!"

Takashi Morinozuka

- He's never really crushed on someone before.

- Usually he's too busy looking after Mitsukuni and his friends to notice anyone else.

- But one day he met them.

- They asked for a pencil in class and he handed them one. Their fingers briefly brushed his during the transfer.

- Since that day he can't stop thinking about that moment.

- He silently vows to be their shadow protector.

- He watches them from afar, ready to come to their rescue when they need help.

- He draws silly doodles in his notebook when he thinks about them.

- ⭐ Y/N ♥️ Y/N Morinozuka 🌼 Mr. and Mrs. Morinozuka.

- He gets tense when a guy touches their shoulder casually or leans in close to their ear.

- He wishes he could touch them. He wishes he could talk to them.

- "Takashi, just invite her to the Host Club." "Mitsukuni, I can't."

- Mitsukuni invites them for him. Tells them to request the wild one with a wink.

- Takashi could melt from the heat in his cheeks.

I'm so sorry, my thumb slipped and I accidentally posted this before I was finished! I tried to quickly finish it 😶 I hope you enjoyed.

[weirdponytail]

I promised pics of the books at the Ket Cave and thus I deliver

There’s a few pics so you can read the titles so if you dont wanna see these I’ve added this handy ‘read more’ for you.

ONWARD!

I’m working on the setup. And yes that light is blinding.

This is just the lower shelf. I’ve decided to keep my Eragon coloring book pages, Peace and Sirenity binder and folder, and all my paints, pencils, art stuff, etc down here.

Main shelf!

Eragon and Eldest, OFC. I’ve not read Prisoner B-3087 yet, I just got it yesterday. Next is Escape from Camp 14, a biography from a defector from NK who grew up in the ‘three generation’ secret prison camps (this isn’t a long past thing, it’s relatively recent). After that is another new book from yesterday, How to Build a Dinosaur because who wouldn’t want that book? Also I’m lacking paleo and geo books. My Side of the Mountain is always worth some rereading imo, it’s a good book. 

Now on to the stranger stuff. The Woman with a Worm in Her Head is a book about some of the more whacky infectious disease and parasites and stories about them. The Hot Zone, while completely exaggerating Ebola a disgusting amount, did boost my interest in infectious disease to a level that led me to enrolling as a microbio student when I first started uni before I switched to Geology. 

I’d admit, I bought Pandemic ages ago. It was written in the years following the first SARS outbreak, when everyone was terrified of a combination of another SARS outbreak (oh look what we have now!) and post-9/11 bioterrorism fears. I’ve never really been able to finish it, due to being disgusted by the stereotyping at some points, but I figure i should choke through it due to the current situation.

Next is Spillover. 10/10, ALWAYS recommend Spillover, read it (or at least the first two sections or so) BEFORE you read The Hot Zone. It’s gotten more press due to the current pandemic which is good but means it’s kinda hard to find now.

Hey, Fullmetal Alchemist!

The Desserts Cookbook. Mama Cat gave this to me. 

What if? is hillarous and super informative. If it helps, the front is a picture of a TRex being lowered into a Sarlacc pit. A guy answers all the crazy questions like ‘what if you collected ALL the elements of the periodic table one by one and placed them in a periodic table?’ (the answer is lots of terrible things) or ‘what if you threw a baseball at the speed of light?’ etc etc. I really recommend this one.

Jurassic Park and The Lost World. Because I’m a motherfluffin’ paleontology student, ofc I needed to read them! I’m actually in the middle of The Lost World right now but had to put it on hold.

The Ends of the World. Extinction events. They’re like crack to me.

Heheheh. Calvin and Hobbs: Yukon Ho! You gotta have some of that in a new place.

Alright, on to the next shelf!

This is the reference shelf. The two books on the far left are Dr Halsey’s ‘journal’ that came with the limited/extra special edition of Halo Reach. I actually bought it off ebay for a ridiculous amount of money that I wont specify, but it was worth it for all the cool notes on SPARTAN-II augmentations (which I frequently use as baseline reference for Modern Inheritance Cycle elves). The second book is The Book of Runes. Because I’ve always had it with me and it always ends up being useful somehow. 

Starting from the bottom of the left stack we haaaaave:

A Guide to Nuclear Power Technology: A Resource for Decision Making. Ironically published two years before the Chernobyl disaster. I’ve read the first three chapters. Having a general understanding is a personal choice. 

The A to Z of INfectious Diseases. I mentioned I was going into infectious disease before, right? I’ve read that from front to back and wrote some notes on the 2014 Ebola epidemic. I should probably write an entry on Covid at some point too. 

Surviving the Wilds of Florida. Quick and handy reference!

That last one is a book about the crafts of Florida’s indigenous peoples. Nice little book. 

Second stack, starting from the bottom again!

Gray’s Anatomy. And no, it’s not the compilation of all episode transcripts, that’s the real, dense deal right there. You gotta know what you could be breaking if you’re writing torture and injuries in fanfiction....

Genki 1 and 2. Still trying to keep up with my summer studies. 

A Reader’s Guide to R.A. Salvatore’s The Legend of Drizzt. This was given to me by a woman who tutored/babysat me in middle school. She introduced me to LoD, and thus my first introduction to the world of DnD (though i didn’t realize it at the time), and is why I always chose Undercommon as an extra language in DnD. Fantastic series, beautiful art. 

That turned book is actually a custom printed book someone made of me through middle and high school and gave as a gift at graduation. 

Woop Woop, Eragon coloring book!!

A Practical Guide to Dragons. I think this might be tied in to one of the older DnD editions. It’s still a fun book with lots of different dragons in shapes, sizes and colors.

And that’s it! :D 

[sleepdeprivedheretic]

can you write headcanons of hawks falling for a girl whose parents are emotionally abusive?

 I’m up for writing a little bit of angst, Anon, but well as fluff~  I made it a high school setting, though

  Warning: Emotional Abuse,

You were so sweet and kind and friendly at school. At first glance, nobody knew that you had put up a barrier around your heart, not letting anybody get really too close.

He saw it, though. The way you’d blanche a little at helpful criticism, cower a little with tense muscles when there were loud noises, and avoided conflict/drama like the plague. He knew all too well.    

He knew what it was like, because he had shitty parents, too. He knew that you were trying to hide it, and you did fairly well in doing so.

 You kept acting air-headed and light hearted around your friends, avoiding to put your own two cents in when they brought up rumors, and although happy and peppy, you were kind of shy.

He couldn’t just not step in, you know? Blunt confrontation wouldn’t really help you, so he did what he, a teenager in this scenario, thought was best.   

He’d compliment you daily. “You scored 90% on that math test? That’s amazing, y/n.”, “Oh, you got that part-time job? I’m proud of you.”, and “Your smile is pretty today, y/n.”

Although he wasn’t flirting with you, he wanted to make sure that you were doing okay. You were a good kid, whoever caused you to act like this, he wanted to find out.

He hung out with you regularly. He knew that you didn’t fully trust him, and that was okay. He’s not a stalking creep, so he’ll let you open up on your own terms.

He found himself genuinely liking your company. You seemed to relax around him, and your true colors were sweeter than your high school persona. He tried to get you to be more lax around other people, but he didn’t want to push it.

He liked low-key spoiling you. He couldn’t help it. He did it subtly, like getting the both of you chicken strips, telling you that he accidentally had gotten too much, or he’d go out of his way to make sure that you were okay during classes as he walked with you, as if he was guarding you from the loud, obnoxious laughter and noises.   

One day you asked him if he wanted to hang out at your place and play video games. He was a little surprised, and you were a little hesitant, but happily agreed.

When the two of you reached your home, he noticed that the atmosphere shifted.

“Oh? I didn’t know that you were bringing a friend. I thought you didn’t have those.” Your mother quipped in a sugary tone. You blanched, but Keigo’s eye twitched. So that was your problem. Little did he know, it was going to get a little worse.

The two of you hung out in the living room as you took turns playing Super Mario Brothers. It was fun, but at the same time, it wasn’t. Your parents were in the kitchen, just in ear shot as they tried to act civil, but let a few snide remarks slip past during the afternoon.

“y/n, it’s time for your friend to leave. You told us that you had homework to do.” Your father said. You blanched. “I never said such a thing.” You admitted, because it was a Sunday, and you finished it all on Friday. Your father wasn’t making any sense.

His voice raised a little, calling you a liar, and you couldn’t help but flinch. It took a lot of willpower on Keigo’s part to stay calm.

It didn’t take a genius to know that your father was gas-lighting you, or putting words in your mouth, and then acting like you were the culprit.   

Keigo felt a little sick, as well as fury. The old bag was pulling a cheap trick right in front of your friend, so he knew that it had gotten probably worse when you were alone with your parents.  

He knew that he couldn’t do anything. Well, there was one thing that he could do, but he had to talk to you in private about it. He gave you a sympathetic look. He didn’t want to leave you here, but he had to return home.

He mocked saluted your parents, thanking them for having him over in an almost, almost sarcastic tone while he mentally cussed them out and called them every name in the book. He patted your shoulder and gave you a really warm smile, hoping to reassure you mentally that he still wanted to be your friend.

He wouldn’t allow you to avoid him when school came. He didn’t know how much protective he felt about you until recently, and he was boiling with inner fury at your parents. So, he sat you down, and looked at you dead in the eye.

“Move in with me.” You were at lost. What? He continued. “You’re not the only person who has crappy parents. I had to find a job and get my own apartment to get away from them. You’re eighteen, right? So legally you can move in with me. You don’t have to do this, but I can’t stand to see you torture yourself any longer.” He admitted freely.

You were a little confused, but he explained on what he saw, and he knew what was happening. He didn’t want to scare you, but he needed you to make an ultimatum to help yourself, and the only way he knew how was to get you out of that situation.

You didn’t want to burden him. You did want to move away and never speak to your parents for a while, but you couldn’t do that to Keigo.

“Dove, the only way you could ever “burden” me, is to continue letting your parents treat you like garbage. I worry about you, and you don’t know when or if that crap’s going to turn physical. So please.” He begged.

You caved. He was such a good friend to you, and you knew that he was right. You didn’t want to end up in the hospital, one day because you overstepped your boundaries with your parents. He was glad that you were safe.

When moving out, he told you to call the police and tell them that you were getting your things, and you didn’t want any trouble with your parents. Legally, he said, you could do that, and your parents can’t do anything about it. You are of age, no longer legally a child, and so you have every right to your own belongings.

Of course your parents were furious when the police showed up, but they could only hold their tongue and steam in anger as Keigo gave them a haughty smirk as he helped pack your stuff in his car. You were finally free, and he was going to make sure you never felt that way again.

Bonus: With your part time job, it was easier to pay the bills. He and you shared chores and bills, and took turns cooking. He didn’t really know how, but he liked watching you. He liked you, and it was pretty obvious.

He never made you feel obligated or uncomfortable to do certain chores or tasks, and he was always quiet with the noises.

The both of you graduated, and gotten better jobs. He did realize that he was in love with you, and confessed.

If you refused, he’d understand, while the two of you rented separate places. He’d always keep in touch and see how you’re doing.

If you accepted his feelings, the two of you rented a better place and lived as a healthy and happy couple.

No matter what the ending, he’d still be your best friend and emotional support system, going to some therapy sessions with you and help you stay clear from your parents.

I hope you liked it, Anon! <3  Wow, this is longer than I thought 0-0. I couldn’t help myself and tripped into some fluff, woops. If you want it more angsty, let me know. I’m trying to write more of it, but I’m not good at it >-> Somehow fluff just keeps appearing outta nowhere :/   

[loki-hargreeves]

Loki x Reader - You’re a Monster! [PART 2]

Author’s Note: This was supposed to be a one-shot but it turned into a series. Woops! Also, I’m sorry if there are typos! Warnings: vulgar language, mentions of death, angst, mentions of sex Word Count: 3,1K Summary: Loki broke his heart to save you from himself after he was prisoned for life. You believe he never loved you and he believes you’ve moved on. Five years later, you meet at Sakaar again and his fate is in your hands. Somehow, you’re supposed to work together in order to save Asgard, which is easier said than done. You left things messy and you know exactly how to push each other’s buttons.

[PART 1] 

Third POV

It was the second time within a few years that the Asgardians thought Loki, the often forgotten about son of Odin, God of Mischief, was believed to be dead. The truth was, he was posing as Odin. Frankly, Odin had been a mess after Frigga’s passing and Thor was out of the picture. Loki saw that as his chance to rule Asgard, make the people thrive for once. But he also used the position for good, diving deep into things Odin or Thor never could.

Little did anyone know he had a plan. During his time as Asgard’s king, Loki attempted to find out as much as possible about Thanos and his evil plans. He knew the location of three infinity stones, and he wanted to keep them away from the mad titan. Now that Loki was ‘dead’, he could live a little easier. No one was after him. There was only one thing that bothered him, tearing his mind to shreds. And no, it wasn’t the prophecy of Ragnarok he had been hearing about, had nightmares about too.

It was Y/N.

Just the memory of her made his heart ache. No matter how many times he told himself he did the right thing, he knew he was lying to himself. He had somehow hoped that he could see her again. Maybe not as himself but just to spot her. He wanted to see the woman, know that she was well, at least healthy. But that didn’t happen. Months passed and no one had seen her after their breakup. Loki had found out that Y/N had left her engagement ring in their old chambers. She had taken a bag worth of personal belongings, attended Frigga’s funeral, stolen weapons and then disappeared. He never found the book she had made for him. She was gone and it broke Loki’s heart because he knew it was his fault.

Posing as Odin, Loki had tried to question Heimdall about her whereabouts but of course he saw threw the magic. Tragic, really. Loki understood that Heimdall was a threat to his plans – but he was also wise, so after some very messy mutual disagreement and mild agreement, Heimdall ‘disappeared’.

It was just Loki alone for the next few years, wondering if Y/N was even alive. Deep in his heart, he could almost feel that hers was beating somewhere out there.

                     Unbeknownst to anyone, Y/N was putting her nose deep in the same waters as Loki. She hadn’t believed that Loki never loved her. No, it just didn’t make sense in her head, so she had decided to search for answers. After thinking about old conversations with Loki, reading books, contacting creatures from beyond the nine realms, she got on the right path. She learned about Thanos and the so-called infinity stones. Even Thor knew about them, which was great. Somehow, she managed to make Thor keep it a secret that she was travelling with him.

A few years passed and Thor left, following a hunch that had something to do with Sultur. Y/N didn’t go, because she had more important things to do. Besides, she knew Thor would be returning to Asgard and she had sworn not to return ever again. It hurt too much.

Once she was alone, flying through space in a ship she ‘borrowed’, she found herself thinking about Loki. That asshole, she thought but couldn’t find the truth behind those words. After everything she had learned, she was sure he had loved her to some extent. It didn’t mean that what had happened before he died didn’t put her in agony. Their last conversation broke her heart and it would haunt her forever. Thanks to the massive pain that had followed and the torturous truth of what had happened to Loki before, Y/N put up a hard and cold exterior. She had changed, to say at least.

Shamelessly, Y/N had gone as far as sleeping with strangers to lure secrets out of their lips. Some dumb Kree had told Y/N about the elders of the universe, a tale as old as time. Apparently, they were the original bearers of the stones and one of them, the Grandmaster, just happened to have an address, a dumpster realm known as Sakaar. That’s where Y/N went, not really knowing what to expect -except answers.

She landed in the middle of trash, literally, and some funky looking creatures tried to capture her. Y/N had killed them all before they could really bat an eye. She left behind a pile of their bodies but before she could leave, someone else wanted to have a word with her. Y/N had watched as a beautiful woman walked out of her ship with a bottle in her hands. Beautiful leather outfit, black hair which Y/N liked. She was hot, but Y/N knew she could be dangerous.

“You’re coming with me, ‘right?” The woman asked but it sounded like she also answered for her.

Y/N already thought of some magic tricks that were nifty for self-defence, just in case it got to that point. “Are you trying to eat me as well?” Y/N wondered, glancing at the scavengers she had killed. The woman looked at the pile and raised her eyebrows.

“I’m impressed, but no, I won’t eat you. I’m looking for…a fighter, you seem eligible.”

Y/N was honoured but it didn’t mean she’d volunteer as a puppet for whatever fight they needed a fighter for. “Can I thank you no? I’m here to meet someone called the Grandmaster.”

“Ah! I could take you to him.” The woman suggested almost casually.

“Really?”

“Really.”

Y/N still didn’t trust her. So, she walked closer to her, noticing the white paint on her skin, creating a beautiful contrast. “You lead the way; I can follow you with my ship.”

Before Y/N could hardly finish her sentence, she noticed that the woman grabbed something small, probably a weapon. Y/N was quick to grab her dagger and point it at the woman. “Look, you’re pretty and I don’t want to fight-“

“You think I’m pretty?” She smirked, almost cockily, although Y/N had a dagger pointed at her. “Isn’t that sweet of you!”. Although Y/N felt like she should be annoyed, she found herself liking this woman. There was something about her.

“Lead the way, okay? I’m busy and I don’t want to play your stupid game.”

The woman rolled her eyes and put the little weapon back into her purse. “Fine. If you wish to go to him voluntarily, I won’t stop you. Let’s go!”

And just like that, Y/N was led to the Grandmaster by the woman who she learned went by the name Scrapper 142. Y/N decided that she liked her, although she was probably dangerous and plotting a trap for her. Good luck, Y/N thought, she had been with Loki long enough to avoid basic traps. The effort was cute. But then the memory of the Trickster god stabbed her heart and she remembered what she was here for, the infinity stones.

“Oh, you found a pretty one! You never cease to impress me!” The old man smiled happily once he laid his dark eyes on Y/N. He had a blue stripe on his lip and a very sparkly, golden robe. He definitely stood out, even on this planet where no one seemed to know of dark clothes.

Y/N ignored his low-key compliment and she tried to get straight to the point. “Are you the Grandmaster I’ve heard so much about?” Y/N put on a fake but very sweet smile, attempting to flatter the man who seemed to enjoy it. She learned quickly that this Grandmaster was like a powerful dog that had to be fed with compliments – that way they could become friends. Manipulating him shouldn’t be too hard, right?

Well she was both right and wrong. She didn’t end up being a fighter, instead, she got into his inner circle with her charming act and she picked up clues piece by piece. Y/N had to admit the parties could get extreme and waking up in stranger’s beds wasn’t ideal, but she genuinely had fun for once. Perhaps blowing off some steam by partying and mingling couldn’t hurt too much. After all, Y/N had spent the last five years in her shell, surrounded by hate, anger and misery.

Weeks passed by quickly, very quickly on Scrapper 142’s couch. Her actual name was Brunnhilde, she was a Valkyrie. Y/N and Brunnhilde were wasted one night and Y/N saw her tattoo. Sure, there wasn’t much they could hide when they were both naked. Against all odds, they became friends and it was very beneficial to Y/N who never forgot about her plan.

All was well until someone else from Asgard ended up on Sakaar.

Y/N had picked up Brunnhilde’s ways of Scrapping to earn some credits while staying on Sakaar. It was a usual day when she saw something entering Sakaar’s atmosphere and fast. It’s like a bolt of green lightning struck the trash land. Y/N had to check it out.

Her ship landed on the ground only minutes after she saw the green object, or person, she had no idea. No one else had arrived yet which was perfect, she could take her time. Y/N grabbed a weapon that shot out obedience disks. She only needed that and her magic as she walked outside. As usual, there was a horrible stank outside. Space junk and bodies were rotting all around them. Y/N saw a body on the ground, back faced towards her. Once she saw long, black locks and an emerald green cape, she almost turned away and left. That’s when she took a deep breath and reminded herself that Loki was dead. It couldn’t possibly be him, right?

But the closer she got, the more she saw. And sure as hell, it was him. She could recognize his face from thousands of miles away. Seeing him on the ground, completely helpless, covered in small cuts and fresh bruises was almost too much for her. For a moment, she could only stare at him in utter disbelief and shock. The heartache from half a decade ago was returning and it hurt just as much, but she’d be damned to show it.

Whatever the story was behind it, she had to know. But he was unconscious and other Scrappers would love to find him. Biting her teeth together and swallowing her tears, she dragged his weak body into her ship. His scent emerged into her nostrils and reminded her of so many shared nights.

“Get yourself together!” Y/N growled at herself and dumped Loki’s body on the floor of the ship. Perhaps it was a bit harsh, but she didn’t want to hold onto him longer than needed. She didn’t want to soften up for him after what he did.

She locked the entrance to the ship and sat down, resting her head against her hands as she attempted to think. She had no idea how he was alive, what she would do to him or if he was going to hurt her even more. After pondering for a while and feeling how her shock just increased, she had to get answers. Y/N stood up and walked to Loki who was still on the ground. He looked terrified even though he was passed out. It’s like shock was imprinted on his resting face. Y/N wondered what he saw before ending up on Sakaar. Could it be Thanos?

Y/N groaned and pushed those thoughts away. The only right answers would come from him. So, Y/N gently shook him by his shoulder with her foot until he opened his eyes. Loki looked right at her and it was dead quiet around them for a moment. Y/N’s heart yearned for him, she wanted to wrap him into her arms, but she refused to do that. Instead, she put on a stern mask and grabbed the weapon, having no intentions to use it though. She wanted him to know that she was not the woman she used to be.

“Am I dead?”

“Newsflash, Loki! You’re not, but you sure let everyone think so.”

Loki sat up, never taking his eyes off Y/N. He seemed dazed. Flashes of what had happened only a few minutes earlier were fresh on his mind. He remembered Odin’s death, Thor’s rage, Hela. But once he saw her after believing he never would see her again; his mouth went dry. She stood there, looking at him with anger burning in her E/C eyes. Loki could hardly believe his eyes. He didn’t even know what to do. Now, several years later, there was no use in pretending to be the monster he made out of himself, but he didn’t know if he could let go of his regret and beg for forgiveness. Could he put her through that?

He looked away from her judging gaze and he saw the small, odd weapon that was in her hand. It felt like a punch in his gut, she was furious! He had to be careful but at the same time, he almost wanted her to be mad at him.

It became obvious that Loki wasn’t going to break the silence and Y/N was impatient.

“How are you alive?”

Loki remembered the exact moment he almost died. No one would ever know but he actually sacrificed himself to Thor. He could’ve died when Thor left his body on Svartalfheim but something miraculous kept him alive. What it was, Loki wasn’t sure, but he told himself it was his mother from Valhalla. How could he possibly explain the past five years to her? From the moment he broke her heart by telling her that everything they had together, all the good and the bad, were lies. He told her she was amusement for him. Now he felt rotten just thinking back.

“Answer me!” Y/N demanded harshly, taking a step closer to Loki. She put the little disk shooter underneath Loki’s jaw so she could tilt his head up, forcing him to look at her. It was astonishing how he hadn’t gotten up yet to mock her and drag her down. Something terrible must’ve happened before he arrived.

It didn’t matter. She wasn’t going to let herself care about that. What they had in the past should remain there.

Loki didn’t flinch when Y/N put the cold metal object against his neck. He didn’t know what it did, and he didn’t want to find it. Although he knew she probably hated his gut, he doubted she’d hurt him. “It’s a long story, Y/N.”

His voice made Y/N’s stomach twist. She hated herself for missing it. She hated that his voice still affected her but the was proud she had learnt to hide her feelings. To him, he looked like a whole new person. Loki looked her up and down and noticed how different she was, even her attire had changed. Y/N was wearing a skin-tight, white bodysuit that hugged her curves just right, long red boots and a dark red cape, much less elegant than Asgardian capes. It was short and rigged. Y/N’s arms were bare, and she wore golden jewellery that spiralled from her wrist all the way to her upper arm. He even saw scars that weren’t there before. They weren’t neat so he figured they came from battles. She had changed.

The biggest difference was her cold and harsh exterior. He looked at her and her face didn’t soften up like before. He knew that he had burnt her innocence and sweetness to ashes. It hurt, more than he wanted to admit.

“You’re not in a hurry, are you? Start talking.” Y/N was getting angry again. The silence was messing with her head. If he didn’t care, why couldn’t he speak? It bothered her that Loki looked at her so carefully. She felt vulnerable.

Loki looked at her neck. He knew they weren’t together anymore but nevertheless, seeing a dark purple, almost red hickey decorating her skin hurt. Seeing that someone else had gotten the pleasure of touching her was like a stab to the heart. She had moved on, hadn’t she? Loki’s throat felt tight. So much was going on and it was too much – even for him. Asgard was in danger but here he was, in Y/N’s ship, his fate in her hands. “Where shall I begin?” He put on a fake smile, putting up the act from five years ago. He was not going to hurt her any further by explaining how he lied. She had gone through enough because of him. Lying furthermore should be smooth, he was the god of lies after all.

“How about you explain how you’re alive and where you’ve been. Maybe, just maybe I won’t throw you in the lion’s den.” By that, Y/N meant the arena. She knew damn well the Grandmaster would pay her a huge sum for Loki, but she also knew Loki could have answers that she desperately needed. “You’re so great with words, aren’t you? You better use them.”

“Someone still cares,” Loki taunted her, putting his best effort into acting like the fool he was before. He was aware it was terrible, but he had no choice. He decided to push her buttons a little bit more, just to study her reaction. “I see you took some Asgardian goods with you.”

“You know I could electrocute you, right?” Y/N pressed the lips of the disc shooter against his neck, only to threaten him of course. Sure, he probably deserved it, but she didn’t actually want to hurt him. Only a few years ago she was the one who stitched up his wounds and washed off his blood. “Besides, Thor gave them to me. Turns out being in good terms with him is quite handy,” Y/N pushed Loki’s buttons as well, knowing damn well how Loki hated that.

Loki pulled his lips into a thin line. The hickey was almost right in front of his eyes now and he believed Y/N did it on purpose, to shove it in his face that she didn’t care at all. Did Thor make it? Loki wished it was anyone else but his brother. Was she over him? Loki believed it – at least to some extent. How could she still care, after everything he put her through? He didn’t just break her heart, he absolutely destroyed it!

But she would never know he did it for her. She was better off without him. Loki told that to himself to make himself feel better. He had to get away from her and fast but it wouldn’t be easy.

“I’ve been on Asgard. Thor broke me out of my cell, begging for my help. It was a perfect opportunity for me to slither out of that little cell. Then I had to get Odin out of the picture…”

“What the hell are you talking about?” Y/N almost yelled. Sure, Odin was a terrible person but she couldn’t imagine Loki killing him. He hadn’t gone that far, right?

Loki rolled his eyes. “I sent him away. He was on Midgard until Thor and I returned to him. He told us about our sister, Hela, who is currently set to destroy Asgard. Then he died-“

“Slow down!” Y/N stopped him. She put the disc shooter away and took a deep breath. She attempted to forget about her personal issues with Loki and tried to focus on Asgard. Were the people in danger? Who was this Hela? Their sister? She had never even heard of her. ”Odin’s dead?”

“I told you, it’s a long story, Y/N.”

[PART 3]

Author’s Note: I feel like this chapter is just building the plot but the next part will be a bit more fun (I hope). What are your thoughts? :) It’s kind of funny how this turned into a series.

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❝ task 001 ❞ ⋮ mun questionnaire 

name  /  alias : emily gender  /  pronouns : cisfemale ; she/her where  ya  from  ? : indiana — i hate it sm the  current  time : 10:30 pm starting this. 11:20pm finishing bc i got distracted lmao

height : 5 foot. 3 inches job  or  major : music therapy major ; teaching percussion at two high school marching band programs ; in a drumline for professional basketball team   pet  (  s  ) : two dogs — kendra and annie favorite  thing  (  s  )  about  yourself : v many things, but probably my passion for music and change  any  special  talents  ? : idk if it’s special but i can play the two different four mallet techniques for percussion 

why  you  joined  hqclouds : i really wanted to play a canon chara and thought hqclouds had a v nice spin w/ the glitch and un - glitch idea and was super intrigued. 

meaning  behind  url : i usually do ‘skies’ or ‘waters’ at the end and add some word in front lmao. also in case i wanted to pick up another i could still use this url for a mumu blog 

last  thing  you  googled : kong wobbler for my dog in training lmao

birthday  /  zodiac : july 2nd ; cancer in  your  opinion  ,  does  your  sign  suit  you  ? : omg YES  hogwarts  house : slytherin. woop woop

three  fictional  character  (  s  )  you  see  yourself  in  +  why : princess bean from disenchantment ; she’s determined and fights for what she wants/believes. nia nal from supergirl ; she can be levelheaded but when it comes down to it she also leads with her emotions. jenny from gossip girl ; i tried v hard to fit in with the populars when i was younger and then i basically said fck it and went off doing my own shit ( and making parents upsetti too oop )

i  started  roleplaying : i think i abt two years ago and then took a long break bc senior year needed a lot of attention for internships, job apps, and auditions. types  of  rps  i  enjoy : honestly it depends on what i’m feeling in the moment and what isn’t too generic/what many rps are doing favorite  fcs  to  use : love lulu and elliot fletcher rn, but i many i’d like to play but not enough time lmao fandom  (  s  )  you’d  like  to  write  in : probably more animated ones bc i never have — like disenchantment and futurama lmao fandom  (  s  )  you  aren’t  in  but  are  curious  about : adventure time, steven universe, atla — honestly plan to watch all of these though, starting atla soon  

favorite  canon  muse  (  s  )  to  play : penelope park and zoe rivas

canon  ships  you  can’t  help  but  love : o m g SO MANY. especially if they’re wlw  

i  prefer  .  .  .

angst  ,  smut  ,  or  fluff : i love fluff and angst sm, it’s hard to choose bc the plots can be so good  long  or  short  replies : i usually try to match what’s given to me?? maybe shorter in the beginning to get the ball rolling    pre  plotting  or  chemistry : pre - plotting for most things ; but i think chemistry is v important  sentence  starters  or  headcanon  memes : i haven’t done either in so long but probably headcanon memes lmao single  muse  or  multimuse  blogs : i just started my first mumu blog and LOVE it, just getting use to the tagging system lmao   gif  icons  ,  medium  gifs  ,  or  static  icons : gif icons 

grab  the  book  nearest  to  you  and  pull  a  quote  from  it : he had forgotten about magic — he had forgotten that he was short and skinny and thirteen, whereas black was a tall, full - grown, man — all harry knew was that he wanted to hurt black as badly as he could and that he didn’t care how much he got hurt in return ; from harry potter and the prisoner of azkaban. i have read these books so many times and thought fitting during quarantine ( although i do not condone what j.k. rowling said )

what’s  a  quote  or  song  lyric  that  speaks  to  your  soul  ? : i’m just a tenant paying rent inside this body and i got two windows, well, i call them my eyes ; mind is a prison by alec benjamin

top  current  celebrity  crushes : omg this is so difficult but melissa benoist or naomi scott last  movie  you  watched : incredibles 2  did  you  like  it  ? : i love it sm favorite  tv  show  (  s  )  of  all  time : futurama, bobs burgers, super girl, the originals, legacies, and some others favorite  tv  show  that  hasn’t  ended : bobs burgers and super girl favorite  series  of  books  /  novels  /  comics : harry potter, the shadow children series, and ellen hopkins is a v good author sports  team  (  s  )  you  rep : chicago blackhawks and boston bruins. go hockey. favorite  youtube  channels : rose and rosie ; amy ordman hobbies : pretty much anything with music lmao

put  your  music  on  shuffle.  what  six  songs  pop  up  ? : smile — avril lavigne ; bang! — ajr ; good things fall apart ( stripped ) — illenium & john bellion ; untouched — the veronicas ; lay all your love on me — mamma mia version ( but i love abba too so ) ; more than ok ( acoustic ) — r3hab, clara mae, & frank walker 

dream  vacation  ? : anywhere w/ a beach or traveling through europe dream  job  ? : music therapist ; maybe starting my own practice or company  dream  car  ? : it changes almost weekly  if  i  could  live  anywhere  ,  it’d  be : boston or portland ( oregon ) or possibly germany favorite  musical : oliver ! coffee  order : so many different ones but ALWAYS ICED. i hate hot coffee 

what’s  a  subject  you  know  too  much  about  +  never  get  tired  of  talking  about  ? : music therapy/percussion