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In my own Marioverse, Bowser kidnapping Peach doesn't actually happen very often. Like, at all.
In fact, it only happens twice.
There’s animosity between him and Peach, absolutely, but he usually terrorizes her by way of sending troops to wreak havoc against her citizens. That's not ideal of course, but it’s just part of life; every Toad knows what to do at the first sign of trouble (read: run home screaming), there’s defenses and preventative measures alike in place, it's easy to counter and unsurprising before too long. Unpleasant, but not even particularly disruptful at this point.
And then one night, the princess vanishes, and all that’s left is a letter on her bed in harsh handwriting: Bowser’s bored of his own games and wants control of the Mushroom Kingdom, and until he gets it, Peach will remain his prisoner.
At this point, Mario is a member of her guard (how exactly that happens I haven't decided yet, so for now I default to this brilliant work by the supremely talented @bacidipesca and inspired by the also supremely talented @elitadream), as well as one of her closest friends. He's earned a reputation for his courage, strength, and selflessness, but no one at this point's actually expecting him to drop everything and go charging into Bowser's home territory to save her.
Mario is also a hothead with chronic hero syndrome. It's not just that he's hopelessly smitten close with her. Peach took him and Luigi in after they found themselves stranded in a strange world, giving them kindness, security, a place to call home. She's had Mario's undying loyalty from the moment they first met. Of course he's going to save her.
His actions are a shock to pretty much everyone, especially Bowser. He was expecting either the reluctant but unconditional surrender of her nation or an army, one of the two, not some guy with a funny accent who comes up to the princess' shoulder — who is both significantly faster and somehow almost as strong as him. The surprise works in Mario's favor, and he's able to free Peach and bring her back home not even two full days after her kidnapping, and he's battered and a little singed, but otherwise no worse for the wear.
I wanna go into more depth about the events between Kidnappings 1 and 2 in another post because this is already getting waaaaaay longer than I meant for it to, so to keep it short! Mario gets promoted to Peach's primary bodyguard, and all the extra time together means they go from best friends quietly crushing on each other to best friends in desperate, burning, all-consuming love with one another. So when Bowser kidnaps her once more, it's a hell of a lot more personal.
And Bowser's not underestimating Mario this time around; he's put a shocking amount of effort into ramping up his defenses and keeping Peach's exact location and state of well-being hidden. Mario won't be able to waltz in and carry her out. He makes one wrong move and he's dead. And now Bowser's threatening to outright kill Peach if his demands aren't met, so he's on borrowed time.
It's a very long three months. While Toadsworth spearheads efforts to string Bowser along, walking a fine line between not giving into his threats but also keeping him unsuspicious, Mario trains himself half to death, because he is going to face Bowser, and he is going to kill the bastard, and he is going to bring Peach home safely. He probably would train himself to death if not for Luigi dragging him inside and forcing him to eat and sleep every so often. He doesn't know if Peach is safe or comfortable or even alive, and he won't (willfully) rest until that changes.
The time and resources it takes just reaching Bowser saps most of his energy. The fight nearly kills him. He uses the last of his strength to pry the bars of Peach's cell open and then collapses from a combination of exhaustion, blood loss, and shock. If not for her healing powers, he would've died there on the dungeon floor.
He didn't kill Bowser. He didn't have time. But Bowser received a thrashing pretty damn proportionate to the one he gave Mario. He's oddly quiet from that point on, and no one in the Mushroom Kingdom complains. There's still an ever-lingering fear that he might come back, he might target them once more, he might succeed at what he attempted twice... but the truth is, so long as Mario's alive, he's not getting anywhere NEAR Princess Peach, much less the Mushroom Kingdom.
Bowser may be egotistical and a little dense, but he's not stupid, and he doesn't have a death wish. There's other conquests to be had, conquests against enemies that won't fight back (or at least won't miserably kick his ass).
#I am SO sorry#I got so carried away with this and it's STILL cut down from what I originally had#I went much more into depth about the rescues and the in-betweens and all the Mareachy goodness originally#but! I can always put that into another post! if anyone wants 😅#super mario bros#smb#mario#princess peach#bowser#mareach#peaches has opinions#peaches’ illustrious lore
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(I haven’t kept up with vt or pie in a while) but I think I remember something about Toast having a alcohol problem? Mainly whiskey if I remember correctly?
What do the others think about it when Toast is drinking or perhaps even drunk? How do they react?
See it’s something I don’t particularly like to think about because it’s so… real? Alcoholism is a very different problem than ghosts and unrealistic drugs, and it’s a problem I can happily say I’ve had no experiences with. The downside is that I’m not entirely certain how it specifically works, and I run the risk of making a serious issue into a joke or overdramaticizing it… all of that being said, I can try to give my own two cents, just know that I barely understand why people drink to begin with outside of social pressure or addiction. So i guess.. trigger warning, everything’s under the cut.
Toast does have an alcohol problem, and I do think whiskey specifically was said to be his drink of choice. By the time most of the videos take place, he does seem to be drinking much more responsibly, but we do hear sometimes about how much of a problem his alcoholism used to be. I do think he is accused of being or seeming drunk in some videos, so there’s a chance he hasn’t fully finished his sobriety journey, but I don’t think we see him go on a ‘bender’ until Kind Of the Retirement Arc… but i do think of him as a very depressing drunk. Like he weeps openly hunched over the bar looking a mess and stuff.
Long story short, Ghost leaving was a catalyst that led Toast to drink excessively again. I say this because we do see Spooker and Colon react to it and they’re a little uncomfortable. Toast does not seem to be capable of drinking copious amounts and still have the ability to help at PIE the next morning. As I remember it, he’s a wreck, completely unable to help and not even trying. Therefore, I don’t think Colon or Spooker would be either comfortable with Toast’s drinking, or even know how to help him. They’d both understand that him consuming the alcohol is out of grief and trying to numb himself… and a lack of coping mechanisms, but neither of them can relate so this experience of his is very alien to them both. So, they only just leave him to his wallowing, putting the company before the founders to ensure lives can continue to be saved.
Colon gives me the vibes of someone who would drape a blanket on him while he’s asleep in an area he shouldn’t be sleeping, clean up bottles he left behind, help him out with hangovers, etc. It’s kind, but he knows it isn’t enough to fix the problem. He doesn’t really talk to Toast when he drinks because he isn’t sure what to say that wouldn’t possibly encourage him to do it more. He’s trying to act as the leader of the team while the bosses are out of commission and it’s really rough when the official leader is a grieving mess.
Unlike Spooker, who is too confused to be really helpful right now. Spooker joined the team while Toast was in jail for arson, I believe, so he’s seen a team function without Toast. He was there when Ghost disappeared for the puppet arc, so he was there to see Toast manage the team without Ghost. Now Ghost is gone again and Toast is… self-medicating? For some reason? He severely underestimated how badly Ghost leaving would affect him, and doesn’t understand what the difference is between then and now. This is also part of the reason why he ignores Ghost’s boundaries and tries to get him to rejoin the team. He thinks Toast’s behavior is sudden, surprising, and uncharacteristic.
Ghost has been with Toast since the problem started, and I imagine he takes it way more seriously than he lets on. I do think Toast’s relationship with alcohol has always been a little. Bad. Toast has had a pretty understandable reason to desire self-medication for a long time. He went through a lot as a kid, left his family, and lost his wife, returned to his family, and lost his best friend multiple times before he was thirty. He’s experienced a lot of death and clearly is better at helping others than himself, and Ghost knows all of that. He’s been with Toast thsi whole time. I think he tried his best to help Toast out after Mary died, and i think he was a good help, but because of Toast’s actions during the puppet arc, i think he thought Toast wouldn’t have a problem if he left the team forever. I think the team was able to get Toast help Before Ghost re-joined, but I also think Ghost gave them some advice.
His siblings are also a bit worried about it. And yeah.
#taleblr#johnny toast#alcoholism /#taleblr headcanons#taleblr pie#posting today because. i actually just turned 21#idk what im talking about tbhhh#this is a weird conversation to me both since it’s v serious and bc idk what im talking about#so if someone else feels that I handled anything wrong or poorly lmk
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Really the question with Mike is how much of what he's pulling from people is making up necessary calories versus how much is extra going only to feeding his addiction? Because we see that people he feeds off of to leave them in the same state he ends up stuck in recover (Trina is a multi-time victim, the first girl we see was more than likely a multi-time victim, and that cultist we see him eat we see is fine in later episodes) so the fact that he doesn't implies he does need a load of calories to maintain normality. Calories one could probably get with actual food, depending on, again, how much he actually needs in a day, but he's pretty blatantly an addict so...
Still, not like the guy couldn't have gone with electricity like Kevin originally did, but I guess some alcoholics prefer whiskey and some addicted navivores prefer life energy. Que sera sera, you could have at least taken your too much money and invested in some cattle or something.
Guy had options.
But, moving on, how the fuck many calories does this bastard actually need in a day to maintain himself? We know one non-Gwen is enough to bring him to normality, but we don't actually know how long it would have taken him to get there without eating.
We know that he had what seems to be only five original, pre-Gwen victims. We know he feeds off them after they recover, though how long after he don't know. If Trina was fresh from recovering via eating to local power supply (which, again, Michael, you could've done that your damn self, what, is electricity too 'fizzy' for you or something...?) which she may well have been given her behavior and that Mike seems to prefer to go all out, then then is may not take all that long.
Okay, fuckers can call it what they want but what we see the girls feeding off is a substation, probably a distribution station given the location and size. There's four I think there? And they managed to cause a brief loss of power but not long. After a lot of poking and searching for information (dear god I deserve a medal) I'm going to estimate that to cause the brief blackout we see there then all together the girls would've been drawing about 21 kw at a time, or about 5kw each. Going by the same shit we worked with for Mike that's about 4300 calories at a time each.
That means each of these girls would need about 12 feedings to get back to normal. Round that up to 15 to make sure we're accounting for the lightshow. And if anything we might be underestimating that number still.
So, yeah, it doesn't seem like it would take too long for them to recover using this method. Max out at a few hours if we leave them be. Give em time to move between areas, time for the the whole 'addicted to Mike' thing to reach a head.
He's gotta be feeding off these girls at least once ever day, maybe twice, I'd lean more towards that.
And that still doesn't help us with how many calories he needs, but it does give us an idea of how many calories he was taking in prior to that episode, that being anywhere from 215,000 to 430,000.
Sir.
Young man.
Michael.
How much more energy does Gwen have going on that that wasn't enough to make you all golden?! No wonder you dropped the other shit in favor of focusing on eating her! Dear fucking god!
Y'all that higher number is over 3x the calories the entire human body holds. If we go with it he was taking in enough calories a day to rebuild himself three times over.
If that's what he needs (I refuse to believe that's what he needs, that has to be an addiction thing) then he would need to fully consume- not feed from, consume- a cow a day to maintain himself.
So, okay, we're gonna average that out and go with a midline "Mike was consuming 325,000 calories a day" for this because holy fucking shit.
Okay, to try to get a number to work with we're going to turn to alcohol numbers. What's considered a normal amount and how much do alcoholics tend to consume. Just to try to get some sort of idea. Because I know the rest of you don't care but I write this bastard and knowing how much he should be eating a day is valuable to my ficcing.
Now, the CDC recommends men top out at 2 drinks a day, so we're gonna use that for our baseline. Meanwhile, best numbers I'm seeing right now for heavy drinking put the highest percentage at 10+ drinks a day. We're going to assume, for his sake because dear gods those numbers up there, that Mike falls closer to this scale than not. The average is a little higher than 10, I'm gonna bump it to 11 for this because I would rather ere towards a larger number here than not.
So, if we use those as out proportion numbers then we're looking at consuming 5.5x what one 'should' for this. So our new number for a 'what does Mike need to be consuming daily' estimate is....
~59,000 calories.
That's 2460 calories an hour. As much as a normal person should be eating a day. With a normal three-meal-a-day set-up he would be eating nearly 20,000 calories per meal. That's like 33 Big Macs.
We may need to go back to the 'at least get a herd of cattle and feed on them' concept, because holy shit that's an 'eat at all hours so you don't rupture something' level of caloric need.
Again, to quote nix, "absolutely befucked metabolism".
So it turns out people actually have done research into how many calories are in various chunks of human, so I can say with some degree of confidence that Mike was likely getting somewhere around 50,000 calories with each major absorbing session, assuming that energy absorption first burns through fat, then meat, which seems logical, and that given his victims can still function and recover afterwards he's leaving a decent chunk behind.
For comparison, the recommended daily caloric intake averages at 2300. That fucker was taking in 22 times the average recommended daily intake.
Sir please
#long post#holy damn#check another box for 'how mike got addicted to energy in my shit' list#fucking shit#the worst part is i thought the number would come out lower when i started this addition#but no#no the number went up#by 16000 calories
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1st real post
Watched vid on some "politinformation" on factory in USSR in 1977. Some commenters were quick to assert even at this time nearly no-one believed in communism in USSR. But this begs the question what exactly people had in their heads as a goal, and what was actually possible, considering there was more than mere USSR at economical exchange?
I like to rebase "class conscious" as "Understanding-based hypersystem of humans, but with strong consideration for non-humans/"Nature". Not just sende/vibe of being exploited, cheated or wronged. Not consumer-istish model of "we work, someone somehow magically provides stuff for us". Everything complex humans get they must do with their own hands, machines, brainz .. without ruining themselves and their surroundings.
I think that may be some visible milestone like say 4 workday week and Universal Basic Services should be possible even earlier than today? But probably not by 1980 in USSR specifically? So bad Marx apparently VERY SERIOUSLY underestimated effort (in time, education, coordination, materials, energy, complex machines and networks) required for creating, maintaining, expanding (within limits! it become obvious in Limits To Growth nearly 100 years after Marx!) this technosphere of industrial civilization... coupled with humans growing unhappy if someone somewhere get supposedly better shiny toys! Exploiters always can create more in factory (all other factors being equal) because they exactly exploit everything to the max, beyond recuperation point. So bad we never internalized that! :(
I do not knowhow it should work, considering we already in overshot and our technosphere runs on non-renewably sources with no fast/cheap/easy solution in sight. May be we really should go down to wood-based, medium manual labor lifestyle? At least as s ok me homes/cities will old into "need replacement anyway" age? With some collectivist thoughts like central energy,/heating system (with spares). A bit like spaceship lite, where heating/energy/comms and water and at least partially food considering Life Support System, i.e. not something optional? So you at least try to set low limit trying to avoid "we started good but landed in ruins 50 years later" downslide?
Where ppl still understand that say doctors do not come out of nothing so they have plan about maintaining needed specialists over time. But doctors often can do very little without all those hitech gizmos, so maintaining some technology of medicine, as well as recordkeeping/study sounds like good idea .. likewise for engineers who do stuff like pipes, engines, filters ... It will probably look very different from shiny hitech solarpank or citifutur aesthetics but most important question - will it work, as in providing humans with enviro where they genuine interested in both maintaining/improving a bit their support and expand it even to non-humans? Instead of traditional way of slaughtering and enslaving them due to lack of any alternative ...
But it requires solid mass understanding/accepting that "one hitech device per few families but with robust sharing/giving away culture" is much preferable to "everyone forced to buy shortlived junk AND work their whole life for it"
"Robots will do work" is not even on table simply due to sheer catastrophic ecological impact even current consumerism have on planet, and you can't physically move/reshape material objects with smaller and smaller amounts of energy/materials. We pretty close to hard physical limits here, and Tomas Murphy (dothemath blog) even calculated growing economy does not fit any physically possible source of energy, and truely renewable energy generation will left humans with much less energy than we used to abuse in last 50 years. Overhead of non-fossil-fuel based technology is so much higher, even before we run into recycling ... so, radical reconfiguration how we live seems to be only livable alternative. Alternative to neoslavery in globally crashed society .... Communal, slow(ish) living look promising (sorry do not want to crashland into *Russia*s 1850x era! It was probably sustainable in terms of food produced but sucked to death in nearly any other aspect). Eric Hunter on Medium put some thoughts into that too. How to get there from here considering violent capitalist resistance is probably updated revolutionary Question for our era.
It doesn't look we have luxuary of centuries ahead to figure this out. On the other hoof rushing things basically sure way to break them.
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More Taylor, always! Going to be a hoebag and send for my own characters… Artemis, Ophelia, and Jim/Héloïse please! 🧡
and i’m finally getting around to this, u hv the patience of a saint my friend!
artemis - “tolerate it” (evermore)
an apology first because you just said pretty recently (well it was recent when i first started on this ask) how much u hate writing artemis in angst, but oop, this is going to be very sad bc i’m doing it ab artemis and her madre 😬 it’s not my fault i wanted to a song from folklore or evermore because i haven’t used many yet and all of those songs are kinda sad and this one fit so well!
“I sit and watch you / I notice everything you do or don't do / You're so much older and wiser, and I” sara does not notice artemis, but artemis sure notices every time she is ignored, neglected and forced to raise herself. sara is much older and supposed to be a more wise, mature person to help artemis through the trauma of missing a brother and losing a father, but instead she brushes artemis aside and shuts down completely.
“Wait by the door like I'm just a kid / Use my best colors for your portrait / Lay the table with the fancy shit / And watch you tolerate it” this is like the eggshells story: young artemis wants nothing more than to impress her mother with a show of love. and her mother is neglectful and unappreciative, and artemis is left feeling tolerated instead of loved.
“If it's all in my head, tell me now / Tell me I've got it wrong somehow / I know my love should be celebrated / But you tolerate it” when artemis is younger, she still asks her mother to do things like walk her to the train, and talk to her. she holds onto that little hope that maybe she’s wrong, and maybe this time sara will act like a mother. as she gets older, she knows she’s right to be angry with her mom.
“I made you my temple, my mural, my sky / Now I'm begging for footnotes in the story of your life / Drawing hearts in the byline / Always taking up too much space or time” artemis is desperate for any of the attention she deserves from a parent, but never receives it. sara always comes up with the lamest excuses to avoid taking care of her daughter.
“You assume I'm fine, but what would you do if I / Break free and leave us in ruins / Took this dagger in me and removed it / Gain the weight of you, then lose it / Believe me, I could do it” artemis is tough, but with the help and love of her found family, she can start to heal the wounds left by her mother. some things, however, will stay scars forever, just like ruins.
also, ik that u hv “Shake it Off” on ur artie playlist and just, ugh, 1989 is honestly all such artemis vibes tbh. fantastic choice!
ophelia - “Don’t Blame Me” (reputation)
“Don't blame me, love made me crazy / If it doesn't, you ain't doin' it right” the best part ab ophelia is that she’s selfish and materialistic enough to be considered a bit crazy, especially in her pursuits of love. but, love shmove, amirite? if ur marrying for love and not money, ur not doing it right. that’s what ophelia says at least.
“Lord, save me, my drug is my baby / I'll be usin' for the rest of my life” ophelia’s pursuit of a wealthy suitor is almost an addiction. the obsessive craftsmanship of handkerchiefs intended to be dropped in front of potential husbands is so cunning and resourceful (a true slytherin), and we love her for it. she’ll be using those skills for the rest of her life. at least, until she becomes a parent and spends the rest of her life protecting her real baby.
“I've been breakin' hearts a long time” i can only imagine how many men she’s flirted with, only to become immediately uninterested upon learning they aren’t wealthy.
“For you, I would cross the line/ I would waste my time / I would lose my mind / They say, "She's gone too far this time" how far would ophelia really go for a rich husband? pretty far, i’d reckon
“My name is whatever you decide / And I'm just gonna call you mine / I'm insane, but I'm your baby (Your baby)” It doesn’t matter what ophelia is. as long as she’s married to a powerful, wealthy pure-blood, she has everything she wanted, no matter what she had to sacrifice to get there.
“I once was poison ivy, but now I’m your daisy” the website i’ve been using to help me learn more ab taylor’s lyrics suggested that “daisy” here could be referencing Daisy Buchanan from the novel The Great Gatsby. i think that’s a bit of a reach, but taylor has referenced The Great Gatsby in “This Is Why We Can’t Have Nice Things”, and actually quoted a famous line Daisy says in her song “happiness”. Anyways, *spoilers if u actually haven’t read gatsby* Daisy Buchanan is a materialistic woman with a rich asshole of a husband who chooses money (old money oc) and status over love. This isn’t exactly like ophelia, but it’s a pretty decent parallel.
jéloïse - “Lover” (Lover)
i feel like i’m betraying my color code with this pink tbh because ravenclaw blue + hufflepuff yellow is green, but green is just not the color of this ship imo, and i just did ophelia green, so i went with pink because it’s the color of “Lover”
“We could leave the Christmas lights up 'til January / And this is our place, we make the rule” i’m not sure why, but i really associate this ship with that “honeymoon phase”- young adults, living together, figuring out careers and adulthood and everything else together. it’s their time together, and they now make all the rules of their home together.
“And there's a dazzling haze, a mysterious way about you, dear / Have I known you twenty seconds or twenty years?” héloïse is one of the most mysterious characters out there, no question. also, another thing i associate with these two is that everyday, each one is still learning new things about the other. even after they’ve been married for twenty years, there are still so many quirks of each other to learn about.
“Can I go where you go? / Can we always be this close? / Forever and ever, ah” aww these guys are just such cuties. jim might be a little awkward, but i can totally see him secretly hoping that he can always tag around the brilliant, French new girl. and as it turns out héloïse likes to be in the company of the cute, sweet hufflepuff boy as well.
“We could let our friends crash in the living room” back to them as young adults- to me, they are those steady high school sweethearts that attend reunions together, and keep in touch with friends together. i imagine them as the marshall and lily of hogwarts legacy (cue u telling me that you’ve never seen how i met your mother).
“And I'm highly suspicious that everyone who sees you wants you / I've loved you three summers now, honey, but I want 'em all” i think the first line would apply to both of them- jim because he’s pretty unsure of himself and i feel like héloïse maybe would get a little jealous of someone flirting with jim, especially before she even realizes her feelings for jim herself. and please the second line there is just so cute, like this pairing!
“My heart's been borrowed and yours has been blue / All's well that ends well to end up with you / Swear to be overdramatic and true to my lover” the language barrier was a bit of a struggle, but all’s well that ends well to end up together for these two!
#i’m so sorry this took so long#they genuinely are very fun to make i really enjoy it#but they are pretty time consuming and i underestimated the amount of work i had to do these past weeks#i rly hope u like the songs i chose!!!!!!!!!!!!#bonus points if u find the gatsby references in her other songs#just kidding#there are no points#just the joy of listening to taylor#artemis hexley#sara hexley >:(#ophelia burke#jim hexley#heloise perrault#jeloise#other people’s mcs
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You’ve [Mike Davis] been organizing for social change your whole life. How do you deal with a future that feels so bleak? For someone my age who was in the civil rights movement, and in other struggles of the 1960s, I’ve seen miracles happen. I’ve seen ordinary people do the most heroic things. When you’ve had the privilege of knowing so many great fighters and resisters, you can’t lay down the sword, even if things seem objectively hopeless. I’ve always been influenced by the poems [Bertolt] Brecht wrote in the late 30s, during the second world war, after everything had been incinerated, all the dreams and values of an entire generation destroyed, and Brecht said, well, it’s a new dark ages … how do people resist in the dark ages? What keeps us going, ultimately, is our love for each other, and our refusal to bow our heads, to accept the verdict, however all-powerful it seems. It’s what ordinary people have to do. You have to love each other. You have to defend each other. You have to fight. Can you share some of the messages you’ve received? [Davis picks up one stack of papers from his printer, and opens a drawer and pulls out another stack, and begins to read passages aloud.] “We’ve never met but like many people out there I’ve been changed by your work. I’m a brown kid from Orange county who spent many years trying to understand and articulate the complex but unshakable love I have for our home, its haunted uncanniness, its beauty, its cruelty …” “I hear you are in the final stretch of, well, all of this. I write to you from Paris a few hours before I fly back home to LA, and I know that when we make the final descent into the LA basin this afternoon, I will cry softly, as I always do, so in love with the place I call home …” “You came on my podcast back in late 2020 and we talked a lot about rural America. Right now my community is in shambles, because last week eastern Kentucky was hit really bad by a one-in-a-thousand-year flood. I’m having a real hard time time finding any hope anywhere. But I read this interview you did, and it made me feel, not necessarily more hopeful, but more at peace ...” “It is pretty common for people to underestimate their own legacy. So allow me just to say that I’m glad that you did not die on the barricades too soon, before we had your wonderful books. After all, aren’t they a kind of barricade for the ages?” There is so much un-mobilized love out there. It’s really moving to see how much. What are you and your family doing with the time you have left? Avoiding this trap where writers feel they must weigh in with famous last words or a long essay on dying. We’re watching a lot of Scandinavian noir on HBO. In the last month, I’ve started consuming immense amounts of military history, an infantile throwback. I find the counterfactuals – this battle, what did it decide, what was the alternative – deeply fascinating. You can’t expect to die at a very heroic moment. It’d be nice to die in 1968, or with the liberation of Europe in 1945. You’re on the barricades in 1917, 1919. Go out of life with the red flags flying. But despair is useless.
— snippets from an interview with Mike Davis, by Lois Beckett for The Guardian; Aug 31, 2022 (x)
This summer [summer 2022], the 76-year-old stopped treatment for esophageal cancer and began palliative care, giving him an estimated six to nine months to live.
#mike davis#lois beckett#god bless mike davis truly i hope he has a peaceful end of life#'but despair is useless' he says#just like when raymond williams said: To be truly radical is to make hope possible rather than despair convincing.#the brecht poem he is referencing is 'To Posterity'
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I've never done a request before, but there's always a first lol :) I'm very interested in your thoughts: child/tween bruno buccellati headcanons please? I feel like not enough people consider when he was young, or the mysterious period from when he just joined till he recruited fugo
Hi, Maza! (Can I call ya that?) Thank you so much for the request! Sorry for keepin’ ya waiting for so long. This is a little short, but I think I shoved enough of my thoughts in here.
This was an interesting bit of lore to ponder on, considering I actually don’t think about Bruno too much outside of what I know of him in canon & what my dearest Bruno lovers say about him. (I usually let my Zipper-Simp friends take the wheel on loreweaving, I’m just a pleb that likes consuming their content and enabling their thirst lol.) I work under the assumption that there was some amount of time between him joining and him getting Sticky Fingers, and that he was initiated some other way initially or put on the backburner until Polpo found a use for him.
(Speaking of, special thanks to @bucciaratis-titty-window for her impeccable advice on this matter!)
HCs About Bruno as a Kid/Teen + Acclimating to Life in Passione
Content Warnings: weaponry and violence mention, psychological trauma
Bruno was very, very, very awkward around his new authorities when he was initially absorbed into Passione. That’s kind of a given, when you’re a kid in a pseudo-professional criminal world you never asked to be thrown into. I’d also bet he was a good deal socially stunted by his trauma and abrupt end of childhood, explaining his uh, weirder behaviour. (I wholeheartedly endorse the “Bruno is weird” trope/headcanon, it’s golden and very canon compliant/diegetic.)
Probably practiced knife tricks and general knife handling for fights, because he understood that as his combat strong suit prior to Sticky. That probably taught him how to be as careful and agile as he is canonically.
I think he went into a kinda… “edgelord” phase to come to grips with how immense the traumas and evils surrounding him were. Like, he took his very real, very trauma-backed mission statement and combined it with the mafioso macho he was surrounded by. I think that none of the older people around him gave much of a shit, and usually brushed off his “no one understands me or this broken, corrupt world like I do” behaviour with little thought. He grew out of it pretty quickly because he had to get his behaviour in check, given his eventual place in Passione.
I also think this is part of why he understood Fugo so well—he knew, to some extent, the kind of anger the kid had, and knew there was a way to grow from it.
It’s when Bruno started to level out that his adult self started to show for the first time. He was always more of a listener than a talker, and that only got more intense once he did. He knew that he'd get everything he needed to know if he kept his mouth shut around his higher-ups.
Often used reading as a cover for listening in. They already saw him as just a brash, dumb kid, so why not weaponize that underestimation?
He bloomed into something deadly. Careful hands and the ability to hold his tongue, a calm composure, ears always open and eyes always watching, and a presence that could command a room with effortless grace. It was a long way forward, and not the best one, but he travelled the entire length of it.
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Blurb request: you and Tom are working out, outside and it’s an unusually hot day, you faint and maybe he panics at first but takes care of you :) hope you have a lovely day/night
they were at at his place, out in his spacious backyard doing squats and stomach crunches when it happened.
y/n began to feel lightheaded, the feeling washing over her incredibly fast. before she could even say something about it, her eyes were rolling back into her head and she was falling to the ground.
tom had managed to catch her before her head hit the pavement, worry instantly consuming him. what just happened?
when y/n woke, she was greeted with a familiar scent, her favorite: tom. which made sense to her upon realizing she was laid on his bed, in his room, with him right next to her, her hand enveloped in one of his. his other hand pressed a cool washcloth to her face.
“hey, pretty girl,” he said. “how’re you feeling?”
y/n ignored his question, electing to ask her own. “what happened to me?”
tom’s eyes softened a little as he told her about how she passed out from dehydration, trying to get her to take a sip from the water bottle on the nightstand next to her as he did so.
“oh... i guess i underestimated the heat and amount of water i was gonna need....” y/n smiled sheepishly.
“yeah,” he laughed, “but don’t worry, darling, i’m taking great care of you.”
“what happened to ‘i’m not a doctor, i’m an actor’?” she quoted the time he told the airplane story on a talk show.
tom laughed heartily at her remark, eyes shining.
“for you, my love, i’ll be anything you need.”
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Lol its fine!! Reply whenever you can ^_^
But ahh true, true. Idk why I thought it would be a hint to the music lol but a sort og an evolution of the concept so to speak. Either way, am excited for the comeback because fresh svt is always iconic. Oohhh the concept photos are all pretty and idk which one to pick jfkshfjsjd. Like they are all very on brand for them but also unique and pretty. Very artsy haha.
Ahh yes, rabbitnwas forever iconic and it was what helped other places like discord to do similar things! But ah understandable!! Both seventeen and nct (when I was getting into kpop more) always felt like BIG well known groups due to their fandoms being so big at least to me. Especially when people always recommended their songs i just assumed they have been around for a while like bts when I joined only to realize they are still rookies. Monster rookies indeed!! The fact so many people love them is enough for me to say they are amazing, well respected and loved by many. Those comments annoy me, especially when people downplay their hard work by claiming 'bighit helped them get more famous' like what!? Yes bighit did help with getting more western attention per se but like downplaying as if they haven't achieved anything at all is confusing to me. Claiming how streaming fans aren't doing s good job to which im like one, mass streaming isn't healthy and two, fans who do try their best and we do beat records of our own. Seventeen isn't unpopular, just because they aren't you know who level doesn't mean they aren't big like do people forget what unpopular means?
Anywhoo, a day late but happy late birthday to our tiger King. May he forever rule the tiger land and take over the world with his tiger agenda lol.
yes! one side fits my aesthetic the best but all the concept photos were nice ^^
and yeah it is annoying but at the same time those people are so detached from reality that I'm just sort of like whatever djflgj like 'it's obvious to anyone who knows what they're talking about you're wrong so I'm not going to bother arguing w you' is sort of my mindset when i see those comments dhfkj bc if i don't think of it that way then i get angry easily. the way i see it bh/hybe definitely is helping SVT with western promotions but like. i don't think SVT/pledis would have been incapable of expanding into the western market on their own if they wanted to. but it's a given that it will be easier and faster with hybe bc they have connections and a reputation in the western market already established. honestly I'd guess that was one of pledis's main incentives for agreeing to the acquisition. but at the same time hybe and western media wouldn't give SVT the time of day if they truly were the flops some ppl try to claim they are lol
and yeah agreed, streaming culture can be super unhealthy. it's one thing to do it if you want to but at the same time don't be losing sleep over it or prioritizing it over your real life responsibilities. and definitely don't guilt trip and say a bunch of toxic things to others to get them to stream... i feel like it would be a lot healthier if fanbases just stuck to simply explaining, hey this is what streaming is and why it can be important (for like music shows etc) and here's how to do it properly if you choose to stream, and then just let people decide for themselves. there would still be people more than willing to do it, and without the guilt tripping maybe even more people would just find it enjoyable. but hey, what do i know? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
i also think most kpop stans underestimate how many views from from casual listeners and fans vs hardcore fans/streamers. like streaming does make a difference, but not 100M views difference like some people try to act like it does. tbh there are a lot of groups that have a smaller core fanbase than SVT but get hundreds of millions of views bc they have a lot of casual listeners. you can even see it internally too: don't wanna cry is SVTs most viewed MV by a mile, it's the only one to pass 100M views, let alone 200M. and it has nothing to do w carats streaming dwc extra hard, it's bc it's arguably SVTs most well known song outside of the fandom. i see reactors all the time who react to it and say "oh i know this song! i had no idea it was by seventeen" and you can look at the comments section and see a bunch of people saying the song has a fandom of its own/even if you're not a carat you have to know this song
kpop stans also put too much emphasis on views imo and also equate views to popularity, which on the surface might make sense but isn't always the case. actually in terms of profit, groups/companies make the vast majority of their money off of album, merch, and ticket sales than they do off of views. but those are all things that are a lot harder to "sell" than views, because they actually cost money for the consumer, while you can watch an MV for free. hence why it makes sense that there are a lot of groups with hundreds of millions of views that get relatively low album sales. it's easy to convince casual fans and and listeners to watch an MV than to get them to buy something
and I'm not trying to diss other groups at all or try to say groups that consistently get 200M+ views are flops, they're absolutely not. I'm just trying to point out that kpop stans completely underestimate the amount of casual listeners that exist
but this is why SVT is honestly such a fascinating case. their MV views are nothing to write home about, and yet they're the second highest selling k-act at the moment and are in the top 10 if not top 5 highest selling k-acts of all time, their album sales are literally insane. a lot of people chalk it up to carats being bad streamers but like i said before, streaming isn't going to make a difference of hundreds of millions of views. this indicates to me that seventeen have a bigger core fanbase (ie people who call themselves carats and actually keep track of seventeens activities) but a smaller audience of casual listeners compare to other kpop groups. and i think a lot of people, carats, and non carats alike, pick up on this in some way or another but don't realize that's what's going on and it manifests in kind of weird ways sometimes
and this fact isn't something that bothers me, i actually think it's super important more than anything for SVT to have a strong core fanbase if what they're shooting for is longevity. but i do find it strange bc as i said, groups that do better with digitals than physical sales make total sense from a consumer standpoint!! so how did SVT end up like this!! it's so interesting for me to think about. i think i would have a better idea of why this is if i had been around since debut but alas
the only thing i can come up with is that SVT is better at retaining fans or like... getting fans invested in the group so people who become carats are less likely to be multistans? bc multistans play a huge part in both being and attracting casual listeners. they're the ones making video compilations and edits and content that includes multiple kpop groups, which is how a lot of non-fans get interested in other groups. whereas if someone is just a carat and making content for SVT the people most likely to watch that content is ppl who are already carats. i know im not the only one that's noticed it's kind of rare for SVT to be included in multistan edits and videos. which i don't blame anyone for, i think most of those people genuinely just don't stan SVT and they shouldn't be expected to include a group they don't know we'll or at all. at the end of the day ppl can make what they like. but it's interesting to observe as a general trend. but idk SVT potentially having a lower percentage of multistans still isn't really an explanation for why SVT doesn't have as many casual listeners bc those things kind of just go hand in hand. like either one could be the cause of the other one if that makes sense
ANYWAY sorry for the long reply but as i said the ratio of SVTs core fanbase vs casual listeners is a topic i find endlessly fascinating dhfmfj
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long rambly band thing under the cut lol
okay so I cant remember how much I’ve talked about this on here, but I’ve had a lot of Not Great Experiences over the past two years when it comes to band, despite the activity being my favorite in the whole entire world. the tl;dr is that my beloved director left my school after my junior year and left me in charge as drum major, but his replacement was awful and a bunch of bullshit happened and many of my close friends stabbed me in the back and then I went on to have a pretty bad season of indoor drumline that got cut short b/c of covid. that summary glossed over A LOT and the outcome of everything was that a lot of personal progress I’d made got undone and I was left with incredible amounts of baggage and lots of trauma to work through. this past year and a half has been HARD as fuck and I’ve swung wildly between trying to ignore everything and burying myself in trying to figure out what went wrong. problem has been that its infected every part of my life; I panic when I run into anyone who hurt me and my friends during that time, the most innocuous things remind me of the worst of these years and can send me into fits of crying, I’m plagued by thoughts of inadequacy and blaming myself for everything that happened, the works. ALL OF THIS EXPLANATION TO SAY yesterday was the start of a new chapter. it was the final competition of my first season teaching cymbals. it’s been a great experience and I’ve had the best students in the world, so I was really sad to see it end. over the second half of the day, I had three separate emotional conversations with my kids that honestly have given me the inner peace that I’ve been dreaming of since this bullshit started in the winter of 2019. before their final run, I wished them luck, told them I was proud of them, and thanked them for being such great students. they thanked me in return for being a great tech. after the awards ceremony, I got to bestow each of them with third place medals and reiterated how grateful I was for our time together. one of my kids went right for my tear ducts and told me that in their five years of marching, I was the tech that had taught them the most practical cymbal skills. another who joined after the start of the season said they hadn’t been sure if they were going to stay the whole season, but now, they planned on coming back for another. they all thanked me again and told me that I’d been an amazing tech after I gave them their medals and one of them gave me mine. our final conversation took place after our final goodbye meeting, and the two kids who aren’t graduating made sure that I would be back and said they’d be sad if I wasn’t their tech next year. I start crying after they left, which left the other two to find me crying in a corner of the room and hug me so that I would start crying even harder lol.
so the takeaway of these conversations and how they gave me peace. for the past year and a half, there’s been some part of me constantly questioning if I’m actually a good person or not; the logic being that half a dozen of my closest friends wouldn’t have turned on me for no good reason, that I had to have done something to hurt them for them to try so hard to destroy my reputation and tear me off an imagined pedestal. at the end of my junior year of high school, I was comfortably in a place where I liked myself and saw my value and hardly questioned my character. the events of the next marching season changed all of that and nothing had fixed it since. but in these conversations, these kids told me that I was good. that I had made a positive impact on their lives. that I had changed their lives to an extent, that I had broken a pattern of shitty techs for them, that despite most of MY past techs letting me down, that only made me work twice as hard to show my kids that I cared and put my all into never letting them down the way I have been. that the people who worked so hard to tear me down were wrong; I CAN do good and I DON’T deserve to be in a constant state of hating myself for things that were entirely out of my control because I proved over the course of several months that in the right circumstances, I can thrive. I can do good. the little voice in my head telling me that I’m a bad person has quieted over the past 24 hours. telling people how much they mean to you is difficult, terrifying, near impossible sometimes. but I did enough good for these kids that they all were incredibly open and honest with me about how much they appreciated me and how much they wanted to see me again and how I had made their season better. and it was overwhelming!! after a season of being told I was responsible for every bad thing followed by one where I was largely ignored and underestimated? this was so, SO healing. I was able to look kids in the eye and tell them I loved them without fear of judgement. they did the same. it’s not forgiveness or an apology from the people that hurt me, but it’s closure. I was able to move past the past and use it as motivation to do good. I hate the idea that trauma makes us grow, because I’m still mourning the me that I lost due to mine. I used to value the fact that I was so gentle and kind, but those two seasons made me shed much of that. I don’t think I’ll ever be that kind again, but a kid told me yesterday that I was the sweetest staff member they’d ever known. I almost cried on the spot, because it means I’m healing!! these kids brought my soft side out of retirement!! and I didn’t fear getting hurt again when I was being gentler!! and my attitude came entirely from treating these kids the way I wasn’t, the way I wished I had been. I finally found a shred of joy and a positive outcome from all that I was put through. and it feels so fucking good that I’m crying writing this. my bitterness has largely dissolved, because I have proof that I’ve grown past everyone and everything that hurt me. not everything will get better overnight. but I know for a fact that my past won’t continue to consume me as much as it has.
this is a rambly mess, so props to you if you made it to the end!! I just. I remembered why the fuck I love band at all and I’m grateful beyond words to have found closure and made peace with events that have chased me around for almost two years now. it’s like letting out a breath that I’ve been holding for that long with no reprieve. I miss my kids so fucking much already.
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Part Two (4.6k)
Part One
AN: Finished the second part (yes I’m that bored) so have fun reading!!
Warnings: language, things are heating up but nothing too explicit
I had finally given up. There was no way that I could figure out what to wear to a hockey player party by myself, so I pulled out the big guns and called on a group facetime with the girls in Denver.
“You’ve barely left a week ago and I’m already jealous. I want to meet Tyler Seguin too!”, Mara exclaimed and I laughed. She was hockey obsessed, knowing everything there was to know about the sport and she had also been the one that had dragged the rest of us along to watch the Avalanche games.
“Can we please get back to the issue at hand here? I don’t know what to wear!”, I exclaimed frustrated. Instead of helping me pick out an outfit my three best friends had fangirled over Tyler the past 20 minutes.
“Honey it all depends on your expectations for the night. What do you want to happen?”, Emily asked and I groaned. I’d actually spent the bigger part of my morning debating over that question.
“I’m not so sure. I mean I kind of want to jump his bones because look at him, but I also know his reputation and I don’t know if one hookup is worth ruining the connection that we have already, I can’t imagine what that could turn into”, I sighed, falling back onto my bad and taking the iPad down with me.
“Okay so I think I know what you should do. The important thing is to not hook up with him right away, you gotta make sure that things don’t become awkward afterwards first. That doesn’t mean that you can’t tease the hell out of him until then though”, Lisa grinned conspirationally after presenting her plan. You could always count on her when it came to boy-advice. She’d made her fair share of mistakes with them throughout college after all.
They helped me rifle through my closet before finally picking out a sexy burnt orange bikini that would make me look great and a backless summer dress that was just short of not being socially acceptable anymore. Some light waterproof make up completed the bimbo look and I smiled proudly at my reflection in the mirror. I would never dumb down for a guy but I wasn’t completely above looking the part.
Not soon after it was almost time to leave. Tyler had already texted me asking me where I was at. I made sure Yogi had enough water, food and entertainment in his house outside and the backyard before locking up. Luckily he loved being outdoors more than anything.
I could hear the sounds of the party even before I turned the corner to Tyler’s house and by the volume there were definitely more than just a few people. His front gate was unlocked, which seemed a bit irresponsible to me considering his status, but I was also glad that I didn’t have to jump the gate in my short dress and sandals. I made my way to the backyard, following the sound of laughter around the house. At least he wasn’t stupid enough to leave his front door unlocked as well.
As I faced the crowd I was overwhelmed for a second. People were splashing around in the huge pool, dancing on its sidelines or lounging all over the area and as far as I could see everyone had drinks in their hands. It was impossible to spot Tyler in the chaos but before I could even start looking for him, I was ambushed by three labs who were excitedly greeting me.
I crouched down because bending over in that dress wasn’t really something to do in front of so many strangers and spent the next few minutes scratching as many ears as I could. Our cuddle sesh was interrupted by two wet arms sneaking around my shoulders and somehow pulling me up.
“Ew get off me”, I complained while trying to wiggle out of Tyler’s strong arms. I would be lying if I said that I didn’t enjoy him wrapped around me though. He finally, sadly, set me down and I turned around to hug him, wrapping my arms tightly around his bare torso. My dress was already clinging to me either way.
“You could have at least waited until I had a drink before getting me all wet”, I exclaimed, only realizing what I’d said after he started wiggling his eyebrows suggestively.
“I’m sorry I just got so excited when I saw you”, he beamed at me and I then noticed that he probably already had a buzz going. I needed to catch up to him but not before enacting a part of the masterplan.
“The least you could do is help me out of that dress now”, I pouted, turning around again and lifting my hair up so he could untie the strings that held the dress together at the back.
“That’s an offer I’d never turn down”, he murmured before getting to work and I smirked, Lisa knew what she was talking about after all. After he’d finally managed to untie everything, he pushed the fabric down my shoulders. I wiggled my butt to get it down all the way while smiling at him over my shoulder. Tyler might be known for his womanizing ways but I went to MIT, I knew how to play with the opposite gender just as well.
“Any idea where to keep this?” I asked innocently after deliberately bending down and picking the now ridiculously small piece of fabric up. The look on his face was priceless and when some guy walked by commenting how he’d already had me almost naked after I’d just arrived, I finally burst out laughing. He rubbed his neck sheepishly before leading me inside the house and into one of the rooms in the back, promising no one would come in here to take my dress or shoes. I’d also made him promise to give me a small tour sometime after the party because I was now in the mood to get drunk.
“Do you want to play a round of beer pong with me?”, he asked as we got back outside and I nodded excitedly. The table was set up right next to the pool and currently unoccupied so we made our way over. I was about to ask him if he wanted to play against me instead when he said: “You start setting everything up, I’ll go grab Chubbs and his girlfriend, I know we’ll beat their asses.”
I was humming along to the music and organizing the cups when familiar arms wrapped around me again. Who knew that Tyler Seguin would be an affectionate drunk?
“This is Olivia, she’s super smart so she’s going to help me win. Olivia, these are Jamie and Katie”, he introduced me to the tall guy and the pretty blonde standing next to him. I waved at them before finishing pouring the beer in the last cup.
“You sure you’re ready for this?”, Jamie challenged and I laughed.
“I’m German. I bleed beer and everything that comes with it, so the question is are you ready?”, I grinned and took the ball from Tyler. He insisted on me going first because he was a gentleman, although I was pretty sure that that wasn’t entirely right. Him shamelessly checking me out ever since I’d gotten here was definitely anything but.
Jamie’s threat proved to be harmless and it wasn’t only because Tyler and I made up an amazing team, it was the fact that he straight up sucked. By the time we made the third shot Tyler and I had already made up a handshake to celebrate. Katie had made most of the shots for their team and even with Tyler and I doubling over with laughter we still beat them embarrassingly fast.
“We are amazing”, I sang and jumped up into Tyler’s outstretched arms. He lifted me off the ground and spun me around slightly before carefully placing me back on the pavement. Our next contenders were already setting up the table again and I shook my head to get back in the game.
We played round after round, leaving only for refills and didn’t lose a single one, we were truly the perfect team. After defeating the last couple that was willing to play against us, Tyler picked me up again but this time I quickly wrapped my legs around him so he wouldn’t drop me. I had, however, underestimated the amount of alcohol we’d just consumed and what it would do to his balance. He didn’t drop me at least, but we both fell backwards into the pool, still tightly wrapped around each other.
When we were standing upright again in the water Tyler wrapped his hands around my thighs and pushed me up a little before grasping me right below my butt. I was now a few centimeters taller than him, so I had to smile down at him while pushing his hair back with both hands before finally wrapping them around his neck. The way we were pressed up against each other sent little shocks throughout my entire body and they silenced the tiny voice at the back of my head that was screaming at me to untangle myself.
While I didn’t want to let go of him, I also knew that I needed to get the dirty thoughts out of my mind so I desperately looked around for a distraction.
“You know the waterslide is just a little over the top, but I do like the way the waterfall looks”, I joked and felt his breath fan across my neck as he started chuckling. The vibrations from his chest made him rub against me in a way that instantly made my nipples hard and I really hoped that he wasn’t able to feel them through the bikini top. This was definitely not helping at all. To make things worse he now tightened his grip on me before slowly making his way over to said waterfall.
“Lean back”, he whispered in my ear as we stood right in front of it and I slowly followed his instructions, not wanting to fall over again. His hands wandered up to my hips for more leverage and I shuddered as he lightly brushed my butt on the way. This had gone way further than just teasing but I just couldn’t bring myself to stop.
I closed my eyes right before the cold stream hit the top of my head. I knew that with me arching into him my boobs were pushed up to him and that he was probably taking a good look at them, but I couldn’t find myself to care. A small content sigh escaped my lips as the cool water soothed my scalp that had been exposed to the burning sun all afternoon.
“Fuck are you trying to kill me?”, he asked, his voice suddenly quiet and raspy.
The sexual tension was now thicker than it had been during some of my hookups and we were both still partly dressed. If he’d gotten out of the pool right this moment to take me to his bedroom, I’d have let him do anything to me.
Before I could make any stupid mistakes, like dropping my hand to the front of his shorts so I could confirm my suspicions, something beige and furry slid down the water slide before almost landing on top of us. The resulting splash cleared my thoughts for the most part and I unwrapped my legs from him, slowly sliding down. Neither of us could stop the sounds that were coming out of our mouths as I accidentally brushed against his hard dick on my way down though.
“I’ll give you a moment okay”, I said softly, leading Gerry away to play somewhere else in the pool so Tyler had the chance to compose himself. I needed the time for myself because I’d let things go way too far.
“What the hell happened to don’t hook up with him right away?!” I muttered to myself as I got out of the water afterwards. I turned around just in time to see Jamie whack Tyler across the head before heatedly gesturing in my general direction. I had a feeling that whatever they were arguing about had something to do with me.
After our little bubble burst I not only realized how many people had probably seen us do whatever that was in the pool, but also how the temperature had dropped quite a bit. Without the excitement from playing games and the heat of Tyler’s body pressed against mine I got goosebumps all over my body. I mentally cursed myself for not bringing a towel or a change of decent clothes that I could change into now.
“Shit you’re cold”, I heard Tyler exclaim as he reached me and before I could even respond anything, he was already pulling me into the house. Without the cold breeze my body started relaxing again but Tyler kept on pulling me further inside.
“I’m fine now, I can make a quick trip home to change into something warmer”, I protested but he still wouldn’t let go of my hand. We finally reached his destination and he flicked on the lights in the otherwise dark room. Only now did I realize that he had literally dragged me to his bedroom. I was about to tell him that I wouldn’t hook up with him, having shook off the daze from earlier when he held up his hands, stopping me.
“This is not what it seems like, I have innocent motives I swear. I just wanted to grab you a towel and a warm sweater for you to pull over because there’s no way I’m letting you walk anywhere alone like that”, he gestured up and down my barely covered body and I knew he had a point. It was way too cold to only be wearing that dress as well.
He told me to stay put and quickly disappeared into a door on the right side of the room, reemerging seconds later with a hoodie in his one hand and a set of new clothes for him in his other.
“This one should be long enough I think. You can use my bathroom through the door on the left and there’s a towel heater so perhaps if you put your bikini over that while taking a shower it’ll be halfway dry afterwards. Feel free to use anything you want, except for maybe my toothbrush and come find me when you’re done, okay?”
He tucked a wayward strand of hair behind my ear before giving me a soft smile and leaving the room. I was baffled at how he’d managed to go from gripping me hard in the pool to sweet and caring in less than ten minutes. I probably would’ve been glued to my spot for a little while longer had it not been for the fact that I was freezing my ass of again.
I carefully wrung out my bikini before placing it on the towel heater like Tyler had suggested and slowly stepping into his huge shower. Steam was starting to fog up the mirrors by the time I could finally get myself to leave the comfort of the hot water hitting my skin.
Still wrapped in a fluffy towel I began wiping away at the mascara stains on my cheeks with a washcloth. The hot steam had given the supposed waterproof product its final blow and I had no desire to walk around like a panda. I tried to dry my hair with a second towel as well as possible and continued blow drying it on low afterwards. Tyler didn’t have any heat protection in his bathroom but I think I’d be even more worried if he’d actually had some. By the time I was finished my bikini was thankfully pretty much dry.
The hoodie he’d given me reached over my ass and the sleeves were way too long, once again reminding me of our size difference. It had his name on it and smelled like a mix of the shampoo that I’d just used, his cologne that I’d gotten a whiff of over the past few days, and something that I imagined was just Tyler. I absolutely loved it.
Rolling up the sleeves I tried to go for a cute oversized look, instead of looking like a homeless person and when I was finally happy with the outcome I threw the towels in the hamper and switched off all the lights on my way out.
Standing in the backyard I realized that most people had left already, only those who I’d gotten to know as Tyler’s closer friends and teammates remained spread out over the patio. I found Tyler deep in conversation with Jamie, Katie nowhere near him. They appeared to have a serious talk and I didn’t want to interrupt, so I started looking for Katie instead.
“There you are!”, she exclaimed when I’d finally spotted her among some other girls. Some I had played today, others were now staring over at my seat curiously.
“So you’re Seg’s new girlfriend?”, one of them asked and I wanted to give her an incredulous look before remembering the scene Tyler and I had pulled in the pool. To an outsider it might have looked that way, hell even to yourself as an insider it might have looked that way.
“No I’m not, we actually just met two days ago��, I responded and now most of the girls were looking at you in shock.
“You met him two days ago and he invited you to a party?!”, one of them asked. I were pretty sure she was the girlfriend of another hockey player but today had been a whirlwind of names and faces and the alcohol hadn’t helped much either.
“As far as I’ve seen there are lots of people at his parties that he doesn’t know too well”, I defended myself, remembering how he’d practically ignored half of the people that were on his property.
“Yeah but they usually just tag along without an invitation and Tyler doesn’t bother with them”, Katie explained friendly. Tyler had more than bothered with me today.
“Oh, well we figured out that we were practically neighbors and he was also probably trying to make up for the fact that Gerry had chewed my 200$ slides, of course he’d go straight for designer”, I explained sighing.
The last part made everyone laugh and soon our little group was having an animated discussion on designer versus off-the-rack. I’d never really cared either way, I just bought what I liked. I had dresses from H&M or Macy’s hanging right next to gowns that were worth a couple of grand and no name purses leaning on Hermès.
“What are you girls cackling over?”, Jamie asked and I jumped in my seat, not realizing that the two of them were now standing literally right behind me.
“We want to get the fireplace started, are you ready?”, Tyler asked in the direction of everyone while only looking at me. I nodded along with everyone else and gladly took his hand so he could pull me up to my feet. He didn’t let go though, instead pulling me closer to him.
“I’m gonna go grab a drink for me, do you want something as well?”, he asked, again brushing some loose strands out of my face. I was tempted to lean into his touch but stopped myself at the last moment. I seriously needed to get a grip.
“Yeah sure, but I don’t know if I’m in the mood for any more liquor and don’t even get me started on your disgusting American beer”, I teased smiling up to him.
“You weren’t complaining earlier”, he smirked and led me to his kitchen. That’s because I was focused on you instead.
“I didn’t really have a choice because it’s kind of hard to play beer pong with anything else, that would defeat the purpose of the sport.”
He laughed and held up his hands in defeat before saying: “Alright alright I give in, even I know that American beer is inferior, especially compared to what you guys drink in Europe. I was actually planning on drinking some wine though, do you want a glass as well?”
“You’re a wine guy?”, I exclaimed surprised. “Well I never would’ve guessed that.”
Tyler threw his had over his heart in mock offense before walking to a door and showing me his fully stocked wine cabinet so I could get a good look at it. This wasn’t ‘wine guy’ level anymore, Tyler was a connoisseur and at first it didn’t fit with the way he carried himself at all, but now that I thought about it, it made perfect sense. He loved golf for crying out loud.
Tyler reached up to a bottle of red on the upper shelves and as I knew my way around a wine cellar as well, I was sure that he’d pulled out an expensive bottle. He grabbed two stemmed glasses and I hopped on the counter, watching him expertly pour the wine.
“This is my favorite, so you’re entitled to feel special because I’m sharing it with you”, he said with a wink before handing me the bottle so I could get a look at it and then one of the glasses when I was done.
“To being a great team”, I smiled, thinking back to all the fun I’d had with him in just three days. I never would have thought that I could connect to someone so deep in such a time span, yet here we were drinking wine in his kitchen.
“To us then”, he responded softly and we clinked our glasses before taking the first sip. It had a sweet and heavy taste, perfect for slow end-of-summer evenings like the one we had ahead of us. This wine was the definition of romance, because it somehow left the lingering feeling of cuddling under a warm and heavy blanket and smiling at each other the way Tyler and I were right now. It was meant to be shared and cherished in company.
“Usually I prefer a lighter white, but I think you’ve managed to convince me with this one”, I smiled down at him from my vantage point and took another small sip before hopping down the counter.
“Come on, let’s see if Jamie is actually capable of starting a fire by himself”, Tyler joked and moved both his glass and the bottle to his right hand so he could hold out the left one to me. Without hesitation I placed my hand in his, reveling in the way his big hand completely encased mine.
I wouldn’t usually consider myself a physical person, but for some reason I found yourself craving his fingers on my skin now whenever possible. It had started during the second game of beer pong, his hand on my lower back and him leaning down to whisper soft encouragement in my ear. At first it had made it difficult to concentrate, the way he rubbed small circles on my skin distracting in the best way but as soon as I let myself relax into his touch, it was very calming.
After that I couldn’t help placing your hands on his shoulders when it was his turn or wrapping my fingers around his biceps in support. His skin was so soft and touching him quickly became my addiction, the way I was pressed against him in the pool not helping at all.
Jamie had indeed managed to start a fire already and I looked around the group of maybe ten that was now lounging on the chairs and sofas surrounding the fireplace. There wasn’t really that much space left in the circle so when Tyler sat own in a loveseat, he pulled me on top of him so I could sit in his lap sideways. I leaned against his shoulder and he wrapped his hands around me before joining the conversation.
I hadn’t felt this relaxed in so long, laughing along with everyone and the heat from Tyler’s body keeping you warm. The girls were now telling stories of the worst things fans had said to them and I was horrified at what some of them had to hear. They laughed it off mostly, but I still wondered deep down how they managed to face so much shit simply because they were in love with a guy and not let it get to them. Would I be able to do the same? I had always been very independent but my entire job and therefore most of my life relied on the approval from others. I’d taken some public hits in my late teens and I still remembered how I woke up drenched in sweat most nights during those times.
Tyler kept refilling our glasses and at one point I just leaned my head back on his shoulders, looking up at the night sky.
“Are you tired?”, he murmured softly against me, but I shook my head.
“No not yet, I’m trying to see the stars but city lights are too bright.”
“I know this spot a bit away from here where you can see them really well, I’ll take you if you want”, he responded, shifting nervously and again surprising me with the sweetness of his offer. It was as if there’d been a switch flipped, gone was the cocky guy playing beer pong, a sweet and considerate but nervous Tyler in his stead. His touch had changed from demanding to considerate, now softly stroking my back.
By the time we’d finished the bottle, only Jamie and Katie were left with us and even they said their goodbyes. I had given Katie my number earlier and she promised to text me so we could figure out a time to meet for lunch soon.
I was tempted to just stay in Tyler’s arms all night, even with more seats opening up he had made no move to get me off his lap, but I knew that that would not be the best idea.
“I should probably go”, I murmured against his neck, still wrapped tightly around him. I felt him take a deep breath but he didn’t disagree.
“I’ll walk you”, he said to my surprise.
“You don’t have to, it’s literally only five minutes and I bet you’re just as tired as I am”, I tried to refuse his offer while getting up.
“I know it’s only five minutes, therefore you’re not keeping me up and you have no excuse to not let me”, he insisted and I laughed at him pouting before giving in. I could never say no to the look he was giving me at this moment.
With his hand around my shoulder and mine wrapped around his torso we slowly made our way to my house, softly swaying because of all the alcohol we’d consumed.
“Did I tell you that you look great in my clothes yet?”, Tyler asked and let go of my shoulder so he could slowly spin me around. I shook my head, beaming with happiness. I never wanted this feeling, this glorious giddy feeling in my chest that seemed to light up my heart, to stop. I was convinced he’d kiss me as we stood there in the light of a street lantern and I’d let him, but instead he took a step back and laced his fingers through mine, slowly pulling me towards my driveway.
“Text me when you’re back home”, I said as we stood in my doorway.
“Hey that’s what I’m supposed to say”
“Just do it”, you sighed in mock exasperation before leaning up on your tippy toes to give him a soft kiss on the cheek.
“Goodnight Tyler”
“Goodnight Liv, sleep tight”
Part Three here
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I solemnly swear ( Part 6 )
Summary: Y/N Potter is the twin-sister of James Potter and the current teacher for Care of Magical Creatures at Hogwarts during Harry's third year.
As the news of Sirius Black breaking out ouf Azkaban start to spread, her life is turned upside down as it gets harder and harder to keep their feelings for each other hidden in the dark.
What will happen when Harry finds out about his aunt's long kept secret?
A/N: I finally did it. I promise you won’t have to wait this long again for the next part, I’ll try my best to work on it soon! If you want to be part of the taglist, please feel free to tell me. I’ll be happy to add you!
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Word count: 2376
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You tried your very best to ignore these last few minutes and your argument with Harry, but his last words just didn't seem to leave your mind.
Liar.
Traitor.
It was hard for you to repeat these things inside of your head but you knew pretty well that he had a point with that. You lied to him all those years. And you lied to yourself too even if you thought that your intentions were good. He had every right to be confused or mad because of you. In the end you kind of were the problem.
It didn't take long for you to leave Hogsmeade behind of yourself but with every minute passing it seemed as if it would get harder and harder for you to walk on the snowy pathway.
You tried your best to keep walking but within a short amount of time the whole weather changed completely as if someone suddenly pulled a lever. The sun disappeared behind a thick layer of clouds while everything around you went out of control. There were no longer snowflakes falling silently from the sky, but a storm that cut into your skin like cold little knives. The wind blew faster every second now and your feet could barely keep you on the ground. You kneeled down instinctively and tried to shield your eyes with one of your arms. You tried to concentrate to find a way out of this mess, unfortunately you could barely even see your own hand in front of you. Your gaze wandered around until you could finally make out a silhouette a bit away from you, but you couldn't quite identify what it was.
Not until a loud growl pervaded the storm.
Your eyes widened and you took out your wand immediately. You knew that sound and you knew what was going on, or at least you thought you did. You raised up your wand, looked at the sky and shouted.
"Finite Incantatem!"
As soon as these words left your mouth the storm seemed to fade away almost instantly. Everything went back to normal as if nothing happened in the first place. You let out a breath you didn't know you were holding and stood up again, your whole body slightly shaking from the cold consuming you. You looked around yourself until your eyes got stuck on the silhouette you saw just a few moments before. Now you could see it as clear as day and your grip on your wand tightened.
There he was.
Dirty and disheveled, hiding behind an animalistic mask. You stared into his eyes in pure shock and anger, but all you could see was pain and sadness looking back at you.
"Sirius.."
Your voice was barely above a whisper right now, but you were sure that he heard you loud and clear. He laid down on the ground carefully to show you that you didn't need to be scared of him, like he did the first time when you found out about his little secret, but you couldn't help the mistrust inside of yourself. And you were sure he could sense it as he lowered his head, followed by a silent whine.
You lowered your wand resistantly and slowly made one step into his direction, but as soon as you did so he jumped back onto his feet and ran away. You couldn't process what was happening until you heard a voice shouting your name behind of you.
You turned around to see McGonagall running into your direction, concern covering her whole face.
"Y/N! Y/N, dear, are you alright?"
You stared at Minerva as if she was a ghost and she understood immediately what was going on inside of your head. She swallowed hard before she patted you on the back and pulled you towards the carriage you were driving with earlier.
You sat down almost mindlessly, a blank look on your face. She covered your body with a blanket and took a seat across from you after that. You shook your head slowly and looked into her eyes. You didn't know how to talk about this situation. Maybe because you really didn't know what exactly was going on.
You knew for sure that someone used magic to manipulate the weather but for you it didn't appear as if Sirius was the one who put you in danger. Why would he stay there if he was the one responsible for this storm? It all just didn't make sense to you. And maybe this was the reason why you felt so helpless right know. You always knew an answer. You weren't the one to be speechless. But here you were, fighting to find the right words to say.
"Y/N, did you hear what I said?"
You shook your head apologetically before you looked into Minerva's worried eyes again.
"No, I'm sorry, I didn't. Would you mind repeating it?"
She forced a small smile and nodded shortly after.
"It seems as if someone tried to harm you on purpose today, Y/N. This storm appeared out of nowhere."
"And it was all confined to my whereabouts, right?"
She nodded simultaneously and continued talking.
"I'm certain we both know who tried to end what he began a long time ago."
"We don't know for sure Minerva. I can think of one or two other people out there who would love to see me injured or even worse."
"You have to take this matter seriously, there's nothing funny about what happened."
She put her hand on your shoulder and forced a smile again.
"I believe it's better now if you take a rest until we get back. You don't look too good, dear."
You wanted to disagree with her but you could feel how exhausted you were. You pulled the blanket closer to your body and closed your eyes for a short amount of time. Well, at least you thought so.
You woke up in your own bed again. Confusion spread on your face as you saw the time on the clock beside of you. It was almost midnight by now. You slowly sat up and shook your head in disbelief, how could you possibly fade out for so long?
Right as you wanted to stand up you felt a hand on your shoulder which gently pushed you down into a sitting position again.
"Where do you think you're going?"
Just now you finally noticed that Remus was standing right next to your bed. He was probably waiting the whole time for you to wake up.
"How long have you been here?"
He smiled at you before he gave an answer.
"Exactly for how long you've been asleep. I wanted to get an explanation from your own perspective, not from Minnie's."
You could see the concern in his eyes even if he tried to hide it behind a joke. You laid down on your bed again and gestured for him to join you. You both stared at the ceiling for another minute before you finally felt ready to summarize these happenings.
"Well, were do I start? Harry used the invisibility cloak to go to Hogsmeade today, even if I told him to stay here at Hogwarts. One thing led to another and he found out about Sirius."
You paused for a second before you found the words to continue.
"He ran into the woods afterwards and I followed straight after him. As soon as I finally caught up, he confronted me with all the things he heard during my conversation with Minerva and told me that he hates me for that."
Remus turned to look at you sadly but your gaze was still lingering on the ceiling.
"I ignored it as best as I could. I told him to go back to Hogwarts and started to make my way back on my own. I just needed to get my head clear. That's when the weather freaked out."
Now it was your turn to look at Remus who had a puzzled look on his face.
"The weather changed all of a sudden?"
"That's the part where all their precious theories begin."
You forced a laugh and Remus couldn't help but join in.
"Let me guess. Minerva is sure that Sirius is responsible for the things that happened to you but you still can't get yourself to believe the same?"
You nodded your head.
"At least he's not the only one out there who would know a charm like that."
"I know you still have hope that he is innocent, so I won't start an argument again. But please promise me one thing. Please don't underestimate him. You have to be more careful, Y/N."
You stared at him as his words slowly settled in, but a reassuring smile spread on your lips soon after that. You both sat up again and you hugged him.
"I know what I'm doing. I promise."
He let go of you and stood up again.
"You should go back to sleep, you still seem to be a little bit weak. I'll see you tomorrow morning."
"Good night, Remus."
He walked out of the room and closed the door quietly behind himself. You laid down again and closed your eyes, slowly falling back to sleep.
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"Come on Y/N/N, just one prank."
"Sirius, please, I'm trying to learn over here."
Sirius walked back and forth in front of your bed since about twenty minutes now, madly trying to get you out of your dorm room to prank the Slytherin's.
"Then you shouldn't have asked me to spend some time with you today."
You put your book down and stood up, leaning against the frame of your bed.
"I didn't. I said I'll try to learn for the test we'll write in less than a week and you just said no and followed me upstairs."
He opened his mouth to protest but the right words didn't seem to get out of it. And he knew it pretty well as a small superior smile slowly appeared on your face.
"I've won padfoot."
"I won't give up so easily, princess."
He walked past you and made himself comfortable on your bed while you were just standing there watching him.
"And you believe that this is helpful to convince me?"
You crossed your arms in front of your chest and sat down opposite him. He watched you carefully before he continued.
"I just need to distract you as long as I can until you don't want to look into this stupid book anymore."
He grinned victoriously but so did you too as you put out your wand.
"Accio."
He lost his grip on the book and you easily took it.
"Oh please, love. You had better ideas than that."
He looked at you dumbfounded as these words left your mouth but he found his cool manner back again real quick. He leaned forward and took your hand without any kind of hesitation.
"Y/N Euphemia Potter."
You squinted your eyes, not knowing what he was about to do now.
"I would be honored to have you as my loyal companion in this next prank. I'm sure I'll need your shining brilliance and lack of following the rules to get out of this succesfully."
He made a dramatic pause and stood up, you following suit as he still hold onto your hand.
"Will you join me, your majesty?"
You shook your head while holding back your laughter as he bowed in front of you.
"You're unbelievable."
He bit his bottom lip and waited for you to answer his question. You rolled your eyes and smiled.
"How could I possibly say no to that."
Now it was his turn to smile at you mischievously and he put one arm around your shoulder, pulling you closer to his side.
"Listen carefully my love, you will never ever hear another idea as good as this one."
You turned your head to look at him and waited for him to explain his plan but at the same time you heard the door open behind of you both.
"Y/N/N have you seen Padfoot by any chance?"
You both turned around as James walked into the room, followed by Remus and Peter. He stopped in his tracks as he saw Sirius’ arm around your shoulder.
"You're a little too close to my sister, mate."
Sirius let go of you almost instantly as if he got bitten by snake, but nevertheless succeeded to let it look casual. You looked down at the ground and smiled to yourself.
"We have a lot of work to do, let's go."
You made your way to the door and dragged Peter and James with you. Remus and Sirius still didn't leave their spot.
"What were you doing here, Padfoot? We've searched the whole school for you."
Remus crossed his arms in front of his chest and stared at Sirius, a slightly annoyed look on his face.
"Sorry Moony, I just needed to involve Y/N/N in our next prank, you're all going to love it!"
"Sure, that's all you wanted to do here, lovebird."
Sirius glared at Remus who couldn't help but smirk at his reaction.
"Are you out of your mind, she could hear you!"
But you were already walking down the stairs, oblivious to what was happening behind of yourself.
As you reached the common room you turned around to look at James.
"I still have one question before we can start this prank."
Remus and Sirius joined you three and waited for you to continue.
"Padfoot said I will never ever hear another idea as good as this one. So what exactly are we going to do?"
They all started to smile mischievously and you started to wonder if you really wanted to hear the plan. Sirius put his arm around your shoulder again, not minding James this time, and dragged you to the entrance of the common room.
"We'll start in the Slytherin common room."
"You don't say."
"Sh, don't Interrupt me."
You hold back a laugh and waited for him to end his little dramatic speech.
"And then we do nothing more than intervene a little in the weather."
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Hey 😇 I‘m here for a matchup if you don‘t mind. I‘m an INFJ/Sagittarius bi-girl using she/her. 5‘2 (team tiny) and with AD(H)D - no hyperactivity, some anxiety issues though. I‘m a great listener, people like to tell me stuff and I‘m a pretty good public speaker. I‘m not into playing games and can‘t really read between the lines that well. People tend to underestimate me, though I stand by what I say and I have a bad memory for numbers/dates but a splendid one for stories. I‘m curious, passionate, creative, loyal, but pretty stubborn, a bit emotional, with a bit of a temper. A perfectionist with dry/witty humor and a bad case of resting b.face. I love road trips, bad puns and I‘m more alive at night than during the day. My hobbies are traveling, baking & consuming stories in any way possible (books, games, movies, etc.). I love going out to eat & trying new food stuff. Music and humor are important. Space and aquariums are cool. Tea is my lifeblood. I love smiling, I’m tired a lot and speak 4 languages. THX! 💋
Hiii!!
OK so as I read through your request I had Simeon, Solomon and Satan on my mind. (so many S...) ok nvm Satan at first he might test you & not being able to read between the lines isn’t going to be an asset.. but you’re right girl we shouldn’t be doing that on the first place so! Solomon likes fun and his kind of fun is a bit chaotic but i don’t think he has bad intentions & he’d only do that before you establish a relationship as later you’re his partner in crime instead. so maybee if you’re ok with some amount of games..? that could work out
However! Simeon doesn’t play with anyone like that. Ironically just because he is an angel doesn’t make him a saint automatically though. But his worse traits are different than your mentioned turn-offs so it’s fine.
Simeon is generally very approachable, easy-going and calm, meaning you don’t feel as anxious around him as if he were someone intimidating. Not to mention his charms i mean-
I believe both of you are great listeners which automatically gives a healthy foundation to this relationship! He also communicates respectfully and politely with everyone, especially with you. (no he cannot get as angry at you as he can at others you can’t change my mind)
Well I believe he is one of the most romantic candidates to date but I assume your isses with remembering numbers / dates doesn’t affect remembering anniversaries. Because with him you’ll def be celebrating those.
You can definitely gain his respect through your creativity, curiousness and passion! also because you came off as intelligent in this desription & when we talked
That being said he probably isn’t one to grow romantic feelings until he learns about your less charming traits also. Like he is great at reading people and that is going to help him a lot when he gets to know you.
I don’t think being stubborn would be a turn-off for him, he himself isn’t but that doesn’t mean his s/o can’t be either. Besides being stubborn isn’t a strictly bad trait.
However when it comes to your temper he is going to bea bit more cautious. But as long as you don’t direct such frustrations at him I don’t think there is going to be a conflict about that. If anything he’d probably remove himself from the situation (but like. that’s the worst case.) and after he can, he will talk about it with you calmly. It’s always about what you do for growth!
I think he can candle you being emotional much better, I mean he is great with feelings! He is the kind of person who always knows how to cheer you up. If you need to talk he is all ears! If you need distraction then let’s go on a date!
He also admires your loyalty and perfectionism! I mean I can’t really see him with anyone lazy... like even if he is open-minded and gets along well with p much anyone I think he has some standards.
baking dates!!!
oh he is also big on stories, though he also likes creating them! being with you and spending time with you and your hobbies / just listening to you passionately talk about your favourite stories is such an inspiration for him! think about that!
I mean he is one of the more easy-going characters so you can joke around with him if you wish!
His interests are rather wide, so you’re free to go on any kind of date with him, really. If you want to see some meteor shower, you can go with him. Or if you want to see some rare fish, he is also in!
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Truth, dare and confess
Pairing: Dean x reader
Word count: 2.4k
Warnings: alcohol consumption, fluff
A/N: bc I think we could all use a Dean to take care of us when we’ve had a little too much to drink :’)
*I do not own any Supernatural characters or gifs I may use*
You didn’t consider yourself to be a bad drinker. Just as Dean, you were able to drink a lot before actually getting drunk. That’s one of the reasons the two of you loved going to bars together so much. You’d always try to get the other drunk first, the alcohol flowing through your veins loosening you both up and making it easier to talk about whatever it was that came up. Sometimes the two of you would make bets with random people, betting on who could down the most shots or chug a glass of beer the quickest, barely ever losing one of them. Other times you’d just drink and talk, enjoying each other’s company.
In other words, you and Dean going to a bar together always ended in a good night. You enjoyed making bets and drinking people, especially the ones who underestimated you, under the table. You enjoyed challenging Dean and, even though soberly you would never admit it, you liked having deep conversations with him. The kind of conversations you could only have after having consumed just the right amount of alcohol.
But tonight you might’ve overestimated yourself a little.
You and the Winchesters just wrapped up a case earlier today. Said case being a nasty witch with anger issues a few towns over. Luckily neither of you got hurt, but it was a case that, in all your opinions, took way too long to figure out. After returning to the bunker and unpacking most of your stuff it, it takes one shared look between you and Dean to make a silent agreement on your next stop: the nearest bar.
You ask Sam to tag along, but he insists on wanting to catch up on sleep, maybe do some reading, so you simply wish him a good night and let him be. He didn’t usually go to bars with you and Dean, but you always asked.
Not soon after you’ve changed into a new and fresher pair of clothes. You don’t spend too much time on your outfit, not caring how it looks as long as it isn’t ripped or smells weird, and before you know it you and Dean are walking side to side towards the nearest bar you know to find, sharing an occasional thought about the case or other random things.
Right when entering the bar both of you do a quick scan of the crowd, making sure there don’t happen to be any suspicious characters hanging around to cause a fuss or take advantage of you once the alcohol kicks in and lowers your guard, before sitting down at the bar, Dean ordering drinks for the both of you.
You make more small talk as you drink your first glass, taking a sip of it every now and then and enjoying the slight burn in your throat the drink leaves in its wake.
It isn’t long before Dean hands you your second glass, grinning. “Dare you to drink it in seven seconds,” he says, challenging you as he takes a sip of his drink himself, knowing full well you won’t be able to refuse. That’s all part of the game, refusing is losing. And you both were just too damn stubborn to lose.
You chuckle, rolling your eyes, knowing just as well this was just a warm-up and a challenge you could easily fulfil. You don’t even bother asking what it gets you. You don’t care. You have nowhere to be tomorrow, except for Dean you’re surrounded by people you don’t know and you’re ready to get wasted. “You’re on, Winchester,” you answer, smiling right back at him. You take the glass and chug its content down effortlessly, looking Dean straight in the eye as you do so. He doesn’t even bother counting either.
You are in for an interesting night.
As soon as you slam your empty glass down on the bar, Dean motions for the barman, telling him to keep ‘em coming before sliding him some bills in advance. Almost instantly your glasses get replaced with new ones.
You take a sip, still grinning to yourself, when a voice speaks up besides you. Looking over you notice two men sitting on the seats next you. They don’t look like they mean any trouble so you just flash them a smile and hum in response.
“We overheard your little bet over there,” he continues. “Are the two of you in for a game?” he asks, his companion nodding along to his words.
You look back at Dean, interest obviously sparked, with raised eyebrows. Silently questioning if he’s in. As soon as a mischievous grin appears on his face you know: it’s on. “What do you have in mind?” you reply, smirking as well.
“Ever heard of a game called Medusa?” he asks, and when the both of you shake your head he begins explaining. “It’s actually quite simple. The four of us shut our eyes, one of us alternatively counting down from three to zero. On the count of zero everyone opens their eyes and stares directly at someone else. As soon as you lock eyes with someone you yell ‘Medusa’ and the person who says it last has to drink. You’re in the clear if you don’t lock eyes but, just a heads up, that doesn’t happen very often,” he says. “Get it?”
You nod, Dean mimicking you, and begin the first round. Even though you’d never heard of the game before, you get the gist of it pretty quickly and discover that you absolutely suck at it. You’d figured that with you being a hunter and all you’d be able to react faster but it turns out you were wrong. It seems to be working for Dean though, he’s barely lost a round so far.
After a couple of rounds the two men call it quits, assuring you that if they ever meet you again they’ll challenge you for a rematch. You laugh and thank them, letting them know that of course you’d never back down from a challenge like that, before they pay for their drinks and leave.
“That was interesting,” Dean says, looking down at all the empty glasses the barman has yet to clear up.
“Yeah you were pretty good,” you remark.
He chuckles, now looking up and gazing over at you. You’ve taken off your flannel, showing off more skin than you usually do, and your cheeks are burning red. He’s lost count of how much the two of you’ve had so far, but he figures you must’ve had one hell of a lot more than him. “Well I had to balance us out somehow,” he deadpans, making you laugh.
“Yeah.. I sure sucked.”
You stay silent for a while then. Both listening to the music on the radio as you silently enjoy each other’s company. You’ve lost count of the amount of drinks too. But you know you’ve had too many to really care about it anymore. Your eyes lazily scan the crowd once more. The room doesn’t look as full as when you entered, but it’s still pretty crowded. There’s all sorts of people sitting together, laughing, drinking. For a moment you wonder how many of them are here just to forget something they’re running from for one night.
But Dean doesn’t give you to much time to wonder. “Okay, truth or dare.” He asks, interrupting your train of thought.
You roll your eyes, not entirely sure if he’s being serious or just messing with you. “Really? We’re doing this?” you respond, but you know you love these kind of things and you’ve already got your answer prepared.
“Truth or dare?” he simply repeats.
“Fine,” you say, rotating on your stool to face him and make it easier to play. “Dare.”
He smiles, the lines around his eyes crinkling, probably already knowing that’s what you were going to go for anyways. Yet he doesn’t seem to have a dare prepared because it takes him some time to come up with one. “I dare you.. to do three shots of Devil’s Spring Vodka.”
“That’s the best you can come up with?” you scoff, almost disappointed that’s all you have to do. Sure, it’s a drink that contains a lot of alcohol, but vodka just happens to be one of your specialities. And Dean’s well aware of it too. You order the shots anyways, waving a few bills in the air before you get someone’s attention, and knock them back easily, not even making a face. It’s a slight bluff though, the vodka is burning like a bitch, but you’d be damned if you let Dean notice. “Done,” you say, keeping your voice as normal as possible while trying not to cough. “Your turn.”
“Dare.”
“I dare you,” you start, wiggling your eyebrows as you let the suspense build a little. “To take five.”
Dean shakes his head in disapproval. “How creative,” he remarks, but ordering and drinking nonetheless.
The two of you continue your little game of truth or dare for a while, the hours slowly ticking by. As the bar gets emptier, you just get more drunk. Without even noticing you start slurring your words, the world appearing to be a whole lot funnier compared to when you entered the bar.
As you reach for yet another glass, the barman stops you. “I think you’ve had enough,” he states, taking the glass out of your hand and putting it behind the bar. “And if you keep on going like that it won’t be long before you’ll have to,” he tells Dean. “You’re done.”
“Aww you’re no fun,” you whine, pouting, but he’s already moved on to another customer.
Dean chuckles besides you, pulling some more bills out of his wallet to cover for both your drinks and throwing them on the bar before he pushes himself of his stool. “He’s right, let’s go,” he orders you.
You cross your arms in front of your chest, frowning. “I don’t wanna go,” you exaggerate, shaking your head and pouting as a little child would when he doesn’t get what he wants. You quickly stop shaking though because it’s making you nauseous.
“I know sweetheart,” he smiles, holding his hand out for you. “But we’re gonna. C’mon gimme your hand.”
Ultimately you give in, groaning once more to display your dismay about the situation before taking Dean’s hand and sliding off the stool. “Woah, world’s spinning,” you mumble as you stand up straight and your vision goes blurry.
“Yeah okay, we’re definitely going,” Dean states, voice clearer now he’s aware of just how far you’ve taken it. Thinking of it, he’s pretty sure he hasn’t seen you this far gone many times before. Especially not when you’re out in public. He’s still not sure just how much you’ve had, but it must be more than he’s had. As he guides you outside, one of his hands still holding yours while the other one is resting on your back to guide and support you, he makes a mental note not to let you play Medusa or anything even remotely like it again anytime soon.
The walk home takes longer than the way there, but Dean manages to get the two of you home safely, much to his relief. He’s had to catch you a couple times because you stumbled over your own feet, but aside from that you’d done okay. Physically at least. Your filter was long gone and you were talking about things he was sure you wouldn’t have had you been sober.
“Dean?” you ask as the both of you stand in the middle of the poorly lit library, Sam having let only a few lights on, still holding his hand.
“Yes sweetheart?” he answers, hardly able to repress a smile about your current state now you were home safely. He decides he actually kind of likes this look on you. Your hair falling loosely over your shoulders, shoulders that, for once, don’t seem tense but relaxed. He likes how you’re not worrying about everything, as he knows you usually do.
“I love you,” you say.
“Sure sweetheart,” he chuckles. “I know.” He plays it off, doubting you’ll even remember this in the morning, but he’d be lying if he said this didn’t make him feel some type of way. He’d been denying it to Sam every time Sam asked or made a comment about it, but he’d had a crush on you for months now. He was just too nervous to make a move on you, unsure you felt the same and not wanting to mess anything up between the two of you. Even though you’re drunk and he doubts you really mean it, hearing you say it was making his stomach go crazy.
“I mean it!” you pout, stomping your foot down.
“Okay, how about you tell me that again in the morning,” he says while walking towards your bedroom, softly pulling you along with him, making sure not to hurt you in the process.
“I will,” you say with such determination Dean almost lets himself believe it.
Upon entering your room you immediately let your body fall facedown onto your bed with a groan, causing Dean to chuckle.
“Sweetheart you can’t sleep in your clothes like that. At least put on your sweatpants,” he bargains, still smiling.
“I don’t wanna,” you whine, turning around so you’re laying on your back. “You do it.”
He hesitates for a second, wondering what would happen if Sam would walk in right when he’s pulling down your pants, seeing as your not exactly being quiet that wouldn’t be a surprise, or if you start asking questions about it tomorrow. But as you add a soft please he feels himself reaching for your sweatpants almost automatically, knowing exactly where you always put them, unable resist and wanting to help you.
So he changes your pants, covers you with a blanket and quickly runs out to get you a glass of water and some aspirin and puts it down on your nightstand. When he’s done you seem to have fallen asleep already, so he presses a featherlight kiss to your temple, careful not to wake you, and moves towards the door. Glancing over at you one more time, ready to turn off the lights and go to sleep as well, but the sound of your voice stops him.
“Please stay with me?” you ask in a whisper. “Please?”
He knows maybe he shouldn’t, not sure whether you’d regret asking it in the morning, but he can’t stop himself. Can’t stop himself from shutting your door, turning of the lights and walking back towards your bed to lay down besides you, quickly kicking off his shoes before he does so. “Of course sweetheart,” he whispers back, getting comfortable enough before shutting his eyes and letting himself drift off.
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Halloween.
Loki x Fem!Reader
Contains: Pure fluff.
Synopsis: It’s Loki’s first Halloween, and you’re determined to make sure he enjoys it.
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“Halloween?” Loki asked, a confused brow raised as he sat across from you at the kitchen counter.
“You don’t know what Halloween is?”
The god didn’t react, indicating to you that his answer was no.
“Well,” You started. “It’s a holiday where everyone dresses up in a costume, usually something scary. People decorate their houses with creepy stuff, carve pumpkins, eat way too much candy... it’s basically a day to celebrate all things horror.”
Loki just stared at you for a couple of seconds, comprehending your explanation before deadpanning at you. “That is the stupidest thing I have ever heard of.”
You sighed, knowing that he would have that reaction to Halloween. Sure, it was pretty stupid. Was their any logical, important reason for the holiday to take place? Not particularly. Did you waste a tad too much money on Halloween decorations? Certainly. But it was fun. While you knew Loki wouldn’t intitially like the idea of Halloween, you knew that with a bit of persuasion, he would be dressed in costume and jamming a knife into a pumpkin in no time.
“I read somewhere that people originally started wearing scary costumes on the day to ward off ghosts.” You stated, pulling out your phone and going to your camera roll. Perhaps showing Loki consumes from the previous Halloween’s you’d celebrated would get him more in the spirit.
Usually, when it came to getting Loki out of his bedroom and stopping him from brooding, you were the one making him do those things. Watching him trying to settle into living in the compound was hard, seeing as the rest of your housemates didn’t tend to give him a second glance when he was around. Of course, Thor would occasionally have brotherly banter with him, but other than that, Loki didn’t have much of a relationship with anyone else. You’d been in his place before - being new to the compound and feeling like the odd one out. You knew it wasn’t a nice feeling, and you were determined to make the compound feel like somewhat of a home to him.
“Look.” You placed your phone in front of him on the marble counter. The picture on the screen was a photo of you and Natasha from the previous Halloween, before Loki had arrived at the compound. Natasha had her back to the camera, showing off the makeshift wings you and her had spent days crafting to try and resemble Sam’s outfit. She was looking over her shoulder dramatically, standing directly next to you in your costume. Red boots covered the bottom half of your legs and stopped just below your knee, hiding the blue leggings that you were wearing along with a long-sleeved, shoulder-less top. The top was plain white at first, before you painted the top part blue and added the red stripes to the bottom of it; not forgetting the star in the centre. To top off the costume, you were holding Cap’s actual shield in front of your body, which you’d begged Steve for you to use for the night.
Sam and Steve tried to act like your costumes were terrible, but they secretly were quite impressed.
“These were mine and Nat’s costumes last year. Clever, huh?” You attempted to get a positive reaction out of Loki, but you unsurprisingly failed.
He didn’t take his eyes off your phone as he replied. “And these costumes were meant to ward off evil spirits? I’m not sure the image of the almighty Captain America will do that job.”
He wasn’t wrong, honestly. However, he just didn’t seem to be grasping the idea of Halloween. You couldn’t necessarily blame him, considering he’d never celebrated any seasonal holidays before moving permanently to Earth.
“Halloween’s not really about that anymore. Like most things, it kinda lost its traditional purpose and became something more... fun. I mean, it’d be weird if I dressed up as Steve on any other random day. But on Halloween... totally fine.” You took your phone back and shoved it back into your pocket.
“So, it’s now just an excuse to dress up in outfits that aren’t usually socially acceptable?”
“...Yes.”
“Again, that’s the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard.”
You smacked a hand against your forehead, letting out an agitated sigh. He just didn’t get it. Maybe if the guy actually tried dressing up and enjoying himself, he wouldn’t be so critical of it.
Loki had a smug smile on his face when you looked back up at him. “Look, there’s two days until Halloween. We’re having a party on Halloween night, and everyone is gonna be dressed up. Please tell me you’ll be there? With a costume?”
His smile faded slightly. “I don’t like parties.”
“But it’s a Halloween party.”
“That doesn’t change my mind.”
Your eyes widened hopefully, leaning closer to Loki across the counter. You weren’t going to say it aloud, but you really wanted him to be at the party. You liked Loki a lot; as a friend, and perhaps even something more than that. It was important to you that he didn’t miss out on things just because he doesn’t feel like he belongs. While he hadn’t directly told you that, you could tell that was what he thought of himself. You noticed how he tended to leave a room when too many people were on it, how he never joined in on movie nights, how he would disappear during missions despite Tony scolding him for it every time.
Loki shouldn’t have to feel like that, because he was a person - he was just as important as everyone else living in the compound. And you wanted to make sure he knew that.
“Come on, Lokes.” His nose scrunched at the nickname he supposedly hated (he didn’t really). “I’ll make sure you have fun. I’ll even help you with your costume. We’re running a little short on time, but I’m sure if I finish all my work now and get started as soon as possible I can put something tog-”
“Fine.”
“You’ll come?”
He exhaled reluctantly, a small grin playing on his lips. “Yes.”
As soon as he said the word, you rushed out of the kitchen to your office to get started on the paperwork you needed finished for the 30th. Your handwriting was slightly messy, and you could barely focus on what you were meant to be doing as you thought of a million ideas for a Halloween costume for Loki. Would he want something more on the creepy side? Something more playful? A character from a movie, or something original? Thoughts whirled around in your mind as you got yourself hyped for the party, hyped to see Loki.
While you were in the middle of working, Natasha wandered into your office and sat herself on the chair across from you, making herself comfortable. The red head often came in when she was bored - Nat was incredibly fast at finishing paperwork. The woman did it as soon as it was handed to her and never had to worry about deadlines. You wished you had her work ethic.
“You got a costume for Thursday yet?” She spoke up.
“Please,” You chuckled, putting down your pen and resting your chin in your hands. “I’ve had a costume planned since last Halloween.”
Natasha raised a curious brow. “And that is?”
You smirked, holding up a finger, telling her you’d be one minute as you fled to your bedroom to grab an element of your costume to show her.
When you returned, you instructed Natasha to close her eyes while you carefully put on the small part of your costume. Once you were happy, you allowed her to open her eyes, and she let out a laugh at what she was looking at.
You had put on two black gloves, but that wasn’t all. Attached to each glove was sharp, long scissor blades that followed the movement of your fingers when you moved them. You weren’t too sure about the idea at first, as you could hear Steve’s voice already telling you about how your costume was a ‘safety hazard’, but it was for Halloween. As long as you didn’t get too drunk and forget that literal blades were sticking out of your hands, you were sure you’d be fine.
Nat tilted her head to the side, examining the makeshift gloves. “Edward Scissorhands?”
“You guessed it.” You beamed. “So, if anyone asks why all of the scissors in the compound have disappeared, don’t rat me out. It’s for the cause.”
“It’s for a Halloween costume you’ll be wearing for a couple of hours.”
“I’m sure Tony won’t have an issue with buying some more.” You shrugged. “Plus, now that my costume is sorted, I need to think of something for Loki.”
Leaning forward in her seat, Natasha furrowed her brows. “Loki? He’s coming to the party?”
“Yeah, I asked him to.” You said the gloves off your hands and laid them gently on your desk.
“And he said yes?” More confusion was laced in her tone.
You nodded, feeling proud of yourself internally for being the only one that could actually get Loki to come to the party. “Yep, but he needs a costume. Something that he won’t hate. I want him to enjoy himself, you know? If he has a shitty costume, he’s gonna hate me for making him go.”
A smirk made its way onto Nat’s lips, and her expression gave you hope. “I have an idea.”
* * *
As you skipped down the hall to Loki’s bedroom, you couldn’t shake the excitement that was practically making you glow. It was finally Halloween, and there was two hours until the party started.
After Natasha suggested an idea for Loki’s costume, you and her spent a good amount of time putting it together. She made you a list of everything you needed to buy from the costume store, and while you were at the store buying all of it, Natasha planned his hair and makeup. Yes, hair and makeup. If Loki was going to look amazing in his costume, he was going to have to venture a little out of his comfort zone.
Loki was aware that you were planning out his costume for the night, but he was definitely underestimating you. He was thinking at the most you’d give him a prop and a headband. Little did he know...
Knowing that you’d be very busy getting Loki prepared for the night, you had your hair and makeup done early, as well as your full costume on - except for the scissorhands. Although they looked cool, they were quite impractical. Your hair was curled into tight ringlets, and the dark coloured shadow on your eyelids made your eye colour pop. Several thick belts tapped around your black t-shirt, and that was complimented by a short black tutu and knee high combat boots. You looked hot, honestly. Sure, maybe your hair should be a little messier and your skirt shouldn’t be so short, but you were hoping to impress a certain someone tonight, and you didn’t want to ruin your hair by dousing it in hairspray. Plus, the skirt was just cute.
Using the hand that wasn’t carrying the bag of Loki’s stuff, you knocked quickly on his bedroom door. It wasn’t long before the door opened slowly, revealing the god wearing a surprised expression at your costume. Maybe it was the makeup that accentuated your eyes, or the tutu that didn’t quite cover your thighs; after whatever it was that caused Loki to gulp nervously, you smiled warmly at him.
“Happy Halloween, Lokes.” You greeted him, sliding past his tall frame and setting the duffle bag down on his neatly made bed. “You ready to see your costume?”
The mention of his costume snapped Loki back into reality. “I’m not quite sure, if I’m honest. But, go on.”
After fumbling with the zip of the bag, you pulled out the main part of his costume - the headpiece.
It started out as a plastic hairband, but you and Nat worked your magic, and it became something pretty awesome. The hairband was painted dark green, and long, green and gold snakes, which honestly looked sort of realistic, stuck out from it. It didn’t look like a crappy two dollar hairband from the costume store - it looked professionally made. Even Loki was pretty impressed, yet a little confused.
He reached out and took the hairband from you, examining it carefully. “This... looks like you spent a lot of time on it.”
“I did. Well, we did. Natasha and I made it together.”
“So... what is my costume? Some sort of snake man?” Loki questioned, causing you to glare playfully at him.
“No, you’re not gonna be a snake man. Do you still have all of your green, Asgardian stuff?” You asked.
He nodded cautiously. “Yes, why?”
“You’re gonna need it for your costume.”
* * *
An hour later, Loki is in a long, green cloak over a simple black tee and tight leather pants. Admittedly, you picked them out because his legs looked fine in them. He is sat on his desk chair, which was moved in front of the long, vertical mirror in his room so that he could watch as his makeup and hair was done. Initially, he was a little reluctant to having a large fuss being made on his appearance, but he secretly loved the feeling of his hair being combed and the soft bristles of makeup brushes touching his face.
Natasha was on hair duty. She’d brushed through his locks gently before adding semi-permanent green dye to certain streaks in his hair. Meanwhile, you were setting the light layer of foundation you’d added to his skin and beginning to do some subtle eye makeup on him.
“You excited for the party yet?” You murmured, tapping the eyeshadow brush against the palette to rid any excess green powder and lifting it to his eyes.
“I’d be more excited if you told me what I was going as.” He responded.
You chuckled with a roll of your eyes. “I thought you would’ve figured it out by now, Loki. You’re wearing a headband covered in snakes, you’re all dressed in green...”
Loki just looked at you cluelessly.
“You’re Medusa! The one with snakes for hair, and if you look into her eyes, you get turned into stone.”
A look of realisation overcame Loki’s expression. “Ah, I see. Sorry, I don’t tend to pay that much attention to Greek mythology. I’m more interested in the Norse type.”
“Hm, I wonder why.” You scoffed at his words. “How’s the hair coming along, Mrs Incredible?”
“Just about done, Scissorhands.” Natasha replied, sliding the snake hairband on top of Loki’s head. As always, the girl looked stunning. She was dressed as Elastigirl, and the outfit was practically identical to her outfit in the movie. You and her really didn’t mess around when it came to Halloween costumes - if you weren’t going all out, what was the point? You let Nat know that the eye makeup was finished too, and put all the makeup products back in your duffle bag.
Clapping excitedly, you ushered Loki to stand from his chair. “Alright, Medusa. Let’s get a full look at you.”
The god stood up, groaning slightly at the pain in his legs from being sat down for so long. His gaze trailed from the ground up to his full reflection in the mirror. His outfit was something he was pretty used to wearing, as it was his own Asgardian attire. However, his eyes widened at the slight green-gold colour that had been brushed over his eyelids. He eyed the headband that was sitting on top of his dark locks, surprised at how much it... worked for him. Loki was honestly sort of crapping himself, worried that he’d show up to the party looking like a joke. Though, he wasn’t so concerned about that now.
“Do you like it?” You asked hesitantly, stepping closer to him so you were staring at both of your figures next to each other in the mirror. Honestly, you thought you looked like quite the duo.
There was a short silence, before Loki cracked a smile. “You’ve pleasantly surprised me, (Y/N).”
You couldn’t prevent the grin that took over your face, and your hand raised to Loki’s shoulder, squeezing it assuringly. “I’ve gotta say, Lokes. You make a pretty good-looking Medusa.”
Loki couldn’t tell whether his breath hitched from your words or your touch, but both made him genuinely glad you’d pushed him into dressing up for Halloween.
You looked behind you, seeing Natasha packing the duffle bag and then throwing it over her shoulder, getting ready to head downstairs. You mouthed a ‘thank you’ to the red head, considering the whole Medusa constume was her idea. In return, she mouthed a ‘have fun tonight’, winking playfully before pulling open the door and leaving.
* * *
As soon as you heard music blaring through the speakers downstairs, you pulled on your gloves covered in scissors and motioned for Loki to follow you out to the party, apologising with a giggle when you accidentally wacked him in the arm with one of your blades.
You and Loki manoeuvred in between the crowds of people in their costumes; considering the party was for people in the compound and anyone else Tony approved to come, there was a lot of people dotted around the usually empty ground floor.
Once you made it to the bar, you ordered drinks for the both of you. Not something too strong, but just something to take the edge off. To take the edge off you, anyway. The regular alcohol wouldn’t have an effect on Loki, but he still liked drinking the stuff - the bitter yet sweet taste was comforting in its own way.
After thanking the bartender, you went to pick up your drink, bit were soon reminded of the impracticalities of your costume when one of the scissor blades clinked against your glass. Loki noticed your frown, chuckling gently as he sipped his own drink before placing it back on the counter.
“Allow me.” He leaned forward and spoke next to your ear over the loud music, causing your body to freeze at you being in close proximity to the god.
His own hand clasped around your glass, and he lifted it up to your mouth, tipping it towards you. Feeling the liquid against your lips, you opened your mouth slightly and let yourself sip the drink, savouring the sugary taste on your tongue. Your eyes never left his as he took the glass away and placed it back next to you. There was something oddly... alluring about Loki doing that for you, especially since his bright eyes were piercing into yours the whole time. It made your stomach turn with nerves in a way it never had before, a way that you were sure could only be caused by the man in front of you.
“Thank you.” Your voice was slightly raspy, since your previous interaction made your throat go dry, ironically after you’d just taken a drink.
“I was meant to tell you before,” Loki dropped his gaze to the bar for a moment, before bringing it back up to you. “Your outfit is marvellous.”
He wasn’t speaking next to your ear that time, so you couldn’t quite hear what Loki had said. You took a step closer to him, your chests almost pressing together. “Sorry, I can’t hear you over the music. What did you say?”
Colour arised in his cheeks as he leaned in next to your ear again. “You look incredible tonight, (Y/N).”
Your stomach was doing flips at this point, but the compliment also gave you a surge of confidence. It was Halloween, after all. Not that that had anything to do with making impulsive decisions, but if you made one and it backfired, at least you were at a party where you could drown your embarrassment with alcohol.
Before Loki could pull back away from you, you reached up and pressed a gentle kiss to his cheek. Your lips lingered on his soft skin for a moment, and you could tell his whole body had stiffened. However, judging by the smile playing on his lips, you assumed that he appreciated the gesture.
“Thanks, Loki.” You practically whispered, but because you were still so close to him, Loki heard you very clearly.
Quickly, you pulled off one of your gloves and grasped your drink, chugging the rest of the liquid in two gulps. After putting the glass aside, you replaced the glove on your hand and pushed yourself away from the bar. Tilting your head to the side, you motioned for Loki to follow you to the dance floor.
With you walking in front of him, you didn’t notice the smile that had widened on face. To think that he was going to completely ignore the existence of Halloween. He reminisced on the moment you had shared only a minute prior, still feeling his skin tingling from your soft touch. Hopefully, that would be the first of many intimate moments you’d share.
“Ow.” A voice pulled Loki from his thoughts, and he searched for the source of the cry, eventually assuming it was blond in front of him who was rubbing his arm with a pout on his lips.
“Those gloves are a safety hazard, (Y/N).”
“Shut up, Steve.”
#i wasnt expecting for this to be so long#but here we are#happy halloween y’all#a new part of princess should also be up by the end of the week :)#loki#loki oneshot#loki reader insert#loki laufeyson#loki odinson#loki x reader fluff#loki x reader#loki imagine#loki fanfic#loki fluff#loki x you#loki x fem!reader
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A Compelling Argument || Orobas & Layla ft. Ulf
timing: Saturday morning (6/20) before Lucas’ & Layla’s Party parties: @eldonash & @laylacooke ft. Ulf (mentioned) summary: Orobas helps Layla get ready for her party. warnings: Mentions of being tied up, injury, and being compelled.
With dried blood staining her face and red hair, Layla groggily shifted in the chair she was tied to. Her head was pounding immensely, but somehow, she had forced herself to open up heavy, tired eyes. It took her a moment before she realized where she was at, and when she did, the look of confusion turned to anger, “What am I doing here?” Looking around, no one seemed to be in sight, and it angered her. “LET ME GO!” With her mind automatically shifting to escape mode, Layla tried to pull her hands free, but was met with chains around her wrists binding her to the last place she wanted to be; back in Ari and Ulf’s trailer.
Orobas’ mood had greatly soured. He stood there dressed in his best suit, his expression dark, gray under his eyes, and looked beyond exhausted even for an undead. He had been numb for the last three days, unable to feel anything physically, and his emotions were quiet making him seem indifferent. When she screamed, he stepped into the room silently, looking stoic and monstrous with the lack of blood in his systems tonight. “Tsk--” he clicked his tongue. “We really should have hosed you off--” He voice held no emotion to it, unblinking looking at her still as a statue came alive. “Let me ask you, Layla,” he stepped forward, a charm settled in his tone, almost undetectable, but held power. “Are you fighting this magic?”
Orabas had been the last person Layla had expected to see. He had promised her a birthday present, but this clearly couldn’t have been it. Or was it? Had he been working with Ulfric and Ariana this whole time? Her glare was cold, and if he wasn’t already dead, she was pretty sure it would have killed him, “What are you doing here? Were you working with them the entire time?” She looked around and started to rattle the chains and chair even more, until a sharp pain ran up her leg from where Ariana’s claws had dug into skin and muscle; fresh blood starting to seep from the wound. The pain forcing her to stop moving, she noticed as the vampire now stood closer to her, “What magic? What are you talking about?”
Orobas watched her, noting the details of her injuries, and her accusations didn’t stir a reaction, his features restless. The pain that paused her struggles allowed him to speak more. “I want to tell you a small story. Over two hundred years ago, I met a werewolf who had a fierce bite, and a loud laugh, and we connected when we saved a young little girl with flaming red hair. I dared to call him a friend, I watched him raise this pup, I saw him grow old. I endured the loss as his bones ignited in flames upon a boat in the river.” He walked forward; eyes dipped in red. “You see, immortality brings repeated occurrences. Like life enjoys seeing you go through things again. Here you are, a child--” He cut himself off, gaze distant like he was thinking deeply. “What I am here for almost doesn’t feel like it is for you.” The words were heavy, and he stepped forward again. “This magic, it has compelled you to lose something of yours. Have you felt different? What I need to know is if you are still present beyond it. Explain to me how you feel right now.”
Layla’s injuries had left her weaker than she would have preferred, and she knew there was no use in trying to shift. Instead, she listened as he spoke. And that small bit of her heart ignited. It was a very small piece. Nothing that would be noticeable, if he hadn’t been inquiring about it. And while every piece of the darkness of her mind tried to persuade her to force back that hairline crack in the suffocating armor around her heart, she spoke out of some small sense of retaliation, “I feel angry that Frankie, Ariana, Simon, and Ulfric won’t just let me be. That people can’t accept what I’ve done for them. I feel like if I let that part of myself back in, I’ll crumble, and who wants to see me fall and crumble, yet again?” As she spoke tears quietly crept down her cheeks from the anger and frustration. Even though it resulted in a pretty nasty injury for Ariana, her small act of nearly crushing the fidget spinner had made a difference. But for Layla, it felt like the quiet voices of a slow forming rebellion starting in soul; and that was something she was battling to keep suppressed, if not for anyone else but for her own pride and determination to prove she was anything but a weakling.
Orobas’ gaze lingered on the tears, the swell of emotion, and the admittance of truth. Seeing anyone crumble over and over was pleasurable to watch, and something he wished even now he could enjoy if he wasn’t suffocated in the haze of his own tormented situation. In an awful way, Orobas could hear between the lines, knowing how to get anyone to that broken point with ease required him to listen, and it allowed him to know what she was really saying. He reached out and touched her damp cheek with the lightest of touch, smearing it into blood splatter-- “You know, you probably always felt this way and you suppressed it. You see, when you are not your entire self, when you swallow down things. It sits in your stomach, souring it. Eventually, it comes out. Doesn’t mean you won’t crumble again when this is over, you will-- I’ll even encourage it. No need to be ashamed. You should speak your mind more; those people should see and be proud of the things you do. Don’t you think?” Orobas was so tempted on many fronts.
That part of Layla that had broken, and was apparent in her words, was being forced back down as Orobas spoke. She couldn’t give in. She had hypnotized herself not to be the same person she once was. And with a growl, she fiercely jerked her head away from his soft touch, “No! I did this to be strong. I was born from greatness and bitten from greatness, and once I get free from these changes, the world’s going to see that. Don’t you understand? Even you have a power that people would give anything to have. Humans fear you. They don’t underestimate you. And they don’t think you’re some stupid child begging for attention.” In all honesty, all she had been doing the whole week was acting out. She was a walking contradiction looking for greatness in all the wrong places, when she had already had it all along. But until the hypnosis was broken, she would continue to force down that little part of her true self that was trying to breathe again. That little part of her that would be the return of her humanity if it could just escape, “So why are you here? Ulfric feeling too guilty for smashing a rock over my head, that he needed to call a babysitter?”
The hand with a gentle touch morphed quickly. Orobas grabbed her jaw, his hand large, and imposing, the plated bones, muscles, and tendons under its grasp creaked from the strength he just barely held back. As if with one fraction more, her entire skull would shatter. “Humans-- mean, nothing. Fear me? You think that has been my goal over the centuries? My desires? Do you know my story? Do you know who I am.” His gripped steadied. “You small thing-- you lack experience. Even in this state, you cry for attention.” He leaned forward, fangs subtly pointed, eyes molten red consuming the white looking far from human. “I’m here for him.” The four words seemed to come with vibrations of sound, the fluttering of wings, and the unseen energy of his abilities. Looking her in the eyes, his command true, and forceful. “Whatever piece of yourself that you have suppressed with this magical artifact. You will allow it forward of mind, to reverse the effects.” He leaned forward, pressing his lips to her ear so only they could hear. “And you will owe me a favor. You refuse-- I will drown you in the lake.”
Even under the influence of the fidget spinner, seeing the vampire’s change in demeanor startled her. The way he gripped her jaw made her feel like he was surely going to crush it and add to the list of injuries she had received this week. She was unable to speak. Unable to defend herself. And before she could even begin to look away, she felt herself drawn into his gaze, much like the fidget spinner had taken her. His suggestions echoed in her brain, and even the fidget spinner couldn’t ward off the effect his words had on her; the last part embedding itself deep inside and sending a chill down her spine. Blinking a few times, Layla looked around. It was like she was free from the effects of the fidget spinner; at least for a short amount of time, but there was a burning in the back of her mind. That told her what she was feeling was wrong, and that this wasn’t what she was supposed to be. However, Orobas’ words had won out, and Layla felt almost normal again, “What-Where am I?” Her eyes looking around only to come back to him and the grip he had on her made her cower in fear; much like the first day she had met him.
Orobas released her and broke the chains on her wrists. Not sure how long such a thing could last when the magic seemed strong and bound to itself in nature. Even a compulsion had its limits when battling someone’s natural instincts. He’s seen it many times over, with the dolls at the lake, and with people not wanting to hurt their loved ones. Orobas made a soft noise in his throat in answer and walked out. Striding through the door and passed Ulfric without a single word muttered. Though a glance, one of challenge towards the man he wanted to consider and friend but was doubting with recent developments in his life. His expression was distant, and not exposing his inner feelings, but it was impossible not to feel the chilly vibe off of the vampire. He got in his Porsche and drove away.
Layla was confused. Everything about the moment she was in seemed wrong. Why had she been chained? What had she done that was so wrong? But there was a nagging feeling that just wouldn’t leave her alone. Watching as Orobas left and with Ulf standing in the doorway, she knew that being on her best behavior was adamant. Whatever was hanging over her heart seemed to mask the destruction she had caused all week, and while she knew deep down people weren’t pleased with her, she also knew that she just wanted to be near Frankie, Ari, Simon, and her friends. Slowly climbing out of the chair, she whimpered at the pain in her leg. Dizziness plagued her, but all she wanted was a nap. At least, until it was time to go to a party she had been waiting for all week. A birthday party that she had hoped would make up for the year she had.
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