#her smile is. agh. how do i even tell you all i am literally in love with her

[the-eclectic-wonderer]

@\hecatesbroom (not tagging so I don't annoy you lmao) has been teaching me how to make gifs, and I'm happy to report I've been using this power for the greater good (to make gifs of beautiful women)

Bonus under the cut:

Three little Elizabeths because I couldn't resist her charm 💙

[another-day]

hey gang, guess what time it is, for the last time in season 3....

EPISODE IN REVIEW - THE SEASON THREE FINALE!!!!

spoilers for episode 19 of inanimate insanity invitational!!!!!!!!!!!

oh. my. gosh.

this was such a beautiful episode, most things felt resolved and it was just SO GOOD

if you didn't see my previous posts, i was up at 2am to watch this episode due to timezones, and it was so so worth it. let's begin!!!!!

oh the character development is amazing, this versus how lost he was at the beginning of season two is just so interesting and amazing to see. i'm so so proud.

full honesty, i have a lot of trouble emotion-wise, and hearing this kinda caught me off guard because, as much as i'd like to ignore it, springy's never been anything more than a villain to me.

it helped me realise that, yeah, springy is another character like everyone else, and they have feelings, and they have capacity for goodness. it really got me thinking, especially since this line really had me relating to them. but ah well, onwards!!!!

seeing cabby get pissed was really funny, but also she's turning the broken insult walkie talkie presented to mephone in the last episode. it was very very cool, a reclamation of power really.

can you tell i like cabby

also this was such a pivotal moment for her, and as someone who apologises for literally anything people deem wrong, this was incredibly inspirational and soooo cool to see.

the poor guy, he's been nothing but berated this whole episode

the way i literally almost screamed at two in the morning i was shivering and shaking throughout the entire episode and this was like my sould left my body HE'S BACK and oohhhhohohohoo GUYS GUYS GUYS

this was such a beautiful scene; a robot who sacrificed himself for a happy ending for so many others encouraging another robot whom was the living result of his sacrifice to embrace the life he has. THEY DRIVE ME MAD DO YOU SEE?????????

NAME DROP!!!! also i think this is the first time he's acknowledged cobs in reference to his own actions, he's coming to terms with his memories and experiences, and realising he can learn from them GOODNESS do you see what i am saying BOTH THIS AND MEPHONE 4S's SPEECH ARE ENCOURAGING HIM TO LOOK PAST HIS MISTAKES, AND NOT DWELL ON THE PAST

does this mean mephone's finally gonna treat toilet like an actual person, WHO FREAKING KNOWS!!!!! but i really hope he does i really do

guuuuyyyyss stop i'm going to cryyyyy LOOK AT THEIR LITTLE MESSED UP MARRIAGE PLEASEEEEE

i had to squeal so quietly when i saw this BUT YAAAAY MY LOVELY LITTLE CABBY WON!!!!!!! i was so happy she absolutely deserved this and its so symbolic that test tube's vote ended up being the deciding factor and AGH i'm so happy!!!!!

SHE'S SO CUTE SHE'S LITERALLY THE BEST I LOVE HER DEARLY

they're so silly and so supportive of one another, and the fact that even with balloon considering himself a more self assured person and more independent, nickel's still willing to stick by his side to cheer him up!!!

guys them look at them

"Or of..." HER OR OF HER FREAKING OUT GUYS this guy's so silly and i'm so glad they're getting along again <3333

marriage

their sweet little family i love them dearly

communication is key !! this was very cute and i'm so glad they're getting along again

THE TEETH DETAIL they're literally spoiling me dude

GUYS THEY MADE YURI REAL i love them so so so so much

because of course she'd put her prize towards a knowledge bank for everyone, cabby's such a gem you guys i love her so much

i'm so glad they're getting along now, they're such a silly pair!!!

i literally almost cried when i saw this, mephone 4's reconstructing all these things that made him feel like he was useless to push himself forward, and its so beautiful to see, i'm probably gonna print this out and put it on my wall because its so meaningful and just UGH

the heroic pose, the self assured smile, ready for anything

this was a beautiful way to cap off the season because there he goes !! its so exciting!!!!

he's gonna need it girl lets hope the season 2 finalists didn't go insane

WAAAAAAAAAAH they used the the track "don't leave me until i find my way back to you" and the way i almost sobbed my little heart out that was such a beautiful homage and track and GOODNESS!!!!!!

overall this was a great episode. though i feel some dynamics, such as mephone 4 with 4s, and silver spoon with candle weren;t explored nearly as much as i would've liked, they crew really did an amazing job on this episode.

thank you so much for all your hard work inanimate insanity crew, and i'm so excited to see the rest of season two and how it'll play out!!!

till then, i'll see you next time ooooonnn episode in review!!!!

(bada bada duuuuum!!!)

[rebelwheelsnycpoetry]

Sploot (Rebel!)

by Michele Sommerstein

brain, type: neurodivergent brain mode, loading, please stand by we will address your question in a second… (not literally) cue hold music improvised and multi-genre, chaotic jazz, cool (think Mingus) or super calm, soothing & with cats or silent songs with no static, for that is sensory disdain my brain… weird and fabulous and delayed in processing the, words details and their meaning in real time, this, information, perpetually coming, agh!

sometimes it feels like, I am performing human this, flustered alien divine exhausted from trying to translate, what this tone and that smile or that particular positioning of the eyebrows might mean & not getting it right. humans are so confusing and, I prefer the company of dogs.

sometimes inquisitive, philosopher, observing, questioning, refusing to go along with, social customs without reason or at least knowing why they exist while so many just go along without knowing why they exist and why? “Because” they said “that’s just how it is” and what?! kind of life is that?

Rhetorical questions answered accidentally chagrined but grinning, amused or mildly mortified ask me how I am doing, and I will tell you, honestly, potentially, failing to detect the presence of small talk, like a habitual waltz that's lacking sincerity or real connection, a waste of time preferring silence if the former is not an option.

Awkward (& with negative connotations) at times but only to the neurotypical. To the kindred brains, my people, weird and fabulous we are awkward but gloriously so This beauty, worth more than gold, to find your people like unbuttoning that top button and letting it all hang out Tongue out and relief this that can only be achieved, when you do not internalize the stigma maintenance daily for if you do not shine your light (but not for the ableds, not for their inspiration) if you don’t fly your sploot flag, your truth with pride (even if wavering) yellows, oranges, sequins and cats, blue-purples & soft textures or however your flag looks like, mine changes on mood then how will your people ever find you?

And I know Sometimes it’s hard. The ableism. humans. professionals who, despite having a degree from med school, who don’t get it, grossly, lacking, training, they call you, emotional & too much so as if they too, would not be overwhelmed in a world where everything, blaring at top volume hold your ears & take a look, for you are the only one in the room, bothered this sensory overload while those around, stink-face, judging what they do not know wondering what’s your problem? for their ears are not overly astute & in tune to the alarming the loud buzzing of the fridge the click click click of the clock on the wall, amplified their vision naturally dimmed to the screaming lights, those who have no need to shield their eyes saw no need to create a room of refuge for those of us who see and hear and feel it all.

those who, hold you to this standard of perfection or condescension as if they are perfect? they are not. they hear the word impairment and they think they know based on textbooks written by the neurotypical ‘she’s sweet but too slow to have an opinion of her own’ but oh, you are very much aware of the bullshit that is around you. but can not always process it in real time nor fast enough to advocate sufficient and frustrated and tears (inside)

and because all of this varies, fluctuates is not fixed or constant, but a spectrum that ebbs and flows (as if all things in life are fixed or invalid) they, who are supposedly wise and educated do not get it, even doubt it even though you are not the first of your kind and the burden of this, of being so damn misunderstood the consequences that ensue weighs on you, can wear you down but you must always remember: you are not the problem.

last night, my brain thought what if pigeons started a conspiracy theory group called coo-anon existing solely to promote pigeon supremacy based on the fear that other birds are trying to replace them even though pigeons are all around & a supervisor is just a beach hat with an obvious and fantastic upgrade

Headphones, on Sunglasses, round, retro, ready and black, worn stylish and eccentric ranging in protection from the fluorescent and not so fluorescent lights with rhinestones, cat-eye, glamour, & tassels like a cat toy, swish swish joy (for the days when I don’t mind things touching my face) for if I must exist in this world, that is sometimes too damn bright and loud then I shall do it with intention and in a way that feeds my soul (also great for hiding, like a portable form, of sensory fort)

brain type: neurodivergent. Squirrel! Sorry, what was your question? brain mode, loading, please stand by…

[aajjks]

(I forgot to tell you that Felix made everyone think that Y/N was a hallucination.)

Y/n got scared at the image of his face in her head and she also agrees with Felix because she thinks she would not be able to handle them. So she shrugs him off and helps out as best she cant while the others fight literal demons. She cleans stuff and makes sure she does not cross any boundaries.

Chan pulls Felix aside and asks him: "When are we going to tell her that the king freaking has obsessive thoughts and feelings towards her? We have to tell her to be careful, plus she does not belong here."

Felix tsks at Chan as he watches Y/N clean: "Don't you think I did not know that?!" He sighs and says "I am sorry I know she does not belong here, I have a hard time letting go, especially her and I know everyone will be struggling to let her go."

Chan looks at Felix and says "We all love her like mad but not that mad, I do not want her to be trapped here. What will happen if a demon-" He stops as Felix's eyes wided in worry then Chan rebuttals "We won't let that happen, we will protect her because she is a full human but we can give her powers to protect herself from people especially those satan spawns."

Felix starts laughing and says "Alright but what about her hiding, she also needs to hide from them too." Chan thinks as they begin to discuss how to protect her while they are gone.

Y/N too busy cleaning exhausts herself and she goes to the couch and sleeps, while Minho, Seungmin, and Jisung watches with a smile on their faces.

meanwhile with the Spawns of Satan

Ye-sol thought she saw her maid but she shrugs her off as she holds her baby that was healed. While Jungkook was in a corner rocking back and forth insanely. Ye-sol rolls her eyes as she came to him and she heard Y/N repeatedly. She rolls her eyes and says "Jungkook forget her, she is dead and you are hallucinating my darling.. come lets take care of Jia."

“Shut up, you bitch you ruined my life. And I do not care about the baby because I never wanted it. YOU KILLED HER. I WILL NEVER FORGIVE YOU AND YOU SHOULD WAIT FOR THE DAY WHEN I KILL YOU BECAUSE IT IS VERY NEAR, YE-SOL!!!! AGH I MISS HER SO MUCH I SEE HER EVERYWHERE. I will get her back she cannot die. I don’t believe it.”

That was true he had his guards looking for yn, and if she was dead, then her dead body, but he needed to find her even dead or alive. It didn’t matter anymore.

And he was going to find her himself tonight when his wife will fall asleep.

[wild-battlebond]

aftermath of the crisis arc (aka XY’s falling action) notes

137

i really like how team rocket tries to tell giovanni it was all them. they literally broadcasted it on live TV, everybody knows it was the gym leaders and etc

isn't mairin supposed to be a trainer on a journey. why does she spend all her time waiting on alain where was alain that he wasn't home anyways. did he get arrested for his involvement with team flare offscreen or something

the start, middle(ish), and end of the series all involve team rocket attacking sycamore's lab

138

it is cool that serena was able to take the initiative to put on a whole show like this

yeah if i were them I'd reuse the fanciest performance animation for this too

they didn't really need to provide resolution to the "can serena cook" thing

it's so messed up that this is the only battle serena has with ash wait did they not even finish the battle.. agh

"i want to make people smile!" appmon parallels….. 2!!!!

i don't really know how to word this in a way that doesn't sound mean to serena but i hope she struggles in her first contest. i hope she's able to learn how to show off her pokémon and such.

139 (farewell to frogs)

greninja's magical girl arc

ohh ok at least xerosic has a malamar. here's how my version of XYZ's story that involves the evil malamar can still win

this time it's clemont getting crucified "you'll be an enhanced human" that sort of thing really is at the core of team flare no matter who tries to run it, huh…

imagine if they had time to actually put essentia in here. instead they just have clemont

tbh the only time when bond phenomenon breaks my suspension of disbelief is in this episode where they can suddenly start making portals. that's just weird.

they don't do anything with it because it's the second to last episode but i have always found this concept really interesting. that all that negativity that lysandre weaponized left a lasting mark on the region (i have been trying to figure out how to put something like this in a magical girl story… hee hee)

literally so awesome that bonnie's going to be squishy's trainer one day

140

oh good delia finally showed up

i really am convinced giovanni is just humoring the three of them. you know he must have seen the actual broadcast

team rocket dropping the solrock and lunatone charms is still so iconic

"you're the kind of person i want to be!" and so the count for serena gender envy evidence hits the beautiful number "one".

and then ash and clemont get the actual closure because they get to have a battle

the flashbacks for everyone is cool and at least in the dub it's an instrumental medley of all the series's theme songs

[yelenasdiary]

hii :) i wanted to request a florence pugh x f!reader sickfic w/ a sick reader 👉👈 reader won’t admit that they’re sick but florence can tell that something’s off by how reader is acting - maybe florence feels guilty because she was working late and reader had been waiting for her but reader feels guilty because florence is busy. reader gets progressively worse (shivering with a fever, coughing) but won’t budge as florence tries to care for them until they feel bad enough to admit that they don’t feel good very dramatically

Under The Weather

Pairing: Florence Pugh x Fem! Reader 

Summary: When Florence was away for work, that was when you’d rather fall sick if you had the choice but when she’s home all you wanted was to be with her and spend as much time together as possible

Fluff | 1.3K | No Warnings

It was winter and Florence hated when you would stay up waiting for her to come home when she knew she was going to be late, sometimes coming home at 4 am and seeing you sat up in bed trying your best to stay away even just to say hello. She told you repeatedly that she wouldn't be offended if you didn't wait up for her, but you insisted you didn't mind and rather liked waiting for her. This winter was harsh, and you felt yourself coming down with a cold, only having yourself to blame for the lack of pjs you wore to bed. One of Florence's oversized tees and no pants, just panties. You liked it that way, it was comfortable, but you were starting to regret that idea as the winter nights got colder and colder. 

Eventually you put on sweatpants and some thick fluffy socks and a hoodie to keep you warm when the heater wasn't on. Billie also helped by sleeping at the bottom of your feet during the night, but it was all too late. You were sick and Florence was coming home later that night. 

"Come on Billie girl" you spoke through your blocked nose, "let's go to bed and wait for mama there" you added, patting your lap for the canine to follow you up the stairs. Once in bed, Billie curled up in her usual spot only for you to pat the empty place beside you, "come here girl" you smiled as she wagged her tail. You were soon hit with a burst of sneezes which almost scared the poor pup off the bed as she wasn't too sure what was happening. You blew your nose on a tissue and patted her softly. "It's okay Billie, let's just keep that between us, yeah?" You kissed her head before shuffling down into the covers. 

Even though you were completely covered from head to toe plus you had the covers wrapped around you tightly, you still felt so cold, even Billie wasn't doing much to keep you warm. "Agh!" You moaned to yourself before you heard the ruffling sound of keys in the front door. Billie perked up and groaned as she stood on the bed in front of you to protect you, "it's just mama" you chuckled causing a cough to come from your lungs. 

"Darling, I'm home!" Florence announced knowing you'd still be up given that it was only just a little past 11pm. "Up here!" You called before hearing her soft footsteps come up the stairs, Billie groaned once more until she could see clearly that it was just Florence and no threat to you or her. 

"Hello darling" Florence smiled as she placed her suitcase in the corner of the bedroom, "I missed you so much!" She added while kicking her shoes off and walking over to you. "I missed you too my love" you replied with a smile trying to hide the puffiness in your eyes but Florence could hear how clogged up you were and chuckled lightly, "Oh, sweetie, are you sick?" She asked earning an instant shake of your head, "No, just getting over a small cold, I promise" you gently pulled her onto the bed, she giggled and brushed your hair back, "You look terrible" she looked into your eyes. "Well, thank you very much" you chuckled as she went to place her hand on your forehead only to be gently slapped away, "Can you come to bed now? I want to cuddle" you pouted in hopes it would distract her. 

"Baby, you are literally wearing a hoodie and you never wear a hoodie to bed" she cocked a brow as she sat up, still looking at you. "I promise, I'm fine, it was just a little cold but I'm fine now, I've had medicine and plenty of water and rest since you've been away" you lied. Florence hummed while shaking her head lightly, "if you say so" she kissed your forehead taking note of how warm you felt, "I'm just going to have a quick shower then I'll give you all the cuddles you want" she smiled before pushing herself off the bed. You smiled as you watched her disappear into the bathroom. 

When Florence returned you were passed out asleep, snuggled into the covers. Florence grabbed a couple of extra blankets from the guest room and threw them over you before getting herself comfortable in bed. As she lay listening to you snore through your mouth she wondered if you had gotten sick while waiting up for her, or if she was home maybe you wouldn't be coming down with the flu. Her thoughts soon led to guilt as she rolled onto her side and gently pressed her hand against your forehead, "oh darling" she whispered to herself. 

By morning, your symptoms had gotten worse. You woke up shivering and a higher fever but still, being stubborn you did your best to ignore the flu taking its toll on your body and sniffled your way through breakfast. Florence making you both a smoothie full of vitamins and other goodness while making sure you were able to have some food as well. 

"I know what you're doing" you said before taking a mouthful of your smoothie. "Huh?" Florence cocked a brow, "you're trying to make me feel better, but I'm fine" you smiled before a rough cough tore through your chest. "Yeah, you're fine, I just wanted to make us something different for breakfast" Florence shook her head before placing a kiss on your forehead just to feel your temperature. 

As the day went on, your symptoms worsened and Florence was more worried than she was showing. Your body ached, your coughing was becoming harsher and more often, your temperature wasn't going down and you couldn't decide if you were hot or cold. Drifting in and out of sleep while on the sofa, Florence was in the kitchen secretly making a soup that her father would make whenever she or her siblings were sick. Every cough she heard come from the living room made her shake her head at your stubbornness. 

"F-flo" you called out in a tired and worn out tone. "Yes darling?" Florence walked into the living room, looking at you as your tired eyes looked at hers. With a sigh and a poor approach you stand, you finally admit it. 

"I…I t-think I'm sick" you mumbled as your eyes came to a close for a split second, "dying even" you added. Florence took your hands softly and made you sit back down on the sofa, "I'm hot, I'm cold, I'm shivering, my chest hurts, my throat hurts, my nose is blocked, my head is killing me, this is it, this is the end!" You continued. Florence listens with a playfully smile before kissing the top of your hand, "lay down baby, I'm doing to call the doctors and get you an appointment. Get some rest, take this hoodie off and I'll have some soup ready for you when you wake up" she suggests. 

You nod and lay your body back down on the sofa, "do you want some pain killers for your head?" She asks earning another nod from you. "I'm sorry" you pouted, "I just wanted to spend time with you before you leave again" 

"Darling, it's okay! I love you and you don't have to stay up and make yourself sick just to see me. I promise once this promotion tour is over, we'll take a vacation and spend the most of the free time we have together, okay?" 

You gave her a nod once more before she wandered off into the kitchen to grab you some painkillers. By the time she returned, which wasn't very long, you were asleep snoring through your blocked nose. Florence couldn't help but smile softly to herself as she placed the painkillers and a glass of water on the coffee table for you before kissing your forehead once more, "get some rest darling" she whispered. 

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[pedrosbisch]

My Sun and Stars

Santiago ‘Pope’ Garcia x Reader w/ nickname

Chapter 1- Call Signs

Chapter 2

Summary:You go out on a Friday night with your buddies, and meet Santiago ‘Pope’ Garcia for the first time Rated M for Mature themes, but would prefer the fic stayed 18+ since it gets a little spicy later 👌

AN: Hello everyone! This is my very first fanfic I’m posting, and I hope it’s up to par 😅 I’ve been delaying posting it for so long but I’m so excited to finally get this posted and starting this journey.

TW! Alcohol, Slight Violence. Please let me know if I need to add anything else!

It was just another Friday at the bar after a dull day at work. Your friend Will invited you out for drinks with him and a couple of his buddies to celebrate a friend coming home.

“Where is this guy anyway, aren’t we supposed to be celebrating him?” You ask, frustrated by the fact the person they were celebrating was nearly an hour late.

“Pope’s always late, he runs on his own time. But he’ll be here.” Will took another sip of his beer before glancing toward the door.

“He better be, I can’t stay late. I have to go back home to Maria, I promised her I’d help with the baby after I got back tonight.” Retorted Frankie.

“Speak of the devil.”

Up walked a man with curly hair and sun kissed skin. He's undoubtedly handsome, smiling before he claps a hand on Frankie’s shoulder.

“What’s up cabróns? Sorry I’m late, there was traffic coming from the airport and then there was this girl out in the parking lot who had this ass that-“

“Ah-hem.” You clear your throat, hoping to cut off whatever vulgar story he was about to tell.

“Pope this is Hail. We met through the VA, thought I’d invite her out with us.”

“Hail? Cute, what’s that short for, Hailey?” He pours himself a mug of beer, barely looking your way.

“Hail Mary.”

“That’s a hell of a name. Parents were religious huh?”

Benny snickers and Frankie leans back, preparing for the shitshow to unfold.

“Call sign. Hail Mary, as in the prayer most people say before they’re about to die; A last ditch effort. For a man whose nickname is Pope, seems like you’d know better”

“Oh baby, people call me Pope because I bring them closer to god, whether it’s out in the field or in bed.” He side eyes Benny and they fist bump behind your head.

“Classy.” You roll your eyes and look over to Will who pinches the bridge of his nose and mouths 'sorry' over to you.

“Anyways- glad to have you back safe man, but I really gotta go. Wife’s gonna kill me if I don’t help with the baby like I promised.” Frankie fixes his hat and slaps Pope on the back before walking out.

“Yeah man me too, I’ve got my fight tomorrow and I already got too drunk waiting for you. You gotta come though!” Benny says as he wobbles standing up.

Will quickly stands after and steadies him propping him up on his shoulder. “I better drive Benny home, what about you Hail? You need a ride?”

“I’m alright, I’ll probably stay a little longer. I need to decompress from work.”

“Whatever works for you darlin, text me to let me know when you get home safe.” He says goodbye and shakes Pope’s hand before walking away with his brother.

“And yous better be coming to my match tomorrow!! I need my Hail Mary!!” Benny yelled with his head flopping back and forth.

“I’ll be there Benny.” You punch his ass and send them off, leaving you entirely alone with the menace of a man you’ve just met.

“So uh— you and the Miller brothers seem close.” Pope eyes you up and down, clearly trying to figure out what he’s missed while he was god knows where.

“Sure. Like Will said, we met through the VA. We’ve been pretty close since then.”

“I take it you’re a vet then, with your call sign and all?”

Was he actually trying to get to know you? “No, my dad served. 20 years in the Marine Corps, I just drive him to the meetings. He tried dragging me in one day to set me up with Will.”

“So you two are together then?” He looked up quizzically.

“Ha! If he’s interested he sure doesn’t show it. Plus I don’t think he’s really my type.”

“What is your type then?” Pope raises an eyebrow and a wide grin spreads across his face.

“Definitely not a man some of whose first words around me were ‘there was a girl who had this ass’”

“So you don’t like me because I appreciate the female form?”

“Ha! I don’t like you because you make assumptions. Like how you just assumed that you could get me to go home with you.”

“I’m offended you think so lowly of me Princesa, and how are you so sure I want to you to sleep with me?”

“Don’t call me Princesa, and because if you didn’t want to— you’d be off chasing that girl with the ass down. But you’re here, talking to me about if I’m taken and what my type is. Now if you excuse me, I’m going home.” You gulp down the rest of your beer before grabbing your purse and speed walking to the door.

Pope rushes through the crowds and grabs your arm before you raise it to hail a taxi. You break from his grasp and slam your palm into his chest before realizing it was him.

“Agh! So you’re not all bark after all.” He rubs his shoulder and winces. “Listen, I truly am sorry for this bad first impression. But I don’t think Will would be happy with me if I didn’t at least offer you a ride home in your inebriated state.”

You roll you eyes before you look in your purse and realize all your cash went toward tipping the bartender; You sigh and toss your head back in defeat. “Fine. But you’re not coming in for a nightcap.”

He leads you to his Jeep and you buckle yourself in as he pulls out of the bar parking. You punch your address into his GPS and lean your head against the cool window as the music plays softly. The alcohol hits you all at once like a tidal wave, and your head starts to spin.

You’re thankful the ride home is quiet, and even more so when the car comes to a stop. The car door opens letting the fresh night air hits your face waking you slightly.

“Can I at least walk you to your door?” Says Pope, but this time his tone is different. It’s not assertive or defensive, almost like he cares you get home safe. And he has this look on his face, what is that look? You’re too drunk to tell.

"That would be great, actually." He walks beside you, careful not to touch you unless you expressly needed help. You were doing better than expected, swaying slightly and bumping arms as you walked side by side. You were about to send Pope off, all up until you came to foot of the stairwell.

“Shit. You can go, really I’ll be fine. You’ll be here all night watching me climb these stupid things. Without an ounce of of dignity, I may add.”

He chuckled as you planted your palms on the stairs and began to crawl up them like an overgrown toddler.

“I have all night to help you up the stairs Hail, but I’ll have to touch you. If that’s ok?”

Why did those words send fire through your cheeks? ‘But I’ll have to touch you.’ You quietly nod your head in defeat and feel two strong arms lift you from under your knees and behind your back. You instinctively wrap your arms around his neck and press your head to his chest. The world is spinning and you’re doing anything to anchor yourself, even if it’s to him.

You turn your head and shut your eyes, taking deep even breaths into his chest doing everything in your power to calm yourself. ‘Focus’, you tell yourself. Focus on literally anything but the spinning. You take another deep breath, but this time you take a second to appreciate the scent of Pope’s cologne. It smells expensive, but sooo nice. You hear his heart beating, or—wait. Is it yours? Your mind continues to wander further as footsteps echo off the stairwell. His arms feel so nice, maybe you could invite him… No, you decide. You won’t just be another drunken conquest.

You reach the second floor of your apartment complex and tell him your door number. He steadily places you down, and keeps a steady hand on your back as you dig out your keys. You open the door and catch yourself on the frame turning yourself to face Pope.

“Thank you for taking me home, and for carrying me up the stairs. This is so embarrassing, I swear this never happens.”

“Shh, it’s alright Princesa. Drink some water and get some rest, I’ll see you tomorrow at Benny’s match. I’ll bring my best manners, and hopefully we can forget about today.” He gets you a glass of water and places it next to your couch where you ungracefully plopped yourself down.

“Mmhh. Pope?” You reach, as if trying to reach him without knowing where his is.

“Santiago. My real name is Santiago, but you can call me Santi if you want.”

Your brain is far gone, blacked out in a half asleep state with no filter attached to your mouth. “Well then Santiago, thank you again for bringing me home. Sorry it wasn’t in the context you wanted. Next time if you want it to go more smoothly, ask me to dinner. You smell too good to say no.”

He chuckles and looks at you with a soft expression before locking your door behind him as he makes his way back to his car. For the rest of the night, he replays the way you said his name in his head and makes a mental note to wear the same cologne again tomorrow night.

[its-me-im-coraline]

Peculiar and Beautiful // Victoria De Angelis

words // 1333

warnings // angsty but also fluffy

pairing // Victoria De Angelis x GN!Reader

author's note // if you want to be on the tag list let me know besties, don't forget the 'sleepover' on sunday (yes i'll be saying it on every fucking post lol) and yeah, that. also, a little complaining moment from me, im currently in sooooo much pain, my tooth hurts, i got neuralgia on a tooth and ljajakjfa so if this seems high to you it means im on meds for that lol unlucky few days anywaaaays enjoy to revive yourselves from the teasers of iwbys video

request // yes, here

summary // Reader finds themself in a emotional rut. A few comments online, the constant youtube recommendations on how to be “perfect” have been making them feel some type of way, hiding away from the one person that can help them; Victoria

It was a consistent thing and that was the issue. The comments about what Victoria did and did not deserve, who she should be with, the constant shipping with Damiano… And then there were the absolutely random videos on youtube, indirectly telling them what and who they should become, at least according to all those people online. It took less than expected to cave into the vicious lies surrounding their daily life. Although they tried to take control over the situation the absence of Victoria did nothing to improve the rut they were in at the moment.

Her presence tends to be a reassuring thing to her lover. Words need not be spoken, all problems can be hidden, but the moment they look each other in the eye everything is resolved. Understandably, Victoria missing from the equation in the moment made matters far worse than Y/N could imagine.

The self depreciation came in waves. At first it was that they looked “off” next to Victoria, as if for some reason they didn’t please the eye aesthetically when together. It was a comment that was shared around a lot. They did not believe it at first until their brain led them into looking through all the couple’s photos… Maybe they are right, they would mumble before closing the phone and continuing their work.

After that stage came the personal attack. Why don’t I look good next to her? Must be my looks. Agh, if I didn’t look like that… Whenever they passed through a mirror or reflective surface they’d stare at themselves to see how they looked, whether they looked bad or decent. Never gave enough credit to themselves, sometimes not even believing Victoria when mentioning the beauty she was lucky enough to hold in her arms. Always something about being independent and not needing anyone to make them feel valuable due to their looks. Simple and plain stubbornness.

Victoria took not too long to notice how something was off with her lover. At first, she gave not too much attention to it, knowing how both missed each other and knowing how tired they were from work. But, as days passed by she could simply not ignore the situation anymore. She first saw something was off when talking to Y/N on the phone, seeing how they did not exactly respond to her jokes and comments as they usually would. Again, she wrote it off as tiredness, missing her, just as she missed them but it was far more than that. After a while they started cancelling some of their facetime call time, saying different things about having bad days at work and, although, she believed them does not mean she was not worried out of her mind. The more that kept happening the more Victoria kept stressing. Not few were the times she’d end up falling onto Damiano’s bed and almost crying with worry.

“Why don’t you tell them to take some time off? Reckon they said their boss owes them some time off work.” And he was right. The answer to the pair’s misery was there all along and she simply had not seen it.

Victoria wasted no time, rushing to get to her phone and arrange everything. Surprisingly enough, dealing with Y/N’s boss turned out to be the easier part of the whole ordeal. The real struggle coming to persuading them about it.

“Oh come one, cucciolo, I know you want to see me-”

“I do want to Victoria, but I can not. I have work.” Lies, lies, lies. They knew they were lying, work wasn’t their trouble in the moment.

“Dealt with! You have a few days of work. Your boss was surprisingly real nice about it.” They could practically hear the smile the beautiful woman wore on her face but they could not keep their response at bay.

“What?! What did you do?!”

“You sound unhappy…”

“I am not, but Victoria why did you do this before talking to me?”

“Because…” she sighed.

“You are tired, I miss you and you are stubborn. Plus, I wanted to surprise you. I thought it’s be a good surprise... Am I wrong?”

“No, no! It’s great. When is the ticket for?” Everyone knows Y/N can never say no to Victoria, even the girl knows of her partner’s weakness, targeting it with her adorableness at times in order to get them to do something like buy her fries or in this case take a break. But Y/N was not worried about Victoria’s influence on them, or rather not that influence. They were out of this world worried about how little time it was going to take Vic to see their insecurities, maybe she’d even agree with them, they thought.

The first night of being by Vic was pretty normal, just as it was back at home, full of cuddles and kisses and all the children shows and movies playing in the background while the bassist recited all her adventures to her lover.

“And Thomas just felt face first onto the pavement! Can you believe it?!” Y/N laughed lightly, eyes fluttering in an attempt to focus on the woman in front of them and head lazily hang on the pillow by the headboard.

“Are you feeling alright, amore?” She asked, voice soft as she caressed the other person’s cheek.

“Yes, love, just a bit tired.”

“It’s alright, let’s sleep. You had a tiring flight, I get it.” Y/N simply mumbled a thank you, kissing the blonde’s forehead before pulling her close in order to sleep.

Unfortunately, the momentary bliss did not last long. After being seen together people started talking and Y/N returned to the previous thought pattern, this time getting deeper into their insecurities. They felt like they were not enough for Victoria so, while trying to not be suspicious they started distancing themselves from her. They would avoid kisses, get away way to soon for both their liking, sleep early, sleep-in… No matter what they stayed away from too much interaction with Victoria, and she was getting sick of it.

Finding them walking down the hallway from the stairs to their hotel room, Victoria rushed to her partner, making sure to get in the room with them quickly, before they had the chance to hide away - again.

“You are ignoring me,” she simply stated, voice stern but never elevated.

“O-of course not, what are you on about?!” Voice was trembling and eyes were looking everywhere but the exasperated blonde.

“Yes -agh- yes you are! You were all over me when you came here, which I’m not complaining about, and then the next day you all but slept in the tab to avoid me! What is going on, Y/N?” The use of their name might have stung just a little bit, enough to make them talk. They always got worried when Victoria went all first name basis rather than cute pet names.

“I-” they hesitated for a second but the strict look on the woman’s face made them continue.

“People talk, Victoria.”

“About what? What does-”

“About us and you and me… It’s always how I am not a good fit and other things like that and maybe they are right.”

“You don’t seriously believe that, do you?”

“Of course I believe that! Look at you, Vic, you are perfect and me? Well, I am me.”

“And that’s exactly why we are together. Because you are you! Y/N, you being who you are is why I fell for you. Your little quirks, those strong characteristics you get insecure about are literally what make you who you are, that individualize you.”

“Really?” They asked with hesitation, fearing the chance of her lying.

“Of course, cucciolo. I love those things that make you different. Reminds me that there is no other one like you and it simply makes me longing for you more,” she praised while leaving kisses all over their neck.

“I simply love you.”

tag list: @bieberhoodforever @tabi-toast @ginny-lily @moriro-da-regina

[alpacaparkaseok]

Inside “The Pact”

Hello! For those of you that followed along with The Pact, I received a few questions and requests to get an inside look. I’ll link the post here that explains a bit more about what this is gonna be about. 

We’re gonna break this down into sections: first will be answering your questions about The Pact & the characters. Then I’ll show you guys a little about my notes & decision making process (which is very obscure because I just tend to keep a hypothetical tab open in my brain most of the time lol) as well as some pictures of my ideas!! 

Thanks for requesting such a fun thing to do now that this series is over. It’s been fun to look back!

Q. What song did the boys dedicate to y/n?

A. “Her” || This is a sad song, but I felt like it fit so well with how the boys had to hide a part of themselves (their feelings) away for the sake of the pact!

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Q. Did the boys get mad/how did the boys react to Jungkook’s kiss?

A. Jungkook was a little shocked, and felt extremely guilty on the drive back home. He wasn’t sure if he could stand to tell his hyungs, but he also knew he couldn’t lie to them. Naturally, the second he walked in the house and everyone saw his face, they knew. It was just quiet, everybody was a little hesitant to say anything/bring it up because they were all upset. Only Jimin has heard all of the details of JK’s kiss, whereas the others are simply aware that he kissed her and that’s that.

Namjoon was the most upset, although he didn’t say anything. He just sat there on the couch and did the jaw-clenching thing he always does. Yoongi just tried to change the subject and ask about other aspects of the date. Taehyung was actually pretty pissed, especially because he’d been so good about refraining from kissing you even when you’d asked for it. Hobi had a chat with him later that night and calmed him down. Jin wasn’t angry so much as he was worried that he missed his shot & couldn’t stop replaying his date in his head.

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Q. Who fell for y/n last?

A. Namjoon. He’d had a little crush, and that’s why he was willing to go along with the pact. But it hit a point less than a year ago when he fell hard and fast. (you called him in the middle of the night when he was on tour and he realized that your sleepy voice is possibly the most beautiful thing he’s ever heard) The boys noticed and as a result teased him endlessly about it, because he doesn’t quite know how to navigate his feelings. 

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Q. Who did the boys bet on? (We already know that Jimin bet on Yoongi and won lol)

A. Namjoon bet on JK, Tae bet on Hobi, Hobi bet on JK, Jin bet on JK, and Yoongi bet on Jin, and JK bet on Namjoon (because we all know JK would pick Namjoon lol)

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Q. Didn’t y/n ever date other guys? How did the boys react?

A. hahaha ok I actually would have such a fun time writing this Yes, she dated around a bit. For the first year of the pact, she had an on again, off again bf. It wasn’t very serious, and she always made that clear to the boys. They still hated the dude. After they broke up, she only went on a few dates here and there. Didn’t really seriously date. (except for that one time she went on vacation and had a fling, but everyone has decided to forget that) They just smiled and supported her, although Tae was always very clear that he didn’t like any of the guys she dated. 

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Q. In Namjoon’s date, who was the 1950′s author mentioned?

A. Agatha Christie, the queen. 

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Q. How did y/n meet Jimin? (he was the one that introduced her to the rest of the group)

A. She was a PR intern for Lee Hyun. Jimin and Lee Hyun are close, and they crossed paths fairly often until Jimin decided to invite her to hang out. 

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Q. What is y/n studying in school?

A. Public Relations (which will honestly come in handy with her new relationship lol)

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Q. Where was Jin in the last chapter when y/n came to the studio?

A. Agh how could you ask me this and bring back all that pain?! Jin was at his brother’s restaurant for some much needed R&R. He ended up staying the night with him, not wanting to go home just yet and have to face his decision.

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Q. Who would you personally choose to end up with and why?

A. KIM SEOKJIN. Date #5 was basically for me lol. Like, unapologetically wrote that for myself. Not just because he’s my bias, but because I personally felt like I could picture myself chilling on that couch watching Dateline with him. And it was beautiful. 🤧 Also, while Jin can be loud and goofy, he’s an introvert. I’m an extravert with introverted tendencies, so I just feel like his date would have been the most comfortable for me.

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CREATING THE PACT - AN INSIDE LOOK AT MY NOTES

First thing’s first, I have an on-going page in my notes on my phone which is FILLED with ideas & half-formed thoughts. Before I began writing The Pact (or even Spooked, for that matter), this happened:

So you can see that I had no idea what I was doing lol, but I thought that it would be cool. Mainly I wanted an excuse to write OT7 and display all the members in a sweet light. Also, we see that not all of these actually made it into the series. (Tae w/ the family)

BUT THEN, “SPOOKED” HAPPENED, AND A GOLDEN OPPORTUNITY POPPED UP 

ngl, I cracked up when I looked back at my notes and saw this. 

“Sweet Gloria what am I doing to myself” 😂😂 this was when I was pushing “Lost & Found” out and planning for Taehyung’s series (which is why so much is blocked out on my notes, because it’s riddled with spoilers lol) so I literally had no idea why I was jumping into another project as I was already super busy. That’s why I scheduled it for just Saturday’s! (and also why I sometimes posted super late at night lol)

As you can see, Seokjinnie’s date was literally always on my mind. From the very beginning. Which is odd, considering the fact that he didn’t end up being endgame. wow it’s like he’s my bias or something

Occasionally I’d take breaks from hw and work on getting to know how the boys were with y/n. Quotes and poetry serve as a great source of inspiration, and I assigned a quote to each member. (notice the little stars by Jin, Yoongi’s and JK’s names lol, they were my top three as I’m sure you’ve noticed by now)

There were a couple of things that I didn’t think of adding until I was reading through your theories and got an idea of what you needed to push the series in the right decision. i.e. bringing Gina back to explain that she closed the door in Spooked. 

I have a whiteboard in my room that I use to map out what I need to do that week for whatever series I’m working on (as well as jot down ideas for new series, which I why this photo doesn’t show the whole board haha) 

So here’s a peek at my thought process for writing about how the pact was formed. Sorry if you can’t read it haha

NOW, the last few questions you guys had:

Q. Did you ever change your mind while writing the pact?

A. Yes! I actually originally intended for Hobi to have written the note. It fit very well with how angry he was at first and how worried he was during the date. But by the time I'd gotten to Jin’s date I kinda knew that he wouldn’t be that petty but Jin would haha

I also planned on Yoongi kissing y/n on their date. It was supposed to be on a rooftop somewhere, which we know didn’t happen. In fact, I didn’t really intend for their date to be so disastrous until I was coming closer to having to write it. I think I was a mess, so the date was a mess lol

I had no idea what I was doing for Tae’s date until I wrote it, all I knew was that there had to be a museum. The rest I just made up as I wrote and hoped that it made sense. (also, for some reason I hated the museum portion of the date. Idk why, but it just felt so stark to me. still don’t like it lol)

Q. When did you know how it was going to end? 

A. That’s a....difficult question lol. Honestly, I thought of just doing an audio recording and uploading it because it I didn’t really know how to put it into words, but then I realized that most people probably wouldn’t wanna listen to that lol. So here we are. 

I had the ending scene in mind before The Pact even became a thing. I knew I had a series that I wanted to end with baking cookies. (weird, I know.) It didn’t exactly go how I planned, but I remember having the thought while writing Spooked (when I thought I was just writing a one shot) that it would be nice for y/n to be with Yoongi. I just instantly felt like they had a connection, when he was the first one she went toward. From then on out, I always kinda kept Yoongi in the background. 

I had a crisis about halfway through (right before Jin’s date) when there were a bunch of people rooting for Tae, because he hadn’t even been on my radar. But then Jin’s date went much better than I thought it was going to/received better, so I think that got me back on track. 

But from the beginning, Yoongi was #1. (I wrote this in the back of my Career’s notebook lol) when I was trying to figure out for myself who wrote the pact. 

So yeah! There you have it! Just an FYI, I had to physically restrain myself from throwing caution to the wind and making Jin endgame. Especially when so many of you were on board. :( However, the survey helped because Yoongi was the majority of votes (closely followed by Jin & JK) and that showed me that we were still on the right track! 

Ngl, my brain stopped working around Wednesday of last week, so writing the finale took FOREVER because nothing would compute. But I’m so happy you guys enjoyed it and reached out to me about it! This really is like a part-time job most days, and I really felt like this series paid off. 

Hopefully I covered everything! To end, here's the most satisfying part of every project for me:

Thanks guys!

[lnarizakis]

you and i.

with atsumu miya. 

in 2.2k words. 

tags mutual pining, fluff, in which atsumu tries to scare the unscareable.

“‘I love you,’ he told her, after all these years of his longing eyes following her swaying body; after all these years of his always looking for her but never finding her. 

“Pensive, she looked down, at the ground, or at her feet and whatnot, then back up at him. ‘I love you too,’ she replied, after what seemed like the time it took for him to tell her he loved her. She took his hands in hers, and reached in, ever so slowly, and…”

The book was taken from your grasp before you could ever read what was to come next. You stared at empty hands, then up at the thief of your book. 

“Ah!” he gasped, “Did I scare you this time?” His words came out of him so fluidly and so repetitively that anyone would have known this was a long-time challenge of Miya Atsumu: to scare the unscareable. He’d done everything he could think of to get you stiff in the legs, cowering in fear, or just gasp aloud, but everything he managed to do ended with a “No, Atsumu-kun, you didn’t scare me today.”

It happened again. You held out your hands for him to return the book, and you said aloud, “No, Atsumu-kun, you didn’t scare me today.”

He let out another sigh in defeat and trudged back to his own seat in the classroom. There he sat not wallowing in the misery of his failure, but in the heat of his embarrassment, flustered as he held his hand that brushed against your own.

Atsumu’s brother Osamu noticed long ago the change in his brother— he wanted to assume it was back in your first year of middle school when Atsumu was surely (though, of course, he didn’t know it himself) in love with every part of you. If Osamu were to presume an exact time at which you were all Atsumu could ever focus on, he would say it was on one cold afternoon, and the three of you were having lunch together… 

“Well—! Well, it’s clearly Osamu who’s the one bad at keeping secrets!” Atsumu exclaimed. The tips of ears grew red from embarrassment; neither you nor Osamu believed it was the chill in the air that made him stutter in his words, his eyes dart all over the openness of your middle school playground, or the corners of his mouth twitch in the formation of a smile. One hand itched the side of his face while the other gripped his sandwich, which was clearly falling apart from his firm hold on it. 

“How is it a secret that you pissed the bed? I’m absolutely positive that (Y/N) would think you’re the bed-wetter type,” Osamu refuted, emphasizing his sureness. “What, should I tell ‘em why exactly you wet the bed, hm? All ‘cause you were afraid of that super-scary movie we watched before going to sleep?”

“It’s Sadako, of all the movies we watched! Of course I would be scared! I’m sure (Y/N) would be just as scared, huh? Wouldn’t you, (Y/N)?” Atsumu was so close to shouting at his brother, but he was so out of his seat to lean forward, closer to Osamu practically to spit in his face. Long forgotten was his sandwich, but you next to him brought him back down to his seat and his senses. He turned to you, almost in desperation that you’d agree with him. 

You hummed. “I’m not scared of anything.”

Osamu sputtered out a laughter. Atsumu stared slack-jawed at you, then shot his eyes toward his brother. 

“This isn’t some laughing matter, ‘Samu! You guys are just makin’ me out to be a wuss right now!” Atsumu exclaimed. 

He then added, “... Which I am clearly not!”

Again, Atsumu sat back down in his seat, as he found himself standing from the excitement bubbling in him. He sighed, hesitating to raise his white flag in defeat, and he rested his head on the slightly-sticky lunch table. Atsumu whined aloud from his skin touching the cold plastic of the table.  

“There’s something you’ve gotta be scared of, (Y/N),” Atsumu said after a while of Osamu’s silent chewing and the pages of your book crisply turning. 

“There’s nothing, really.” You continued with the book you were reading, deeply engrossed in it. There was a small smile resting on your face, Atsumu noticed. Something in him made him want to reach up and brush the strands of hair that fell over your gentle eyes— were you not aware of your vision being slightly covered, or was Atsumu reading too much into your appearance right now?

You turned to Atsumu, and he thought you were going to comment on his eyes that couldn’t peel themselves away from your face. Instead, he was faced with words that pierced his heart warm.

“Well, you can try to scare me, though.”

Atsumu thought he was being challenged, but as he looked back on his blooming feelings for you, it seemed like a taunt. Though, it was all the taunting that made him feel it was his end goal: to get you to lower your walls and reveal expressions you never would have made if it weren’t for him. The diamond in the rough was just taunting him to brush all that dust off itself. 

You were, in every way, his greatest challenger…

… and it was all the more reason for him to fall for you. 

It was a week before Halloween where he found himself looking out the window, staring at the orange leaf that clung persistently to the naked branch of the tree, despite the chaos of the wind pushing it all sorts of directions. His hand still tingled from his earlier actions, which really didn’t help with the lack of notes in his notebook. Atsumu carefully took a glance in your direction, where you sat with poise a few seats behind him, taking diligent notes. 

In actuality, the corner of your page was scrawled with the same words again and again: “You and I, You and I.” It was the last line of your book Atsumu had snatched from your hands that morning, and it was the line that left you in chills the first time reading it, and again the fourth time skimming over it. 

It was the line you wished was to become of you and Atsumu. 

“You and I.”

“What’s that mean?”

It was a week after being in your new high school, and you still hadn’t gotten used to Atsumu’s and Osamu’s newly colored hairstyles. Your eyes lingered up at Atsumu’s blond hair before trailing down to his brown eyes as you told him it was the last line of the book you had just finished reading. 

“What’s it about?” Atsumu asked you, still standing above you as you sat patiently at your desk, waiting for class to start. 

“Oh, it’s really the best book ever— It’s about this boy who’s so hopelessly in love with this girl… and he does everything he can to get her to fall in love with her…! And I’m pretty sure you’re never going to read it, so I’ll just tell you what happens.

“At the end of the book, the boy goes up to the girl, his hands in his pockets, right? And he’s lookin’ down at the floor, ‘cause he’s all nervous and stuff, and he goes: ‘I love you!’ and the girl is just so relieved because after all these years… she’s liked him back. Ever since they were small children. Isn’t that so romantic?”

He hummed, giving you a slight nod. All of that rambling of your favorite book made you feel yourself heating up, and you were positive it wasn’t the warmth of the spring morning. Atsumu then pummeled his fists onto your desk, creating a “Bang!” that was sure to scare you out of your wits. He even added his own “Ah!” of his own to surprise you even further. 

“Did that scare you, (Y/N)?”

“No, Atsumu-kun, you didn’t scare me today.”

Atsumu turned back to face his notes, or whatever was written hastily on the blank page. He’d got to try and scare you at least on Halloween. There was no way he’d ask for the help of Osamu or Suna again, who had so seriously suggested that Atsumu should scare you by Facetiming you so early in the morning, with his crusty eyes and raspy morning voice. He couldn’t ask Kita or Aran, either, who would tell him not to scare you in the first place. 

He sighed wistfully. It was much too loud for his own taste, for his teacher jerked his head back, barking at Atsumu, asking him, “What’s so tiring about my class, Miya-kun?”

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The days came and went, and soon enough, Halloween greeted you with a tap on the shoulder. You shrugged its greeting away, hoping to pass through this day like any other, though you knew Atsumu was to have something up his sleeve for today. 

Of course, he did. Atsumu’s plan was menial— silly, almost— but he was sure it was to leave you stiff, standing still right when he jumps out at you from around the corner. After school, you were to walk from the second years’ hallway to the shoe lockers by the entrance of the school building. As you turn the corner, Atsumu will jump out at you, startling you and perhaps even dropping whatever you had in your arms. It was the perfect plan, and it was sure to work out in the end, leaving him the victor. 

Atsumu smirked to himself as he leaned against the wall, waiting for you to pass by. Soon, the soft pitter-patter of your shoes grew louder in his ears, and he huffed out a breath, getting ready to jump out and scare you. He squared his shoulders, held his chin high with pride, and his concentration hardened his expression to give everyone passing by the extra scare factor. 

You were coming close, and Atsumu could almost feel your presence. With a pivot just as graceful as a precise setter’s first step, he jumped out in front of you from behind the corner, and shouted right in your ear, where it would soon be sore for days. 

Upon seeing Atsumu, you stilled in your tracks. You drilled bored eyes into Atsumu’s face, which glowed with the spirit of a champion.

“I scared you…! I finally scared ya!”

“No, Atsumu-kun, you didn’t scare me today.” You passed by him, who wilted in defeat once again. He slouched only enough for you to notice, and you pitied him only slightly. A slight chuckle made its way through your closed smile as you looked down, so as not to reveal your flustered expression. 

He groaned. “Agh, I still haven’t scared ya? And it’s literally Halloween, the scariest day of the year! I’m supposed to scare you on this day!”

“It’s okay if you can’t,” you said, attempting to console him, “Halloween’s just some regular day, just like any other.” He followed you to the shoe lockers, where you both began to exchange your indoor shoes for your outdoors ones. The two of you continued on to the front gate, where Atsumu argued with you. 

“Sure, it’s some regular day to you, but it’s not to me! It’s, like, the six-thousandth year anniversary of me trying to scare ya, and, like, the eighteen-thousandth year anniversary of me havin’ the biggest, dumbest crush on you—!” 

Your heart stopped, and so did you. Every part of you went stiff, and you couldn’t find it in yourself to turn around, even if it was just your head, and ask Atsumu to repeat what he said. You thought your breathing went shallow as you managed to look behind you at the boy, he himself just as frightened of his own words.

“Did you just say—?”

“That I like you?” Atsumu paused. “Yeah, I did.” 

You let out a breath, almost exasperated, as you exclaimed, walking closer to him, “You…! You scared me! Thought after all these years… you’d never say it…” 

The two of you grew silent, and as your head hung low from the embarrassment that pushed it down, all that filled your vision was the dust that accumulated at your worn-out shoes and a couple dried leaves that danced past Atsumu’s feet. 

“I scared you, didn’t I?” was all he could say. You jerked your head up at him with the most exasperated expression, and all he had to give you was a smug look, claiming himself the winner— though not in the way he wanted. Still, the fluster adorned your face, and so you brushed your hair out of the way for Atsumu to rest his forehead on yours. 

He exhaled. “I finally did it,” he mumbled through a smile, “I scared you and you’re mine now, too. Double win.”

You pulled away from him. “Since when am I yours? I never told you I liked you.” 

Atsumu whined, groaning aloud, “Huh? Now I gotta get you to say you like me back, which probably won’t happen for another five years? You’re so unfair, (Y/N).” He reached for your hand, which you gladly took in yours, and the two of you began walking home in unison. 

His hand was warm. 

You clasped it tighter. 

“You and I,” you breathed out.

Atsumu turned to you. “You say something?”

You shook your head, smiling softly to yourself. “No, it’s nothing.”

It’s just you and I.

happy birthday, hana! @wansseul

[fanficshiddles]

Trust, Chapter 26

Not long after Loki had left, Darcy saw Jane dragging a large suitcase down the corridor towards the front door.

‘Jane? Where are you going?’ She asked, confused.

‘I’m leaving!’

‘Well, clearly. But why? And where?’ Darcy folded her arms over her chest.

‘Thor dumped me. Alright?’ Jane snapped.

Darcy’s eyebrows went flying up. ‘Oh… Sorry to hear that.’

‘No, you’re not!’ Jane snapped at her again.

‘Hey, I don’t know what the hell your problem has been with me for this last year. But don’t take it out on me, I’ve done nothing wrong to you. It’s not my fault if Thor has dumped you.’ Darcy said firmly.

Jane sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose. ‘It is your fault he’s dumped me. He said he was jealous of what you and Loki have. That we aren’t as fun as you two are. You aren’t even a couple! It’s ridiculous!’ Jane screeched.

Darcy was surprised to hear that.

‘I… wow. Well, again, not my fault that I’m such an ace friend.’

‘Piss off, Darcy.’ Jane said, having had enough she continued on.

‘Fine, be like that!’ Darcy shook her head and headed off.

But then she realised, would The Avengers still want her here if Jane wasn’t working here anymore? She was technically still her apprentice.

She came across Tony and Natasha in the lab.

‘Do you guys know that Jane has just stormed out with her suitcase?’ She asked them, pointing over her shoulder.

‘Yep.’ Natasha nodded. ‘We witnessed the whole thing before Thor left, unfortunately. Thor telling her it was over, it was… brutal.’

‘Wow… Okayyy…’ Darcy didn’t know where to go from there.

‘You’re not gonna leave us too though, are you kid?’ Tony asked, looking worried.

‘No! No… I mean, not unless you want me to go?’ Darcy asked.

‘Hell no! You’re too much fun having around.’ Tony went over and ruffled her hair, she whacked his arm and laughed.

‘Well, as long as you’re not chucking me out, I’m staying.’ She smiled.

‘Blake is welcome to stay, too. I know he doesn’t live here, but he’s smart. I wouldn’t mind taking him on as my apprentice if he wants.’ Tony offered.

‘Oh, cool. I’ll see what he says, I’m sure he would love it.’ Darcy smiled.

She then went to find Blake, he was in the library getting some books for research. Darcy told him that Jane wasn’t here anymore, so he didn’t need to get the books now. She then told him about Tony’s offer and he was so excited about it.

‘So, is Loki gone?’ Blake asked as he went with Darcy back to her room. They decided to have a movie day.

‘Yeah, he’s off to get married.’ Darcy said, trying to keep happy.

But she felt a horrible feeling in the pit of her stomach that she couldn’t get rid of.

-

‘You used to hang out with Loki a lot.’ Blake commented later in the day, when he and Darcy finished their second film.

‘So?’ She looked at him.

‘Well… It’s a bit weird, isn’t it?’ Blake asked.

‘No… How is it weird? People hang out with their friends all the time.’ She frowned.

‘I know. But, is he just your friend?’

‘What’s that supposed to mean?’ Darcy sat up straight and glared at him. ‘He’s my best friend.’

Blake’s eyes widened a little. ‘I just mean… You seem to spend a hell of a lot of time with him. And you’re always laughing with him, way more than with me. You seem most comfortable around him.’

‘Are you jealous of my friendship with Loki?’ Darcy stood up and put her hands on her hips. ‘I’ve known Loki a lot longer than you, and been through a lot with him. He’s literally saved my life. He’s not a bad person like people think. And the one time I slept with him was a one-night stand when you weren’t even in existence in my life!’

‘You’ve slept with him?’ Blake asked, shocked.

Darcy frowned. ‘I’m surprised the others didn’t tell you already. It’s no big deal, I wouldn’t do that now I’m with someone. We were both single, feeling good after a party with alcohol, both horny.’ She shrugged. ‘It’s not exactly a big secret, everyone else knows.’

Blake ran his hand down his face and sat forward on the bed.

‘Where has all this come from? You know I like you, Blake.’ Darcy sat down again.

‘Do you love me?’ He asked, turning to face her.

‘Wh… what?’

‘Do you love me?’

Darcy sighed. ‘It’s too soon, Blake. You know I don’t bond easily, I’ve told you this. I really like you, and could I see myself with you in the future? Yes. Do I love you right now? Not in the way you want, not yet. It takes time.’ She tried to be as sincere as possible, she knew Blake loved her quite early on in their relationship.

‘Do you love Loki?’ Blake asked and looked directly at her.

She frowned. ‘Well… I…’

‘It’s a simple question, Darcy. Do you love Loki?’

‘Of course I do, but not romantically. He’s been in my life a long time, I trust him with my life. As I said, he’s my best friend.’

‘Why do you not love him romantically?’ Blake asked.

She paused for a minute, thinking. Why didn’t she? Or… did she? Was that what all these feelings were lately, coming to a head?

‘Because… I’m with you, and Loki is getting married, probably right now as we speak.’

‘But if you weren’t with me, and he wasn’t getting married… Would you be romantically involved with him right now?’ Blake asked seriously.

‘No… why are you being like this? You’ve never said you’ve had an issue with him before?’

‘Because you’ve been so distracted today. I know you’re thinking about him getting married.’ Blake sighed.

‘Yeah, cause he’s my best friend and I’m not able to be there.’ Darcy shrugged.

‘Stop with the crap, Darcy. You’re just lying to yourself now, not just me. Go and stop him. I’m sure it’s not too late.’ Blake smiled softly and put his hand on her shoulder. He knew he would never have her true love.

‘Wh… What? I’m… I’m with you, Blake.’ Darcy’s eyes widened.

‘You’re not a bad person, Darcy. But your heart belongs to Loki, not me. You just need to admit it to each other, before you both get in too deep with someone else.’

Darcy felt her heart pounding against her chest as the realisation washed over her.

She didn’t love Blake. She never would, when all she wanted was what she had with Loki. Whether that love was romantically? She wasn’t entirely sure, but she knew that she didn’t want to live without him. She loved him, as a friend. Maybe more…

-

Darcy ran as fast as she could through the compound. Natasha and Clint tried to stop her, but she just barged past them without stopping. ‘Can’t stop! Need to stop the wedding!’ She yelled as she kept running.

By the time she got outside onto the green, she was exhausted. She was not a runner.

‘Come on, think think think. What’s his name?’ She muttered as she looked up to the sky. ‘Himding? No… Himdill? Agh fuck!’ She hit her forehead a few times, trying to think. Then she suddenly remembered.

‘HEIMDALL!’ She shouted up to the sky.

Suddenly the bifrost opened up over her and she was whisked through space to Asgard.

She quickly stumbled into the observatory and looked up at Heimdall.

‘That is not as smooth alone… Thanks for getting me here! I wasn’t sure if it would work without Loki or Thor.’ She said sheepishly.

‘The Allmother told me to keep an eye on you.’ Heimdall smiled slightly.

Darcy’s eyes widened. ‘I… I don’t know where I need to go now.’

‘There is a horse waiting for you.’ Heimdall tipped his head slightly to the side.

Darcy rushed outside and there was indeed a horse waiting.

After many attempts to get on, one of the attempts included her falling straight off the other side. But eventually she managed to scramble on and get the horse moving into a trot. She bounced around all over the place but managed to remain on until she got to the palace.

There was a guard outside, Birger. He rushed over and took hold of the horse’s reins, holding him steady as she slid down.

‘Miss Lewis. Nice to see you again.’ He said politely with a nod.

‘Oh, hi Birger. I’m sorry, I need to find Loki! To get to the wedding. Am I too late?’ She said in a rush as she blew at her hair to get it out of her face.

‘The wedding? It’s too late... They already left for Vanaheim, where it’s being held. The ceremony will likely be over, onto the celebrations now.’ His face dropped when he saw how sad Darcy looked.

‘Oh… I’m too late.’ She looked down and then behind her. ‘Well, I suppose I better go home again then.’

‘I’m sorry, Miss Lewis.’ He said sadly. ‘I will guide you back to the Bifrost.’ He offered.

‘It’s ok. I will just walk, I don’t think my butt could take anymore riding.’ She joked, smiling, but it wasn’t her usual smile that reached her eyes. ‘Thanks, Birger. Maybe see you again soon.’

‘Take care, Miss Lewis.’ Birger nodded to her again.

Darcy slowly made her way back to the observatory. She was half regretting not riding back, it had been quite a trek.

‘Can you uh, get me back home?’ Darcy asked Heimdall.

He nodded once. ‘If that’s what you wish.’

‘Yeah. I was too late. As always, Darcy Lewis is never on time!’ She said as she flailed her arms up. ‘Tell Loki congratulations when he gets back.’

Heimdall said nothing as he unlocked the Bifrost and sent Darcy back home to Earth.

[c-is-for-circinate]

Man, I liked this episode.

Such great character moments!  Really exciting lore.  Plans for the future!  That ending, though!  Yay!

In no particular order, some moments I really appreciated:

Literally everything at the tavern, oh MAN.  Every single one of those conversations was SO GOOD, you know what I actually need to break this down further:

CADUCEUS AND YASHA, holy cow, right?  (it is late enough at night that ‘holy cow’ is doubly amusing, because Caduceus is, in fact, actually a...anyway, never mind.)  But HER HAIR!!!  Caduceus trying to be supportive, trying to Give Advice (Caduceus always thinks it’s his job to Give Advice, but usually it helps), but also falling just enough into actually admitting some of his own feelings.  Hope and worry.  I love them so much.

Beau and Caleb admitting/reminiscing about the early days when they didn’t like each other at all (except that even then, even when Caleb was being driven up a wall and Beau was angry and annoyed and kind of hated the guy, even then, they always liked each other at least a little bit, they never would’ve gotten so angry otherwise).  You know, sometimes it fades away for a while, but every so often I remember just how much I love Beau and Caleb as friends, because it is such a complicated, layered, hard-won friendship.  They both worked so hard for this relationship!  We call them the empire siblings, and it’s true, sometimes, but also it’s not true at all, because they worked so hard to get here, without any blood or parents or shared childhood joys telling them they should.  They built this friendship all on their own.  (And how often do you see such utterly platonic male-female friendships that are this hard-won and this concrete, in fiction?)

Okay I admit it, I made a NOISE at the unicorn thing.  It was just so utterly sweet, so deliberately ‘I know this little thing will make the person I care about smile,’ with no pretense or requirements after that, just because.  It felt like a little bit of Travis and Laura bleeding through, not in an out-of-character way, but in this bright reflection of all the little moments we’ve seen them just be honestly in love on screen.  It reminds me of the time Travis ordered an entire box of doughnuts via PostMates mid-episode delivered to the studio and didn’t say anything until they showed up.  And yes, obviously Travis and Laura’s characters can do and romance whoever they want--but if the honest emotion is there, it’s there, and it’s adorable.

Likewise: Beau and Jester both giggling and a little bit giddy about their respective potential love interests, both genuinely happy for each other.  Is there a sense of loss there?  Maybe, maybe not, who knows--but that mutual happiness is so genuine, and the “Agh, you know I’m scared of my future!” is so real in every direction, I love it.   

All of the shopping this episode made me really happy.  There’s something really special about a party hitting the level where they no longer have to care about money, and get to run kid-in-a-candy-store wild.  Buy ALL the diamonds!  Buy every piece of wizard-grade paper in Nicodranas.  Buy an entire wheelbarrow of fireworks, why not, just fucking do it, we’ve got the cash.  (Side note: as someone from Illinois, ‘going to Indiana to buy fireworks’ is such a familiar and obvious thing to me that I had a whole disorientation moment of ‘wait, Marisha isn’t from--oh my god people do that from the other side of Indiana too?’  I had not realized Indiana was such a national hub for fireworks, although I probably should have, given Indiana.)  Seriously though, the M9 do not care about money-- ‘here, take some of mine to pay for that thing, I’ve got so much I won’t use, just get it, it’s fine.’  But they get so much joy out of buying hundreds of gold worth of joke shop supplies, it’s so delightful, the entire two-city shopping trip was so delightful and I love them all.   

I covered all of my ‘oh man Beau’s imposter syndrome and self-esteem issues’ feelings in an earlier post, but I’m just going to reiterate: fuck, my feelings.   

I love the Eiselcross hook, and I cannot wait for what they find up there.  For one thing, I love me a good fictional deicide.  (I have some THOUGHTS about any potential god-killing weapons, and their potential uses against, say, life-devouring cities or angry sea serpents with a more than conventional number of eyes.  Also man that would’ve been useful for Vox Machina circa their own episode 109 or so.)  I am deeply curious to see what traveling with Vess de Rogna will be like--especially knowing that she was one of the people dealing with Yeza, and now I’m thinking about the fact that Veth was the only person NOT there to meet her today, which, hmmmmm.  I want to see so many things up there.  

There’s an almost-unfamiliar increasing seriousness and maturity to the Mighty Nein lately, and it’s so fascinating to me to watch.  They named their ship the Nein Heroes.  After the Mistake and the Ball-Eater, they went with a name that, beyond just not being a self-deprecating pun, almost sounds like they’re proud of themselves.  And yes, tonight they bought out an entire joke shop’s worth of magical novelties--but they also Sending’ed ahead to two teleportation circles in a row.  Yes, Jester set off a magical stink bomb in a tavern at lunch--but there were multiple healthy and emotionally honest conversations going on during that scene, too.  They thought ahead about their clothes.  They’re not just respected at the Cobalt Soul, they’re respectable. At first glance it just seems like they’ve learned to plan ahead, but it’s not that, or it’s not just that.  Rather, the M9 are doing things, sending messages, picking names, changing clothes, that affect the way they present themselves to others.  They’re not playing games of respectability politics, it’s not like they’re deliberately trying to convince other people that they’re any better than they are--but I wonder if, maybe, they’re doing just a little bit less self-sabotaging in the opposite direction.  If maybe they’re starting to suspect that they can be respected, and it’s not just a lost cause from the beginning. I really want to see where this goes in the coming weeks, whether they go back to chaos crew fuck-it again or this continues to build.  I’ll be curious to see where (and for whom!) it seems to apply, and where it slips.

[baffling-bisexual-quack]

Trouble in Paradise

HI, anyone who might see this! I wrote another oneshot (thorbruce). Hope you all enjoy!

Summary: Thor + Bruce are in relationships (Jane, Nat), but they aren’t completely happy.

Warnings: Cheating

Word count: 1668

“Banner!” Thor called out, catching the small scientist just before he went back into the lab, or as Tony called it, the Lair From Which Bruce Shall Not Return. Thor hadn’t seen Bruce in weeks. It wasn’t a matter of choice; there had been lots of missions in the past while, and Thor and Bruce were both now busy with their significant others. Bruce and Nat were officially together, and Thor and Jane were an obvious thing. Plus, Bruce had been on the edge of a ‘scientific breakthrough’, which were code words for ‘Bruce is having feelings he doesn’t like and is trying to hide’. Or it really was a scientific breakthrough and a robber had come in and stolen all of their ice cream.

“Hey, Thor.” Bruce mumbled before slipping back in to the lab and started to shut the door. He would’ve succeeded if Thor hadn’t shoved himself into the crack between the door and the wall, trying to have a decent conversation with the man.

“Owww.” Thor groaned as Bruce tried to shut the door, not realizing the norse god was in the way. Thor was wearing his armour, as usual, so some of the pain was taken away.

“Oh, jeez, sorry Thor. By any chance, did you want to talk?” Bruce said, a small smile on his lips.

“Yes, I did want to talk! How did you know?” Thor asked.

“Just a hunch. Come on in.” Bruce said, turning away to go towards the lab table. He went right back to his research, forgetting about his visitor.

“So, Banner! What are you working on?” Thor asked, going to the table and resting his hands on Bruce’s papers, making a couple of them slide out of the pile and onto the floor.

“I’m, uh, working on some stuff with radiation, you know, thermal, uh, diffusional restitutions- THOR!” Bruce said, getting slightly angry at Thor. The giant had knocked over some tubes with his hands, making bruce jog over to make sure nothing spilled on the floor.

“Many apologies, Banner, I-“

“Maybe just go stand in the middle of the room.” Bruce said, a little agitated.

“Alright then. I am sorry I meddled with your papers and tubes.” Thor said apologetically.

“No, it’s not your fault, I’m a scatterbrain right now and I’m kind of stressed, so the littlest things are pissing me off.” Bruce said, double checking his papers were in order. He then made his way back to the beakers to fix that problem.

“Ah. You should come out for a change! I believe Tony has a team bonding game going on.” Thor suggested.

“Um, not really in the mood.”

“I understand.”

There was an awkward silence after this remark, neither Thor nor Bruce thinking of a subject that wouldn’t offend anybody. Bruce finally broke it.

“So, how’s Jane? Haven’t seen her around in awhile.”

“Oh, Jane is good.” Thor said, sighing a little and looking towards the ceiling.

“Oh? Trouble in paradise?” Bruce asked cheekily.

“Tony used that exact expression! What does it mean? What paradise? I am not in paradise. What troubles? Did I do something wrong that affected a paradise?”

“Tony used it? Agh, he must be rubbing off on me.” Bruce chuckled. “To answer your questions, trouble in paradise is basically a shorter way of saying ‘oh, everything’s not perfect? I had no idea!’ Like, sarcastically.”

“Oh, so you’re saying my relationship with Jane is doubted by everybody, and they are using their midgardian terms to get around saying it to my face.” Thor answered.

“Uhm…” Bruce stuttered, looking around like he was trying to find a way out of this situation. “Guess you’ve got me there.”

“Well, they’re not completely wrong…” Thor said, a little quieter. Bruce gave him a look of empathy and confusion. “I just feel Jane is getting less enthusiastic to see me, and more like she thinks it is a chore I have to complete.” Thor finished, looking at the ground now.

“Oh, god, I’m sorry.” Bruce said sympathetically.

“It’s not important. How is Natasha?” Thor asked, avoiding the subject.

“Oh, um. Yeah. She’s… good. As good as an assassin can be, I guess.” Bruce said, turning back to his work.

“No, don’t do that.” Thor said, gesturing to Bruce.

“What?” Bruce asked, looking over his shoulder.

“Turn back towards your work. It means you are avoiding the subject.” Thor objected.

“Ok then.” Bruce said, facing towards Thor. “But this doesn’t mean I’m going to talk.

This remark was followed by a few minutes of awkward silence. Bruce knew in his head that Thor was just waiting for him to burst. Finally, he did.

“I just don’t know if I like Nat.” Bruce sighed.

“Wait, you do not like her? Not even as a friend?” Thor asked, looking quizzically at Bruce.

“No, I just don’t know if I want to, you know, go out with her.” Bruce said, looking at the ground. “Dammit it’s hard to avoid the subject when you’re facing the person!”

“Wait, what is wrong with Nat?”

“It’s not Nat, I just might… like someone else.” Bruce whispered, starting to turn back to his work.

“Who?” Thor asked. Bruce mumbled out an incoherent answer and looked away, not making eye contact with Thor.

“Pardon?” Thor said.

“No… one. That I could ever tell, at least.” Bruce responded, looking at Thor’s armour a little more than what would be considered friend-like.

“Are you sure?” Thor asked, walking back up to Bruce until he was so close Bruce could touch him if he extended his arm almost fully. Thor had his held tilted just a little, so he looked so innocent, so cute.

“Not… really.” Bruce breathed, biting his lip as he looked at Thor’s hair. Thor raised one eyebrow a little. “I mean, what if he... doesn’t like me back?”

“If you’re talking about who I think you might be, I do not think you have any problems.” Thor said, stepping a little closer.

“Thor…” Bruce started.

“Yes, Banner?” Thor asked calmly. He had moved so close to him that Bruce could feel Thor’s breath on his face as he looked up.

“I- you’re really- please-“

“Shall I put you out of your misery?” Thor joked, smiling a little.

“Yes, please, Thor.” Bruce responded. That was all it took for Thor to move the rest of the way so he was right up against Bruce. He took Bruce’s face in his hands and bent down, bringing Bruce up just enough for their mouths to meet. It took less than a second for Bruce to start kissing Thor back, hands making their way up to wrap around Thor’s neck as Thor’s hands slid down to hold Bruce’s sides. Thor pulled Bruce impossibly close to his body. The kiss only deepened when Thor felt Bruce’s tongue swipe against his lips. He let it in without a fight, eager for whatever Bruce had to offer. They stayed like this for a minute or two, until they had to pull away. Bruce was staring at Thor like a deer in the headlights, arms still around his neck.

“T-Thor, I don’t think… I mean I really want…” Bruce exhaled. “What about Jane and Nat?”

“I don’t know, Bruce.” Thor said, putting his forehead against Bruce’s. Bruce closed his eyes, enjoying one last moment before they had to face reality. “What do you want to do?”

“How do you mean?” Bruce asked, opening his eyes to look into Thor’s. Those big, blue eyes, as bright as the sky on a cloudless day.

“I mean, do we tell Jane and Nat? Do we pretend it never happened? Do we stay together and not tell Jane and Nat? Do we break up with them?” Thor began. Bruce wanted so bad just to go on with life, pretend he hadn’t finally gotten the man he always wanted, keep settling for Nat. But there was this literal god in front of him who had kissed him. It made Bruce want to reach for the stars, in a way.

“I think for now, we just…” Bruce started, moving his hands up to play with Thor’s hair. “Just… stay like this. For the immediate future, at least.”

Thor grinned a little, eyes gleaming with hope. “So can I kiss you again?” He asked, bending down so their noses touched gently.

“God yes.” Within half a second they were back at it, tongues sliding through their mouths, handing moving around, trying to claim the other body as their own. After a little bit of this bliss, Thor pulled back, picking Bruce up and setting him on the table. Bruce was surprised, but he rather enjoyed this turn of events. It was so much more than the empty kisses Nat gave him. Those felt robotic, unwanted. These felt passionate and full.  He cupped Thor’s head again, hands running though his hair, begging for more. Thor responded by going downwards to suck on Bruce’s neck. Bruce moaned a little, spurring Thor on. Eventually, Bruce pulled Thor’s head back up, demanding attention from his lips. He brought Thor into another kiss, wishing the moment would never end. Eventually, he needed a breath, so he pulled away, settling for capturing Thor’s bottom lip in his teeth. Thor gave him a cheeky smile and returned to his work on Bruce’s neck.

“Are you enjoying this as much as I am?” Bruce asked, making Thor look up at him.

“You underestimate yourself, Bruce. If Nat hasn’t gotten that habit out of you, then I guess I will just have to.” Thor said, smiling devilishly. He leaned back into Bruce, kissing him soundly, not aware about the presence in the doorway.

Clint’s eyebrows went up in shock as Bruce curled his legs around Thor’s waist. “Ohhh boy.” He whispered, because he probably couldn’t say anything above a whisper right now. His eyes were as wide as dinner plates, and his arms rested frozen at his side. “I’d like to seem them explain this.”

[devinescribe]

Found You

Part 8 to '100 Promises'

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Warnings: swearing, I think that's it

"Oh shit... agh, brainfreeze," you cursed, holding your head. It was a hot summer afternoon, and you had decided to get ice cream with Niragi. "Dumbass," he laughed, watching you groan in pain. You glared at him, the pain going away. "Fuck off," you said, going back to slowly licking at the ice cream. He shook his head, laughing slightly.

He made his way through the hole in the wall. No, it wasn't a hallway, a literal hole in the wall. It went through and led into the kitchen. He had found out about it once when he saw Last Boss come out of it during one of his patrols. He followed it, and saw were it lead. By process of elimination he had narrowed down the other player of the game to be Last Boss. So, in a general assumption, he assumed you would be in the kitchen. It was dark as he made his way through it, hoping to get out of it as soon as possible. It gave him a bad feeling. Why was there a random hole in the wall leading to the kitchen? It seemed awfully strange to him. Like something out of a horror game when the monster jumps out to attack you. "Oh hell no, damn my thoughts straight to hell," he cursed, walking faster through the tunnel.

Finally, he was at the entrance to the kitchen. It was covered up by a couple things, but, he managed. When he did he heard you giggling about something.

"You know, I think this was a great idea," you giggled, nibbling on one of the cookies. "I know of quite a few places to hide if you ever need one. It can get... loud... hectic... and chaotic here," Last Boss responded. You smiled. You were about to bite the cookie again, before arms were around you. In the moment, you panicked, grabbing the person back and flipping them onto their back. You quickly grabbed the knife you'd picked up earlier, pointing it them, before noticing it was Niragi. You let out a relieved sigh. "Ow... that hurt," he groaned, sitting up, holding the back of his head "Sorry. Don't sneak up on me like that," you said. He smirked. "That makes 1,853 games of hide and seek in a row I've won. 8 year winning streak," he bragged, obviously over getting hurt. "Oh go fuck yourself, you whore," you insulted, flipping him off, sticking your tongue out. You turned to Last Boss and smiled. "It was nice hiding with you," you said. Said man was confused on how you kept switching between your emotions so quickly. "Oh... uh, it was nice... hiding with you too, I guess," he responded. You laughed, holding a hand out to Niragi. He grabbed onto you, and you helped him up. "See, I'm a bitch, but at least I'm just a bad bitch, not a heartless bitch," you laughed. He smiled a bit. Standing in the kitchen with you talking, the warmth. Even Last Boss was talking to you. Everything about it felt like home. Home felt like you. Home felt like the feeling he got whenever he was with you. Maybe it was because you were home.

He watched as you talked avidly with Last Boss. You two seemed to get along, which was good. "Shit, it's already 12 am? Don't we have a supply run thingy tomorrow?" You questioned, finally noticing the time. "Uh... yeah," Niragi responded. "At least were not drunk... then Aguni might have a problem," Last Boss said. Both men shuddered, remembering what had happened last time. "Ooh, spill!" You said, sitting on top of one of the counters. Last Boss shook his head, and Niragi looked away. "Was it that bad?" You asked, a smirk building it's way across your face. "One thing you'll notice about Aguni is... he's like... a military dad. He's strict, but also doesn't care at the same time? But there's rules. And since there's few rules, it's not like you can forget. So... yeah," Niragi explained. "Can't wait to actually meet this man and see if you guys are exaggerating," you giggled. "Alright, get off the counter so we can go to your room," Niragi sighed, stretching his arms. "Carry me?" You asked, hiding your laughter. "Last time you said that, we both fell down the stairs," he reminded, rolling his eyes. "That's because you have weak noodle arms you lanky bitch," you said, laughing. "Ahahahaha fuck you."

You three finally made your way up the stairs. "So, does everyone just... party the whole night?" You asked, seeing as there was no on really in the lobby, but you could still hear the heavy bass of the loud music playing outside. Niragi nodded. "Fun for them, annoying for those who actually try to sleep," Last Boss commented. It was really just a paradise for people. A safe haven for players. And why wouldn't it? There's protection, other people, food, supplies, electricity. Anything you could want or need was at the Beach. It was curious how they managed to put it all together. So well thought out.

"Well... goodnight," you said, opening the door to your new room. "I'll wake you up tomorrow. By any means necessary," he stated, disappearing into his room. You sighed, closing the door behind you. It felt the same, but it was different. You knew that it would be hard to adjust, but a part of you had already adjusted. Maybe it was the years of torture through your childhood, or the things you put up with in your day to day life, but this didn't feel weird at all. It felt... normal. Besides the games, no negatives were really made clear to you. So, what was so bad about being here? It seemed better than your normal life. You sighed, shaking your head. You shouldn't be thinking like that, your life before was just fine with Niragi. You thought you had lost him. But, then you found him here. So even in places of despair and chaos, you could find a silver lining. "Ick... that sounds cheesy," you muttered, getting under the covers of the bed. The second you laid down, all the pain in your body was alleviated. The pillows were cold under you, the bed soft. You let out a satisfied sigh. If this was what staying at the Beach was like, you wouldn't mind. But, you also couldn't let yourself fall into that mentality. Your eyes drooped slowly, sleep taking over your body.

"And how was your date?" You asked as soon as he walked into through the door. "We never speak of her again," was all he said with a groan. "Goddamn, that bad? What did she do?" You questioned, as he walked over to the couch, sitting besides you. "Well, at first, she was ok. Then she immediately went into the topic of money, which like big red flag, but I didn't care. Right after we started talking about friends and family. I brought you up, and she was all like 'no, you see, that's not going to work because I have to be the only special girl in your life' and I was like, well... jealous much? I don't know who hurt her but it's... ugh," he groaned. Niragi had never been interested I'm dating per se. He didn't have any interest in anyone all throughout high school, which was one of the reasons people thought you two were together. "What about you? How'd it go?" He asked. "Not great. He was narcissistic, misogynistic, and rude. Like... 'women belong in the kitchen' kind of misogyny. God it was horrible. A total incel of a boy," you explained, shaking your head. "Looks like we both have trouble with dating, hm?" He said, leaning his head back, staring up at the ceiling, following the cracks in them. He'd always suggested you two move, especially with the occupation both of you had, you could afford to move somewhere else. You'd always tell him to wait a couple years because you never know what could happen. You had always said, "What if you meet the person of your dreams and decide to move in with them?" He never thought much about having someone else. It was always (Y/N) and Niragi against the world. It seemed weird to his mother last time she had called to ask about that. He'd told her the same thing. "No one really... interests me. No one ever has."

Now, his mother was a person who changed herself for the better. She had never had the courage to leave her husband, his father, however. She observed her son's behavior, and asked him something that really made his mind question itself. "Do you think no one interests you... because you like (Y/N)? In a more than friend way, I mean." He had never thought about that. At all. He had only ever known kindness from you, and his mother later in life. So, did he? He couldn't have. It would be wrong, wouldn't it? To insinuate such a thing to you?

Screaming, heat, fires, crumbling debris all around you fell. The smoke and ash heavy in the air. " 'Ragi?! What's going on?!"

Shattered glass stuck onto your arms, blood dripping onto the asphalt. "You can't leave me... you can't, not again!"

Wake up.

"(Y/N), you can't leave me now..."

"I can! What the hell made you think that was ok!"

Wake up.

"You're bleeding!"

"No shit Sherlock. It's called getting shot. Somehow, I just can't seem to die."

"Don't fucking say that!''

Wake up.

"Oi! Wake up!"

"Don't leave me-! What the hell? What's going on?"

"It's time to wake up. We have a supply run to do.''

[yarart4ever]

y'all I just watch LoA: A Thousand and Twenty Questions and... I actually... like it??

like for once, Tigress isn't being shit on and is actually being respected. she wasn't being a pushover like in other episodes, she actually single-handedly defeated Dao Dai, and we are given a whole new prospective on her. the episode is actually funny and a really great character study on one of the most complex characters. I'll admit, when I saw that she was being her usual bitchy-noncanon self, I was immediately worried that this was going to be another flop.

but then... something caught me off guard...

my favorite scene is definitely with Master Yow and Tigress, and how they played with the "curiousity killed the cat" quote. it was a very interesting interaction that I did not expect. but it was what Master Yow says about Tigress that surprised me...

T:"I keep telling everyone I don't have any questions!"

Y:"of course you do! 'is Master Shifu proud of me?' 'am I performing the dipping pheonix twist kick correctly?' 'why am I so angry so often?'... perhaps you will answer me a question. why do you refuse to ask what you wish to know?"

yeah no, I'm not joking. these were actual lines! and what surprised me the most is that all of us fans have been suspecting that for so long, yet until now we have never heard it come from any of the characters mouths. I can count on one hand the amount of times the series has discussed Master Shifu and Tigress' father-daughter relationship, and I'm guessing even the creators are wondering why Tigress seems to be the way she is in the show, but that has never been talked about. and judging by Tigress' questions spoken by Master Yow, you can only imagine the kind of verbal (and maybe even physical) abuse Tigress must've put herself through to be the best for her master.

another thing that caught me off guard was her flashback to when she was at the orphanage, and she's actually asking pretty decent questions for a literal child, yet she's barraded by her peers and caregivers at the orphanage, and it's so sad! I thought, knowing LoA Tigress, she's going to snap and yell out this personal reason, but instead, the pain in her expression as she keeps it to herself, was enough to tell us how she really feels. Master Yow even said, "the stoic Master Tigress displaying total and utter vulnerability. a rare and precious wonder indeed!" (well it won't be after kfp2-) and that was such great thing to hear coming from the actual character's mouth other than us pandom folks.

like it is literally canon! Tigress has trauma and anxiety! and the creators finally have balls to not shit on her and actually give her that arc in the episode! we stan!

also, here's little things I've noticed that I also loved in the episode:

~the way Tigress puts others needs before her own, as she does in the canon movies. she's constantly worrying about her friends while she's trying to find a new wonder for Master Yow so she could ask how to save her friends. and even when Yow caught her at her vulnerable point, she doesn't let that stop her from doing her job, as she immediately asks "how do I stop Dao Dai's machine?" not only that, but from the very moment she realised the villagers wanted to harm Master Yow, despite not being much of a fan, she immediately defended him and protected him the whole time like she's a body guard and it's actually sweet.

~okay moving besides from Tigress, there's this one line where Mantis describes Master Yow as Shifu's 'man crush' and it is literally the funniest thing! anyone want a bi-sexual Shifu? XD

~I'm sorry, my TiPo heart seems to not have an off button in a scene with Yow and Tigress, after Yow asks "why do you refuse to ask what you wish to know" we all know Tigress was going to say something, but immediately shushes herself and goes into defence mode after hearing Po's scream. the worry in her voice as she calls his name and the way her tail swishes while she tries to find him is so cute- agh! girlfriend goals! we stan again! (also idk if Tigress just said "stay out of sight, I'll be back after I rescue HIM" or "THEM".... either way imma go with 'him' lol)

~the final scene after Tigress defeats Dao Dai, everyone gathers around the box and opens the door, and Tigress is immediately met with a "well done, Tigress!" and a proud smile from Master Shifu, Po completely fanboying over how awesome her 'box-fu' or 'kung-tainer' was, and the rest of the furious five smiling at her with pride too. I like this a lot because though Tigress has her own doubts about herself, she finally sees that the people she cares about are proud of her and are always going to stand right by her side. it's just, so amazing, and I love it so much! true family goals right here.

there was no point to this post, I just wanted to share my thoughts lol. I totally recommend A Thousand and Twenty Questions. maybe I'm hyping it more than I have, or maybe the LoA fans think I've underestimated the show's potential, idk, but these were just points I have noticed.

[imagine-loki]

Trust, Chapter 26

TITLE: Trust CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: Chapter 26 AUTHOR: fanficshiddles ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine Loki kidnaps Darcy Lewis, in hopes of getting the tesseract in return for her. Imagine his surprise when he grows rather fond of the mortal, finding that she understands him better than anyone else ever has.  RATING: M

Not long after Loki had left, Darcy saw Jane dragging a large suitcase down the corridor towards the front door.

‘Jane? Where are you going?’ She asked, confused.

‘I’m leaving!’

‘Well, clearly. But why? And where?’ Darcy folded her arms over her chest.

‘Thor dumped me. Alright?’ Jane snapped.

Darcy’s eyebrows went flying up. ‘Oh… Sorry to hear that.’

‘No, you’re not!’ Jane snapped at her again.

‘Hey, I don’t know what the hell your problem has been with me for this last year. But don’t take it out on me, I’ve done nothing wrong to you. It’s not my fault if Thor has dumped you.’ Darcy said firmly.

Jane sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose. ‘It is your fault he’s dumped me. He said he was jealous of what you and Loki have. That we aren’t as fun as you two are. You aren’t even a couple! It’s ridiculous!’ Jane screeched.

Darcy was surprised to hear that.

‘I… wow. Well, again, not my fault that I’m such an ace friend.’

‘Piss off, Darcy.’ Jane said, having had enough she continued on.

‘Fine, be like that!’ Darcy shook her head and headed off.

But then she realised, would The Avengers still want her here if Jane wasn’t working here anymore? She was technically still her apprentice.

She came across Tony and Natasha in the lab.

‘Do you guys know that Jane has just stormed out with her suitcase?’ She asked them, pointing over her shoulder.

‘Yep.’ Natasha nodded. ‘We witnessed the whole thing before Thor left, unfortunately. Thor telling her it was over, it was… brutal.’

‘Wow… Okayyy…’ Darcy didn’t know where to go from there.

‘You’re not gonna leave us too though, are you kid?’ Tony asked, looking worried.

‘No! No… I mean, not unless you want me to go?’ Darcy asked.

‘Hell no! You’re too much fun having around.’ Tony went over and ruffled her hair, she whacked his arm and laughed.

‘Well, as long as you’re not chucking me out, I’m staying.’ She smiled.

‘Blake is welcome to stay, too. I know he doesn’t live here, but he’s smart. I wouldn’t mind taking him on as my apprentice if he wants.’ Tony offered.

‘Oh, cool. I’ll see what he says, I’m sure he would love it.’ Darcy smiled.

She then went to find Blake, he was in the library getting some books for research. Darcy told him that Jane wasn’t here anymore, so he didn’t need to get the books now. She then told him about Tony’s offer and he was so excited about it.

‘So, is Loki gone?’ Blake asked as he went with Darcy back to her room. They decided to have a movie day.

‘Yeah, he’s off to get married.’ Darcy said, trying to keep happy.

But she felt a horrible feeling in the pit of her stomach that she couldn’t get rid of.

-

‘You used to hang out with Loki a lot.’ Blake commented later in the day, when he and Darcy finished their second film.

‘So?’ She looked at him.

‘Well… It’s a bit weird, isn’t it?’ Blake asked.

‘No… How is it weird? People hang out with their friends all the time.’ She frowned.

‘I know. But, is he just your friend?’

‘What’s that supposed to mean?’ Darcy sat up straight and glared at him. ‘He’s my best friend.’

Blake’s eyes widened a little. ‘I just mean… You seem to spend a hell of a lot of time with him. And you’re always laughing with him, way more than with me. You seem most comfortable around him.’

‘Are you jealous of my friendship with Loki?’ Darcy stood up and put her hands on her hips. ‘I’ve known Loki a lot longer than you, and been through a lot with him. He’s literally saved my life. He’s not a bad person like people think. And the one time I slept with him was a one-night stand when you weren’t even in existence in my life!’

‘You’ve slept with him?’ Blake asked, shocked.

Darcy frowned. ‘I’m surprised the others didn’t tell you already. It’s no big deal, I wouldn’t do that now I’m with someone. We were both single, feeling good after a party with alcohol, both horny.’ She shrugged. ‘It’s not exactly a big secret, everyone else knows.’

Blake ran his hand down his face and sat forward on the bed.

‘Where has all this come from? You know I like you, Blake.’ Darcy sat down again.

‘Do you love me?’ He asked, turning to face her.

‘Wh… what?’

‘Do you love me?’

Darcy sighed. ‘It’s too soon, Blake. You know I don’t bond easily, I’ve told you this. I really like you, and could I see myself with you in the future? Yes. Do I love you right now? Not in the way you want, not yet. It takes time.’ She tried to be as sincere as possible, she knew Blake loved her quite early on in their relationship.

‘Do you love Loki?’ Blake asked and looked directly at her.

She frowned. ‘Well… I…’

‘It’s a simple question, Darcy. Do you love Loki?’

‘Of course I do, but not romantically. He’s been in my life a long time, I trust him with my life. As I said, he’s my best friend.’

‘Why do you not love him romantically?’ Blake asked.

She paused for a minute, thinking. Why didn’t she? Or… did she? Was that what all these feelings were lately, coming to a head?

‘Because… I’m with you, and Loki is getting married, probably right now as we speak.’

‘But if you weren’t with me, and he wasn’t getting married… Would you be romantically involved with him right now?’ Blake asked seriously.

‘No… why are you being like this? You’ve never said you’ve had an issue with him before?’

‘Because you’ve been so distracted today. I know you’re thinking about him getting married.’ Blake sighed.

‘Yeah, cause he’s my best friend and I’m not able to be there.’ Darcy shrugged.

‘Stop with the crap, Darcy. You’re just lying to yourself now, not just me. Go and stop him. I’m sure it’s not too late.’ Blake smiled softly and put his hand on her shoulder. He knew he would never have her true love.

‘Wh… What? I’m… I’m with you, Blake.’ Darcy’s eyes widened.

‘You’re not a bad person, Darcy. But your heart belongs to Loki, not me. You just need to admit it to each other, before you both get in too deep with someone else.’

Darcy felt her heart pounding against her chest as the realisation washed over her.

She didn’t love Blake. She never would, when all she wanted was what she had with Loki. Whether that love was romantically? She wasn’t entirely sure, but she knew that she didn’t want to live without him. She loved him, as a friend. Maybe more…

-

Darcy ran as fast as she could through the compound. Natasha and Clint tried to stop her, but she just barged past them without stopping. ‘Can’t stop! Need to stop the wedding!’ She yelled as she kept running.

By the time she got outside onto the green, she was exhausted. She was not a runner.

‘Come on, think think think. What’s his name?’ She muttered as she looked up to the sky. ‘Himding? No… Himdill? Agh fuck!’ She hit her forehead a few times, trying to think. Then she suddenly remembered.

‘HEIMDALL!’ She shouted up to the sky.

Suddenly the bifrost opened up over her and she was whisked through space to Asgard.

She quickly stumbled into the observatory and looked up at Heimdall.

‘That is not as smooth alone… Thanks for getting me here! I wasn’t sure if it would work without Loki or Thor.’ She said sheepishly.

‘The Allmother told me to keep an eye on you.’ Heimdall smiled slightly.

Darcy’s eyes widened. ‘I… I don’t know where I need to go now.’

‘There is a horse waiting for you.’ Heimdall tipped his head slightly to the side.

Darcy rushed outside and there was indeed a horse waiting.

After many attempts to get on, one of the attempts included her falling straight off the other side. But eventually she managed to scramble on and get the horse moving into a trot. She bounced around all over the place but managed to remain on until she got to the palace.

There was a guard outside, Birger. He rushed over and took hold of the horse’s reins, holding him steady as she slid down.

‘Miss Lewis. Nice to see you again.’ He said politely with a nod.

‘Oh, hi Birger. I’m sorry, I need to find Loki! To get to the wedding. Am I too late?’ She said in a rush as she blew at her hair to get it out of her face.

‘The wedding? It’s too late… They already left for Vanaheim, where it’s being held. The ceremony will likely be over, onto the celebrations now.’ His face dropped when he saw how sad Darcy looked.

‘Oh… I’m too late.’ She looked down and then behind her. ‘Well, I suppose I better go home again then.’

‘I’m sorry, Miss Lewis.’ He said sadly. ‘I will guide you back to the Bifrost.’ He offered.

‘It’s ok. I will just walk, I don’t think my butt could take anymore riding.’ She joked, smiling, but it wasn’t her usual smile that reached her eyes. ‘Thanks, Birger. Maybe see you again soon.’

‘Take care, Miss Lewis.’ Birger nodded to her again.

Darcy slowly made her way back to the observatory. She was half regretting not riding back, it had been quite a trek.

‘Can you uh, get me back home?’ Darcy asked Heimdall.

He nodded once. ‘If that’s what you wish.’

‘Yeah. I was too late. As always, Darcy Lewis is never on time!’ She said as she flailed her arms up. ‘Tell Loki congratulations when he gets back.’

Heimdall said nothing as he unlocked the Bifrost and sent Darcy back home to Earth.