#i made this meme when episode 4 was out but shhh

[sabfetamina]

It is what it is 🤷‍♀️

[thatlittledandere]

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 8, 15, 16, 17, 20, 21, 22, 23, 25, 26, 27, 31 and 40 for that shipper ask meme (sorry for picking so many but those questions are GOOD)

You're right, they absolutely are. I'm sorry in advance that this is gonna be LONG and I'm on mobile so I can't even add a read more;;

1. Talk about the first ship you ever had

So I'm SURE there were relationships I was invested in in movies and cartoons I watched as a child (I've always been a sucker for romance, even though there was that period when I didn't want to admit it) but I can't remember anything from very far back;; So it was either Ron and Hermione from Harry Potter or Ichigo and Masaya from Tokyo Mew Mew, whichever I read first.

2. Talk about three of the most important ships throughout your life

GOSH. You can't do this to me. I guess Romione because it was the time in my preteens when I was becoming more aware of... stuff, in general, abs the two cemented my love for friends-to-lovers. Then Ioryuu, because I've never been AS invested in and passionate about a ship before and likely never will. Nothing can compare to that intensity and ngl I miss it;; I miss the genuine hype I felt in my heart that made me interact with people and make things. So many things. I honestly can't think of a third one with such a lasting impact, sorry;;

3. What's your current OTP?

I imagine Souyo scenarios in my head every night before falling sleep and every morning after waking up, this is not a joke not an exaggeration. I still feel a little traitorous saying this on tumblr but their dynamic IS somewhat similar to the way I see Ioryuu so-

4. What's your current NoTP?

I don't think I have one? I have dislikes, some of them strong, but I don't see any of them often enough to be, like, actively angry. I have better uses for my time than willingly exposing myself to stuff I don't like.

5. Do you have any poly ships?

Not generally, juggling two characters is enough work lol. The only poly ships I've ever really actively shipped are Niels, Duncan and Natalie from the web comic Niels And the Gang by humon and Kinatsuen from Boueibu, but neither are actively on my mind much these days.

8. Have you ever shipped yourself with a character?

BOY HAVE I EVER. I've seen someone on tumblr have a side blog for self-shopping and not gonna lie, it's an excellent idea. My late teens were spent reading character x reader fics on Quotev and I started my fic career with the same genre. I don't really know what to do with myself when I DON'T actively ship myself with a character, which is my state of being now that Yosuke surpassed Yoosung as my favorite character;; Ibushi and Yoosung are the biggest ones but man oh boy I have shipped myself with characters from early age and I'm showing no signs of stopping! There's a reason that I main dating sims.

15. Have you ever "shipped at first sight"?

Not for long. I SUCK at forming first impressions. Usually if I start thinking I'll ship something, I end up not being so invested in it after all, and instead shipping something I swore off at first lmao. Which leads us to...

16. Talk about a ship you initially disliked

As a rule of thumb, all of them. I don't understand HOW it keeps happening but somehow almost all the ships I truly care/d about (that I didn't start shipping through osmosis before knowing them in the source material) started out as something I thought I "wouldn't be able to get behind." Gajevy. Shikatema. Sasunaru. Doctor/Rose. Karabita. Atsutodo. Kiribaku. Yoozen. Enatsu. Freaking IORYUU. EVEN SOUYO. IT'S BEEN YEARS I REALLY SHOULD KNOW THE PATTERN BY NOW

17. Talk about a pairing you've stopped shipping romantically

Like, I started to think they're better as friends after all? I guess NaLi. Then again, I mostly only shipped them out of spite in the first place because I wanted a counter for N/a//Lu, which I never liked at all;;

20. Talk about a ship you feel alone in shipping

Now this time I can say for sure that there isn't one. I can't come up with ships myself and stay on board if there isn't content for it, canon or otherwise;; It's not a conscious decision or anything, it's just how my mind works. I get attached to stuff by exposure, whether from fans or the source material, and if the source material has enough content for two characters for me to pick up on and become interested, it's guaranteed to be enough to become a somewhat popular ship.

21. Is there a ship you just don't get, but have nothing against?

Actually... That's the extent I go to with notp'ing these days. I'm passionate about the right to ship whatever you want so by proxy I can't have anything "against" a ship, even if the sheer thought of it existing makes me nauseous. And I know how to think from points of view other than my own, so I can usually see the appeal, even if it appeals to me personally less than eating dog shit while walking barefoot on rusty nails that are also on fire.

That said, the only ships I have on my Tumblr blacklist are Yoo//ra/n and Suza//lu/lu because they're both popular ships for characters whose tags I am/was following and therefore get suggested a lot even if I want following anyone who ships then. Oh, and all B/LMa//tsu ships! I generally can't feel good about incestuous ships, but can and will fight for their shippers' right to do as they please as long as they stay respectful. (never saw blmatsus who weren't respectful. saw a plethora of anti-blmatsus who were absolute demons. actually the reason i moved away from the last remnants of my anti mindset was that i didn't want to be associated with THOSE anti-blmatsus, when the shippers they wanted dead were all such sweet people. food for thought.)

22. Which of your ships have the best chemistry?

All of them?? Lmao I don't understand this question, isn't shipping all about liking the chemistry between characters? Or the potential for it I guess, in which case the chemistry is whatever you want it to be, which is great B) I'm sorry I keep accidentally dodging questions I'm bad at choosing examples from a long, unordered list

23. Which of your ships deserve better writing?

Hhhhhhh I shipped Jerza for years and was still unsatisfied with their ending, Jellal didn't get to heal enough and we didn't really see them working through their past in an effective way and getting comfortable around each other. It's like they were supposed to be friends to enemies to lovers but the last part didnt really develop and their relationship stagnated at the stage were they were both just permanently awkward out of regret, and couldn't bring themselves out of it even though everything was forgiven forever ago. Or I've forgotten a lot of stuff that happened. Very likely. Is your a case of bad writing or good writing not working out the way I wanted it to? You're asking the wrong person.

25. Have you ever shipped a pairing before you even started watching the show/movie simply because of gifs/graphics or similar?

EYUP. Harumichi was my otp for like a whole year before I saw a single episode with them lol. It was crazy, but it was REAL. I've also went into shows already paying attention to things I knew my friends/people I follow shipped, kind of hoping I'd get into it.

26. Have you noticed a pattern in your shipping? Is there a romantic dynamic I'm writing these questions down from screenshots and I cropped the rest of this one out by accident rip

Eeeh I go for the obvious. Best friend pairs, obvious pining, some rivalry with sexual tension, though I don't really know what to do with those. Then there's the fact that I never see it coming sick Persona 5 reference bro and start shipping the couple I thought "should just be friends" at first. This is more about my relationship to the ships than their dynamic but it's very constant...

27. Is there a ship you've shipped for most of your life?

Hmmm well I got into HP and started shipping Romione sometime in mid elementary school so it's definitely been more than half my lifetime since, but I don't really know if I "ship it" anymore. I didn't start disliking them or anything but for me, "shipping" is an active intrest in a fictional relationship, so if it reaches the stage where I like it, in theory, but I don't have the feels, it doesn't really count. That's why I can say I like ships without shipping them. It's gotta be actively on my brain, man.

31. Talk about one of your favorite headcanons for a ship you love

I haven't mentioned Kannao once, which is criminal. So here's some of what I imagine their future to be like :D I've been getting new Persona followers recently so here's something for you to unfollow me over lmao

So first of all I ignore the canon that Naoto goes back to the city for her detective work after her first year of high school, shhh she stays in Inaba, only taking the occasional jobs. She and Kanji start dating during the spring break before their second year and get more comfortable with each other, so that the next summer they're still cute and very much themselves (which means somewhat reserved) but not as awkward anymore :) I haven't thought about what happens after they graduate but they get married in their early 20s and have a son <3 (Chie and Yukiko adopted their daughter only slightly earlier. They may or may not have had a bit of a competition going on) ((yes Souyo are very much together but if they end up having children I haven't thought about it it's later))

Kanji manages the textile shop and Naoto helps when she's free from detective stuff. They live in Inaba but Naoto is away quite often for her gigs;; She takes up a few jobs less when Kouta is little though so he wouldn't feel less close to his Mom than his Dad.

Both Kanji and Naoto suffered from unfair expectations growing up, so they try their best to make up for it with Kouta's upbringing. They want him to feel comfortable being himself and free to express himself the way he wants; they make sure he knows he'll always be loved and supported, and to never be ashamed of who he is. As a child it doesn't even occur to him that many social norms and social expectations exist, because Naoto and Kanji pretty much let him do whatever as long as he isn't hurting himself or anyone else. They might go a little overboard though, giving into Kouta's whims without much consideration at all. The Amagi Aunties enforce rules and keep kids grounded in reality much better lmao

40. If you could change one thing about your otp, what would that be?

HMNGHNMHGNMGH I WAMT YOSUKE'S INTERNALIZED BULLSHIT ACKNOWLEDGED!! It's there AtlUS!! Stop pretending oh my god.... I love the Dancing All Night story mode (so far. I am by no means done); Yosuke gets cool moments and Yu's internal monologue really shows how much he appreciates him. The dynamic is so much better than with a silent protagonist, and thank god they didn't go with the tactless anime Yu (as fun as he is). I know there are a bunch of nods to the cut romance across spinoffs but mannnn... I wish they were more serious about it. At this point it's not even that far-fetched to think Yosuke has feelings for Yu that he may or may not be aware of, and I know that Yu as the player character can't be too tied down to one option in canon, but still... Even the clown gets tired of jokes at some point. One can dream.

40 ship questions

[maladaptive-ninja-returns]

Stakeout (4)

Loki x fem!Reader

Prompt: @marvelrose had this awesome idea of taking Brooklyn Nine Nine’s episode Stakeout and turning it into an angsty fic. Will it end in smut or will it end in more angst?

Warnings: PAIN. That’s it.

Word Count: I made a mistake. I made....a huge...mistake. I watched The Punisher and now I cannot stop this new story coursing through my veins.

Masterlist in bio

“Do you think he knows we’re in here?” you whispered.

“I don’t think so,” Loki whispered back. “Why? What’s going to happen if he knows we’re in here?”

You looked at Loki with nothing but pure fear in your eyes.

His smaragdines caught your emotion and his body stiffened before getting up from the floor where you two were hiding together. Taking a careful step towards the window ahead of the desk, he slowly raised his hand to put his fingers in between the blinders and push them down enough to measure the threat outside.

Within a flash, the pair of eyes outside turned towards him, making his fingers recoil. What followed was a scream from the outside along with a few curses.

“Mother of racoons!” Loki hissed, “Why is this creature perched up outside our window out of all the places?”

You did not look at Loki for your ears were busy catching the curse-laden breaths of the informant outside- hissing and snarling at the rodent to get away from there. Clearly, your target wanted the animal gone as much as you did. That pissed creature was creating a lot of ruckus for both the sides as it is.

“I am going to do something about him,” Loki declared as softly as possible.

“Shhh,” you shot back, your hand raising to stop him from speaking further while your ears were still outside.

“Don’t-” he lowered his voice, eyeing the blinders- “don’t shush me, woman. I have ha-”

Before he could speak any further, you were already on your knees tackling him down. You knew the God was no match for you, but catching him off guard did the trick. He lost his balance to fall down on his back while a loud shatte of a glass filled the air, immediately making him turn- his arms wrapped around you till you were secure under him, away from the line of flying broken shards, your eyes screwed shut to avoid any injury.

Any animal would have been insane to stay in the line of fire of the stone- nearly the size of your fist- that entered the apartment. But for a few moments you, forgot about the raccoon as your mind registered your hands clinging on to Loki’s clothes like a cat’s claws holding on to the branches of a tall tree it was stuck in. You did not want to open your eyes and face him but the flashes from last night of his body next to yours opened the dam of hot chagrin, making your eyes open wide to avoid any more devious thoughts to cross your mind.

Oh, what a sad but beautiful mistake that was on your part.

The sunlight coming through the broken blinders bounced off the vanilla wall onto the floor before getting caught in Loki’s features. His controlled panting along with the unavoidable glowing skin made some rational part of your brain wonder what exactly was it about his inexplicably composed features that brought all your workings to a standstill.

“Are you okay?” you heard yourself yak in order to prevent another mini attack like last night. The question though was more for yourself than for him- and still, you wanted to know if he was okay.

His green never left your y/e/c as he breathed in your touch over him. For a change- and what a surprising change that was- you were clinging on to him instead of pushing away or fighting him. More appalling for Loki was your concern for him. He doubted the genuineness of your worry, wondering if this was another one of your human ways to get even with him.

“Loki,” your heavy voice snapped him out of his calculations, making him revert back to your eyes, “hey, you okay?”

And for the second time, he saw no malice hidden behind the blank shade reflecting a worrisome gaze.

“Yes, I’m fine,” he gulped down his words before getting up and away from you, catching you unaware of how tightly you were holding his jacket in your sweaty fists.

Letting go of the fabric, you apologised under your breath.

“Are you harmed?” His hand came to wrap around your good arm and help you get up.

“N-aah shoot!”

While trying to get up, you did what was typical of you- you put your entire weight over the poor arm that was still throbbing from yesterday's incident. And the curses followed.

“What are you doing, you dolt?” Loki hissed as he wrapped his arm around your waist- no permissions taken this time because you clearly were not good for your own body.

“I forgot,” you muttered a confession.

“Who forgets their entire arm is injured?”

“I did!” You snarled back at the God, your faces just an inch away from each other, hot breaths fanning the baby hairs on your faces. Goddamit!! Just kiss already!

That thought did cross your mind as you stole a glance at his lips. Loki too had the same image in his mind for a second there. But none of you morons made the first move. Instead, you backed away from his personal space and heard an ugly crunch under your boots, forcing both you and the God to finally turn away from each other and take in the scene of disaster around you.

Loki scrutinised the glass shards going everywhere while you inspected the window.

A groan left you as you wiped away the broken glass from the damaged thermal screen.

“Stark is going to kill that bastard for this,” you muttered under your breath before turning your head to some unknown void above you and sighing at the thought having to make the call.

.

“I want his head on a spike,” Tony’s voice echoed through your ears while his face was all red on the screen in front of you.

You shifted in your seat while Loki exhaled, clicking the pen in his hand.

“It’s just a screen, Tony,” Loki pointed out, his face clearly reflecting the exhaustion he was feeling from wasting all his energy on a stubborn racoon and a pissed you grabbing him by the clothes on his back to not throw hands at a creature who has nothing to lose and would end up compromising your location.

“Screw that screen!” Tony shouted, his eyes growing wide with rage, “what if either of you was hit by that son of a bitch?”

You tried really hard but the chuckle still escaped your lips.

“Aw,” you sang while swivelling your chair from one side to another, “look at you getting worried for Loki. You know what that is?”

“Say ‘growth’ and I swear on the blood of my newborn I will put you and Peter in timeout in a place you would never survive with just your memes.”

The silence and frown that followed from your end were enough to know the message had been received and but not appreciated in any shape or form.

“And you, Cassius,” Tony called out the trickster, “I trust you to keep an eye out for that bastard throwing any more rocks your way. Nat just got a word that his boss is on the move and would probably be meeting your neighbour tomorrow. We’ll move in near your point of stakeout around six hundred hours tomorrow. All communications will be kept restricted to the comms. We’ll move in when you spot the bogey and give the signal. Is that clear?”

“If you had to do all the work, why send us in?” you grunted, your anger still simmering somewhere inside you, “Loki and I can take down three people, I’m sure.”

Loki clicked his pen. “I agree. This is more of a house arrest than a stakeout. In the most shabby setting if I may add.”

Tony narrowed his eyes at the two of through the screen, making you cross your arms at the silent wrath that was brewing on the other side. “Clearly you two forgot why you are in this situation. Need I remind y-”

“No,” you both announced in unison, never meeting the brown eyes of judgment.

“Good. No action for the two of you till you’ve worked out whatever issues you have,” he announced.

A voice outside the range of the camera capturing the other side announced, “Just tell them to make out already.”

“And that’s our cue,” you concluded and signed off.

Stretching yourself out, you heard your insides crack in various joints.

“I used to be an assassin in training,” you reminisced, looking at something in the far off distance in the poorly lit room before looking at Loki- who was still sitting and clicking away his pen, taking out his frustration on the metal stick- “and you used to be a God. Now we are sitting in the dark in an apartment with no heat, a broken window, a grey sky outside and pieces of broken glass sitting under the kitchen sink. We have turned into my worst nightmare.”

Loki’s brows furrowed as he turned in his chair towards you.

“Worst nightmare of two powerless beings under house arrest?”

“Worse! Living like an old poor suburban couple fighting non-stop till one of us kills the other. Of course, the money being the root of all our problems.”

“We are not even married, darling.” Loki’s brow stared down at you.

“Exactly!” you nearly sobbed as you got down on your knees, your body drooping down with the invisible weight of your horrid thoughts coursing through you.

Loki could not help but be amazed by the impulsive emotions you displayed now and then, be it with him or anyone else- but today he got the opportunity of having the whole theatre to himself to watch you pour your heart out. Even a little smile played on his lips as he watched the innocent play of you pretending to whimper, eventually getting all the frustration out.

Finally, bringing your head up and away from your legs, you breathed. “I’ll have to do with the tub today too, huh?”

“Don’t want him-”

“Him to hear anything out of the ordinary-” you nodded, waving away the dialogue in irritation, “yeah, yeah, I get it.”

Loki sat up in his seat as you kept your worse arm in your lap not having moved it for a while now.

“Still need help with your jacket?”

You looked at him before moving your shoulder to check. The nerves sending back hammers of pain was answer enough.

“Yeah,” you whispered, getting up half-hearted, not really happy with your condition.

Just like yesterday, Loki carefully removed your jacket and shirt from your body. Just like yesterday, both of you felt an unfamiliar vibration in your stomachs, making you wonder what this unholy feeling was exactly.

The fifteen minutes spent inside the hot water was enough to ponder over the sensations you had been feeling every time Loki’s fingers grazed over your skin, making your surface tense up and your hair stand and look at the one bold enough to make your insides awaken at just a mere touch. What the hell is this God doing to me?!

Something worth overthinking about, sweetheart.

The negligible light from the candle you had been using in the bathroom reflected over the white tiles all around you as you took out the stopper from the drain and let the water around you swirl out. The throb in your arm had escalated now. The pain riding up a notch, making it difficult for you to even keep it vertical under the gravity’s influence.

Grabbing your towel from the side, you tried your best to wrap it around you but the piercing pain forced every other mechanism in your body to come to a standstill.

I should have gotten this checked. Maybe I wouldn’t have been in this mess if I did. Why am I like this?

Standing there in the bathtub, naked and wet, you looked around and contemplated what all could possibly be done with one working arm. Turned out the embarrassment worked enough adrenaline to let your body work into getting your panties over your legs.

Now came the dreadful part.

You cleared your throat, took in a deep breath, firmly placed your towel around yourself, clenched and unclenched your toes and hands.

“Okay,” you whispered to yourself, “you can do this.”

Inhale.

“Lo-Loki?” you called out as softly but audibly as possible.

No sound.

Okay. He must be keeping an eye on the target.

“Lo-”

“What?” his honey laden voice called out from right outside the door.

Curse his cat-like gait.

“I uhh…” your voice shivered, not knowing how to explain it without making it sound like an invitation for anything else.

“I-It’s my arm. I think it’s getting worse. I’m not able to lift it but it hurts to keep it dropped like this sideways,” your voice dictated gently.

The silence from the other side was more unnerving than his abrupt voice.

The knob turned, forcing your fingers to clench at the soft fabric loosely surrounding you. The door opened just a smidge, faced the opposite way, allowing neither of you to see anything.

“Do you want me to…”

“Yes…” you croaked, “please.” gulping down your ego.

The door creaked open, letting Loki in before he closed it. His eyes scanned the candles before landing at the end on your figure standing inside the bathtub awkwardly holding the lone fabric over your body covering you decently.

The loose strands from your hair touching your shoulders glistened at the ends right where they had mingled with the wetness of your body, painting you in a sensual light for the God to stand in awe of for that one moment before his eyes landed on the discolouration over your left shoulder.

There was a bruise over the length of the arm today. It really was getting worse.

“Get out of the tub before you hurt yourself more,” Loki stated, pushing his sweatshirt’s sleeves up, allowing you to catch the glimpse of his tensed veins showing through the pale skin.

“Fair enough,” you acknowledged, trying to lift your leg to step out but nearly slipping instead.

“On second thought,” he mentioned before stepping forward, “don’t,” wrapping one arm around your waist and lifting you up as if your weight meant nothing to him.

His hair tickled your nose as you carefully put you down on the dry floor while his scent flooded you.

Okay, here comes the worst part.

Loki turned towards the door to grab your shorts from the hook and came back with a considerate look on his face.

You did not have any idea how to go about this without exposing yourself to him. And at this point, the pain was too much to even think about what Loki would think. But you did know you would bang your head in every wall you saw once the pain had gone and been replaced by pure awkwardness.

Loki, on the other hand, was actually doing something about it. Watching the horror piling up on your face as you saw your shorts in his hands, he understood it all too well.

So, thinking what was the most obvious choice, he swiped his finger on the inside of his lip before killing the light off the candles one by one.

When the last one died under his fingers did you realise what he was trying to do, allowing your rapidly accelerating heartbeat to settle down a bit.

The darkness was quite surreal. At first, there was nothing but a blank space. Pure perfect black. And then slowly you started making out shapes as light passed through pinholes from the opaque paper that covered the windows. Tiles. Outline of the basin.

Loki.

You caught your breath as his silhouette came close enough for you to feel the heat radiating off your body be absorbed by his cold one. Copying calm movements of the shoulder marking his breathing, you let go of the fabric separating the riled up air between you and him.

The towel dropped on to the floor. Your better hand came forward in the darkness to land on his chest- recoiling at the closeness first- before going up.

“Left leg,” he spoke softly, making a certain spring inside you coil up as you felt him kneel before you.

Oh God. The things your brain was imagining right now.

You did as he asked, lifting your leg, feeling the cold touch of his hand as it grazed by your ankle to help you; did the same with your other leg before his hands moved the pair up the length of your legs. His breath tantalised your thighs. Close. He was too close. His thumb grazed by them like miniature icicles teasing you with that minute touch to do nothing but provoke the parts where it went by, leaving bits of you in flames.

The moment he let his thumbs away, the elastic snapping on your waist got you back from your disruptive thoughts that had started creating one pulsating curiosity in between your legs.

You could feel the muscles under your hand- that you were using for support- move. In the midst of turning your head down and bending a little to make out the cause of that movement in the dark, you felt your jaw strike something hard and go backwards, bringing out a defeated grunt from inside your throat.

“Sorry,” you both muttered as Loki's reflexes worked to prevent you from losing balance and falling back, grabbing you by the small of your back and pushing you closer towards him.

“Don't fall,” he warned as you felt the cold from his hands work its way into your spine- both up and down, firing up the neurons appropriately for either direction as if his touch knew what it was doing.

His breath fanned your baby hair falling down on your forehead, making you wonder how close his lips were to yours.

You are in insufferable pain, your arm tried to remind you.

A-women, the coil in your abdomen raised its hands, causing you to clench your toes.

The injured arm- with a little effort and a lot of pain- went across your chest to keep the modesty- that had no place right now anywhere in the dark but your own mind- intact.

Loki brought your shirt from the hook and layered it before grabbing hold of your bare shoulders in the dark.

“Stay still.”

You are not making it easy to stay still, Jack Frost.

“What?”

“Hm?”

“Did you say something?”

“Nope.”

You knew he was rolling his eyes at you from somewhere before you felt a familiar fabric with your scent come over your head and fall the rest of the way.

The good arm did the work on its own. The bad one took some growling, curses, the God's personal instructions on how to pass an arm through a shirt.

“Are you stretching it? Don't stretch it. You'll tear the fabric.”

“I'm not stretching it I'm trying to straighten my arm without feeling a thousand candles burning it from the inside.”

“Highly impractical but go off I guess.”

“Your mouth is impractical. Ghh!”

“Don't twist it. Just move it straight up as if you were trying to punch someone taller than you.”

“Last time I checked I am the one in pain, Loki. Just shush and let me work my way around-”

“Did you just tear the stitch?”

“...”

“Y/N.”

“...no.”

“I heard a little rip. Y/N I am telling you-”

“It's done.”

“Show me.”

You felt his hand grab your upper waist and run up, making you flinch and smack it hard.

“W-hey!”

“I said it's done. Thank you for your help.”

With that, you grabbed your towel from the floor and moved out of the bathroom- “Wait, don't go out. It's-” immediately regretting leaving the somewhat heated dark space.

“What in the actual f-”

“Freezing.”

The apartment was bitter beyond your capacity and the rumble of thunder from outside was not a positive effect in any sense. Chilly wind was blowing in from the broken window pane, driving the temperature down by a couple of notches.

“I'm going to die in here,” you groaned before running over to the bed and getting under the comforter. “You're cold too, dammit,” you pouted at the fluff before smacking it halfheartedly and burying your face in it.

“Romanoff called while you were in there,” Loki began as he moved towards the systems showing the working camera and heat signatures, “she warned me about the incoming storm tonight. Stark has set up signals to track any unusual movements from inside that house. So, we need not take shifts tonight.”

You brought your knees closer to your chest under the cold comforter to feel some ounce of heat inside you.

“And she assured me Clint was properly punished for the beer,” he concluded, giving a once-over to the screen before turning towards you.

“Good,” you nodded in response, visibly shivering under the heavy, supposedly warm, layers, “good. So?”

Loki licked his lips while his hands stopped in the midst of clasping on to each other. “So?”

You raised your shoulders like it was the most obvious thing to do.

“So, what the heck are you waiting for? Get in here,” you declared.

His usually cocky brow took up a notch as it showered its judgemental stare down on you. “I beg your pardon?”

And that did it for you.

Your face went blank even as your body vibrated, trying to kindle some kind of heat in the middle of a frozen apartment while looking at the frost giant with a murderous gaze.

“I am freezing here. My arm is pulsating with mind-numbing pain, thanks to the cold. The only thing close to a radiator, or even a freaking human body, is you. So drop your chivalry veiling the ego for one night and get under the covers before I die of hypothermia and you have to explain to the rest of the group what went down.”

Loki watched you, mouth agape, taking a few moments of his own to let your words seep in.

“You have a pretty sharp tongue for someone who is suffering do you know that, woman!” He practically spat out the last word, making you to close your mouth at his aversion towards you.

Flopping back on the mattress, you turned to the other side- the one that did not face Loki but made you put nearly all your weight on the hurting side- and face the wall. Closing your eyes, you used the rage inside you to kindle some kind of warmth as you brought the rest of your body close to speed up the process.

The exhaustion, pain and lack of heat played their own tunes in your mind- one sticking to a bongo, other an upright bass and the last one, the largest possible gong- making you walk in and out of a wavy sleep that might have lasted five minutes or half an hour. But somewhere in the midst of the waking up and falling back down, you felt the bed dip behind you, causing you to turn and face Loki through tired eyelids.

“Trust our egos to kill us without mercy,” he whispered, never taking his eyes off you as he planted one arm under your head and pulled you closer to him by the waist with the other one.

You didn't fight. The heat from his hands was welcomed by your shuddering muscles, more than ever. You pushed your head from his arm to his chest, finally breathing easy as his heat travelled to your cheek.

Loki hesitated at first, taken by surprise as you just made your way over to his chest. But once he could feel your tremble on his own skin, he instinctively wrapped his arm around you to provide you with as much warmth as he could, gradually.

A peaceful moan escaped a sleeping you as your trembles died and your breathing normalised, sending the God's heart in a flurry. He carefully placed your injured arm over him, keeping it at level with- or maybe a little higher- the rest of your body so as to have rest as much as it could.

Your leg shifted under the fluffiness of the comforter curling over Loki's. Even in your sleep it was hard to miss the hardness it came in contact with under the sheets but you did not want to be bothered by it. At least not tonight. That was a thing to unpack for tomorrow maybe. So, you tucked it carefully in one corner of your brain, never realising what a simple graze from your touch was already brewing in the poor God's mind, making sure he wouldn't get much sleep with the thoughts he was going to try to keep at bay for the rest of the night.

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[sugakookiesbutbadass]

💜 Soft Bias Tag 💜

i was tagged by the two lovelys at @bts-soccer-moms​ to do the most adorable tag ever ~ tysm this was so much fun!! 

1. Who is my bias?

my favourite muscle bunny jeon jungkook, kookie, nochu, love of my life

2. What made you notice them?

“Dope” was my first bts mv and i swear it was legitimately love at first sight (that police uniform got me whipped from the start but shhh) i’ve never chosen a bias that quick in my life tbh i didn’t even know what a bias was back then and i already knew it was going to be him (cheesy i know) also when i started watching more bts content i fell for his honey vocals, his big sparkly eyes, his cute bunny smile, and he’s just my ideal boy you know? he’s beautiful and talented what more can i say?

3. What’s your favourite thing about them?

i know everyone says this about their bias but honestly can you blame us? of course the answer is everything! i love everything about him, his passion and ambition for music, his big heart and love for his hyungs, his cute mannerisms, his will to strive to become the best at whatever he sets his mind to, he’s not only beautiful on the outside but he’s infinitely beautiful on the inside 

4. Who would initiate skinship more?

i think at the beginning probably me? mostly because he's such a shy shy boy but also i think once he's more comfortable it will be pretty balanced between us

5. Who would hog the blankets more?

either neither of us or him bc i'm literally a human heater so i don't really need to hog the blankets that much plus if he just cuddles up to me he wouldn't need to hog them anyways  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

6. Who would be more clingy?

i don't think either of us are that noticeably clingy but if it's just us and not in public then perhaps me? 

7. Who would say “I love you” first?

hmmm is it cheesy if i say we happened to say it at the same moment bc it finally felt right? lolol but idk i think maybe he would to say it first cuz it takes me a while to finally admit things so yeah

8. Who easily be more flustered?

oh man i think we both tie in this one but i’d like to think that i can hide it better than him, i mean have you seen the stuttering mess kookie is when his hyungs catch him off guard poor bun bun

9. What cuddling position would you two have?

please refer to this taekook moment as a point of reference

10. Which colours remind you of him?

two colours come to mind:

~ golden honey yellow: he's not the golden maknae for nothing, also like i've said before, his honey vocals make me melt every time and he's also the sweetest boy so of course he reminds me of honey plus he looks so precious whenever he wears yellow

~ a deep bold red: it reminds me of the fire and raw passion in his eyes as he performs, the energy he exerts when he dances, and just that alluring presence he holds when he knows he's owning the stage

tldr: kookie is 💛✨🍯 and jungkook is ❤️🔥🎤

11. What season would you like to spend with them?

summer! i want to have all the fun in the world with him without any worries or cares in the back of our minds, i want to have cute amusement park dates, ice cream at the park dates, bowling alley and arcade dates, everything and anything, we could go out to the pier, stargaze, the whole shabang 

12. Who would bake the cookies and who would steal the batter?

based on the cooking run bts episodes, i think he'd be better in the kitchen than me tbh and i'm not much of a baker but i will help if i see someone else baking but also low key so that i can sneak a bite or two

13. Which one of you would make bad puns and how would the other react?

i think both of us would crack a pun every now and then and the other person would just sigh and roll their eyes but also quietly chuckle and note to themselves to one up the other person in the future 

14. Who would want to adopt 50 cats and dogs?

i think we would alternate between one of us being like "you know what sounds like a good idea? adopting a dog. right now. let's do it." and the other one being the Reasonable One™ but then eventually one day we both end up being the one wanting the dog and attempting to enable the other and so we end up getting a cute dog child and we live happily ever after the end

15. Which one of you would nearly burn the kitchen down trying to microwave a pop tart and who would come to the rescue?

well considering kookie had said before that he has One Fear which happens to be microwaves so i'm gonna say it's him. it will be like:

him: "kirstyyyy can you make me a pop tart?"

me: "sorry kookie i'm a bit busy at the moment, can you try making it yourself?"

*smoke detector goes off in the distance* 

me: *cleans up the mess and makes him a new one* 

me: "you're an idiot" 

him: "yeah but i'm your idiot" 😉 

me: “ugh you're lucky i still think you're cute” 🙄 

him: “heheh sorry ily” 😙

16. Who likes to lean over trail railings and who pulls them back?

i think we'd both have our moments for this because we both have no fear of heights and have moments where #dangerismymiddlename but then again we are also promoters of safety so yeah 

17. What would watching a horror movie with them be like?

it would consist of a lot of fun banter and teasing towards whoever jumps or get scared :P i really enjoy watching horror films with company because i love commentating (especially for dumb horror films where i get to yell at the characters for making dumbass decisions) but i also get a laugh whenever someone (including myself) gets a big scare so yeah, i think it would be fun to have a horror movie marathon with kookie during spooky season or something

18. Who would be the cheesy flirt and who would be the smooth flirt?

i think kookie can be 50/50 i mean have you seen this boy's duality? his dorky offstage personality vs his sensual onstage presence gives me whiplash.. me on the other hand, i think my cheesiness will outweigh my smoothness like 75/25 

19. Who would be more competitive?

we will make everything a competition, but like in a fun healthy way like "i bet i can beat you in this track in mario kart" "iS tHaT A cHaLLeNgE??!?" and whoever wins gets like a little prize each time (can be anything from food to a peck on the cheek to getting the better controller next time to picking the next movie etc.) like just simple silly competitions to keep it interesting (no sore losers or egotistic winners in this house, it's all just fun and games) and ooo bonus: we can keep a little chart over like the month or maybe the year like a "jungkook vs kirsty" and the overall winner gets a grand prize of whatever they want 

20. Who would have to be given constant reminders (to eat, sleep, drink water, etc.)

him. we all know that he works his hardest and tries to push himself past his limits so i think he would need someone to gently remind him to take care of himself from time to time :’( 

21. Who sends memes and who sends cute “i miss you” texts at 3 am?

we're talking about your resident meme king and queen here so what do you think? but then again we both have our soft hours so i think it will be a fair mix of both. something like 

"i miss you"

"you meme a lot to me" 

and that’s it!! this was honestly so much fun to do and i’m now feeling softer than usual for my bunny rip gonna go watch some cute compilations or something ok byeee

i tag: @wen-jun-bae, @blueberry-child, @taeyongskookie, @cyphersnamjoon, @mysticalj, @jinstaej, @min-baby-boy-yoongi, @majinstic, @madpanda69, @kochiniseokjinnie, @im-captain-of-this-ship,  @kawaii-ing, @chiantae, @dailygifihope, and anyone else who wants to do this :) 

[jaskiersbeloved]

3x10 Erchomai

Warning: This review contains spoilers

1. SIMON

Wow. Freaking wow. At the course of these two episodes he has went through so much, that I can’t even IMAGINE how he is feeling right now. I mean... First he was tortured, then attacked his sister, his mother disowned him, then he had to encanto her KNOWING how much of a pain it will bring to her and then he is convinced that he killed Clary. It’s just.. So wrong. He'is going to blame himself for it for the rest of his life and like... Jesus Christ he doesn’t deserve this. But um.... At least he has his sister and Izzy to help him, right? RIGHT?

(And please give Alberto an Oscar. Please. He deserves it)

2. LILITH

THAT FREAKING FLASHBACK. It was... It was so good! It expleined how they have met and why Sebastian turned to her and her motivations too. And may I say that IF she wasn’t all of that... You know... demonic she would have actually been a good mother? Like she’s going to do EVERYTHING for her kid. She’s good with words and that also what made her an excellent villan. I really liked her more than Valentine. her motives were real and she herself was more beliveble as a villan. Truth be told, i will miss her. Farewell, Mother of Demons.

3. CLARY

Jesus Christ and his mother, this girl truly made me worried. Like shit, she had to wait, expecting death, just to realize that if she lives her demon brother will too. And I think even if Simon hadn’t showed up she’d still be willing to sacrifice herself (even though her hands were bounded but shhh). And wow. This season she REALLY grew on me. No more “me, me, me" more “others, others,others”. And my God, I’m scared for what the writers will give us, when it comes to her in 3b.

4. Magnus

HE GAVE UP WHAT!? OF FREAKING COURSE! OF FREAKING COURSE THEY WERE FORSAHDOWING THIS SINCE THE EPISODE ONE TO DO THIS! OF FREAKING COURSE! WHY FREAKING NOT, OMG! And yeah, sure go to Asmodeus and then RETURN JUST TO FIND THE LOVE OF YOUR LIFE DYING, KNOWING THERE IS NOTHING, NOTHING YOU CAN DO TO SAVE HIM! Asmodeus look, I have a few people that i would GLADLY sacrifrice just for you to give Magnus his magic back. This is gonna scarr him so much. He is so used to it so having it gone? It’s the worst... yet stilll he’s so selfless... And Jesus Christ that talk with Asmodeus? That really intrigurated me! Like?? On the one hand I don’t wanna know what was happening during Magnus’ time in Edom but on the other... I mean there has to be the reason why Magnus’ voice broke down so much when he said “I was just a child!”. I hope they’re going to explore it....

5. Jace

Well hi back... From one hell to another... Jesus Christ, he’s mental state is going to be so fucked up for the time being... Like he was ‘awake” when The Owl were doing all of these things while using his body. He has seen The Owl fighting Alec. He has seen him mistreating Clary and Izzy. He’s not going to forgive himself. Esepcially when he thinks that Clary died partially because of him...

6. Alec

Ouch. ouch, ouch, ouch, you DO NOT finish the episode like this?! Oh God, I HOPE that Magnus called Catarina! (Yes I KNOW that he’s the main and it isn’t GoT, yet still, allow me to be worried OKAY). Wow. This battle with Owl!Jace? That battle was really great, the fighting choreography were on point... if it weren’t for that that when both of them lost their weapons during the fight I was practically screaming “ALEC! THERE IS A PERFECT KNIFE, JUST LYING ON THE GROUND, WAITING FOR SOMEONE TO TOOK IT IN! IT CAN BE YOU!” But okay, this battle must’ve been hard for him. I mean he grew up with him. He’s his parabatai and knowing he has to kill him... Also shit, how do you think he’ll react when he finds out what Magnus did to save Jace? Oh Jesus...

7. LUKE

So everyone had to sacrifice something, huh? Oh damn I hope he and Ollie will find out a way to explain everything to the Mundanes. Even though it’s going to be SO DAMN HARD to cover. Also damn, Luke is alone again, isn’t he? He lost his pack. He lost Maia. He lost Clary. Like... He doesn’t have a fmaily now. Simon’s all that has left fro him now. And maaaaybe Maryse...

8. IZZY

Welp, looks like she’s going to serve for everyone here as a mental support right now, but also... She’s going to be devasted when she hears about Clary. i mean they were friends god damnit! But I’m glad she was with Simon.That she supported him no matter what and that she actually told him that they shouldn’ ask him for help right now... i mean... it’s the little things that counts, right?

9. Asmodeus

So turns out that all of the memes that the fandom have made about him were actually true? I am SHOCKED??? Like lmao, poor him, his son never did a blood sacrifrice for Father’s Day :(((((( Also... WHY he needs Magnus beside him so desperatly? Did he really grow fond of him? Or is it just for the power? Time will tell (I HOPE).

10. Maryse

Wow hello there! I’m glad she was there to help Luke! And wow, she’s going to turn full mother hen on her kids right now, isn’t she? I mean every single one of her children has lost something importnant. Each of them is really scarred for life. Like honestly after Alec delicatly dismissed her from the mission this is all she can do... And I hope they will show that...

11. OVERALL

That was... One hell of an episode. No pun intended) Summed up perfectly this half of a season. Left people hungry for more and boy, are we hungry... There are so many things that I’m looking forward to 3b and I hope they won’t be simply forgotten about. Comparing this to 2A, well... it leaves no comparation, it is simply so much better! They are so many things promised that I really HOPE that they will hold on these promises. From me this episode get’s 5.5/6. See y’all in August. Sonia’s out.

[lefthandedtribune]

somebody once asked me

which Gainax/Trigger animus I enjoy most. I ain’t the sharpest tool in the shed (but I made a list anyway). Some spoilers I guess, so beware. Also quite a few personal opinions, so beware of that too; I’m a horrible fanboy, especially when it comes to Imaishi’s work, and this list reflects that in its disgusting positivity. Anything not on the list I simply haven’t watched, off the top of my head it’s missing Kiznaiver but I’m sure there’s other stuff too; I’ve actually only been watching animu for a year or two, so lots of catching up to do.

1. FLCL - pride of place. I think there’s literally not a single scene in the whole of it that I’d dislike; as far as I’m concerned, it’s a tightly packed bundle of sheer fun, entirely not bothered by constraints of form, substance or style. And it only gets better with rewatches. Also, dat OST hnng

2. Kill la Kill - this is kind of a contentious one for me, because I actually don’t know if I’d put KlK or TTGL first; both are a case study in why I love, aye LOVE Imaishi as a director. I suppose it’s a question of how much I love ensemble shows done absolutely right (KlK) versus a sheer emotional rollercoaster ride (TTGL). At the end of the day, though, while I’d say KlK has the less impactful plot structure (scissor sisters ending WHEN - you don’t just have a weapon broken in two, and two sisters, without having both of them at the final confrontation), I am a sucker for how it handles characters and characterization; just taking tropey archetypes and turning them up to 11, and giving everyone a chance to show off and do their thing. If FLCL doesn’t have a scene I’d hate, KlK is the same for characters. It helps that it’s also phenomenally directed and so very imaginatively animated (making the budget cardboard cutouts episode actually one of the best and funniest imo was a masterstroke), and that Ryuuko is basically just my favouritest trope done right.

2.5 Tengen Toppa Gurren Lagann - it should by now be clear I am a huge sucker for INTENSE HOTBLOODED ACTION (which is, again, one of the reasons Imaishi is my spiritual liege). In my opinion, TTGL has an overall weaker cast of characters than its scantily clad sister series; Kamina overshadows absolutely everyone in the first part of the series, and Simon takes up the mantle soon afterwards (with a slightly awkward gap in between), giving precious few chances for the rest of the cast to shine. Nia also never sat right with me, feeling a little external to the cast, which meant that one of the emotional hooks for the second cour didn’t work as well on me as it could’ve. On the other hand - the pacing is insane in just the right way, and like I said earlier, it was much more of an emotional rollercoaster for me than KlK (many tears shed over episode 8). If I was in a slightly different mood, I might rank it over KlK - that’s how close they are in my mind, and frankly I adore both of them.

3. Inferno Cop - I unironically love it, so sue me. To me it’s why I love Trigger as a studio; it’s such a glorious shitpost, it pretty much feels like something they did for their own fun rather than to get viewers. Also, the sheer fact that this was the first thing all these incredibly talented animators did after leaving Gainax never fails to make me laugh. Bring on season 2.

4. Little Witch Academia - talking TV series here. I can’t really neatly slot the OVAs into a list together with episodic things, it feels like cheating because I adore the animation in both the original and Enchanted Parade so much (yes I know, FLCL was an OVA too, but shhh). If I did have to rate the OVAs, I’d put both of them very near FLCL, they’re masterpieces in animation, distinctive character design and compact storytelling IMO.

The series was a little weaker, which is natural given the differences in the two forms. If I could rank the two cours separately (and in many ways they feel like separate shows to me), the first cour might even rank above TTGL/KlK - but maybe that’s just me being an enormous sucker for slice of life; either way, and even though it stuttered in a few places, I felt it was closer to the original spirit of the OVAs and just an adorable, comfy ride throughout, with a cour finale that was basically... the Enchanted Parade but better? I’d say the second cour felt more awkwardly paced, maybe because it was (I think anyway) Yoshinari’s first time as a director for a full-length series. The plot came at the expense of any screentime whatsoever for Lotte and Sucy (and a lack of Sucy is an inexcusable crime in my eyes), Diana was properly introduced too late for me to really appreciate her at all, which meant her prominence in the climactic scenes (Akko coming to terms with her loss of magic, and the final missile fight) likewise struck me as awkward, too forced. Some episodes made me wonder if they shouldn’t have just made a separate series about Croix and Chariot (as they seemed to want to), who had probably the best and most dynamic relationship out of anyone in the series - but also struck me as a bit... tonally inconsistent with the rest of the series? On the other hand: I nitpick because I love it enough to constantly think about it, and the final episode was hands down some of the best animation I’ve ever seen. Also I love all these little witches too much.

5. Neon Genesis Evangelion + End of Evangelion - I’m not at all versed in mecha animu, so I didn’t appreciate the deconstruction as much as I might’ve otherwise. Still, it’s something of a seminal piece, isn’t it; even if plagued by budget issues (hello elevator scene, hello final episodes), I found it a gripping piece of storytelling, just... emotionally draining - which was rather the point, I guess. It’s actually a fairly deep work (though I hate using that word, being firmly in the ‘style over substance’ camp I don’t see how being shallow is at all a bad thing - if you do it right, it can be just as gripping, after all there was little revolutionary or especially ‘deep’ about TTGL or KlK but both are among my favourite things ever, ditto with Redline). That’s rare enough that I have plenty of love for Eva (+ EoE, I’d say you can’t really separate the two).

I’ll admit though, I originally watched it just because of dankest Cruel Angel’s Thesis memes.

6. Space Patrol Luluco - as with Inferno Cop, I unironically love it; secretly, more so than many serious and renowned animus I should, by rights, appreciate more than Luluco. It made me laugh until I cried, it was chock-full of shamelessly overt references to some of my favourite Gainax/Trigger shows, and the OP is catchy as fuk. Also, “the most worthless thing in the world - a middle schooler’s first love” remains a staple joke with my best friend.

7. Panty&Stocking with Garterbelt - the fact this is so low on the list is more testament to how much I love the other Trigger/Gainax series, rather than any failing of its own. I can see why it’d be hit and miss for some people, but as far as I’m concerned, Panty&Stocking was a hilarious, irreverent, sometimes (most times) giddily stupid ride, and the fact we’re not likely to get a second season is a crying shame.

8. NinjaSlayer from Animation - “but wait, you loved Inferno Cop, why isn’t NinjaSlayer higher then?” Well hypothetical reader voice, while I found swathes of Ninjaslayer to be hilarious in their own right, I couldn’t help the feeling that - unlike Inferno Cop - it sometimes overstayed its welcome, and wasn’t quite as punchy as a result. Maybe that’s a fault with the source material, who knows. Still, something about the fact that this is basically the only adaptation Trigger has done (I think so, anyway - something else might’ve slipped by me) tickles me the right way.

I’m not a very serious person, if you couldn’t tell yet.

Whew, that got much longer than I expected it to. I guess it’s good for finally getting my blog on brand, there hasn’t been a single ramble on it (reasonably priced or otherwise) since I started.

[coldmagnussprouts]

Paint my nails like one of your french girls (Cole Sprouse x Reader Imagine)

Pairing: Cole Sprouse x Reader

Description: You’re really not a fan of Cole Sprouse but you find yourself waiting for him outside a hotel in Vancouver because you were dragged by your best friend. When you finally get to meet him, he paints your nails and suddenly you’re twitter famous!

Warnings: None

Word count: 9,930

A/N: HI guys! This is my first imagine, I would really appreciate your feedback. And if anyone is interested, I can do a follow up on this story. Also, I am currently writing a fanfic featuring Cole Sprouse x OFC X Dylan Sprouse. 

My best friend, who also happened to be my twin brother’s girlfriend offered to pay for my flight and accommodation, in exchange of me tagging along so she can meet her childhood crush, Cole Sprouse. I complied because, do I really have a choice in this situation? Anyway, we’re only staying for 2 nights and then we’ll fly to Quebec to meet my twin brother and parents. They’re celebrating their wedding anniversary there.

I’m not really a fan of Cole or his twin brother or any celebrity in particular. To be honest, I’ve only seen an episode or two of their show ‘sweet life’. And the only reason I got to watch it was because I was over at Bianca’s doing our homework back in 5th grade. Disney or any other channel is not allowed in my home, except Discovery, Nat Geo, Animal Planet and BBC. So growing up, I never really developed an affinity with celebrities.

-

The girls who were waiting with us outside the hotel, ran frantically near the entrance while screaming their lungs out. So while waiting, I rummaged through my bag and saw a bottle of nail polish. I took it out and to cure my boredom, I decided to paint my nails.

Bianca excitedly grabbed my hand, disrupting my nail painting - causing me to paint across my 3 fingers. Now there’s a goop of nail polish all over my hand. I rolled my eyes so hard, I swear I could see my brain.

I was in the middle of figuring out how to fix my polish when Bianca called my name, waving at me with her phone.

“Y/N! Please help me take a picture with Cole!” Bianca shoved her phone to me, I felt her hands in tremors. With the nail polish bottle on my left hand, I snapped a few photos of her with Cole, not even looking at the screen. I handed the phone back to Bianca and she eagerly browsed through it. I walked behind her still pondering on how to salvage my nails when someone approached me.

“What would you like me to help you with?” came from someone I wasn’t expecting at all. I was quite surprised that when I look up, Cole was right in front of me.

Flustered and absolutely clueless, I replied nonchalantly.

“Uh, you could paint my nails?” I said, but it sounded more like a question.

He grabbed the bottle of nail polish off of me, and held my unpainted hand. He started to paint my nails and blew at them, while he smiled to no one in particular.

Alright, first of I wasn’t really expecting he would. I mean, I was just being polite and maybe a little bit sarcastic. Ironic I know, but verything happened so fast! Next thing I knew the girls formed a circle around us whispering loudly to each other.

“Oh my god, how could I not think of that?“ 

“She’s good!“ 

"Cole brush my hair please!”

Suddenly all funny requests were thrown at Cole. He just laughed at them, and when he was finally done he placed the nail polish on my other hand.

“I think I did better than you.” He said when he saw the messy nail paint on my left hand. He stared at me with dreamy eyes and charming smile. I just realized right then and there why these girls are mad about him. He is quite a looker, but most of all, he is genuinely kind.

He then proceeded to smile at the cameras, as I get pushed further to the back by the girls who wanted their turn to take pictures with Cole.

I stepped out of the crowd absolutely dumbfounded. I searched for Bianca and found her chatting up Cole with the rest of the girls.

I walked back to the café at the corner of the hotel and ordered myself an espresso. Man, that was intense and to be honest large crowds freak me out. I decided to sit at the table in the corner while waiting for Bianca.

A couple of minutes passed, I saw Bianca walked in the café, smiling from ear to ear. She sat in front of me and started to show me pictures on her phone.

“I took a video of Cole painting your nails!” She blurted out and pressed play.

First of all, I was never a camera person. Secondly, I specifically hate seeing myself in a photo, because I just look completely awkward. So when Bianca played the video, I saw myself looking utterly horrified with my mouth open, I swear I saw a fly went through. I was totally irked because I couldn’t  stomach seeing myself in a photo, even worse a video! I grabbed the phone from Bianca and turned it off.

“Aw Y/N come on now, it’s funny. And you look adorably starstruck!”

“No I wasn’t!”

“Yes, you were.”

“No, I wasn’t. I don’t even know him.”

“Yes you do.”

“Oh god! Bianca, you’ll never stop won’t you? I’m exhausted! We’ve been waiting outside for like 4, 5 hours? Just for a few pictures with your Cody, Cole, whatever?! Are you happy now?” I was frustrated and drained to say the least.

“Of course I am! I finally get to see him!” Bianca screeched, drawing all the attention to us.

I placed my hand above my forehead to cover my face, petrified from the attention people were giving us.

“Shhh! Calm down please. You’re embarrassing the both of us.” I said while I looked around, thankful that the crowd in the café were back to minding their own business.

“Fine, let’s go. And give me back my phone please.”

“Here. You better delete that video you took of me, or I swear!” I warned Bianca.

“Swear what?” She asked in jest.

“I’ll put pillow on your face while you’re sleeping!” I threatened her.

To which she just shrugged, smiling to herself as held my hand while we walked out of the café.

-

Cole’s POV

I slipped into the cafe just by the corner of the hotel I’m staying at. I actually love seeing my fans, they are one of the reasons why I went back to show business. It’s just inspiring to see that people appreciate what you do. But although I would love to spend more time with them, after 18 hours of straight taping, I really need a coffee break.

I saw “nail polish girl” the moment I entered the café. She was covering her face, looking utterly embarrassed on something her friend said. I made my way to the counter and overheard their conversation. She really stood out from the crowd, maybe because she requested for something no one has ever done before. It’s kind of funny and charming to be honest.

I was thinking of approaching them but hesitated due to the fact that I might draw some attention which kind of defeats the purpose of me being here. So instead I proceeded to order my drink. Curiosity building up in my head, she’s special I guess. Come to think of it, I didn’t even get her name.

-

Your POV

I headed to the bathroom for a quick shower when we got back to our hotel room. While Bianca was still busy gushing over her photos with Cole.

When I stepped out of the shower I saw Bianca grinning on her phone and I know that face. That conspiring full of intent look on her face. I’ve seen that many times before. And I will find out whatever ploy she’s up to.

My phone started to sound with incoming notifications, like someone’s been spamming me with texts. I for one don’t receive that much texts. Either it’s from my parents, or my twin brother. But I doubt they’re too free to text me that much. I stared at Bianca, completely knowing that this is her own doing.

My eyes widen by the sight of twitter notifications. Another thing to know about me is that, I barely use my twitter. In fact, the only reason I have a twitter was because Bianca created it of her own accord, without even my consent. She said she needed 1 more follower to reach her thousand. So I, being the bestest friend in the world, complied. Also because she’s already created it and won’t let me delete it or her account will have 1 less follower. The only tweet I’ve ever done was “Hello world.” due to Bianca’s constant nagging that I should tweet something or people will think I’m a bot. Which is why I tweeted that, to spite Bianca. Because bots and “Hello world” being the default greeting of sites in the interweb. Anyway, back to my twitter, there’s so many mentions of my twitter handle and suddenly my followers increased from 1 to now 500 and counting.

“Beee-yung-kuh! What did you do?” I asked her sternly.

“I made you meme famous! You’re welcome!” She stood up and headed to the bathroom for her turn to shower.

I was absolutely mortified to say the least, did I mention that I hate drawing attention to myself? With my hair still dripping wet, my body only wrapped in bathrobe, I sat on Bianca’s bed - that’s my evil move, to dampen her sheets - I braced myself and unlocked my phone.

“Holy guacamole!” I exclaimed to myself when I saw what Bianca tweeted, which gained about 3k of RT’s now.

Twitter

@Bianca'sTwitterHandle: Paint my nails like one of your french girls! @colesprouse @YourTwitterHandle

Retweets:

OMG! Is @YourTwitterHandle the new GF of @colesprouse??? I SHIP THEM!!!! <3

@colesprouse please do my nails too!!!! Ugh PNAIT MY WHOEL BODY!!!!

@Bianca’sTwitterHandle is @YourTwitterHandle and @colesrpouse together????

I'm SHOOKET! But what’s their ship name? @colesprouse @YourTwitterHandle

I wanna see more pics of them! Write me some fanfics, anyone? @colesprouse @YourTwitterHandle

Meet nail polish girl, @YourTwitterHandle. Sassily asked @colesprouse to paint her nails. 💅🏻

Isn’t @colesprouse just amazing? Such a total dreamboat! #BAEGOALS #DREAMBOAT

Here’s @colesprouse being such a total dreamboat, painting @YourTwitterHandle’s nails like a boss!

When bae @colesprouse would do anything to please you @YourTwitterHandle . Like paint your nails! #dreamboat #baegoals

DM’s:

Please take care of Cole!!!!

Can you please post a photo of you and Cole??? We’re just so glad he’s happy and in love!

Who are you B*tch! Get away from Cole, he’s mine!!!!

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I locked my phone and threw it at my bed. I don’t know how to handle this kind of thing. I’m certainly not prepared for this. It’s all Bianca’s fault. My phone won’t stop buzzing. I picked it up again to set it on silent mode when I saw this on my screen:

@colesprouse is now following you!

I cleared my notifications and instead of putting it to silent, I turned it off. And waited impatiently for Bianca to come out of the bathroom. Oh she is so dead!

She was humming happily when she stepped out, even shaking her booty, purposely ignoring my deadly stare. I grabbed a pillow and threw it at her. Head shot! Hah!

“Y/N!” she screamed my name. Her eyes were fiercely giving off lethal vibes as she threw the pillow right back at me.

“Why. Did you. Tweet. That?” I said in between dodges as we both hit each other with pillows.

“You. Are. No. Fun!”

“I am. Telling. My brother. About. This!”

I dropped the pillow and dived for my phone on the bed. Bianca pulled my leg to stop me from reaching my phone but I managed to grab it before I was pulled down on the floor. We fought with just our bathrobes on. Her arms and limbs were all over me like a koala bear. I pulled her hair, escaping her clutches and ran towards the door.

I stepped out of the room panting, I held the handle to stop Bianca from getting out, and as I was pulling the door hard I accidentally shoved someone who’s walking by the hallway.

“Sorry!” I turned around to face the person, and saw Cole standing flabbergasted, his mouth agape. I followed his eyes as they scanned me from head to toe. When our eyes met, sudden realization hit me! I was only in my bathrobe!

“Hey you’re uh…”

“Y/N!” The door flew open revealing Bianca shouting my name. “Oh hey Cole!” Bianca said as grabbed my shoulder and tried to pull me back in. She paused and looked back at Cole again, her face full of surprise.

“Cole? What are you? Doing. Here?” She paused unsure of how to put her words properly into a sentence.

“I’m staying here? In this hotel.” Cole replied, scratching his head.

I silently made my way to the door, with my arms clenched to my waist to avoid exposing my naked body underneath the robe but before I could even step in.

“Would you want to go out for dinner?” Cole asked Bianca I supposed, my back was facing him.

“Oh Cole, that’s so sweet of you. But I’m actually taken. I have a boyfriend. But I’m a big fan!” Bianca said in a chirpy manner. She then grabbed both my shoulders, turning me back around to face Cole. I swear I never prayed so hard to all the gods wishing the floor would swallow me up.

“Actually, I meant to ask. Uh, Y/N? That’s your name right?” Cole asked  with a smile forming in his face.

[phanarchy-blog]

Always

Words: 2,886

Warnings: angst, aggression

Dan and Phil have been raising their daughter Emmy Louise perfectly well for a few years now, but then she’s thrown into the spotlight. What will happen when Dan and Phil can’t agree on how to protect her?

Part 4 of a series which starts with The End of All Things! Can be read separately but for the full experience, follow the link above!

Dan gazed fondly as Emmy ran up to Phil and lifted her arms up high.

“You can say it. Use your words,” Phil said gently, putting the wooden spoon down and stepping away from the sauce pot on the stove.

“Up!” Emmy cheered in a small voice. Phil smiled at her and lifted her to his waist, resting her on his cocked-out hip and letting her look into the spaghetti sauce. He kept a hesitant watch, being sure no bubbles popped at her.

“Remember Emmy,” Dan called from his seat at the table. “After dinner it’s play time, and then we’ll tuck you into bed. Then if you need something you have to go to daddy because I’ll be working, okay?”

Emmy took a second to process it all, and then nodded. “Okay, Dad.” Dan grinned widely. She’d only just learned how to put together sentences, and even though it was a short one, he couldn’t imagine being more proud.

Phil lifted Emmy off his hip and set her down on the floor. “Now run along and play, this is almost done.” Emmy ran off, and Phil smiled at Dan, “How did I get so lucky?”

“Well, she’s half you,” Dan replied.

“Yeah, she’s also half you,” he said. “Which is a good thing. I just realized that made it sound like that’d make her worse, but I think that’s why she’s so great.”

Dan stood up and crossed the room to meet his husband, wrapping his arms around his waist and pulling him close. “You know, I’m pretty lucky myself.” He kissed him softly, letting himself feel it in his chest.

Dan closed his copy of “House at Pooh Corner” and peeked above it to see Emmy had fallen fast asleep. Phil looked down at his watch.

“Time for your live show?” he asked.

“Yeah, I’ll be cutting it close,” Dan replied. “I’ll meet you in bed in an hour.” Dan winked, only half joking.

They took turn kissing Emmy on the head, and grasped hands as they left her room, holding on for as long as they could while parting directions.

Dan entered the office and, browser already open to YouNow, hit the “Go Live” button.

“Hi guys!” he chuckled. “‘You look like shit’ someone says.” He laughs again. “I do look like shit! Thanks for pointing it out chat! I’ve just had a long day. Parent life, you know. But she’s asleep now, so shhh..” he raised one finger to his lips hushing the computer, which was of course silent anyway.

Dan watched as chat exploded. He expected it, of course. Any time he mentioned Phil, or Emmy. Frustratingly enough, it was as if the relationship between the three of them were what people cared about more than anything. As if their actual accomplishments were meaningless because they had love. Some days he appreciated it, other days like today, it was a bit annoying. He had plenty of experience hiding that though.

“No, I’m not going to get Emmy,” he said as he continued scrolling. “She needs sleep. Trying to get her on a consistent schedule, of course. Don’t want her ending up like me. And Phil needs his shower, so no him for now either, I’m afraid. You’ll have to deal with just me. On my live show.”

He tapped his lip with his thumb, wondering what else he could talk about. He realized at that moment that he didn’t do much apart from care for Emmy Louise anymore. Not that he was a particularly active person before, but he made videos more often back when she was a baby and he didn’t worry about her running into shot while filming, and needing to start over.

“No, I haven’t seen the newest Game of Thrones episode,” he answered, still mindlessly reading the screen, answering any questions he could find that didn’t center on his daughter or husband. “I could tell you all about Baby Einstein though.” He laughed. Truth be told, he actually enjoyed watching it with her.

Just then, Dan heard little footsteps coming up behind him. And crying.

“Dad dad dad dad,” Emmy said, hiccuping as she cried. Dan turned to find Emmy sobbing behind him, blanky in hand and sucking her thumb with tears streaming down her face. He immediately got out of his chair and knelt down in front of her.

“What happened?” he asked and opened his arms wide. She threw herself into them and buried her head in his neck.

“Bad dream,” she mumbled, sniffling hard.

“It’s okay sweetie, they’re not real.” He picked her up and sat with her in his chair, her back facing the camera, so at the very least she wasn’t totally exposed. He pulled her back a bit to look her in the eyes. He wiped the thick mop of wavy brown hair from her face and looked into her blue eyes. “You know what grandma told me about bad dreams? She said once you tell someone about them, they don’t come back anymore. So you’re safe with me now. You can fall back asleep here.” He pushed her head gently back onto his shoulder, and leaned back in his chair. “But Dad’s still working, so I’m gonna talk to these guys too,” he said. “Sorry about this,” he said, shaking his head and rolling his eyes, but also smiling. “Realities of parenthood.” He rocked her back to sleep.

“Dan, have you seen Tumblr yet this morning?” Phil asked, sipping his coffee slowly. Dan sighed from the other side of the sofa. “Of course,” he said. He peeked behind his laptop screen. Emmy was there on the floor, playing with her blocks. Dan knew he had to be careful about what to say around her.

“I’m sorry,” Phil said. “I thought she’d be asleep longer. I wouldn’t have showered if I knew she’d have a nightmare.”

“Phil, that’s alright. I just worry, you know?” He kept scrolling through the website, and of course their tags were full of their daughter’s face. He reached his hand up to stroke over his face, contemplating what to do next.

Most of the pictures and comments were nice, sure. Some of them, not so much. One troublesome user had already turned Emmy’s sobbing face into a reaction meme. He’d found it being used a couple times outside of the fandom. People who didn’t even know who they were or where it came from were now spreading her image like wild fire.

“She didn’t ask for this,” Dan said quietly.

“I know, Dan.” Phil reached for his husband’s hand, and looked at him with the deepest level of concern Dan had ever seen on him.

“We have to do something,” Dan said. Phil squeezed his hand in reply.

Hours passed, and once they had successfully dropped Emmy Louise off with her god mother Louise, they were ready to have this conversation uninhibited.

“Phil, we can’t subject her to this,” Dan started. “I don’t know how we thought we could avoid it, but it’s starting way earlier than I would have expected. She’s a baby still, really.”

“I know Dan, but I don’t know how to avoid it any better than we have been. For the most part, things have been good. I think it’ll all blow over. Give it a week or two,” Phil said.

“Yeah, this will blow over, but what about next time?” Dan was beginning to raise his voice at Phil, the anxiety of it all causing him to feel angry with Phil for not being just as upset as he was. “Will she deal with this shit her whole life?”

“No, of course not,” Phil said automatically.

“What do you mean, ‘Of course not’? How can you possibly guarantee that?”

Dan stood up from where he was sitting across from Phil. He began to pace, and ran his fingers through his hair, puffing the front up into a quiff.

“Dan, calm down. We’ll figure something out,” Phil attempted to reassure him.

“What if she’s picked on in school because of us?” Dan asked. He stopped and looked Phil directly in the eye. “For having two dads who are practically famous for being two nerds on the internet.”

“If she’s picked on, she’ll grow into a very strong little girl. That happens sometimes, Dan. We can’t prevent anything bad from ever happening to her,” Phil said. His voice was firm now. He was getting mad now too, because for some reason, everything Dan said sounded like placing blame on him.

“Shouldn’t we at least fucking try? Damn, I know you had friends in school, and that got you through it, but I was picked on, and I went through school alone. I hated myself. I don’t ever want Emmy to go through that.”

Phil stood right in front of Dan and, without realizing it, puffed his chest out. “Neither do I, so what do you suggest we do about it?!” Phil shouted.

“I think we should stop,” Dan said resolutely. Phil stopped in his tracks. Dan was motionless. He let it sink in. “I think we should quit.”

“What?” he yelled, totally shocked. “No way in hell! Quit YouTube over some trolls posting pictures? When has that ever stopped us before?!” Phil threw his arms up in the air. 

“Phil, this is our daughter!” Dan screamed. “Don’t you get that?! It’s not about us anymore!” Dan turned and kicked the coffee table. His foot collided with it with a loud bang. Pain shot up through his leg, but he was too angry to let it show. Instead, it just made him want to hit more things. He clenched his fists by his sides.

Phil slammed his hand against the wall, desperate to get the upper hand in the conversation somehow. “Yeah, and what will that show her? That you should run and hide from the things we’re afraid of? Is that what we should teach her?”

“It would show her that we love her, and that we’re good fathers,” he spat.

“Oh, so if I disagree I’m not a good father. Is that what this is?” Phil accused. “I don’t love her?”

Dan quieted at that. “That’s not what I said, Phil.”

“It’s not what you said, but it’s what you meant. How dare you,” Phil said. “How fucking dare you.” His voice was low, husky. He stomped out of the room and up the stairs, into their shared bedroom. Dan followed behind him.

“What are you doing?” he asked, nervously.

“Packing,” Phil said. He threw a handful of shirts from the closet into his luggage, hangers and all. Dan stood completely still, watching his every movement.

“Where are you going?” he asked.

“My parents,” he said simply. He turned to the drawers and pulled out a few pairs of jeans. Now Dan was angry again.

“Oh sure, so it’s not okay to run and hide to protect our daughter from potential crazy people, but it’s okay to run and hide at mummy’s and daddy’s because you can’t get through an argument with your husband? Great message, Phil.” The sarcasm was dripping from his voice. Behind it all, Dan wished for nothing more than for Phil to put the clothes down. To talk to him.

“What can I say?” Phil said. “I’m not a good father, so what do I know?”

The words hit Dan like a freight train and he understood. He knew the line had been crossed and there was no easy way to come back from it.

Phil was shuffling down the stairs, Dan trailing him.

“Phil, don’t,” he said.

“Really, Phil, stop.”

Phil’s hand turned the knob.

“Fucking, really Phil,” and the door slammed in Dan’s face.

“Fine then! Go!” Dan waited to hear the door knob turn again, but instead he heard Phil’s pounding footsteps and the wheels of his truck fading into the distance. 

Dan turned his back to the door, and slunk into a puddle on the floor, head in his hands and sobbing.

Just before 8 o’clock, Louise rang and Dan buzzed her in. Phil was still gone, and Dan had no idea what he was going to say to Emmy.

Louise brought Emmy inside and she ran to Dan and quickly grasped onto his leg. He bent down to grab her and brought her up to his level. He smiled widely at her, overcompensating. He brought her in tightly for a hug.

Behind her head, Louise gave Dan a knowing look. He shook his head at her. The air in the room was thick with the question.

“Where’s Daddy?” Emmy asked happily.

“Daddy’s gone to visit Grandma and Grandpa Lester for a bit. But he told me to tell you he loves you so much and to give you a kiss from him!” Emmy puckered her lips like a fish and Dan kissed them, sending her into a fit of giggles. He bounced her a few times before setting her down. “Almost bed time, sweetie. Play for now while I talk to Aunt Louise.”

“Anything?” she asked, glancing at the young girl behind Dan, worried what this all means for her.

“Not a word,” Dan said. He began to wring his hands nervously. Louise pulled him into a hug.

“He’ll come back,” she whispered to him. She backed away and nodded at him. “I’m going to head out so you can put her to sleep, and call Phil, okay?” She said the last part cheerily, to keep up appearances for Emmy.

Is this what their future would be like?

Emmy had fallen asleep two hours ago, and Dan still hadn’t called Phil. What could he say? That he was sorry? That he was a jackass? That everything would work out, he just knew it? How could he tell Phil that things would work out when he felt like they were all falling apart?

Dan put on Spotify low over the speakers in the bedroom. He wanted the music to distract him as much as it could. Of course, the universe was not so kind. When the universe wants something, it makes it happen. That’s what it felt like when the first song began to play. A beautiful acoustic riff drifted into the room.

When the world gets too heavy put it on my back,

I’ll be your levy. You are taking me apart,

like bad glue on a get well card.

Dan was crying again already.

It was always you falling for me,

now there’s always time, calling for me.

I’m the light blinking at the end of the road.

Blink back to let me know.

Dan laid down on his bed. It felt empty without the weight of his husband on the opposite side. He let his tears drip down the sides of his cheeks as the music washed over him.

Oh the castle’s under siege,

but the sign outside says “Leave me alone”.

Dan heard the patter of little feet outside his door, and the thought of it threw him into sobs.

Blink back to let me know. (It was always you.)

Blink back to let me know. (It was always you.)

The door creaked open slowly, and there she was. He couldn’t hide from her this time. Emmy ran in and climbed up into the bed.

“I miss Daddy too,” she said. She hugged her dad and rubbed his arm.

Dan cried harder and gently brushed her hair from her face. He patted her head.

“Let’s call him,” Dan said. He reached for his phone and dialed. Each each ring the knot in his chest grew tighter, unsure of what he would say. It was late now. Would Phil even pick up?

Phil’s voice came across the voice mail, in a cheerful tone that spread warmth to Dan’s heart while also mocking him.

“Phil, Emmy needs you tonight.” He sniffled. “I really need you tonight.” His voice broke and he began choking back tears through the phone. He hung up. Dan laid down again in the bed and pulled Emmy close to his chest.

“Let’s go back to sleep, honey.” Dan forced a smile. “We’ll see Daddy again soon.”

Dan woke to the rustle of the covers as Phil climbed in behind him. He rolled over gently, so as not to wake Emmy.

“Phil?” he whispered.

“Yeah?” Phil said.

“I’m so sorry.”

“I know Dan, me too.” He pulled his shirt over his head and crawled in further underneath the blankets, facing his husband.

“We don’t have to quit YouTube, I was overreacting,” Dan said as he curled into Phil’s chest.

“You were scared and confused. I should have understood where you were coming from before. We really should do our best to protect her,” Phil said as he wrapped his hand around Dan’s side. Dan nodded his head.

“But it’s been done before. She can live happily with us doing our jobs too,” Dan reminded him, still half to encourage himself.

“Tomorrow we’ll do more research on how best to go about raising a child in the spotlight like this,” Phil said. Dan nodded again, feeling a lot better now they had a plan. Silence fell over the bedroom as they drifted towards sleep in each others’ arms. Just before Phil fell asleep he heard-

“Phil?”

“Hmmm?”

“I love you. Always.”

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