#in the saw trap straight up cubing it

[txttletale]

hey what DO you watch on youtube? seems like you'd have some neat recommendations :3

i really loathe the like super-highly edited sound effect post-mrbeast slop most of youtube is now so i mostly like stuff that's like... calm and sedate. stuff i've been watching lately in no particular order:

northernlion vods and clips. he's an OG. i especially like his react court series, i must have watched all of them like five times.

speaking of OGs i've been watching zero puncutation (now fully ramblomatic) for like ten years and if anything it's only gotten better. best game review content on the internet. been really enjoying his more recent, slightly longer and more thoughtful 'extra punctuation/semi-ramblomatic' series too.

any austin's skyrim unemployment rate videos. instant classics to me, it's just a guy going around in skyrim trying to figure out the unemployment rate in every town. it's a very dry kind of humour, he plays it admirably straight, and it's weirdly calming.

kitten arcader's foot the bill videos. in a kind of similar vein, he watches the saw movies and then produces an itemized bill for everything jigsaw needed to buy to make his traps. it's kind of like... if cinemasins was fundamentally curious instead of fundamentally incurious, it scratches a similar sort of nitpicky detail-oriented quantifying itch but without inimical to the concept of art.

shuffle up and play. it's a magic the gathering play series that has enough editing that the gamestate is actually legible but not enough editing (or at least, not enough obtrusive in-your-face editing) that its annoying. i also like that they reguilarly play non-edh formats like cube and pauper.

spice8rack. i'm pretty picky about video essays but spice8rack has very obviously actually read books and has interesting things to say about the topics it discusses (mostly magic: the gathering). sometimes it has a kind of grating Theater Kid Energy but the fact that it actually meaningfully structures essays and analysis to earn the silly long runtimes is a rare delight from a video essayist.

jenny nicholson is a long-time favourite and another permanent fixture in my rotation. she's just extremely, remarkably funny which makes her the only 'basically just summarizing a thing' youtuber i think is worth the time of day.

i watch some sketch comedy, mainly wizards with guns and aunty donna, who both consistently put out really funny stuff that's kind of ITYSL-adjacent in its barefaced absurdism and contenmpt for concepts like "stopping a joke at the logical punchline". i also really like alasdair beckett-king and binging the old clickhole backlog for short-form comedy on youtube.

wolfeyvgc is right on the edge of the level of editing i find tolerable but as a long-time fan of multiple esports he Has It, he's absolutelyt fantastic at t elling the narrative of a tournament, explaining plays clearly, and generally making competitive pokemon esports thrilling and interesting ti someone (me) who#s never played it and doesn't care about pkoemon that much

i religously watch every elliespectacular/dathings YTP, the absolute best in the game right now, top tier snetence mixing and really good at actually setting up and paying off jokes in a way it feels like a lot of ytp doesn't. verytallbart is also pretty good.

trapperdapper is a channel i recently binged, it's a really fucking funny parody of minecraft challenge content that veers slowly from obvious angles of parody into pure absurdism with tons of blink-and-you'll miss it subtle visual gags.

too much future is a great youtube series where the two guys from just king things/homestuck made this world play through every fallout game and analyze them in that context. extremely funny and also just top-tier very sharp analysis. really good

another one of the rare good video essayists is jan misali. they're really funny and will go into topics that kind of seem narrow or strange to begin with in such depth and make them so interesting that it's consistently astonishing.

oh and finally sarah z makes pretty good videos. 'the narcissist scare' is an absolutely brilliant deconstruction of one of the most annoying pop-psych phenomena of the last couple years. and remarkably well script supervised i think did anyone else watch it and think 'wow the script supervisor on this must have been, a mind geniuse'

ok i think that's all i've been watching lately. hope you like whcihever of these recs you check out :)

[mjshortformcjesus]

OK LOOOONG POST (i ranked all the saw traps except for the spiral ones)

starting with the worst and i’ll work my way up :3

74. lawnmower trap (saw 3d) because its boring and stupid

73. edgar munsen’s trap (jigsaw). this whole movie sucks ass but. the lack of filter on like this whole scene pisses me the fuck off

72. shotgun chair (saw v) idek it just sucks

71. hangman’s noose (saw 3d i believe) its really boring and basicccc

70. cyanide box (saw 3d) boring as hell im afraid

69. sentry gun (saw 3d) its kinda funny i suppose???

68. hoffmans ugly fucking rbt (saw vi) its fucking ugly

67. suspended cage (saw 3d) i would survive this no problem

66. chain hangers (jigsaw) i dont care for it and the needles and i hate it

65. spike trap (saw iv) its good i think its just like the one trap i cant watch :/

64. scalping chair (saw iv) idkkkk its justs like boring and yawn (really funny on 2x speed though)

63. grain silo (jigsaw) lordddd its badddd

62. electrified staircase (saw ii) i think this would fix my knees but like. the way its filmed lowkey sucks

61. public execution (saw 3d) good golly this one ugh. i think it couldve been good if it werent a stupid reason to get put in a trap

60. drill chair (saw i) lost points for being named jeff

59. shotgun keys (jigsaw) funny. i suppose

58. shotgun hallway (saw i) i liked sing ;-;

57. freezer room (saw iii) slow ass fucking jeff

56. cycle trap (jigsaw) not a personal fav but the corpse is really funny

55. brazen bull (saw 3d) diy top surgery ig but the wife didnt deserve that

54. ceiling jars (saw v) they couldve all fIT IN THERE

53. antidote safe room (saw ii) i hate xavier and i dont really enjoy when he cut the back of his neck off :/

52. electric bathtub (saw v) i liked the lady that got zapped ;-;

51. razor box (saw ii) its good but also akdjdjosjeoskdo

50. disembowelment (saw x) wooble wooble wooble

49. gas chamber (saw x) i hate cecilia so sos os os so much

48. oxygen crusher (saw vi) its a wee bit fucked up ngl

47. buckets room (jigsaw) personally i dont like it very much but @w3bcu1t does and i love her

46. neck tie trap (saw v) LMAO THE DECAPITATION

45. pipe bomb (saw x) ughhh its good but ughhhh

44. zep’s test (saw i) idek yall

43. magnum eyehole (saw ii) yea

42. spine cutters (saw iv) i liked art…

41. bedroom trap (saw iv) its icky but well done

40. horsepower trap (saw 3d) all i wrote for this was “lur lur lur” idk what that means

39. leg wires (jigsaw) ://////

38. wisdom teeth combo (saw 3d) the peanuts :3

37. jeff’s final test (saw iii) kajsisjslkaksndkd

36. razor wire maze (saw i) man oh man its a classic

35. the furnace (saw ii) :3

34. steam maze (saw vi) yea

33. exploding puppet (saw iv) OWAGHH lindseyyy

32. pig vat (saw iii) juice

31. flammable jelly (saw i) ngl its just for the name

30. knife chair (saw iv) hehe ha

29. eyeball vaccuum (saw x) slurrrppppp

28. silence circle (saw 3d) i wont explain myself

27. nerve gas house (saw ii) lowkey this trap fucks hard. easily the best group trap

26. laser collars (jigsaw) listen. i know it sucks. idc

25. the cubeeee (saw v) in my cube. straight up breathing it. and by “it” well haha lets justr say. neck air

24. classroom trap (saw iii) again. my notes just say “lur lur lur”

23. brain surgery (saw x) pabdodjeokeow

22. impalement circle (saw 3d) i…have no idea

21. radiation (saw x) gabrielaaaaa

20. bloodboarding (saw x) ITS SO AINSOEMEPW

19. pendulum (saw v) he-he got cut in half lmao

18. acid room (saw vi) tghe fucking body melting??? PEAK

17. bathroom trap (saw i) gay people

16. ice block trap (saw iv) fuck eric amiright

15. venus fly trap (saw ii) i loveee this one but poor michael probably didnt deserve that

14. shotgun collar (saw iii) live. laugh. lesbian.

13. pound of flesh (saw vi) this is a classic and i love it sm

12. the gallows (saw vi) AMERICAN HELATHCARE

11. shotgun carousel (saw vi) USA 🇺🇸🇺🇸🇺🇸🦅🦅🦅🦅!!!!!

10. 10 pints of sacrifice (saw v) when- when the hands do the flappy i lose my shit

9. amanda’s test (saw iii) ANSOSJOSJknosjoskijsi&/918Jwboajaosj

8. needle pit (saw ii) isjsisjsoajaoanoak

7. reverse bear trap (saw i and 3d) amajda ambda andbaa mandy ambda amanda (and jill i suppose)

6. mausoleum (saw iv) mmmmmmmmmm

5. eric’s test (saw ii) oh goodness. i fucking hate eric matthews.

4. bone marrow (saw x) i really like this one

3. glass coffin (saw v) silly haha

2. the rack (saw iii) THE PRACTICAL EFFECTS RAHHHHH

angel trap (saw iii) i loveee kerry i loveee the effects i loveee the rats on her in saw iv i loveee amanda appearing as kerry’s ribs get ripped open

yayayaya i did it. yall can ask if you have questions :3

[tenebraevesper]

Sonic the Hedgehog Analyzer, Issue #61: Urban Warfare (Part 5)

Finally, we have reached the final part of Urban Warfare, which I feel is so far one of the best Arcs of IDW Sonic (I have troubles picking between it and Scrapnik Island).

We also have several amazing covers, and I put all of them here because I just couldn’t pick one. However, the cover where Eggman runs while being taunted by Sonic, Tangle, Whisper and Lanolin on the computer screens is probably my favorite.

Last time we saw Team Sonic, they had confronted Dr. Eggman, who revealed that his tower was actually a giant mecha. Eggman is currently gloating as Tangle still tries to evade that portal trap that caught Whisper and Lanolin. Sonic gets up, telling Eggman how he hasn’t won yet, while Eggman responds how his creations can take on them. Speaking of creations, Orbot and Cubot aren’t exactly excited about the idea of fighting Sonic and his friends.

Sonic charges at Eggman, who simply snaps his fingers, signaling to the portal trap to target Sonic.

I think that even Sonic knew what was about to happen to him; just look at his expression. He gets trapped inside it, much to Tails and Amy’s horror. I think it also took me a moment here to realize that Eggman had finally defeated Sonic. Oh, I know what’s going to happen next, but think about it for a moment - Sonic is gone, being taken out of the fight. Things are really looking bad for the heroes.

With Sonic gone, Eggman sics Metal Sonic on Tails, Amy and Tangle, with all three of them struggling and Tangle being determined not to lose another friend.

As Tangle tries to fight Metal Sonic, she realizes that she can actually touch him. However, before she can do more, she is pulled back by Eggman, deciding to punch him with her tail. Unfortunately for Tangle- Dude, how many times are you going to bring out that laser gun and point it at an animal character?!

Hey, I’m not saying it’s getting annoying, I actually think it’s awesome whenever Eggman decides to get physically violent, as it shows that he’s willing to fight with any means necessary instead of just using his robots, but still, how many times did we see this thing in this comic? Who does Eggman think he is, Shadow?

I will say it here, I think that Shadow the Hedgehog (2005) joke is definitely overused.

I have to say, Eggman is hella intimidating whenever he decides that straight murder is the best option of dealing with his enemies, and he’s even holding the gun against Tangle’s head. One pull of the trigger and she’s a red splatter on the floor.

In any case, Eggman holds Tangle at gunpoint, with Lanolin appearing literally out of nowhere and telling him how they’re the Diamond Cutters, and Whisper adding that they’re about to be his problem as she knocks him over with the cube Wispon. You go girl! This has to be cathartic for her.

Meanwhile, with Team Silver, we see Silver still trying to free Shadow from the fake Chaos Emeralds, with Shadow warning him to get away and that there is so much energy building, acting like noise in his head. I believe this was Shadow’s way of saying to leave him behind and go on with their mission and to be safe, as he also tells Silver he’s fine and to leave...

...and then he promptly triggers Silver by using the infamous phrase. (I mean, this was written by Evan Stanley, the ultimate Silver fangirl, did you really think she wouldn’t sneak it in?)

He goes into a rant, basically telling Shadow how he’s not going to give up so easily and neither is Shadow, managing to break him out of the fake Chaos Emerald.

I absolutely love this scene, especially with Shadow acknowledging that Silver is right. Neither of them is going to give up so easily.

We return back to Team Sonic and the Diamond Cutters, with Tails realizing that the reason why Lanolin and Whisper are back is because the city’s computer systems are offline. Meanwhile, Tangle has a bit of a crisis in the corner...

Poor girl, she really believed that her friends are gone forever. Luckily, Whisper’s comforting her. Lanolin then takes the charge, taking off her bell and turning it into a really cool weapon.

Using the Wisps power, she shatters the nearby window, allowing for everyone to escape. Eggman sics Metal Sonic on them, but Sonic appears right in the nick of time, kicking Metal Sonic through the window.

I’m probably sounding like a broken record at this point, but honestly, this. is. EPIC! I absolutely love the artwork in this comic. Seriously, kudos to all of the artists. X3

The Diamond Cutters quickly get the hell out of dodge, while Sonic crushes Eggman’s gun. Eggman is pissed and...

Goddamnit, I just have to gush over these awesome panels! Eggman is really furious, probably about to punch Sonic, while Sonic tells him how he has taken things to far, grinning as he adds how Eggman knows what he’s about to do next. He then proceeds to jump out of the window, much to Eggman’s dismay, and I have read how people were annoyed that Sonic didn’t attack Eggman then and there, but I believe that Sonic wanted to hit him where it hurts the most - by foiling his plans.

We see Sonic being caught by Amy, who is carried by Tails, and just as they and the Diamond Cutters wonder where they’re supposed to land, a giant fake Chaos Emerald sprouts from the ground like it’s no one business.

The source of this growth? Shadow, who appeared to have mastered the control over the fake Chaos Emeralds, with Silver cheering him on and Blaze and Rouge (who are riding on Omega’s back) looking utterly stunned. I don’t think either of them thought this would actually work.

As for Eggman, he realizes that his projects are pretty much a waste of time and energy, so he decides to bury them along with everyone inside the city. In short, he’s going nuclear on this one.

We also see that Metal Sonic managed to catch himself after he was kicked out of the tower, and using another Badnik as an Extreme Gear, he managed to grab Sonic and drag him along. We then get a shot of Rouge, Blaze and Omega and- *starts laughing*

Okay, this panel is frigging hilarious out of context. We see the three watching the fight between Metal and Sonic unfold, with Rouge and Blaze being concerned, while Omega is celebrating. When I read it first, I thought he was cheering for Metal, only to remind myself that that’s never going to happen.

The reason Omega is actually so happy is because he finally found another Badnik to obliterate - namely, Metal Sonic himself. Blaze and Rouge go to help out, with Sonic seeing an opportunity in the fire exchange (literal in Blaze’s case) and throws Metal towards Omega, who then gets shot.

Epic! This is why you bring Omega into a fight.

With Metal being charred and smoking, Rouge catches Sonic and they join the rest of the group on a fake Chaos Emerald platform, and it is obvious that they really have nowhere to go. To make things worse, Eggman is shooting lasers at them, his intentions clear - they’re going down one way or another.

We then see Shadow and Silver, with Silver wondering how much damage the fake Chaos Emerald can take, and Shadow is confident that it is enough to win this fight.

Okay, excuse me for a moment... *searches on YouTube*

Yeah, if things weren’t awesome before, they’re about to kick it into overdrive and I read the rest with this song playing in the background. You’re welcome! X3

So, after assuring Silver that they will win, Shadow focuses all his energy, calling out Dr. Eggman on his hubris and the monster he made, and performs Chaos Control.

What follows next is the fake Chaos Emeralds suddenly being teleported, much to Eggman’s shock. We also see several of them appearing around Eggman’s mecha, with Shadow, now sweating beads from all the energy he’s putting into this, saying how he’s not done and how these perverse Emeralds connect his entire city.

With them under Shadow’s control, he has managed to build a cage around Eggman, the latter crying out in despair as the fake Emeralds pierce through and between the mecha’s legs, keeping it on the spot.

Sonic sees what’s going on, deciding to finish it by asking Blaze to give him a boost. Blaze agrees, flying him between the fake Emerald shards towards Tails and Amy, with Amy (whom he calls Ames! Yes, this is the first time since Sonic Boom we got to hear that!) using her hammer to hit him upwards. I always love the teamwork in this comic.

We see Sonic flying over Shadow and Silver, yelling how they should finish this. We then turn to Tangle and Whisper...

Yeah, the artist team was as subtle as a brick about this one. I’m sure many people already pointed it out, so I’ll just add that I’m happy that Tangle and Whisper are pretty much confirmed to be a couple in the comics and not just going by Word of God.

Sonic grabs Tangle’s tail, with Tangle holding onto Whisper, who blasts them into the air, all the while Eggman is desperately pleading with them, saying how if the city fails, there will be nothing to divert the power away from the artificial Emerald network. Their destructive power is incalculable and he’s the only one capable of preventing it.

I’m pretty sure Sonic just rolled his eyes at Eggman’s pleads as Tangle sent him flying right into the mecha.

Sonic then spin dashes right into the mecha, much to everyone’s amazement and worry, and Eggman’s horror, causing the mecha to tilt as Sonic gets caught by Tangle and they quickly escape.

However, not all is well, as Shadow quickly sends Silver to protect everyone. He notes how Eggman wasn’t bluffing and that the Emeralds are about to explode and will take the whole city down with them.

As Tails and Silver join the rest of the group (sans Sonic, Tangle and Whisper), Silver warns them that everything is about to explode.

Meanwhile, Shadow walks over to the edge of the fake Chaos Emerald, observing the inevitable explosion as the energy crackles around him.

This is then followed by him using Chaos Control, erupting in an explosion that causes everything to go white.

What we see next is basically a broken land with debris and Emerald shards...

...as well as Sonic and Tangle looking slightly crispy. Whisper is behind them, but it doesn’t seem like the Chaos Control affected her.

Shadow then teleports back, panting and I assume that he’s exhausted from saving everyone from a giant explosion. Speaking of explosion...

It appears that Shadow teleported the fake Chaos Emeralds straight into the sky, letting them explode where they can do no harm. Honestly, I am a bit at loss for words here because this panel is absolutely beautiful.

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We then shift later to a party and... yep, Shadow’s nowhere to be seen. I should’ve known he wouldn’t hang around for too long. Omega’s also missing, but hey, at least Rouge is there to celebrate.

Amy and Jewel then bring in a strawberry cake for everyone. We get some banter between Rouge and Amy, only for her to notice some kind of artifact Rouge had picked up from Eggman’s trophy room (meanwhile Jewel is struggling with holding the cake).

Amy identifies it as an echidna artifact and demands it to be returned to Angel Island. While Tails helps Jewel with the cake, Rouge relents, giving Amy the artifact, who decides to bring it to Knuckles. This is basically setting up the story in the next Issue, which will follow Amy and Knuckles adventuring on Angel Island.

Amy then turns around, wondering where Sonic has gone, with Tails telling her how he already ran off, much to her chagrin. Okay, why does this remind me so much of the last Sonic Twitter Takeover?

Ah, that’s why! (✧ω✧)

The last we see is a shot of Sonic leaping into his next adventure, but as said before, our next story will focus on Amy and Knuckles’ adventure on Angel Island, as well as on Mimic and Clutch teaming up and Mimic infiltrating the Diamond Cutters.

As for Urban Warfare... I absolutely loved it! As I said before, this is definitely one of my favorite arcs, especially since it manages to show off all of the characters in an amazing manner, both heroes and villains.

However, one special shout-out goes to Shadow, who was redeemed in this arc. This is the character I wanted to see ever since I began reading this comic and I’m happy that we got him saving the day this time around.

So, what comes next? Well, from what I know is that we’re getting several comics focusing on various characters: Amy and Knuckles, Mimic and Clutch, Silver and the Diamond Cutters, Sonic and co. going on their 900th adventure, Sonic, the Diamond Cutters and Babylon Rogues having a beach day... Even tho Eggman is out of the picture for now, we certainly aren’t lacking in story department.

Also, another thing to note is that, according to Ian on Bumblekast, we might be nearing the part of the story where Sonic Frontiers happens. He said that there will be probably be a time skip where Sonic Frontiers happens and the comics pick up afterwards. Honestly, if you ask me, the perfect moment would be after the next Arc, but we’ll have to see.

So, until next time!

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rainflower with hokusai?

Hokusai Masaki:

Rainflower - realizing that you/they love them/you back.

It was far too late for him to be out.

Hokusai had been plagued with nightmares, dark faces looming over him, blood pouring across the floor until it stopped at his feet, he couldn’t make sense of it yet it scared him even more. He had sat up in bed panting, cold sweat pouring down his face, and suddenly his room felt suffocating. He could see the faces carved into the wall, eyes peering down at him judgmentally, watching his every move prepared to assault him with words that would pierce any armor he had built up.

He couldn’t wake his brothers, not after the day of hard work they had. He had paused outside of Iori’s door but upon looking at the time, he knew he was likely still out and about. He bit his bottom lip and decided it might be better to get fresh air, throwing on a coat and his shoes before wandering off into the streets. He was still in pajamas but it was too late to turn around now; he was afraid that if he looked back, he’d see figures in the windows, watching him go with mocking grins.

His heart is racing in his chest as he stepped down the streets, not a soul in sight. Not even the cats, normally much more nocturnal, were around to offer him comfort. He knew he couldn’t always rely on their being in the right place at the right time but it left him feeling exposed. He needed, craved, the comfort of another person. His feet refused to walk him home, they demanded that he keep marching forward, brain convinced that only nightmares waited for him at home. He didn’t think he could go back, not tonight while the house was mostly empty.

The apartment building looming before him gives him pause; a familiar sight that his still sleep-addled brain couldn’t quite process. He stared up, blinking, searching for a window that didn’t have a face. He saw the lights on a few floors up, the shadow of a person flashing against the far wall, a sign of life. Hokusai’s eyes lit up, touching his jacket to see if he had the key to the lobby; luckily, his jacket always held most things he needed.

He mumbled your name as he made his way to the elevator, suddenly trapped again between four walls that felt like they were closing in. He tried to keep his eyes straight ahead but he was anxious, so anxious, to see you. What if you turned him away? What if he was alone again and his legs walked him into oblivion, never to see his loved ones again? It was an irrational thought, ones he wasn’t prone to…ever, really, but nightmares always left him in a different state of mind. One where he wasn’t quite himself, he was more like he was when he was younger…

“Hokusai?” You looked sleepy, despite still being awake; he could see the TV on behind you. Probably up watching one of your dramas; he could see you fighting sleep, eyes fluttering closed until an explosion of yelling started up and you jumped to attention again. Cute. “Are you okay?”

“I… Don’t know.” Your concern only increased when he said that, looking him up and down to see if there were any visible problems; he wasn’t violent by nature but you don’t think he was one to simply take punches for the sake of it either. Anything could happen at night, and it made you sick to your stomach to think something horrible had jumped him in the dark.

“Come in, come in. And you’re in pajamas! You have to be cold!”

“A little.” Hokusai really hadn’t thought about it, his jacket blocked out much of the cold but in comparison to your touch, he felt like a cube of ice.

“Let me warm you up.”

You searched through your closet for the warmest blanket you could as Hokusai took a seat on your couch, noting that his assumption was correct. You had paused the show but he could see you were almost at the end of the episode; luckily you hadn’t already finished and gone to bed. He was suddenly nervous again, shifting in his seat until you entered the room, where he felt his nerves finally settle.

“Here, this’ll keep you extra warm!” You had taken his jacket and replaced it with an extra fluffy blanket, wrapping it tightly around him; when you sat behind him you pulled the other blanket that you had been using most of the night over both of your laps, just for the sake of full coverage. “There. Now you can tell me why you decided to wander around so late!”

“I had a nightmare.” He wasn’t normally one to overexplain but that statement didn’t really help you figure out what it was that was happening, or why he had wandered all the way to you. You had to be at least a half hour away, if not a little more. “I wanted to see you.”

“…Well, I am glad you made it here in one piece.” You leaned against his shoulder, wishing you hadn’t wrapped him as tightly as you did so you could actually be touching him. Hokusai felt much the same, wiggling out of the tight confines of the fluffy blanket and throwing it over your shoulders as well, quickly followed by his arm sliding around it to bring you closer to him. You settled comfortably into his side, your eyes suddenly feeling even heavier. “The others might worry so you should send Iori or Zen a text just to let them know… You can just stay with me tonight, okay?”

“Mm.” Hokusai nodded his head sleepily, leaning over to rest it on top of yours. His nightmare, so prominent that he saw it even in his waking hours, had faded into nothingness. He couldn’t quite remember why he had even arrived here so late at night but now he was content, happy, safe, warm, and loved.

He had needed this, needed you, more than anything tonight and you had been awake. He didn’t think about things like fate very often but what he did know was he was incredibly lucky to have ever met you.

[awkwardgtace]

Out of all of your bigs, who had the hardest time adjusting to interacting/living with tinies?

ok so I saw this, thought about it. Then got distracted and finally can sit down to answer again

So I think it depends on the setting they're in, but focusing on a world where they're "normal/giant" and find out "tinies/humans" exist:

so Vitus when he's just suddenly around smalls. Like he's usually good when he knows about tinies, but suddenly thrown in he'd be a mess. Heavy steps, too loud, lots of stern gazes that are more him thinking and accidentally scaring smalls.

Ash can have a rough time too. They'd be waaaaay too careful. Constantly hesitating and probably annoying the tinies who trust them. Some would certainly love how Ash is.

Felix for sure. He's not a super open person and it's kind of shown with the ice cube short. He's more likely to kind of disconnect at first. Like he'd be more likely to sort of ignore them when there's no immediate connection for him. A random tiny would have a Felix that only really starts to show he cares when they've lost it around him.

Ryder would need a lot of adjusting. He's loud and a bit dramatic. Would get excited to learn about them. He'd also do a lot that he doesn't realize is terrifying for someone so small. When he learns he'd be one of the best giants/bigs to be around.

Mira's not a great giant at first. She's incredibly curious about things and would wind up either observing to figure out how human they really are or just straight up trap them. Once she realizes they're basically human would let them go, but her habits would lead to a lot of unintentional fear for the smalls

Corus has the issue of his anger. When he's gotten better control of it he's pretty good at adjusting to smalls.

Sola and Luna have the whole being kids thing going so almost always rough for tinies to get used to them. Luna is a lot better and kind of gets Sola controlled since she's excitable and impulsive.

Kyrie in a case where he's comfortable in his own skin can be bad at first. He'd be intimidating since he's taller than is pretty average for folks when I write him. He'd have heavy steps, loud voice, and his own curiosity would get the best of him. He'd be quick to annoy smalls partly cause he'd be overprotective. Easily the kind of big who will try to do everything for the small until there's some argument about it. I should probably write something with this can't really use the dreaming soul mates thing since he has a solid understanding. hmm maybe it would make him worse though. He wasn't perfect at the end of that story

[brahmsyimhome]

My first ever BrahmsxReader fic. 🤷‍♀️😂

Name: Kiss Me More

Pairing: Brahms Heelshire x Reader

Warnings: smut, jealousy, mask stays on, or not, stalking, masturbation, dom!Brahms, you have a tongue piercing

Summary: Brahms doesn’t like that Malcolm’s flirty with you. Jealousy takes over him and well… he’s marking what’s his ( and he’s fascinated that you have a tongue piercing. He didn’t know it.

Part 1

Jealousy

You slowly wake up from your sleep. It was rather pleasant for you. And remembered that you have to wake Brahms up and dress him for the day. You got up and slipped into your comfy clothing and went straight to his room. There he was in the bed. The doll was laying on his bed arms were up on the cover and he was staring straight at you.

“Good morning Brahms! Let’s get you up from the bed and let me dress you up for the day. Okay?” You asked and waited a bit. You don’t know why but you felt that the doll has a soul. Cannot explain it you just knew. You approached the doll and pulled down the covers, slowly get him to your arms and started to dress him up.

“You’re such a good boy Brahms! How about I make you some pb&j sandwich?” You heard a groan from within the walls and looked around. ‘Strange….’ After you dressed him you headed with him to the kitchen and sat him down to the table. You got the bread and started to make him the sandwich.

“How is it that you don’t eat because you’re a doll but the food always disappears?” You asked mostly of yourself. You made yourself some too and sat down in front of him. You didn’t know that you’re so hungry until you ate the third pb&j sandwich. You got up and washed the plate and when you done it you heard a knock on the kitchen door.

“It must be Malcolm. I’ll open the door Brahms.” You said and opened said door. He was smiling when he saw you. He had a big bag of groceries in his hands.

“Hello (y/n). You look great today.” He winked and you blushed. He is an attractive man but not your type. He always trying to be flirty with you. Sometimes it just makes you sick.

“I always look like this. Oh I see you got the stuff. Please put it on the table. I’ll put them away. “ you said and smiled at him. He put it down and looked at the doll.

“Well hello Brahms.” He said to the doll. “So what’s the plan for today (y/n)?” He asked and leaned to the doorframe. Arms crossed.

“Well I have chores to do. I thought maybe I’ll read for Brahms in the library. He likes when I read to him I guess.” You shrugged your shoulder.

“And after that? You’ll like to hang out after you put Brahms to sleep?”

“Oh… I mean. I have so much chores for today. I have to empty the rat traps. Wash clothes etcetera. Maybe tomorrow?” You asked and hoped that he’ll leave you alone. He looked rather hurt but I really did not care.

“Yes tomorrow maybe. Well it was a pleasure (y/n).”

“Yeah it wa….. ow son of a bitch!” You got your hand over your mouth and winced. You bit your tongue.

“Are you okay? What happened?” He ruched to you trapped your hand.

“Yeah. Just bit my tongue.” You said in a muffled voice

“Hey let me see.” He insisted and you opened your mouth and stick your tongue out. “Oh wow. You have a tongue piercing? Good to know.” He winked and you just rolled your eyes. “ Nothing bad. It’s not bleeding. It’ll be okay. Just put an ice cube on it. It’ll reduce the swelling.” He said and said goodbye.

“Finally. Oh it hurts.” You said and looked over Brahms. The sandwich was gone. You widened your eyes of confusion. ‘Where did it go?’ You asked yourself “well it was good then.” You put the plate to the sink and washed it. And then you got Brahms up and started the chores whilst you brought Brahms with you.

{time skip}

It was finally night time. You were exhausted. Did everything and headed to Brahms’ room to get him to sleep.

“I’ll tuck you in alright?” You asked and put the doll on the bed. You laid him down and tucked him in. You the smiled at him. “Oh I almost forgot. Good night kiss.” You said and lowered your head to him. Looked into his left and after right eye and bit your bottom lip. “Good night Brahms. Sweet dreams.” You said and then kissed his lips instead of his cheek. You did not know what has gotten into you. You just kissed a damn doll on the lips.

“Alright now. I’ll go to sleep too. Bye Brahmsy.” You then left the room and closed the door leaving only just a tiny gap just how he liked it. You let out a little sigh and then headed to your room. Felt a little dirty and went to the bathroom to shower a little. (Y/n) opened the tap and let the water run and started to undress. You heard little sounds from the wall again. It was strange…. You always hearing these kind of noises. When you were fully naked, stepped into the tub and began to shower. Massaging the shower gel into your skin you realised that you were a little horny. Not because of Malcolm, but because of Brahms. You knew it was bad but you could not care right now. You slowly began to touch your breast, your body and finally your pussy. Moaning echoed trough the shower curtain as you toyed with your clit. The other hand stayed on your breast and kneaded the sensitive body part.

‘Meanwhile in the walls Brahms was worked up. He wanted you from the beginning. And after that Malcolm flirted with you again he was in rage and wanted to kill him that instant. And after he figured out that you had a piercing, he lost it.

Brahms read about the pleasure it can make. And he’s dying to try it. Imagined that you take him in your mouth and with your way on his cock. Toying with it as you suck him off. Piercing touching the underside of him cock adding to the pleasure. And now he’s watching you from behind the mirror. The shower curtain hiding your body but the noises coming thru. His penis started to get erected and palmed himself.

He had so many nights thinking of you and help himself while imagined you under him. Moaning and sweating from pleasure.’

You slowly inserted one finger into your core and started to pump it in and out. Little moans escaped you mouth and you added one more finger into you aching core.

“Agh… B… Brahms.”

‘He was in shock. Why does she moaned his name? His pants were painfully tight now. He pushed down his pants and boxers and his cock was freed finally. His large hand grabbed it and started to move his hand up and down on his shaft. His little moans filled the air of his hiding spot. Only him to hear it. He watched you. But he secretly hoped that the shower curtain would disappear.’

“I’m…. I’m coming oh Brahms. I’m…..” you did not finish the sentence. You came undone almost screaming…

‘He was close too. And as you came undone his hand gone faster until hot cum was painting the wall as he climaxed.

“(Y/n)…..” ‘

Huhh….? (Y/n) was sure she heard her name not too far away. Did Malcolm got in the house? You were panicking at this point. Slowly slid the curtain aside and stepped out of the tub. You did not bother to dress up only dressed yourself in the robe what’s been hangin on the hanger near the mirror. And then went to see if anybody has been in the house. Slowly got out of the bathroom (y/n) looked around and started to investigate. She was calm until she approached her room. There was a little gap between the door and the frame and she slowly looked inside. There was a man standing in front of the bed. Staring on it and then he looked up and rotated his head until he looked at your direction. He was at least 6 foot tall. Chest hair sticking out under his undershirt what has been a little dirty. His face was hidden behind a porcelain mask… his beard sticking out of it. One of his eyes were red. He looked at you as you were his prey. You didn’t think and started to run. He was chasing you. You ran as fast as you could. Approached the doll’s room you locked yourself inside and hoped that he did not know that you’re in there. You looked at the bed and Brahms were missing.

“Where did it go?” You asked and suddenly the hard robe door opened and he emerged from it. His curly hair was messy. He looked at you again and slowly approached you. (Y/n) blushed and she knew that she’s in trouble. He was closer now and sniffed on her hair. Closed his eyes a bit and bit his lip under his mask.

“Please…..” she pleaded but he just got more and more closer until she was trapped between the door and him. His hands either side of her face. (Y/n) looked away from him and the man took the opportunity to bury his face into her neck and inhale her scent again. He growled, make (y/n) frightened again.

“I won’t hurt you. (Y/n)…” he said in a childish voice and touched her left side of her face and made her look at him. She closed her eyes feared to look at him.

“Open your eyes.” He said again is a childish voice but after she disobeyed him he said it again but now is his low, manly voice. “ I said open your eyes (y/n).” He growled and she shivered a little and opened her eyes. She was now started to feel a little curious instead of fearing. She looked up at his face and were lookin at his eyes and the his chest again. She bit her lip and he growled again. Feeling his cock harden again.

“B…Brahms?”

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Eddie Munson w/ a girlfriend who has glasses? I feel like he’d enjoy stealing them off her face all the time

Eddie Munson x Reader

A/N: Thank you so much for this request, as someone who wears glasses it was very fun to write!

Summary: Eddie steals your glasses so you can’t finish your assignment.

💭: slightly suggestive, readers gender isn’t specified but they’re shorter than Eddie.

One of Eddie’s records played softly in the background while you rested atop his bed, finishing up an assignment.

Eddie was spread out across the foot of the bed, fiddling with a rubik’s cube and stealing secret glances at you. He had promised that he wouldn’t bother you until you were finished, he knew how important this assignment was but his patience was wearing thin.

Throwing the rubik’s cube on top of a pile of clothes in the corner of his room, Eddie rolled onto his side to face you and propped his head up on his elbow.

The first time you heard Eddie call your name, you didn’t look up, determined to at least finish your sentence before you let him distract you.

The second time he called your name, along with a little nudge, you finally raised your head to look at him and pushed your glasses up the bridge of nose, since they had slid down while you were looking down at your work.

You tilted your head with curiosity as a lopsided smirk began to stretch at Eddie’s lips. He was up to no good and you gave him a warning glare as he pushed himself up onto all fours.

“What are you doing?” you asked him, trying to keep a stern tone but your tone could never be stern with Eddie.

“Nothing.” he smiled innocently as he began to crawl over the top of you with his arms and legs resting on either side of your body.

“Eddie…” you whined, dragging out the last vowel in his name.

“I’m not doing anything.” he repeated, this time mimicking the whine in your voice, dragging out the vowel in each word he spoke.

“I just want one kiss.” he whispered with a pout and puppy dog eyes he knew you couldn’t resist.

You rolled your eyes, affectionately of course, and sat up to meet him halfway, bringing your face inches away from his.

“Fine. Just one.”

The last thing you saw before you let your eyes flutter shut as you leaned in, was a bright and triumphant smile light up Eddie’s face. Naively you thought it was because he got a kiss out of you with little to no arguments, however you had unknowingly fallen straight into his trap.

As soon as your eyes fell shut, he snatched your glasses from off your face and leaped off of his bed away from you.

You gasped and quickly shot up into a kneeling position on top of the bed.

“You tricked me!” you frowned, squinting to see Eddie standing at the foot of his bed holding your glasses out of reach from you. “I can’t finish my assignment without those.”

“Then I guess you’ll just have to call it a night because you aren’t getting these back ‘til mornin’.” Eddie shrugged as you climbed off the bed to try and snatch them back.

Eddie held them high above his head, your chest bumped into his each time you tried to jump up and reach them.

When Eddie put your glasses on his own face, you could’ve easily reached for them and got them back but instead you paused, wanting to get a good look at him wearing them.

At first he squinted his eyes and pulled his head back slightly, your prescription severely blurred his vision so now you were both struggling to see each other clearly.

“Is this what your vision is like without your glasses?” Eddie asked curiously as he looked around his bedroom through your lenses.

“Pretty much.” you sighed, “which is why I need them back.”

“Do I suit them?” Eddie asked instead, ignoring what you said as he started squinting at his own reflection in the mirror.

“Let me see.” you told Eddie, encouraging him to turn around and face you with a gentle tug on his shoulder.

You brought your face closer to his so you could see him more clearly and let yourself take in his appearance. Glasses looked unfamiliar on his face, but he didn’t look bad in them, he wore them quite well.

“They make you look smart.” you said as you reached your hands up to his hair and gathered his unruly curls into a loose pony tail, giving you a better look at his face.

“Dorky smart or sexy smart?” Eddie asked with an arched brow as he pulled the glasses down the bridge of his nose to look at you from over the rim.

You pretended to consider his question for a moment as you twisted your mouth with a thoughtful hum.

“Sexy smart, obviously.” you finally answered and Eddie hummed in approval with a proud smirk before he started to lean his face towards yours, but just as his eyes fell shut you tightened your grip in his hair, halting him in place.

Eddie couldn’t disguise his startled expression, as he glanced down at you with hooded eyes. “What’s gotten into you, sweetheart?” his voice was nothing but a low mumble, a tone that never failed to send a tingle up your spine.

“I want my glasses back, Munson.” you forced your voice to remain steady and put on your best poker face, despite the affect Eddie was already having on you.

For a moment it seemed as though Eddie was considering it and it was enough for you to let your guard down, before you knew it he was circling an arm around your waist, your back was colliding with his mattress and he was on top of you, with your glasses in his hand.

He gave you a quick kiss between your brows before he carefully slid your glasses back on your face.

“Keep these on for me, okay.” he ordered before he began to slowly crawl down your body, leaving a trail of kisses along the way.

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The Demigod From Asgard - Steve Rogers x Reader (Part 3)

Summary: You find out a bit more about earth, cracks in the ‘team’ already start to show

Word Count: 2.6k

Warnings: Angst! Fluff! Canon Typical Violence! Minor Character Death!

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

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Chapter 3: Lack of Conviction

Now that Loki had been captured, it was just a waiting game until the cube was found. Steve had been offered a bed to crash on but even if he wanted to, he couldn’t sleep. Instead he decided to walk the halls of the helicarrier. Trying to understand this new level of tech.

As he did, he passed a break room where he saw Thor and you sat. Cups of coffee in hand. He walks in pouring himself a cup before sitting down with them.

“I’ve heard a lot about you Thor” Steve says.

“Good things I hope” Thor says leaning back in his seat.

“So far, yes” Steve offers with a small smile.

“I am going to go talk to Agent Coulson, I shall see you later sister” Thor says standing up leaving the two of them alone.

“I’m sorry about my brother, causing all this mess” you say looking down at your coffee mug.

“It’s okay, we can’t always control what our siblings do” Steve sighs.

“You have siblings?” You ask him.

“No but my friend Bucky was like a brother to me” Steve sighs in bittersweet reminiscence.

“Is he still around?” You ask leaning forward to lean on the chair.

“No, he died in 1945” Steve sighed thinking back to that fateful mission.

“It’s 2011 isn’t it?” You question, Steve nodding his head in answer.

“I hope you don’t mind me saying, you look pretty good for someone who should be nearly 100” you smirk making Steve laugh.

“I was trapped in the ice for 70 years, only woke back up in this new world a month or so ago” Steve explains.

“Well glad to know I’m not the only one” you laugh making Steve look over at you in confusion.

“I’m actually half human, my father is Odin, my mother was a mortal. She died when I was a baby so Odin brought me to Asgard and raised me there. I’ve not been back to earth since” you explain, Steve gives you a sympathetic smile.

He knew exactly how disorienting being in this new world was. He was secretly happy that there was someone else who knew how it felt.

“Do you have powers like your brother?” Steve asks.

“Yes and no, he’s the god of thunder so he has control over all that. However, I have power over the elements, I don’t age as slow as him too, he’s like 1500 years old, I’m technically and biologically around 25 but I was born in the 1960s” you explain.

“Wow I never thought I’d have so much in common with demigod” Steve chuckles.

“And me with a war hero” you smile.

“You know about that?” He asks slightly surprised.

“Fury filled me in super quickly, stop me from accidentally causing a code green as he calls it” you say making Steve chuckle.

Remembering how you very nearly attacked Bruce for him comment about Loki. You reminded him of another strong female who didn’t mind putting people in their place.

“Yes I was slightly nervous about that” Steve says making you laugh.

“Oh that reminds me, you wouldn’t mind explaining flying monkeys to me?” You ask a hint of sheepishness on your face.

“There was this movie, called the wizard of oz, the main villain was a witch who had flying monkeys as her minions” Steve explained, you still looked slightly lost though so he grabbed a pen and a napkin and quickly sketched one out.

“Like this” he says pushing the napkin over to you.

“Ah yes okay, that makes sense now I guess I’ll have to see the movie to fully grasp the reference” you chuckle.

“Well when this is all over, I can show you if you want” Steve offers suddenly feeling really brave.

You were a very attractive lady and he couldn’t help but feel slightly like the little kid from Brooklyn as he spoke to you.

“Yes, sounds good, it would be nice to learn about this world with someone” you smile making Steve smile straight back.

“Yeah definitely” Steve agrees.

“Well I best go see what my other brother is up to, thanks for the help Steve” you smile getting up and leaving Steve alone.

He sits back in his chair a small smile on his face. Glad to have a friend to go through all this with. It made the prospect seem a lot less daunting.

“So sister what do you think of earth so far?” Thor asks as the two of you look out at the sky around you.

“I like it I think, coffee is definitely good. Seems very different to how you described it though” you say shrugging your shoulders.

“Yeah, well this wasn’t exactly what I thought would happen, just wait until we get down on the ground” Thor smiles nudging your shoulder.

“You two, we need you in the labs” Natasha says calling for the two of you.

“What’s going on?” You ask as you walk over.

“We believe Loki is trying to release the Hulk” Natasha says as the three of you walk towards the lab.

“How is that possible, he’s locked up” Thor asks.

“I dunno but I don’t wanna wait to find out” Nat sighs as you step inside the lab.

“I was wrong director the world hasn’t changed a bit” Steve states glaring over at Fury as the three of you walked in.

“Did you know about this?” Bruce asks Nat pointing over at the screen that showed some form of weapon.

“You want to think about removing yourself from this environment doctor?” She responds ignoring his question.

“I was in Calcutta, I was pretty well removed” Bruce retorts, you could already feel the tension beginning to build in the room.

“Loki is manipulating you” Natasha says calmly taking a step closer.

“And you’ve been doing what, exactly?” Bruce asks knowingly.

“You didn’t come here because I bat my eyelashes at you” Nat responds.

“Yes and I’m not leaving because suddenly you get a little twitchy. I’d like to know why SHIELD is using the tesseract to build weapons of mass destruction” Bruce asks pointing to the screen.

“Because of him” Fury says pointing at Thor.

Both you and Thor look back at him shocked and confused.

“Me?” Thor asks

“Excuse me what?” You say at the same time.

“Last year earth had a visitor from another planet who had a grudge match that levelled a small town” Fury explains.

“That was Loki’s fault not Thor’s” you argue, but Fury ignores you.

“We learned that not only are we not alone, but we are hopelessly, hilariously outgunned” Fury continues.

“My people want nothing but peace with your planet” Thor says.

“Earth is a planet close to both of our heart” you add.

“But you’re not the only people out there are you? And you’re not the only threat” Fury retorts.

“We are not a threat!” You argue beginning to get agitated.

“The worlds filling up with people who can’t be matched, that can’t be controlled” Fury continues once again ignoring you making your blood boil even more.

“Like you controlled the cube?” Steve points out.

“Your work with the tesseract is what drew Loki to it and his allies. It is a signal to all the realms that the earth is ready for a higher form of war” Thor states, clearly also getting agitated at the Asgardian slander.

“A higher form?” Steve question incredulously.

“You forced our hand we had to come up with something” Fury states.

“A nuclear deterrent? Because that always calms everything right down” Tony says speaking up.

“Remind me again how you made your fortune, stark?” Fury retorts.

“I’m sure if he still made weapons, Stark would be neck deep-“ Steve says stepping forward toward Fury before Tony interrupts.

“Wait, wait hold on, how is this now about me?” Tony exclaims hold his hand up.

“I’m sorry isn’t everything?” Steve asks.

“I thought humans were more evolved than this, no offence sister” Thor says glancing at you.

“None taken” you reply thinking almost the exact same thing, at least you were half Asgardian.

“Excuse me did we come to your planet and blow stuff up?” Fury scoffs.

“You treat your champions with such distrust!” Thor states angrily.

“Are you really that naive? SHIELD monitors potential threats” Nat says.

“Captain America is on the threat list?” Bruce asks

“We all are, maybe with the exception of Y/N considering we didn’t know she existed” Nat replies.

“We are not a threat to begin with!” You argue.

“Tell that to the small town in New Mexico” Fury retorts.

“That was Loki! Thor and all the other Asgardians came to save it” you exclaim.

The tension in the room continued to bubble, everyone arguing with each other. It was difficult to know who was verbally attacking who. At least you knew you and Thor had each other’s back. You were almost starting to regret coming back to earth. This was not what Thor said it would be like.

“You speak of control, yet you court chaos” Thor argues.

“That’s his MO isn’t it?” Banner asks “I mean what are we? A team? No, we’re a chemical mixture that makes chaos. We’re a time bomb” Bruce says visibly agitated.

“You need step away” Fury warns.

“Why shouldn’t the guy let off a little steam?” Tony asks, putting his hand on Steve shoulder.

“You know damn well why, back off” Steve growls pushing Tony’s hand away.

You watch as Steve and Tony continue to argue. Sizing each other up, exchanging verbal insults. Steve telling Tony to put on his suit.

Thor starts laughing at the two of them “you people are so petty and tiny” he laughs.

“Yeah this is a team” Bruce scoffs.

You rub your forehead in frustration, this team or whatever were not going to get anywhere like this. Fury asked Natasha to escort Bruce out but Bruce refuses. Everyone watches as he grows more and more agitated. Telling everyone who he couldn’t be killed, the hulk always keeping him alive when he didn’t want it.

The air in the room shifts as Bruce picks up the sceptre. Both Natasha and Fury reaching for their guns slyly. Steve brings it to his attention that Bruce was holding the sceptre. The guy looking as shocked as everyone else.

Suddenly a computer beeps grabbing everyone’s attention.

“Sorry kids looks like you don’t get to see my party trick” Bruce sighs walking over to the computer.

“You located the tesseract?” You ask looking at him.

“I could get there faster” Tony says holding up his hand.

“The tesseract belongs on Asgard, no human is a match for it. Me and Y/N shall retrieve it” Thor tells them.

Steve and Tony start fighting once again, once again back to the argument before. You were so distracted by them that you barely heard what Bruce muttered. Suddenly a large explosion rocked the helicarrier, the heat bursting through into the lab. Everyone thrown in different directions. Both you and Thor fly out of one of the doors into the corridor.

“Are you alright sister?” Thor asks sitting up.

“Think so, you?” You ask wiping away the small trickle of blood that ran down your face.

You both then hear the sound of the hulk roaring through the helicarrier.

“That’s not good” you mutter.

“We need to go” Thor says the both of you running off in the direction of the hulk.

Once you get there Thor crashes through tackling the hulk away from Nat. The both of them crashing through into the next room.

“You okay?” You ask kneeling down beside her.

She gives you a weak shake of the head pulling her knees up to her chest.

“Loki, you need to make sure he doesn’t escape” she tells you after a moment.

“Of course” you say standing back up “stay down” you tell her before running of towards the detention centre.

It was taking you far too long to get there. There were agents who kept attacking you slowly you down. You fought them off trying your best not to harm them too badly. They were likely being controlled by Loki, so you mostly disarm them, using your power to create restraints out of ice and vines.

When you finally got to the detention centre you saw Thor arrive at the opposite door. You then saw the door to Loki’s cell opening. Before you could warn Thor that it was a trick Thor lunged forward. You watched as he went straight though Loki, the cell door closing behind him.

“Are you ever not going to fall for that?” Loki asks with a scoff.

“Loki stop! That is enough!” You shout.

Loki smirks over at you, you go to move but someone hits you hard on the back of the head making you crumple to the floor.

“Leave her be!” Thor growls throwing his hammer at the glass.

It breaks slightly but the mechanism that holds it faulters. You look over at Loki to see an evil grin on his face.

“The humans think us immortal” Loki smirks walking over to the control booth “should we test that?” He smirks.

“Loki no don’t!” You plead the agent behind you hitting you back down again.

Suddenly the agent falls to the ground beside you, glancing up through your hazy vision you see Agent Coulson stood with a large weapon.

“Step away please” Coulson asks politely.

Loki steps away hesitantly holding his hands up slightly.

“You like this? We started working on the prototype after you sent the destroyer” Coulson says stepping past you and walking closer to Loki.

“Even I don’t know what it does” Coulson says shrugging his shoulders, he powers up the weapon.

You glance back at Loki and even through the pain and your blurred vision you knew something wasn’t right. You felt sick to your stomach when you realised that Loki wasn’t holding the sceptre. It was another illusion.

“Loki no!” You shout but it was too late, you watched as Loki reappeared behind agent Coulson, stabbing him in the back.

Loki glances back over his shoulder at you before walking past Coulson back towards the controls. You shuffle over to Coulson putting pressure on his wound. Trying you best to keep him alive.

“Loki please stop” you beg through the tears as you watch him lift up the cover to the button that would drop Thor.

“I’d look away sister” Loki smirks, you glance back at Thor who looked like he’d almost accepted his fate.

You screamed as the cell dropped, watching in horror as your brother fell.

“Take that as a warning sister, I’ve spared you now, but I won’t if you follow” Loki warns you.

“You’re going to lose” Coulson coughs out.

“Am I?” Loki asks turning back towards you.

“It’s in your nature” Coulson tells him.

Loki scoff smiling down at the two of you “your heroes are scattered, your floating fortress falls from the sky. Where is my disadvantage?” He smirks.

“You lack conviction” Coulson says weakly.

“I don’t think I’m-“ Loki starts but he doesn’t get to finish as Coulson fires the weapon sending Loki flying out of the room.

“So that’s what it does” Coulson coughs.

“Okay you need to stay with me now! HELP WE NEED A MEDIC! HELP!” You call out.

Fury runs into the room finding you and Coulson on the floor. He takes over from you allowing you to drop back. Your body shakes as you sob. This was horrid. You watched one brother plummet to their potential death, while the other stabs a man right in front of you.

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A/N: That Hyundai ad hit different. *chuckles*

Words: 3097 Warnings: kidnapping, hostage

New York smelled pretty bad, come to think of it. You had almost forgotten the hustle and bustle of this huge city that never slept and if there was one thing you had not been missing at all after spending a few months in Morocco for work, it was the constant traffic jams.

It was hot, unbearably so. You’d been a sweating mess ever since your cab driver had picked you up at the airport and the fact that the air conditioning in the cab was broken didn’t exactly help with that. Your thighs stuck to the leather of the backseat, your forehead glistening and your make-up… well, it used to be make-up.

The cab driver seemed nice, at least and since the long snake made entirely of cars had not moved for at least an hour now, he had offered to park on the side of the road and get you both a bottle of water. Ironically, you were only a few yards away from Stark Tower.

Perhaps you shouldn’t complain about the traffic jam. Half of the city was a mess after the atrocious battle you had been fortunate enough only to have witnessed on the news on the plane. You could only hope that your tiny studio flat was still intact and quite frankly, it was short of a miracle that a cab service had actually agreed on picking you up so shortly after an almost-war—not to mention that the plane had actually landed.

You sighed, brushing a strand of hair sticking to your cheek out of your face. You were unbelievably tired—even more so knowing that you had dodged a catastrophe that would go down in history all thanks to work. Your eyes fell shut and you leaned against the car window when suddenly, the driver’s door was all but yanked open and someone who certainly did not resemble your cab driver, started the car and clutched at the steering wheel as if his life depended on it.

Your lips parted. Shackles and a muzzle, along with a blue glowing cube landed on the passenger seat with a loud clatter, followed by an annoyed groan. It was him. The man who had attempted to take over the entire planet only moments ago, he was here in this car and he was currently kidnapping you with it.

A scream escaped your lips, a mixture of shock and fear spreading in your body and fuelling the rising amount of adrenaline. It was only then the God of Mischief glanced at the rear-view mirror and spotted you there panicking—but by then, he had already stirred the car back on the road, straight towards the traffic jam.

“You… you are… Let me out! Let me out at once!” You screeched, the heat around you—along with your miserable appearance—all but forgotten. Loki rolled his eyes. Great. Another mortal.

“I am not stopping this car,” was all he said. Your eyes widened in utter shock.

“Then don’t! Fuck!” Danger was radiating off of this man like heat from an active volcano; so if necessary, you would jump out of the moving car as well. Biting your lower lip and wondering if you should go through with this risky stunt at the speed he was going, the wheels squeaking over the asphalt with every abrupt turn he took, or if that would be a suicide mission. It was probably the latter, and when you reached for the handle of the back door, it took the God of Mischief only a mere second to lock it, trapping you inside.

“Let me out! Let me out!”

“You’ll kill yourself.” Loki spat. You did not miss the patronising tone in his voice—stupid. He believed you stupid.

“And if I stay in here with you I won’t?” You retorted hysterically. And it was justified, really—for when your gaze drifted back to the road ahead of you, you could see him racing straight towards a long line of cars waiting for the traffic to clear up.

“Watch out! The other cars, watch out! Oh my God…” You screamed, squeezing your eyes shut and covering your face with your arms but the imminent crash never came. When you opened your eyes again, Loki had all but moved through the other cars as if by magic. God, what was this, Harry Potter?

With your heart in your mouth, you brought your trembling hands to your thighs and pressed down on them in a desperate attempt to fight off the panic attack rising within you like the forthcoming eruption of a volcano.

But even when you reached the suburbs, ironically moved closer to your home, and the car finally slowed down to a reasonable speed, making you wonder how a god from another realm knew how to drive a car in the first place, your dread kept growing steadily. What would happen once Loki decided he had reached his destination? What would he do with you? Would you end up as another casualty? You’d know where he was, after all, and only God knew how he had managed to escape after the Avengers reported his capture—not to mention that he was in the possession of that mysterious blue cube you were certain bore even more chaos and destruction in the wrong hands.

“I take it this vehicle is supposed to be a means of transport in exchange for payment?” He suddenly said.

“What?” You gaped at him, swallowing. “Yes! I mean, yes, it’s a taxi. That’s… I was…”

“Where do you live?”

“Excuse me? What, are you going to drop me off and expect me to tip you?”

Loki smirked. He couldn’t quite put his finger on why but he did like your feistiness. “I need a place to hide.”

“What… no! No! I am not giving shelter to a criminal!” You snarled, swallowing your fear of him—and then you made the mistake of peeking at the navigation system the taxi driver had set up next to the steering wheel, with your address on bright display to show Loki exactly where he’d have to go.

The God of Mischief tilted his head. “You don’t have much choice in the matter, my dear.”

You took a deep shaky breath, digging your nails into the backseat. If your lower lip was trembling, you didn’t notice. “P-please… please just let me go. I promise I won’t tell anyone where you are or where you went. Please.”

“I am not going to kill you if that is what you are worried about.” He replied after a long pause. When you said nothing, too stunned and scared to come up with another snarky comment, silence spread in the car like wildfire.

Hugging your knees to your chest, you closed your eyes, hoping that this was a bad joke, a terrible nightmare and any moment now, you would wake up safely on the plane, yet to land in half-destroyed New York City—but the end of slumber never came. You were wide awake; even more so when, after what felt like hours, Loki finally stopped the car. Of course, you had not noticed him observing you repeatedly through the rear-view mirror, almost as if to check if you were still alive.

Your eyes met and then, finally, he unlocked the doors. Only now, you did not move an inch. You had no idea what to expect if you stepped out of this car.

Naturally, Loki disagreed with your cautious decision. He yanked the car door open when he saw you frozen in place, grabbing your upper arm so fast you didn’t even have a chance to react, and all of a sudden, seeing the entrance door of the apartment building you lived in did not at all look as appealing as it had at the airport anymore.

His grip around your arm was firm but when you whined in pain, the God of Mischief actually softened it—if only a little, barely noticeable.

“Unlock the door, my dear, will you?” He inquired, smiling sweetly at you. Right beneath the surface, you could hear that there would be dire consequences if you failed to comply.

Surely at this point, he could hear your rapid heartbeat. Shaking, you fumbled for the keys in your bag until they were jingling in your palms all the while Loki watched you like a hawk. You had dismissed calling the police on your phone in the car already—for now.

Fuck, you had been kidnapped. You were about to be held hostage in your own flat, or… or… was he just going to enter and kick you out? Had he been lying about not killing you? Would he fling a dagger at you any moment now like you had seen him do on TV?

Loki followed you when you approached the door and unlocked it clumsily. One floor up and to the left. For just a brief moment, you wondered what would happen if you started screaming bloody murder, alerting your neighbours but even when you opened your mouth to attempt it, not a single sound would escape your lips.

Even a little further out and farther away from the centre of New York City, rent prices were horrendous. Your salary was not bad but your apartment was no more than a small studio equipped with a humble kitchen, a separate bathroom with a tiny shower and lastly, your double bed in the centre of the room, posing as your sofa during the day.

Loki looked around unimpressed when he entered. “Well… it will do.”

“N-now what?” You choked out.

Loki raised his eyebrows, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “Pretend I’m not even here.”

Right—because that was going to be so easy. He sighed and rolled his eyes when you only stared at him in horror.

“You don’t trust me, do you?”

“W-would you? You tried to subjugate our planet like ten minutes ago!”

“And for good reason too. This realm is lawless, your people slaughter each other day in and out and you feel threatened by me? I would have given you a new purpose.”

He had a point… but… “And what is that so-called purpose? Slavery?” Loki’s expression darkened, making you flinch back.

“S-sorry… I’ll… I’ll be i-in the bathroom taking a shower. Please just… I mean… whatever.” Would he stop you? Hesitating, you made your way to the bathroom, waiting for him to yank you back, press you against the wall and threaten you? Threaten you with what, exactly? Could you trust that he wouldn’t kill you? Loki felt like a ticking time bomb in your flat.

But a painful yank never came and when you locked the bathroom door behind you, you exhaled. Inhaled, exhaled, inhaled, exhaled, trying to process the fact you had a war criminal in your home.

Once you had gathered enough energy to do what you had come to the bathroom for and, an hour later, returned to the main room, Loki was sitting on your bed cross-legged, the Tesseract right before him, glowing away.

“I roamed your ‘kitchen’”, he said without glancing up to meet your eyes, “Do you have anything edible at all?”

“I was away for a whole month.” You argued. “I haven’t done any shopping yet because I was kidnapped by a space Viking.”

Loki smirked. Amused, he finally looked up. “Well, perhaps I should take you back to Asgard with me then. I could use a diligent little servant.”

Your reaction did not disappoint him. Chuckling to himself, he slid off the bed more elegantly than you could ever muster, the Tesseract disappearing into nothingness.

“What I am trying to say is that even gods need to eat and I am, quite frankly, starving.”

“That sounds like a you-problem.” You grumbled. And then, as if on cue, your stomach growled. Damn it.

“Fine. I’ll order some pizza.”

-

Loki had all but watched you like a hawk upon calling the local pizza place. Everything inside of you had screamed to let them know about your predicament, to beg them to call the police and send them to you instead of the pizza.

But as soon as the food was delivered, the mood in your apartment changed so rapidly it left you wondering if the only reason for Loki’s world domination attempt had been his hunger. The man devoured a family-sized pizza in but what felt like two minutes and, upon realising you were done with yours, leaving three pieces in the box, he devoured those as well. And never before had you seen someone eat pizza so gracefully.

It didn’t exactly make it feel like you had been kidnapped anymore. Perhaps… perhaps he hadn’t been lying about not wanting to kill you after all. Perhaps he wasn’t as evil as you… no, stop. He had literally just tried to take over the planet!

“What are you pondering on, little mortal?”

You shivered, the nickname affecting you in a way it truly shouldn’t, especially after he had lost his armour and magically exchanged it for more casual clothes—they still looked like they were from a different time period altogether but it wasn’t nearly as intimidating as before.

“W-why did you really do it?” You found yourself asking. It was a risk—but you were feeling braver now that your stomach was full even though part of you was surprised you had managed to eat at all.

“What?”

“Why did you really try to take over the planet? Did you… do you really want to enslave us all?”

“A lack of freedom does not equal slavery. It offers protection from failure and bad choices.” He said. You frowned.

“You truly believe that?”

“You fight wars over opinions, religions and race among your own species. Your choices are suffocating the whole of Midgard. I would have changed that.”

“You can’t be serious.”

You looked down, reaching for the sweet treat that had come with your pizza to stop your fingers from trembling.

“What is that?”

“Oh, uh… those are marshmallows. This pizza place always packs them with your order, don’t ask me why.”

“What’s that?” He repeated, frowning at the plastic wrapper.

“It’s candy…”

“Well, it doesn’t look very natural.”

Woah. How had this conversation just gone from “humans should not have freedom of choice” to “marshmallows look unhealthy”?

“They’re… I mean they’re not. They’re made of pure sugar and artificial flavouring.”

“Then why do you eat them?”

“Because… because they taste good?”

Loki gave you a taunting look. See? It said. This is what I meant.

But when you opened the package and handed it to him, he took one out nonetheless. It looked tiny between his long fingers—as tiny as you must have looked next to him.

You gulped when it disappeared between his lips. When you reached out to take the package back, he snatched it away from you.

“They are quite delicious, actually.” Your jaw dropped when he popped them all into his mouth at once, winking at you. Not quite sure how to react to this, you averted your gaze, taking a feigned interest in your digital alarm clock on the nightstand instead.

It was only 5 PM but you were positively ready to pass out. Where would you even sleep tonight? Where would he sleep? Would he even sleep?

“You are tired.” He suddenly stated as if on cue. He couldn’t read your mind… right? He did have that weird cube of his, after all.

“Well, yeah… I got kidnapped, experienced a live remake of ‘Fast and Furious’ and I have a criminal in my flat.”

“I only understood half of what you just said but I can ensure you that I will not harm you when you sleep.” There it was again, that frown that almost made it look like he was offended. As if the very circumstance of him hurting an innocent for no reason other than malice insulted him.

“So by all means, retire to bed.” He went on, gesturing to the bed and eventually, standing up to make space for you. The pizza boxes disappeared in but a green shimmer of light and you watched Loki, albeit still suspicious, heading over to the small kitchen table. To be quite frank, it was the last thing you remembered.

-

Loki was gone, no trace of him left. It was as if he had never even been here. It was already past noon—the exhaustion from your flight as well as the racy car drive and last but not least, your shining time as a hostage had worn you out to the point you didn’t even remember falling asleep anymore.

You only realised now that it was your doorbell that had woken you up. Jumping out of bed and moaning when your vision turned black for a moment, you headed over to your speaker and pressed the button. Perhaps it was Loki. Perhaps he had locked himself out but then again… would he not be able to magic himself back in? Why had he insisted on you unlocking the door yesterday in the first place? You shook your head.

“Hello?”

“Hi. This is Henry, I’ve got your delivery.” A boyish voice responded.

“W-what delivery? I didn’t order anything.”

“You did, ma’am, would you come open the door, please?”

You sighed. “Fine, I’ll be down in a second.”

You had fallen asleep in your clothes from last night, so one quick glance in the mirror was all you had before you headed back down and opened the main entrance door.

The delivery boy was holding both your suitcase and a jumbo-size package of marshmallows in his hands. Big marshmallows—the bonfire kind, to be precise.

“Who…” But you knew. You knew the moment you made the connection and knew the moment you looked straight into Henry’s eyes and noticed them glowing unnaturally blue when he handed the items to you.

It had not been a dream then. Loki had really been here. You had been eating pizza with the God of Mischief and now… the gesture was almost sweet. Was that his way of saying thank you? For what? You hadn’t exactly done much except for trembling in fear.

“He instructed me to tell you that you will meet again soon.” Henry announced and then, before you even had a chance to respond, he turned on his heel, hopped back into the delivery van parked in front of the building and left. You only realised now that the Hyundai taxi was gone too.

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(sorry Bird Site cooties but bear with me)

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Word of God confirms swears-like-a-sailor!Percy is REAL

Of course Percy swears like a sailor - could he be any other way?

(Fic below)

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Every now and again, when more than one engine on Thomas’ branch line was placed ‘out of service’, the Fat Controller would be forced to draft in a replacement engine from the main line. Normally this engine would be James, or maybe Donald or Douglas, as they were small enough to fit through the tunnel near Hackenbeck without major clearance problems. However, on some occasions they would be unavailable, and a different engine would be called in.

“What?” Gordon asked the stationmaster in shock. “Surely you can’t be serious.”

“Aye, I am.” The man said. “Thomas is getting his tubes replaced, and now Daisy’s gone an’ holed her oil pan somehow, so you must go and help out.”

“But it’s beneath me! Make James do it.”

“James is taking Daisy to the works - they’re probably halfway to Kellsthorpe by now.”

“But-”

“No buts!” The man said firmly. “It’s already been decided; Bear will take the express, Henry will take his trains, and you’ll be back here before midnight.”

Gordon looked thunderous, but there was nothing he could do. He wheeshed angrily as his crew made him ready, and was angrier still when they coupled him up to a long string of empty wagons, but there was no point in fighting back.

Fortunately the trucks recognized Gordon’s bad mood, and were well-behaved all the way to the junction. After shunting them for Percy’s train, (“Tender engines do not-” “If you start that up again I’ll run you up the line tender-first, got it?”) he collected Thomas’s coaches and started up the line.

For what it was worth, Annie and Clarabel were most impressed with him, which lightened his mood somewhat.

“Oh it is gracious of you to come and help us.” Annie said.

“If I close my eyes, I could almost believe that I was on a main line service again!” Clarabel put in.

“Oh, it’s nothing; We all must do our part to keep the railway running!” He said grandly, ignoring his crew’s laughter.

They progressed slowly up the line, stopping at every station and even a few lineside farm houses to pick up and drop off passengers. It was almost infuriatingly pastoral, especially when they were delayed for almost ten minutes by a flock of sheep that were being herded from one side of the line to another, but the slow pace seemed to suit almost everyone else - the passengers on the express would have made quite a fuss at the train’s slow pace, but everyone was unusually understanding when they had to slow down to a crawl to make sure Gordon could clear the Hackenbeck tunnel.

Emerging from the other side, they made a quick stop at Hackenbeck before reaching the end of the line at Ffarquhar. Once the passengers had disembarked, Gordon shunted them away (the indignities he suffered for this railway...) and was parked underneath the water tower for a drink.

It was a sunny and slow day, so his drink quickly turned into a nap, and he was eventually woken up by the sound of Toby laughing.

“I’m amazed he made it through the tunnel!” The tram engine was saying to another engine - a black diesel, what was her name? Maude? Maeve? Maria? Something like that - as they shunted away some stone wagons. “Oh look, he’s awake - hello Gordon, fancy seeing you here!”

“Indeed,” He said pompously. “I hope you don’t take offense when I say that I am not here by choice.”

More laughter. “I can see that - you should be glad that Thomas isn’t here, I can’t imagine how funny he’d find this.”

Gordon looked around - the entire depot was sized for tank engines and their ilk. He probably looked like Gulliver in Lilliput, and less educated minds would probably go straight to infantile jokes. Fortunately Toby seemed to be of more mature stock. “One can only imagine.”

While Toby had been talking, the diesel reversed out of a siding. “So, how long do you think it will take for him to find them?” She asked mischievously.

“Not too long.” Toby said, eying the siding. “You’d better hurry.”

Gordon rolled his eyes and tuned them out. Maybe Toby was merely smart enough to not act in such ways around his betters and he was actually just as infantile as Thomas and-

Peep Peep!

A whistle sounded in the distance, heralding the arrival of another infantile tank engine. The diesel jumped at the sound and scuttled out of the yard, a few wagons trailing behind her.

Percy quickly appeared, a line of tankers and vans trailing behind him. He seemed to be in a poor mood already, clearly not able to intimidate the trucks as Gordon could, but his mood turned even fouler as he entered the yard.

“Toby,” He said, his voice trembling with anger. “Where did she put them?”

“Oh, I wouldn’t know,” Toby replied, the picture of innocence. “After all, I am just a ‘senile old cube’, so what would I know?”

“Oh, is that what this is about!?” Percy was on the verge of angry hysterics. “It’s not enough that she comes into my yard and fucks around with my trucks, but you’re going to help her? You were supposed to fucking teach her!”

“I’m sure I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Every day I come in and put the yard to my liking, and every pissing day that bleeding disaster of a locomotive comes in here and my yard look a minger! And you bloody well encourage it, you meddling piece of geometry!”

“I’m sure if you asked Mavis where your brake vans were, she’d tell you.”

“How did you know I was looking for my brake vans?”

“Ah. Well, you see…” Toby started slowly backing away towards the main line.

“YOU WERE INVOLVED IN THIS! WHERE ARE THEY?”

“Well would you lookatthetimeIsurelymustbeneededatHackenbeckGoodbye!” Toby’s driver increased his speed as they reached the end of the yard tracks. Within a few moments Toby was speeding backwards down the line towards the junction.

Percy swore heavily at the retreating tram before he resigned himself to shunting. Gordon was petrified, and let off steam without realizing it.

“What the fuck are you doing here?!” Percy snapped once he saw Gordon. “Actually, I don’t care - just keep your trap shut or I’ll make you regret it, savvy?”

Gordon did that and more, and said nothing to anyone until he was back at the junction.

“I do apologize about Percy.” Clarabel sighed as he was uncoupled from her. “He doesn’t mean it most of the time, it’s just that Mavis enjoys-”

“And Toby.” Annie put in.

“Yes. And Toby. And Thomas. And Daisy for that matter.” The coach said thoughtfully. “But anyways, they enjoy winding him up, but they’re all still very close to each other.”

Gordon took yet another slow goods train back to Tidmouth, and true to the station master’s word, he was back in the big sheds before midnight.

Henry and Bear looked most surprised to see him, but he paid that no mind. “Do either of you think,” He said slowly. “That there are things on this Island that we are totally unaware of?”

“Yes.” The other engines said in unison.

Gordon didn’t know what to make of that!

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You always have a choice: 2

Summary: You and Loki went to his hiding place, after being locked up in prison on Asgard together. You still don’t quite trust the God and things get out of hand.  Word Count: 2.857 words Warnings: Bit of angst, smut A/N: There are a few more chapters coming. I will post them every thursday. This is an alternate timeline. Loki has encountered Asgard and helped Thor fighting the Dark elves. After that he took over Asgard, was caught and thrown in jail. Hope you like it <3 Click here to read chapter 1

The morning light shone trough the window and awoke you. Your hands roamed the space next to you. Your eyes snapped open when you didn’t feel anyone next to you. You sat up straight and scanned the cottage. You didn’t see anyone. You slowly got out of bed and stalked around. Loki was nowhere to be seen. Panic was starting to rise. You were stupid to believe that you could trust the God of Lies. He was gone, with the Tesseract, probably to save his himself. And you, you would die a painful dead, alone. Worse, he had used you. He could have taken off the moment you arrived here, but no. He probably just wanted to fuck you, which explains his way of fucking you. And you foolishly believed that he actually cared for you.

At this point you starting to search around the cottage for your clothes. You needed to move and fast. You dressed yourself and went to the kitchen. It wouldn’t hurt to grab some knives you could use as a weapon. The front door opened behind you, you turned around with two knives in your hand. Ready to attack, whomever had entered. You were surprised to see Loki standing there, eying you. ‘What are you doing, darling?’ he asked you. ‘Where were you?’ you screamed at him. You were still standing in your fight stance, adrenaline rushing through you. You were expecting him to make the first move. He just holds up a bag and looked a bit hurt at you. ‘Getting something for us to eat’ he said to you.

It took a few seconds for you to calm yourself. You lowered your knives to your sides, but still feeling bit on edge, you hold onto them. Loki closed the door behind you and walked towards the table, he was standing on the opposite side of it. With a loud thump he threw the bag of food on the table. You noticed his breathing was faster than it was a moment ago. His hurt expression has made way for an angry one. Without saying a word, he held out his hand and the Tesseract appeared. He put it on the table and slide it over to you. When you caught it a lump in your throat began to form. Tears were pricking behind your eyes, but now was not the time to display any sign of weakness. ‘Just take it and go’ he said. His voice was monotone, and his face didn’t show any emotion. You looked at the cube in front of you and back to Loki. Even tough he didn’t show it, you felt like you had hurt him.

That’s when you realized, you needed him, but he didn’t need you. He would be perfectly capable of living his live, whilst avoiding Thanos at the same time. After all, he apparently was doing that for a very long time. In this situation you were dependent on him and he could easily betray you. He could have betrayed you from the moment you were in Odin’s vault together, he could have run of with the Tesseract by himself. Or worse, deliver you to Thanos himself, he could easily spin it like that was his plan all along and get back in good graces with Thanos. ‘I thought..’ you started but couldn’t finish the sentence. The way he looked at you, you knew he already knew the end of that sentence. ‘I know we were in each other’s way a lot and didn’t treat each other like we should have. But for you to think I would actually do that. If you really believe that, take it and go’ he said. ‘And if I were you I should hurry. It will only take a few minutes before the signal of that stone will emit and after that a few seconds for them to be here’ he took a long pause. ‘If you don’t and you stay, I already told you. I need you to trust me’ he said.

You slid the cube back to Loki. After all, what choice did you have? You put the knives down on the table. Loki made the cube vanish like he did yesterday. He walked towards one of the chairs, grabbed a book and started to flip through it. ‘Loki?’ you said, hoping that you could somehow apologize for hurting him. But Loki didn’t respond and kept his attention fixed on his book. You walked towards the bag and saw that it contained some food, which you had never seen before. You took out something that looked like bread and pulled off a piece. You sat down at the kitchen table and nibbled at the bread. It tasted nothing like on Asgard, but it wasn’t half bad. You didn’t eat all of it, the suspense in the room made you lose your appetite. You put the rest of the food away in the cabinets. When you turned your back you felt Loki’s eyes on your back, but when you turned around his eyes were glued to his book. When you were done you decided to give it one more try ‘Loki?’ you asked again. He still didn’t answer you. You sighed ‘I’m going for a walk’ you told him.

You walked towards the door and turned the handle. When you pulled the door towards you, it didn’t open. You started to wiggle the knob and pull harder, but the door still didn’t budge. When you turned and looked at Loki you saw he had a small smile on his face. ‘You’re not going anywhere’ he told you, still not looking at you. ‘Seriously? you asked, stunned by this sudden move. He wasn’t even trying to hide his amusement at your reaction. ‘Just trust me, darling’ he purred. ‘Loki, don’t be an ass. Just let me leave’ you were starting to get aggravated.

‘Oh, I’m being an ass? How would you call your behaviour?’ he countered.

‘Given my situation, completely rational’ you answered.

‘Concluding that I abandoned you when you woke up and arming yourself is rational?’ he had lowered his book and he locked his gaze in with yours.

‘Given who you are, I think that it is’ the moment the words left your lips you knew you regret them. But you had already said them, no turning back now. You flinched when Loki got up from his seat and strutted a few steps in your direction. It made you take a few steps back, until you felt the table behind you. There was only a meter of space between you and Loki, but you could feel the anger radiate of him.

‘That’s how it is? After everything I’ve done fore you? You knew that I didn’t have to help you. In fact, my life would be a lot simpler right now if I didn’t help you’ he yelled at you.

‘Then why are you helping me? I don’t understand’ you yelled back at him. There was a silence for a minute. You two were still in some sort of staring match and you refused to be the one who would lose. ‘How could you not understand after last night?’ he asked you. He was still angry, but his voice was much softer now. ‘What? Because you told me you never let me go? Guys say anything when they just hade some’ it felt like an outer body experience. You literally saw yourself fighting with Loki like you were a third person in the room. And when you heard yourself, even you didn’t understand yourself. No wonder you were alone, you had no friends, always bouncing from place to place, the only ever solid relationship you had was an enemy. And that was Loki. He closed the distance between you. His hand went to your cheek and you flinched, expecting a hard blow. The blow never came, instead you felt the back of his index finger stroking your cheek. ‘I thought last night meant something. Apparently I was wrong’ he pulled his hand away from you and his soft voice was replaced with one of spite.

He took a stab back. ‘Loki, I didn’t mean…’ you started. Trying to explain your behaviour, even if you didn’t quite know where that explanation was going. ‘I help you, I protect you, I keep you safe and I’ve shared my bed with you. In return you think the worst of me, don’t trust me, and use me to escape your fate’ he said. There was no emotion in his voice, and that was worse than the anger and spite. ‘We have history, how do you expect me to forget that?’ you said. ‘I don’t, but even if I trapped you, or left you, it was only in situations which I knew you would be able to handle on your own’  

He walked towards the door and opened it. ‘Trusting someone is a choice. I’m the God of Lies, so people don’t choose to trust me. Even after I had my brother’s back a hundredth times, even if he was the one who was acting stupid and irrational. People lie, a lot. But somehow, I’m the one who always lies’ he took another step, he was standing outside with the doorknob still in his hand. ‘Where you’re going?’ you asked him, still thinking about what he had told you. ‘I’m going for a walk. You can stay or go as you please’ he said. Then he took a deep breath ‘But right now, I trust you to be here when I get back’ and with that he closed the door and left.

And for the first time in your life, you felt utterly alone. You were always alone, you barely remembered your life when your parents were alive, or you had friends. How it all went wrong, you couldn’t quit tell either. But being on your own was something you were good at, you always had your own back. There were flashes of your time in Thanos his clutches. The way he explained his plan, and how he treated you. It made sense to be on his side and you were hoping to find a family there. What you found was madness, chaos, and destruction. But by that time, it was too late, you were in too deep. You felt your tears starting to stream down your cheek. The only thing you wanted right now was for Loki to hold you, but he wasn’t there. You were alone, because you pushed him away.

You quickly brushed the tears from you face and walked towards the chair Loki was sitting in earlier. It still smelled like him. The book he was flipping through was laying there. You picked it up and it wasn’t noticed it wasn’t a normal book. It was a notebook, and you instantly recognized his handwriting. Maybe it was invading his privacy, but you couldn’t contain your curiosity. On every page there was a different scenario on how he could escape Thanos. He had written them down and later commented on his own ideas. Some he thought to be useful and some he found later to be downright stupid. Halfway through the page you came across a page where the title was underlined multiple times. Even tough he couldn’t see Thor breaking him out of jail and requesting his help to fight the dark elves coming, he had planned to fake his death a long time. He was just waiting for the right opportunity. And Loki was cunning when he saw his chance he took it.

When you turned the next page, you saw that his change had changed. He had written down everything you told him when the two of you were briefly locked up together. After a few pages you saw different plans. Plans about escaping Thanos, but ending up together. You looked at the date and saw it was dated only a few days after the two of you were thrown in a cell together. Next to his plans there were again, little comments he left for himself. You saw a debate with himself about including you, whenever you did something to annoy him he would write it down as a reason to leave or betray you. But he had scratched all those thoughts and written down reasons to help you underneath them. You couldn’t help but laugh a little at Loki’s constant bickering with himself. When you turned to the last written page you were absolutely stunned. The last page didn’t say much, it wasn’t about a plan he had come up with. It just said:

Last night was amazing. But you need to come up with a better plan, quick. Let’s face it, life without her in it isn’t worth living. And maybe get her a few books so she stops stealing yours.

After reading that you put the notebook aside. You scanned his bookcase and started to read one of the stories. Trying to distract yourself from all the thoughts and emotions, you didn’t want to deal with right now. When you were hungry you ate some of the food. You noticed it was getting darker outside and wondered when of if Loki would come back. You stopped that thought and realized it wasn’t a question of if Loki would come back, but when Loki would come back. Because you decided he would come back. He had to.

You jolted awake when the door opened hard. You realized that you had been sleeping on top of the bed, waiting for Loki to come back. Loki walked in and slammed the door shut behind him. You noticed rain was pouring down and Loki was drenched. Water was dripping from his hair and his clothes on the hardwood floor. You were wondering why he hadn’t just teleported back. The two of you looked at each other. His emerald eyes seemed to glow in the dark. He walked towards the bed while stripping off his clothes. The only thing he was wearing when he crawled onto the bed were his damp boxers. He crawled on top of you, and you let him. His body felt cold from the rain against your own. He kissed you fiercely and you eagerly returned the kiss. His hand was under your shirt and fondling your breasts. When he heard you moan you felt him smile.

You took of your top, giving Loki better access to your breasts. He took advantage of that by trailing his kisses down your neck to your nipples. The way his warm tong swirled around your nipples made them hard. After he was done with one he moved to the other. His hand was at the hem of your shorts and underwear and in one smooth motion he pulled the down. You were laying before him, you returned the favour by undoing his underwear. He looked at you and you swore you saw him looking sad. He sighed and didn’t move. You hesitated a bit, but decided to take matters in your own hands. You pulled him in by his neck for a deep kiss. Your heart fluttered when he returned the kiss. He was surprised and you took that to your advantage to flip the two of you around. Loki was laying on his bed, letting out a soft groan. You were straddling his lap and felt our heated core against his erect cock.

At this moment you didn’t needed foreplay. You were already wet and ready for him. He moans loudly when you took his cock and slowly pushed it inside of you. You didn’t give him any time to overthink this and slowly started to ride him. Loki grabbed your hips and after a while starting to move with you. You were riding him at a slow pace which was adding to the intimacy. When you started to moan Loki tried to speed you up by taking control of your hips. You grabbed his wrists and pulled his hands down on either side of his head. You were pinning him down whilst riding him. ‘(Y/N), I can’t hold off for long’ he whimpered beneath you. You felt all his muscles flex underneath you and knew he was trying to hold of until you were there with him. 

You broke your kissing on his lips and necks and sat up straight. You guided one of his hands to your clit and he started to stroke small circles on it. When you were panting you felt Loki’s cock inside of you twitch and his seed spill. It triggered your own orgasm. Loki moaned your name shamelessly when he felt your wall clench around his sensitive cock. After your high ebbed away you pulled off him and laid you head on his chest. Your arms were around him. You felt a touch of his magic cleaning the both of you up and suddenly the two you were beneath the blankets. ‘I’m glad you stayed’ he whispered to you. ‘I’m glad you came back’ you whispered back before you fell asleep safely in his arms.

[existslikepristin]

Activated My Trap Card

This one is VERY old. Even from before What A Bummer.

Tags: TheLounge?, CLC, Seungyeon, Yeeun, Eunbin, male reader insert, scary ladies, the most uncomfortable threesome with an audience of one, vote story

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You stand in front of the door to Cube Entertainment's offices. You got a strange call a few days ago telling you to come to this address in order to "make a lot of money." You were worried that it might be something illegal, or a scam, but after you looked the address up you got a little excited.

And it seems like you were right to be! After a minute or two, the door opens and you see Seungyeon standing there, looking straight into your eyes. She's wearing a super low cut black tank top, a pair of jean shorts that look like they've been cut extra high for optimal showing off, and the most basic pair of black flip flops ever. She doesn't look surprised to see you.

"Yeah, there you are," she says in her deep, beautiful voice, putting her hands on her hips, "I knew you would be perfect. Come on in. I've got a job for you."

She stands aside to let you through the doorway and closes the door behind you.

Unsure of where to go, you wait for her to make the next move. She does exactly that, walking past you and letting her hand graze past your thigh on the way. That had to be an accident right?

With her back turned to you, you look down and she that her tank top is mostly backless, and her shorts reveal about half of her butt cheeks. There is so much skin on display to you right now. You make an effort not to look, but it's damn hard.

You're about to take another look when Seungyeon spins around gives you a deadly look in the eye. "So tell me... who's your CLC bias?"

Holy shit, why is she putting you on the spot all of a sudden?! She looks like she wants an answer, and fast! This really was a trap! Fuck!

Options: 1. (Picked:) Seungyeon 2. Seunghee 3. Yujin 4. Sorn 5. Yeeun 6. Elkie 7. Eunbin

~~~~~

"Y-y..." you stutter, trying to think about how fast you can turn around and open the door to run.

"Yeeun?" Seungyeon takes a step toward you. She's very, very close.

You stumble back and bump up against the door. Seungyeon follows.

"Y-you," you manage to say.

A mischievous half grin grows on her face. "Yu...jin?" She punctuates the "jin" part by pressing herself up against you. You're still nervous, but you suddenly think you know what this is about (that isn't some shit like assassinating you). She's soft but firm, like you can definitely feel the dancer muscles under her tender skin. Except for her tits, pressed against your ribs. Those are totally soft, other than two tiny points of hardness.

"Nah... you."

You feel Seungyeon's body shiver from top to bottom, and she slides one of her legs up yours, trapping you against the door just a little more. Her hands are suddenly on your shoulders.

"That's what I was hoping. I saw you a while ago. You didn't see me, but I saw a picture of me on your phone," She squeezes your shoulders a little, like she's getting needy, "Do you touch yourself when you see me?"

You gulp. You're really not sure if telling the truth about that will help your case here.

Then it's your turn to shiver, as Seungyeon licks your neck, then buries her face in it. "Tell me which one of my holes you fantasize about being inside the most."

Well, what do you say?

Options: 1. (Picked:) "I've always wanted your pussy wrapped around me." 2. "Do you think your throat can take all of me?" 3. "Spread your ass and I'll show you." 4. "Hole? But what about your tits?"

~~~~~

"I've always wanted your pussy wrapped around me."

...

Holy shit, you've never seen clothes come off a person so fast. You barely catch a glimpse of Seungyeon's nipples before they're smashed against your chest again.

"Well I want to wrap my pussy around your cock," she says, already lowering your pants, "Help me make that happen, okay?"

You're not sure how you're supposed to help, since you're pinned between the door and her paralyzing, hot body. You feel your pants dropping to the floor, taking your underwear with them. Your dick springs up and slaps Seungyeon's pussy. Of course you're already hard.

Seungyeon isn't waiting for anything. She lifts herself onto her toes, and your dick gets just enough room to be able point fully up. Your tip rests somewhere in her folds. She reaches around her back and you feel her fingers adjust you very slightly, and suddenly you feel your entire dick being engulfed by her as she drops back down.

She groans. Loud. You're very aware all of a sudden that you're having sex in the front hallway of an entertainment company's office and look around. Seungyeon grabs your chin and forces you to look into her eyes though. You see stars dancing around them, but that's probably because you're feeling light headed from the pleasure being forced onto you right now.

The look she gives you is... intense. The whole time she's moving her body just right to keep your dick inside her, despite the fact that she's so soaking wet and slippery and at such an awkward angle. She manages it well though.

"Do you like this? Hm?" She asks. You open your mouth to answer but all you get out is a moan as she squeezes your dick with her pussy. Against your stomach, you feel her abs working to make that happen. What a fucking talent!

She smiles and pulls your head down to her open mouth. You open yours too and it gets assaulted by her tongue, dancing just as wildly as her body does.

When she finally breaks away from the thing you could call a kiss, she moves her chest off of yours to let you get a really good view of her jiggling tits, shining with sweat. If you're honest, you've already seen most of them thanks to the clothes she wears, but with nothing to cover them at all they're absolutely amazing.

"I need you to... cum, alright?"

Woah, that's sudden. Does she mean inside?

"The first cum... happens fast," she pants between every couple of words. No wonder, since she's still fucking you while just on the tips of her toes, "but that's what... we need... You need to last... longer for the next round."

You definitely already feel your orgasm coming, she doesn't need to tell you that. But wait. Next round? What is she talking about?

Simple poll this time:

Choices: 1. Take charge and cum the way you want to! She didn't specifically say she needed you to cum inside her, but that's a risk you're willing to take. 2. (Picked:) Are you joking? She knows what she's doing and has a plan for MORE? Don't take charge, she'll make you cum the way she wants to!

~~~~~

No way you're risking doing something she doesn't want you to right now. Not after she mentioned a "next round."

"It's happening now!" you say through your half gritted teeth. You really hope she knows what you meant, but you're having a little trouble forming full, meaningful sentences right now.

Seungyeon gets both of her arms around you and squeezes. Her eyes lock on yours again and you're captivated. You can't look away. "Do it... then."

Her hips grind against yours, and your orgasm hits you like a runaway train. You're dizzy, but you can still notice that she's squeezing down on you. As your cum fills her up, her eyes roll up, she bites her lip, and a grin spreads across her face.

You barely register that you slump to the floor, with Seungyeon's clamping pussy bringing her down with you.

"You dumb fucking hooker."

Suddenly, your senses all come back to you. That wasn't your voice. Or Seungyeon's. Oh shit. You can't see where it came from. But you recognize it. You start to imagine yourself getting beat up by body guards, or thrown in jail, or... fuck, maybe exiled from South Korea? Is that a thing that could happen?

So, whose voice was it?

Options: 1. Seunghee 2. Yujin 3. Sorn 4. Yeeun 5. Elkie 6. (Picked:) Eunbin

~~~~~

With a semi-exhausted sigh, Seungyeon leans to the side and looks over her shoulder. You feel a sense of impending doom as you see that the voice came from the daddy long le-- er, you mean, "maknae" of CLC, Eunbin.

Eunbin is only about fifteen feet away down the hall, wearing shorts (not as short as Seungyeon's, but still revealing her full legs), a blue sweatshirt, and tennis shoes. She looks... well she looks stone-faced as normal, but you bet she's super angry, based on the tone of her voice.

"Beannie, it's all good, okay?" Seungyeon sounds annoyed. She stands up, a wet plop nearly echoing as she comes off your dick. She faces away from you. If you weren't terrified, you would be admiring the bottom view of her bare ass and pussy dripping with your cum. Actually, you just came inside her. You're suddenly even more terrified, thinking about the entertainment company lawyers that are about to sue you into oblivion.

There's a dead silence for a solid ten seconds as the leader and the maknae stare each other down. You barely have the self consciousness to cover your dick with your hands.

"Don't you want to try him out?"

You stare up at Seungyeon's back. Could she make this situation worse? Don't mock the witness!

Eunbin's deadpan glare lowers down and locks with your eyes. ShiiiiIIIIT. Her look goes a little further down, right at your hands. And she licKS HER LIPS, WHAT?

"I'm busy, ass whore. Besides, the bitch is waiting with her cunt wide open," she swears evenly, like she's discussing the mild weather. You would question what she's saying if you weren't so confused, and still light headed.

Seungyeon groans, this time with annoyance rather than with pleasure like earlier. She turns around and bends over to grab your arms and starts pulling. You have to assume she wants you to stand, so you try, but it's awkward, trying to stand without revealing your mostly softened cock. Once you're up, she yanks on your hands, flashing Eunbin. Yet, she only looks for half a second, then turns and walks through a doorway. The same one Seungyeon starts dragging you toward, all the while with your cum slowly dripping out of her onto the floor.

What the fuck is happening here?

And who's the "bitch" Eunbin is talking about?!

Options: 1. Seunghee 2. Yujin 3. Sorn 4. (Picked:) Yeeun 5. Elkie

~~~~~

As you make your way through the door, dragged by Seungyeon, Eunbin is nowhere to be seen, but there is definitely another person. You're not sure you recognize her though.

She's tied down with some soft looking rope to a cushioned table. And the ropes are all she's wearing, with the exception of a blindfold. The ropes are holding her down and holding her legs wide open, but her arms are completely free. Doesn't seem like effective bonda--

The door slams shut behind you, making you just about jump out of your skin. Eunbin was hiding behind it! She has on exactly the same expression as before, too. She must be determined to creep you the hell out.

Before you can do or say anything about that, Seungyeon grabs your chin and turns you to look at the tied up girl on the table again. "See there? That's Yeeun. She's been a very good girl until today. She's only had sex a couple times before, but last month she told us that she wants to be a little slut, so that's why you're here."

You see Yeeun biting her lower lip. Seungyeon reaches down and starts stroking your dick back to life.

"You can fuck her any way you want to, as long as it's hard, and as long as you can do it for a really, really long time. And if you can do that..."

Seungyeon drops to her knees and takes your mostly hard dick in her mouth, diving all the way to the base and quickly sucking off whatever was left from the first round. She pops back off and licks it from the bottom to the top.

"If you do that for her, I'll definitely be calling you back."

You look back and forth from the leader of CLC below you and the rapper in front of you. Should you really? This seems crazy.

"What will it be? You can take her sweet pussy all the way to the moon and back, but she's not on the same prodigious birth control I am,"

You mentally breathe a sigh of relief at that, but also wonder what the hell qualifies a birth control as "prodigious."

"If you're afraid of putting a baby in her though, we already pre-lubed her pretty little ass. It hasn't been used before, but you should glide righ-"

DEAR LORD, Eunbin's ever-expressionless face appears right in front of yours, out of nowhere, "Or you can face fuck her. I've been dildoing this stupid thot's dumb mouth for days to get her ready for your fatass penis, if you have the balls," she says, nearly monotone. You're seriously confused by her rude behavior here and suspect she might be hiding a torture room somewhere in this building.

From the table, you hear Yeeun. You may not be at a good angle to see her, but it's definitely her. You'd recognize that sweet, meek voice anywhere, "I'm ready... please fuck me?"

Holy damn. This is really happening isn't it?

Options: 1. (Picked:) Take that risk! Pussy time! 2. Well, if her ass is already lubed... 3. Don't risk Eunbin crushing your skull. Throat fuck Yeeun. 4. Why is titfucking still not an option?! Lol, jk, we all love her boobs, but she's not big enough for that. 5. Run the fuck away! These bitches are actually insane!

~~~~~

You take a deep breath. This is just plain insanity that you are witnessing before your eyes.

Insanity is contagious, apparently.

You step around Seungyeon, and stand over Yeeun. She's at just the right height, and your dick rests on her pelvis, between her legs. You hear a short gasp of excitement from her... and two more behind you, which is definitely still weird.

You back up a few inches, bend your knees just a bit, and move forward again. Yeeun is a bit small, so it takes some pushing, but you can see the anticipation building on her face (what isn't covered by the blindfold). With a thrust, you're in.

Yeeun sighs and a smile crosses her face. Seems you made a good choice. She's going to like this.

"Woohoo! Now make her a slut!"

Again, you nearly forgot about your audience. Seungyeon moves to stand right next to you, one hand on Yeeun's inner thigh and the other one squeezing your ass cheek. Yay, fun...

For hours, you pound Yeeun into the table. Seungyeon stays with you the whole time, climbing on top of Yeeun, sliding herself all over you, and licking... pretty much everywhere.

A couple of times you have to change things up, untying Yeeun and flipping her onto her stomach, re-angling her so you can hold yourself up mostly by your arms, and eventually scooting her to where her head hangs off the table while you kneel over her.

You cum at least four times, but it's hard to be sure, since you think you went basically numb after the first three hours.

Yeeun seems to have lost her mind around that same time. Her blindfold fell off at some point while you were fucking her from behind and now you can see that her eyes have become unfocused. Every time you pull out to adjust after the second hour, she whined and tried to get you back in. But anything coming out of her mouth eventually turned into needy moans.

You kind of wonder to yourself how realistic it is to have lasted so long, for Yeeun to have actually gone half comatose, or for this process to have "turned her into a slut," but hey, it was bliss for you.

Seungyeon gets on her knees between you and cleans off your exhausted cock (and the area around it) with her tongue. It's a little sore actually, but you're not about to complain.

She stands back up and wraps her arms under yours, pulling you in. "I think you were successful, baby. Yeeun is going to want so much more from now on. Let's hope the baby you definitely put in her doesn't slow her down."

Oh. Right.

"So, what's next? Want any kind of... reward before you go?"

With her hips slowly rubbing side to side against yours, it's pretty obvious what she means, but hey, she asked, so...

Options: 1. (Picked:) You're drained, but you'll try for Seungyeon! Even if it results in embarrassment! 2. You want more, but you don't think you can get it up anymore. Be smooth and give her your contact info. 3. Uh, yeah. The call you got said you were going to get paid money for this. That's a reward. 4. Maybe just something to drink? You're fucking exhausted! (Warning, this option is mad kink territory.)

~~~~~

With your cock just about ready to fall off, you aren't sure how well this will work, but you're willing to try for Seungyeon. You grab her by the hips. A smirk crosses her face, and she doubles down on grinding against you.

You lift her chin up for a kiss. It's your turn to take charge with her now. She coos into your mouth. Her fingernails lightly scrape either side of your spine, sending tingles all up and down your body. Her entire behavior just changed! Sheesh, and all you had to do was take the initiative in grabbing her? This girl changes her mind as fast as she takes her clothes off.

The sweetness continues for the better part of ten minutes. You could swear the room's temperature is evening back out, from the sun-like heat earlier to being very pleasantly warm.

Seungyeon slowly breaks away from the kiss, looking into your eyes with less intensity and more... care. She leans her head back, and you take the hint, diving in and sucking carefully at her neck. Her silent shuddering is only interrupted by a moan coming from behind you.

You can guess what it is, but curiosity gets you to turn enough to look. And of course, it's Eunbin. She's still staring, which is still creepy. But she's also got both hands moving inside her shorts. She's probably been there all along, so you guess she can stay and keep watching. You doubt she'd leave even if you asked...

Trying not to think too much about your audience, you get back to work on Seungyeon, kissing her tanned skin from her chin, to her chest, to her toned as hell stomach, to her clit. Once there, her knees shake, so you decide to set her down somewhere she won't fall. It's time to pay her back for all the oral service she's been giving you!

Seungyeon backs up at your touch, until she leans back against the table in the middle of the room, and onto Yeeun's half conscious body. The skinny girl groans as she's suddenly used as a back rest, but Seungyeon doesn't seem to have any interest in fixing the problem.

This is your moment. You're going to make Seungyeon squirm on top of her rapper. You'll make her explode! You start leaning down, tongue halfway hanging out of your mouth...

"Damn, you're still not hard?"

She's holding you back by the forehead, looking between your bodies down at your lifeless dick.

"W-well, yeah, I mean, I just..." you gesture down at Yeeun. That's where your hardness went, and it's still dripping out of her at a moderate pace!

Eunbin's hands are on your shoulders, pulling you away from Seungyeon. It's a bit of a shock, to say the least.

"I'll call you later! Buh-bye!"

The next thirty seconds are a blur. You're dragged, stunned, out of the room, through to the opposite end of the hallway you came in from, and shoved out a door into an alley.

"See ya, fuckface," is the last thing you hear from Eunbin before the door slams behind you.

What the hell...

The door reopens, and you spin around just in time to get a face full of your pants.

"Don't forget your stupid clothes, you degenerate," Eunbin throws you one last insult before the door closes again.

It's a little chilly out here.

[GAME OVER]

[pillage-and-lute]

OK, After Reading the Dragon Story (wich is Just so, so cute!) I have to throw this GIF at you and maybe you could write a little Thing about it top?

Hi Araglas1989!

I love the cervitaur gif, super cute!

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“There’s something in the woods,” the alderman said.

No shit, Geralt thought. Deer, hedgehogs, rabbits, maybe a Kikimore at worst.

“Have you seen signs,” he said instead. “People taken, children disappearring?”

“Nay, nothing like that, but houses are broken into, at first we thought it was animal scavengers but some o’ those doors need hands to open.”

“And what made you think it was animals, then?” Geralt was trying very hard not to use his talking to stupid people voice.

“It broke into the mill,” the alderman said darkly. “And flour was all strewn about the floor. There’s locks on the mill, latches, but on the floor, all the prints were hooves.”

Cervitaur, Geralt’s mind said.

“A devil!” Raged the alderman. “Or witches! Our town is beset by evil spirits, intent on stealing our food!”

“Right,” Geralt said. “I’ll take care of it.”

He  made a purchase in town then led Roach to the woods and tied her up in a glade with grass and even a little sunshine. Then he sat down and opened his pack, setting out a cloth and pulling out his purchase. 

Sugarred, candied ginger. Cervitaurs were distant relatives of fauns, and anything even close to a faun had a sweet tooth. This one was probably starving too, if it was willing to go into a village. Odd, since most wild cervitaurs knew how to forage.

He took a nibble of the candied ginger. For his witcher senses, it was a bit much, but he made happy “hmmm yum” noises.

Geralt was an impressively bad actor, he knew, but he was really hoping this would work, rather than properly tracking the cervitaur and probably scaring him half to death.

There was a rustle in the bushes, and it sounded bigger than a rabbit or fox. He set the little twist of paper with the ginger on the cloth he’d spread out, tilting it so some spilled out. Then he stood up, going over to Roach and running his hands through her mane. 

There was another rustle. Geralt waited, breath bated and sensitive ears perked. Grass crunched under a hoof, a second, and then another hesitant hoof.

“I’ve heard that witchers don’t like to kill sentient creatures,” said a voice. Geralt turned.

A very thin cervitaur was in the clearing, he wore a stained blue doublet and there was a lute strapped across his back.

Geralt pointedly set his swords down, “No, we try not to, unless we have no choice.”

The cervitaur hesitated. “But you laid this trap for me?”

“Less trap,” Geralt said. “More an offerring. I figured you were hungry, most of your kind wouldn’t go near a village for less than starvation.”

The cervitaur knelt, in the funny way deer do, by the cloth, but didn’t take any ginger. Geralt sat on the opposite side of the small cloth.

“It’s not poisoned, then?” said the cervitaur, his eyes barely leaving the candy. He really was very thin, knelt like this Geralt could count every rib.

Geralt pointedly took another tiny bite, “No,” he said.

“You eat it like it is,” the cervitaur said, but he picked up a cube of ginger.

“Witcher senses,” Geralt said ruefully. It’s a bit much for me. What’s your name? I can’t keep thinking of you as ‘the cervitaur’.”

“Jaskier,” came the reply, slightly muffled as he unslung his lute from his shoulder. There was dappling on his back, but his face was that of a young man, quite a handsome one, really.

“You still have spots,” Geralt said. “You aren’t a wild cervitaur?” Only young ones or cervitaurs who often transformed into humans kept their snow spots. 

Jaskier took a careful bite of ginger, then hummed in delight and took the whole cube into his mouth. “Yeah,” he said around the ginger. “My mum was a cervitaur too, but she bought a glamor from a sorceress and fell in love with my dad, then she had a glamor made for me.”

He ate another ginger cube, but Geralt took some hearty bread from his pack and cut it, preparing to listen. It was obvious Jaskier needed something heavier than candy.

“I never learned to forage, and since I mostly looked like a human, I didn’t understand why I should learn.”

Geralt hummed. A glamor could transform a cervitaur, already magical, into very nearly human, but in the real form they needed to eat like both deer and humans. Jaskier would have probably gotten by okay on grass but his human half needed real nutrients, without knowing how to find nuts and berries, he would have starved.

“So you broke into the grain store,” he said, handing Jaskier a slice of bread.

“Yes,” the lad looked shamefaced. “I didn’t want to steal but I can’t just walk into town, my glamor wore off.”

“Show me.”

“Jaskier pulled a little silver band from his finger and dropped it into Geralt’s outstretched hand. The witcher examined it carefully, looking at each of the runes. There was a long scuff through one. 

“I might be able to fix this,” he said. “Temporarily at least, but that’ll do until we get you to a sorceress.”

Jaskier watched, chewing contentedly, but his eyes never leaving Geralt, as geralt pulled a silver needle from his pack. He lay the needle on a stone and heated it with igni to red heat, wincing as he picked up the sliver of metal in his fingers. He scratched the last symbol back onto the ring, dropping the needle when it was done. 

“You’re burnt,” Jaskier said, reaching out for Geralt’s hand, looking at the line of blisters where he’d held the needle. 

“It’ll heal in an hour,” Geralt said, proferring the ring. “Try it on.”

Jaskier slid the ring onto his middle finger and he was sitting crosslegged in the grass, some rather tattered trousers on. There was a hole in the bottom of one boot.

“They thought you were a devil, you know,” Geralt said. Jaskier chuckled, then looked regretful.

“I suppose they wont pay you now,” he said. “You have no proof.”

Geralt sideyed him. “Depends, how good of an actor are you?”

Jaskier grinned and popped some ginger into his mouth. “You have no idea.”

Thirty minutes later a dirty, thin bard stumbled into the village. 

“Vanquished!” he cried, “The devil is dead! I was captured in his lair, I saw it all!”

The young man was charming, and had been through a horrible ordeal, and as he sat in the tavern and told --and sung-- the tale of how the noble witcher, the white wolf, had fought a devil to free him, the townspeople were entranced. Food and drink was sent his way by sympathetic townsfolk, Geralt even got sent a couple heaping platefuls, and ale was on the house.

Traveling with a bard mightn’t be so bad, he reflected. He nudged Jaskier, though, when he started to absentmindedly lick salt straight from the shaker.

[shinydelirium]

MLQC Season 2 Chapter 21 (Kiro) Part 2 [Chaotic Space] & [Tacit Agreement] Translation [CN]

***SPOILERS*** THIS POST CONTAINS HEAVY SPOILERS FOR CONTENT NOT YET RELEASED ON EN SERVER!!! READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!!!***

For previous translations of chapter 21: Part 1

Enjoy~

[Chaotic Space]

We made our way to the hotel lobby.

Every waiter who passed by Helios only gave him a small glimpse. He continued to do his own thing as if he was already used to such behavior and just let it pass him by.

I tugged on his sleeve and motioned for him to come closer.

MC: Do you know something about their expressions?

Helios: No.

Helios: They only know that I’m a “special guest.”

A playful smile crept into his eyes but at this time the lobby manager stepped forward and stood in front of us, casting accusing eyes on Helios.

Manager: Sir, I hope you will not cause trouble to the other guests.

Faced with such a firm and awe-inspiring question, Helios smiled lazily and turned his head to look at me.

Helios: Are you troubled?

I shook my head, feeling the manager’s face darken a little bit, and Helios’ smile became more triumphant and mocking.

Manager: If you are threatened, you can tell me right away. This guest has a history of taking other people’s belongings.

Helios: So much rubbish.          

Helios: Step aside.

Helios stepped forward impatiently, took me towards the door and I looked at him with a snicker.

MC: You’re not stealing people’s cell phones to send text messages, are you?

Helios: I tried normal communication.

He said this nonchalantly, warning the waiters who were observing secretly.

Helios: They just want to keep me here as ordered and restrict my communication with the outside world.

Helios: On the other hand, as long as I don’t leave here, I can do as I please.

MC: But if that’s the case, you can walk straight out the exit, right? How can you not be able to leave?

Helios: That is what makes this hotel interesting.

As we talked, we arrived at a door and Helios pushed it away while I stared blankly.

A dazzling light shines through the crack of the door. As we moved forward, it instantly covers my entire vision—

An embellished blue is embellished in front of my eyes. The sound of waves rushes to my ears, sweeping away the fatigue and burden of this period in time.

In the distance, a few people were on surfboards riding and jumping over the waves and women in bikinis lay on the beach sunbathing.

I stared at Helios next to me in a daze and he seemed to be unsurprised as though he had seen this scene many times.

MC: Have we crossed?

Helios: ….

MC: Is this the work of an Evolver?

Helios didn’t seem to want to explain anything. He took a handful of sand from the ground and stuffed it into my hand.

Helios: Hold onto it tightly.

In the next second, he took my shoulder and walked to the other side of the beach.

Under the bright, hot sun, my forehead unknowingly oozes thin sweat.

I don’t know how long it has been until a door similar to the one before appeared.

Helios pushed open the door skillfully and pulled me in.

The sun behind him suddenly disappeared and was replaced by an endless field. Many stars covered the entire night sky.

Before I could marvel at the sight, Helios raised my hand to my eyes.

Helios: Open your hand.

I obeyed his words and opened my fingers gently and the dense, fine sand was scattered like smoke and dust under the starry sky, quietly falling down to the ground.

It’s so real that it sends chills down one’s spine.

Helios: Although it is not clear what the principle is, it should be the use of “doors” to connect many real spaces together.

MC: Do you mean this is actually Loveland City or somewhere on Earth?

Helios: No, all you see here are people who come to the hotel.

Helios: It should be some kind of different space.

He took me to walk in the star-shrouded wilderness. The crescent moon bends and the night wind swept over the weeds making a rustling sound.

Maybe because Helios is here, my heart is incredibly calm.

Helios: What’s wrong?

MC: Although I think it might not be a good time to say this kind of thing, don’t you think it’s beautiful here?

Helios: I brought you here because of the beauty. ***UWUWUWUWUWUWU!!! 🥺💕That is classic Kiro!!!***

Helios: Otherwise, I wouldn’t have taken you away like this.

I was surprised. Helios’ expression was faint as if this the answer was obvious.

MC: Is there anything else that’s weird here?

Helios snorted and reached out his hand to count.

Helios: Volcano eruptions, Tyrannosaurus in Jurassic Park, valleys full of poisonous insects, tropical rain forests, deserts, polar regions��.

MC: ….

MC: ….It seems that you have suffered a lot.

Helios: At least it gave me some fun.

Before we knew it, we came to another door again. After he opened it skillfully, he led me to step on the clouds.

I looked down and dizziness swept through me.

MC: …This is?

Helios: A rare and special place.

He pulled me to sit on the clouds, soft as velvet, and the pale pink sky seemed to be within reach.

MC: Do you remember where all these doors lead to?

Helios: Each space has a door with at least three doors and at most six doors and the space leading to it is basically fixed.

Helios: Try a few more times and you will know.

I looked back against the light. How long has he been trapped here and how many attempts has he made by himself?

MC: What does it mean “basically fixed”?

Helios: When I first arrived, I went through the doors several times and the space changed.

Helios: I was short on time so I haven’t found a pattern yet. This place is bigger than I thought.

MC: Wouldn’t it be dangerous if a guest ended up in the wrong place?

Helios: Not that dangerous.

He turned his head and half of his body was already out of the clouds.

I subconsciously wanted to catch him. The friction felt fleeting at my fingertips and I watched in horror as Helios gradually receded.

MC: ….!

Helios smiled calmly. In the next second, he squeezed my palm—

Gravity pulled me down quickly like a boulder. At the same time, his arm tightened and he took me into his arms.

I stared at his eyes blankly. My heart beat violently because of the weightlessness as light and shadow past behind me.

Helios: Don’t be afraid.

At the end of my field of vision, I saw a vast expanse of whiteness. We seem to have fallen into the end of the light.

Suddenly, we seem to have landed onto a very soft place and even bounced back a few times.

I opened my eyes, propped up, and found myself lying on a bed with Helios beside me looking at me with a smile.

Helios: Now you understand.

Helios: Someone in the hotel is secretly manipulating everything.

Helios: You can only appear where you “should” appear.

From a drawer, Helios pulled out a piece of paper with many weird graphics on it and pointed to one of them.

Helios: Like I said before, this here is a different special space just like this Rubik’s Cube…

MC: Wait a sec.

I looked at the distorted three-dimensional figure on the paper in confusion.

MC: ….I can’t tell that this is a Rubik’s Cube.

Helios: …..

***In case any of you don’t know, it’s a known fact that Kiro’s drawing skills suck😆. He ain’t no Piscasso but I still love him as Mr. Spicy Chips🥰🥰🥰 ***

Helios’ expression was a bit stiff. He took out a pen and drew a more distorted figure on a blank space.

I lay on the bed and couldn’t help laughing.

Helios: That funny, huh?

MC: No, it’s nothing.

I tried to suppress my laughter but seeing Helios’ expression, I couldn’t help but let it out.

I took the pen from his hand, turned over the paper, and drew a regular three-dimensional figure of a Rubik’s Cube.

MC: Rubik’s Cube…as you were saying.

Helios looked at the figure I drew in a daze. Finally, he turned his head and let out a faint chuckle.

He cleared his throat and pointed to the Rubik’s Cube. 

***I just absolutely love how these two interact with one another😂😂😂***

Helios: After my investigation, I suspected that every space in the hotel is like each square on a Rubik’s Cube.

Helios: Therefore, the number of doors will vary depending on the position of each block.

Helios: However, the space we have just experienced is the state of the Rubik’s Cube at rest.

Helios: But if the “Cube” is rotated, the space will change.

MC: Isn’t that troublesome?

Helios snorted coldly, his eyes flashing with disdain.

Helios: Even if it gets disrupted again, it can’t erase the “Rubik’s Cube” itself.

Helios: There will be no way out.

[Tacit Agreement]

For the rest of the time, I tried to digest what Helios said, but I kept finding it strange.

MC: Let us not mention for the time being whether the people who were taken away from the Wish Club were brought to the Wish Hotel.

MC: For this hotel alone, it serves Evolvers under the guise of storing Evol…

MC: Just to trap them here?

MC: If it’s that’s the case, what happened to that guest I saw leaving when I came here?

Helios: Nothing but a cover.

Helios casually grabbed a pillow, leaned on my side, and laid his arms on top.

Helios: Whether it’s “stored” or not, the Evol of the guests in the hotel is indeed gone.

MC: ?!

Helios: This hotel has equipment for detecting Evol energy.

Helios: I saw that were no Evol energy fluctuations in anyone.

Helios: After realizing this, I confirmed that every guest who leaves the hotel is the same.

MC: How did you do that….

Helios: Haven’t found it yet.

Helios: Customers who accept the Evol “storage” service should have a special “door”.

There was a cold glint in Helios’ eyes.

MC: But it feels that there are not a few guests here and there is no description of Wish Hotel from the outside world.

MC: Does it mean that these storage behaviors are voluntary?

Helios: That’s not important.

He turned his head and looked at me lazily. It might have been my imagination but his eyes seemed somewhat tired.

Helios: The important thing is that the Evol energy that originally existed was indeed “taken away”.

Helios: They won’t be taken away for no reason.

Suddenly, I thought of something and looked at Helios in front of me. I sat up abruptly.

MC: This strange hotel is also related to the foundation that should serve ordinary people.

MC: The foundation is doing things for GR again.

MC: Could there be GR members behind this hotel?

MC: Are they collecting Evol energy for research? Or looking for CORE?

Helios: You have quite the habit of asking a lot of questions.

Helios closed his eyes. His reaction didn’t seem surprising.

Helios: Find the person behind the hotel and then we will know everything.

Helios: Thinking more is a waste of brain power.

MC:…You’re right.

I mumbled and went back to the bed again, looking at the man with his eyes closed, my brain spinning constantly.

MC: That being the case, I have a good idea. Maybe I can find the person responsible.

Helios: No way.

Helios didn’t open his eyes as if he completely guessed what I was going to say.

MC: I haven’t said anything yet.

Helios: No way.

Helios opened his eyes with dissatisfied and the light outside the window fell on his distinct eyelashes through the soft gauze of the curtains.

Looking at the more vivid person in front of me, I couldn’t help but raise the corners of my mouth.

MC: I am now a “guest” of this hotel and it’s only reasonable to enjoy their special services.

MC: Since I’m here, even if I don’t ask for it, they will definitely achieve their goal in another way.

Helios: I have other options.

MC: Definitely not faster and more straightforward than mine.

MC: Besides, didn’t we also cooperate perfectly in that Hunter Game before?

I stared at him calmly and gently grabbed the corner of his sleeve.

MC: I believe you will protect me.

Helios’s eyes became turbulent.

Helios: No third time.

After speaking, he took out the wooden board on the side of the bed and in his hand was a microcomputer.

MC: How can you still have a microcomputer?

Helios: I dismantled several computers at the front desk.

Helios: There wasn’t enough time. Only set up the intranet.

Helios said casually and quickly started typing on the keyboard.

Helios: You’re in room 2176? ***It’s not a Kiro chapter without some numeric slang sprinkled in. MC is staying in “Love You Kiro” room🥺💕***

MC: Yeah, you found this out too?

Helios didn’t speak, only a soft hum was left in the air.

Then, he took out two small devices from another cassette and stuffed them into my hand.

Helios: Communication equipment. Put it in your ears.

MC: Where did you remove this from? You didn’t take apart the phones in the hotel too, did you?

Helios only raised the corners mouth slightly, set aside the satellite computer, grabbed my wrist and pulled me down.

Helios: So many questions.

He made no attempt to hide the fatigue in his voice. He sighed as if he could finally feel relieved.

Helios: I haven’t slept well these days. Let me rest for a while.

[End of Part 2]

[galaxies-unknown-a]

[Writings - Poisoning PT 3]

[PART 1 | PART 2]

[Under a cut for some light body horror(?) content. I-- was not planning on this becoming a small event thing but oH WELL.]

He’d thought, maybe, the fire combined with humiliation would be enough... Would force his brother to stop playing tricks, seeking to end everything good he’d ever had in his life.

He’d walked home, covered in burnt-on blood, eyes glowing so bright that even the sun would have competition, ready to finally see his partner returned to him. He had obliterated any shred of goodness others saw in him that night, acting just as Notch had always warned...

A being of chaos.

A being of death.

Minecraft’s Demon.

He had done it all for a small vial, glittering like a trapped galaxy in a bottle. It had been hesitantly opened, the admin’s vision flickering over the other. Their chest still rose and fell by the barest of breaths, their skin was paler than usual- as if they’d spent a year underground. He opened their mouth, dripping in the contents of the vial.

“....please...” His true voice, the barest hint of a croak. Herobrine had watched, his own breath catching as the other had stilled, then coughed--- the color for a moment returned, and with it, his hope. Perhaps his brother (for once in his rotten life) had not pulled the wool over his eyes, had let him have this one kindness....

That hope, however, started to fade as the color drained more rapidly from the other’s form. His hands rushed up, gripping at the other’s own. Calloused and burn-scarred. Were those his scars, or their’s?

“WRITER!” His vocals nearly snapped at that, age-old injuries immediately ripping into him. But he paid it no mind, paid the entire world little heed as he was forced to watch the scene before him.

The color drained, their body slowly gaining a more ashen hue... And then darker, darker still. The color blackened in their hair, brunette-brown shifting to an obsidian purple. They shifted-- they were alive, they were-

Their scream tore into his soul. Both eyes opened at once, revealing pure-black surrounding a fading hazel orb, one that was quickly molding- transforming. Was that-- a glow?--

Their scream was blood-curdling, choked and clouded with terror and agony. It was a noise he knew quite well from his youth- the screams of Notch’s victims, late in the night. It made his very heart tear in two in a fraction of a second, hands suddenly being gripped by something far stronger than anything Writer had ever offered. The hazel finally winked out, replaced by pure-black...

And they collapsed back onto the bed.

“--stay, stay with me-- Writer! WRITER!!” Their breathing was back, but now it was hoarse and ragged, each breath half-tinted by a shudder. Their entire body was flickering, as if it was caught between this world and the next- but the changes continued, all the same. It wasn’t until their skin was a deep ash and their hair a darkened purple that it finally seemed to stop.

He hesitantly pulled one hand away from their’s, resting it near their neck. They were breathing, yes, but... What if this was one of Notch’s----?!

Ice cold.

Their skin was like touching an ice spire deep in the frozen lands.-- But he could feel a heartbeat underneath it, weak... But there.

“...ero...”

Herobrine nearly jumped clear through the roof.-- It was their voice, warped to an echoing tone, as if it was coming from the bottom of a mineshaft. His heart fell straight into the depths of the Nether as he watched them slowly open their eyes...

And he was met with two glowing cubes of gold.

“....Hero?...” He didn’t hesitate. The other was pulled into an embrace, Herobrine closing his eyes as he squeezed them as much as he could without potentially breaking bones. There was a weak wheeze, and he speedily let go- quick to return them to a laying position on the bed. “....everything hurts...”

[lavenderek]

...I hope this isn't too personal and feel free to ignore it if it is, but I saw you mentioned you think you have AVPD? If it's okay, how did you think that was right for you?

sorry this is a very old one. i honestly don't remember when you sent this.

i thought at the time that the symptoms matched me pretty much like a glove.

i've had so many negative social experiences that i developed a sense of constant embarrassment, regret, and panic. i can't remember the last time i haven't felt some level of awkwardness or distance when hanging out with someone. and no matter how close we are or how well it went, i always leave feeling certain i fucked it up somehow. i can't be reassured because i've been lied to in the past.

if someone says they love me i can't say it back. it feels wrong and mortifying in my mouth like the words shouldn't be in that order. and i'm positive that if i do say it, it's some kind of commitment that i won't be able to keep, either because they'll leave me or i'll panic and shut down.

i often feel trapped in social situations. moments of shame or humiliation from throughout my life replay in my head all day and all night, only stopping if i'm distracted. and even then, it interrupts me.

i keep track of how reciprocated my outreaches are. i never take relationships for granted because when i fuck it up, i'm ashamed of how brazen my comfort in it was in the first place.

i almost feel relieved after a bridge is burned, because i don't have to worry about that relationship anymore.

it feels like i'm trying to keep an ice cube from melting by not holding it for too long, you know, making sure to only hold it with my fingertips and switching it between my hands and stuff. but then when it does melt, i don't have to keep the ice cube from melting anymore. it's melted.

so in that way it kind of meshes with bpd. i've split on people before just because i felt like i couldn't get enough time away from them to recoup the energy it takes to be in a social situation. my brain, against my will, decides it's a lost cause. that's why it was important that i be able to live alone.

logically i know that pulling back from people is damaging to our relationship, and that they're probably confused about it. so i try to make an effort to reach out occasionally, even if i was the last one to message. and i've learned to be more comfortable with like, "we're not close but we like to joke now and then" friendships. but it took me a long time to get to this point.

and i'm still not normal. i don't know if i ever could be. it's been so long that even if someone wanted to be with me romantically, i don't think i would be able to let it happen. my entire nervous system reacts like i'm a water-shy dog being dragged into a bath. am i lonely? yeah, a lot of the time. there are things i wish i could have. things i've waited for since i was 12 years old. but i can't. and when i'm alone, it's less embarrassing.

i'm always embarrassed. i'm tired of being embarrassed.

and people tend not to like me, anyway, so it's win-win, honestly.

im avoidant in general.

i no longer feel this way, because i hadn't done much research when i decided i thought it described me. that's the problem with self diagnosing lmao. sometimes you're straight-up wrong.

sorry this was so long. hope it answers your question.