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st4rbwrry · 2 years ago

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COZY ☆ sasuke uchiha.

★ 𖥻 synopsis. nurse sasuke misses touching you.

‍ ☆. warnings — 2.1k. pwp. fem!reader, lowercase intended, pleasure!dom, sub reader, eats through the panties, teasing, praise, overstimulation, fingering, slow missionary, soft spoken sasuke ofc, clit spanks, neediness, face grabbing/smacking, pet names [ baby/babe, princess, pretty ] ,black coded. minors aren’t welcomed ! reblogs & comments are appreciated. for you, my pretty @sailewhoremoon

“hey, sweetheart.”

your tall boyfriend with messy hair emerges past the front door to greet you with a lopsided grin. he’s dressed in his usual attire; light blue scrubs while carrying a beige tote bag over his shoulder he sets down by the door after kicking his crocs off, a pile of three books clutched in his long fingers and underarms. he finds you sitting on the couch watching coraline in the darkish living room, holding a tub of ice cream in your hand and waving your spoon as you talked. only dressed in lilac panties and a vintage biker tee that’s like ten years old. feet propped on the coffee table as you enjoyed your movie on your day off.

“you’re home early. how was class?”

“interesting. i have a physiology final friday so the professor let us go early.”

nodding, your eyes drift. “whatcha got there?”

sasuke raises his brows, following the trail of your eyesight to see you looking at the books he had. “oh! i stopped by to get a few more supplies for class and found these novels i wanted us to read this weekend.”

his heavy body walks toward you, steps creaking the floor as he ruffled his black hair and hands you the novels. you set your ice cream aside to observe. sasuke’s crouched in front of you on his knees while he gets comfortable and rests his head on your pudgy stomach. you giggle from the gesture, scanning the grunge book covers on them all.

“dark fantasy this week, huh?”

his hands smooth up and down the outside of your smooth thighs, nodding his head. “you’ve been into that lately. look what you’re watching now. your third time this month, actually.”

you nod frantically, setting the books aside. “only because—okay, listen! i’m trying to analyze all the things i missed. there’s this theory that coraline didn’t actually seal the door.”

“why’s that? didn’t she get rid of the key?”

“yes! but in the end, right. notice when the camera pans out that it shows her parents’ garden. it shows her face, the same way it did in the other side. right. also, the cat fucking disappears through the sign at the end remember? and he could only do that in the other world!”

“mhmm!” sasuke raises his brow and making a sound that he understands, listening to you, barely that is considering he’s not looking at you at all. focused on his hands massaging your thighs and getting closer to your inner thighs, kissing your knee gently.

you frown. “baby, you’re not listening.”

sasuke raises his head, blinking. “i am. finish, babe.”

“okay, so!” the excitement picks back up in your tone, rambling on more. “point is, coraline never left from the other world and she only thinks that she did because she's in a fake copy of her own world somewhere behind the door. also if you notice, every single time she goes into the tunnel, it’s gets longer, which means she’s going deeper . . . ”

“what’s that smell?” sasuke interrupts, face completely unfocused. as much as he loves to hear your rambles and theories about your favorite movie, he’s too entranced by the way your skin smells right now, hiking your shirt to your midsection and seeing the sparkly belly piercing you have, leaning closer to lay his head there.

“ ‘ke,” your frown deepens, wishing he’d pay attention. you were super excited to tell him about this but he wasn’t listening to you. silence shadows you when you notice how much darker his eyes become, sucking in a breath the harder his thumbs knead into the flesh of your inner thighs, sasuke’s hands nearly gripping underneath your knees to hike your legs onto his shoulders. absentmindedly, your body sinks lower for him to accommodate, his face inching closer to your clothed cunt rapidly dampening as he releases a raspy moan.

“what is it? it’s driving me crazy.”

“t-that rihanna perfume i got at the flee market, remember? the red one.”

“fuck,” it’s like your sixth sense kicks in and you could practically tell that his dick just twitched in his pants, his hips pressing against the edge of the couch, close to grinding against it. sasuke loses his mind with the next thing you say. it coming out like you knew exactly what he was thinking right now.

“just put your mouth on it,” it’s soft the way it comes out, perceiving. you sound as if you’ve been waiting for him to do it while also being needy for it. i missed you, is what he says in his head. and you knew that. could read it in his eyes that are low and longing for physical touch. he’s been touching all these bodies but yours, having enough of class and needing you.

an undefeated grin sinks on his face, trying to keep that act up when you knew damn well how feral he’s feeling deep within. sasuke doesn't say a word, pushing your legs further back and craning his neck to drop his thick tongue onto your covered pussy, fabric sliding along his tongue as he licks a rough, long stripe over the entirety of your cunt. a whimper escapes the two of you in sync, his mouth suctioning your hidden clit, saliva soaking your lilac panties and sucking hard. your knees jerk from the feeling, hips grinding on his face. sasuke keeps his eyes on yours, releasing his mouth with a loud, wet pop and spanking your clit three times hard. he avoids where you craved him the most, playing with the thin band, moving it aside to catch a quick lick, dragging it side to side over your folds and sloppily kissing at your inner thighs.

“ ‘ke, stop teasing and eat it,” you whine, taking your hands to hold your own legs up, biting your lip, eyes glossy.

“i didn’t hear a please. you know i don’t like that.”

you hated giving him the satisfaction of begging sometimes because he tends to take advantage of it. he knows how badly you loved getting your pussy ate, and its embarrassing really. but he couldn't blame you when he did it so good. you’d cry for it, get mad if he doesn't do it or initiate it, didn’t offer after your period ends, when you’re sad or having a bad day. he will purposely make you beg for it even if he planned on doing it all along.

you take too long, and he’s extremely impatient. sasuke slips your panties to the side and slides his two middle fingers deep into your creamy cunt, white substance coating his slim fingers, hearing it squelch as he gently curls them upward to hit that spot. he raises his brow, still waiting. your thighs shake when he smacks your outer thigh, the impact stinging. your back arches. “c’mon, girl.”

“please, please, pleaseee baby.”

“i can eat it, princess?” sasuke smirks like an asshole.

fuck you. “yessss, yes, please!”

sasuke slurps at your clit greedily, destined to make you cum so he can drink it all. your pupils shift white once they roll back, clawing at your own thighs and prolonging his name in a content moan. its really wet, the sound so loud it bounces off the wall even with the movie playing on low in the background. sasuke thrusts his fingers slowly in and out, kissing at your pussy, sucking hard on your clit and pulling it with his lips, even uses the point of his tongue to flick at the throbbing bud. you can’t speak when you cum, your boyfriend moaning into your sweet pussy the minute you tug at his silky hair and hang your mouth wide open, squealing and closing your legs around his head.

“good girl,” sasuke’s voice is deep and primal. he swallows down his gift, chin doused and lips shiny. he continues to thrust his fingers, your walls clenching tight on them as he hovers over you to stick his tongue in your mouth and kiss you. your eyes falter closed in bliss as you suck on his tongue and kiss back, rocking against his fingers. “taste that? that’s all you. ain’t it good?”

“mm hmm,” your attentive hands reach forward to tug down his scrubs, dick springing free and slapping hard onto his abdomen. sasuke’s stomach rolls inwardly from the freedom, thick vein pulsating on the right side of his cock leading up to the bubblegum pink tip, wanting more than anything to suck on it like a lollipop. the way he’s looking though? it’s not happening. maybe later in the shower. he straightens his back to lift off his top, chest bare to you now, his pretty vanilla skin gleaming from the low lighting coming from the kitchen and television.

“look at her wantin’ more,” sasuke hums, thumb circling your sensitive clit and you jolt. sasuke bends his neck to spit between your legs, saliva hitting your mound and streaming down before he gathers it with two fingers and plunges them back into you, pushing your left leg back and fucking them fairly quick into you. he has his right knee indented into the sofa, messy black hair hanging around his clenched jaw, his brother’s necklace dangling. “nng you’re so much tighter, baby.”

“ ‘ke,” again, his name is the only thing you can conjure. sasuke locks his lips with yours roughly, whimpering in his mouth with his dick jumping against your thigh. “g’na cummm!”

“lemme have it,” its sort of a struggle to pump his fingers because of how tight you grip on it, despite it, he applies more force. he’d be a fool to ruin your orgasm. he loved pulling that out of you more than anything. gasping loud, you push at his exposed chest and trap his forearm with your spasming legs, screaming out the faster he fucks you. “mmm, thank you pretty.”

his next moves are haste, picking you off the sofa just to lay you flatly on your back before situating himself between, heavy cock pulsating and slapping the head on your clit a few times before he gently eases his way into your gaping hole. so fucking slick it drives him wild. still coming down from your previous high, your eyes are lazy as you hold your arms to your chest and watch him with fascination. the pretty man hovering above you hissing the deeper he sinks into your tight pussy, groaning loudly when he’s reached his peak. he’s become immobile like you have, the two of you needing nothing else to say, just wanting to relish the pleasure. sasuke’s hips roll back before he pistons forward, hips interacting, keeping his pace slow and hard to feel it all. it’s been a while since he’s taken his time with you. always rushing sex nowadays since he’s busy with classes and you’re constantly working. he missed you so damn much it was painful sometimes.

he has both your knees pressed to your chest, the two of you looking where you met, his dick coated in your juices and moving sensually into you. your cries are music to his ears, leaning forward to whimper and moan into your mouth. he fucks you a little faster, choking up from your third orgasm already building up. it’s insane how many times he can make you cum in one session. and you knew this wasn’t going to be the last today. he’s free for the next two days, and so are you since you requested off for a mental day. what’s mental is that you’re going to get your brains fucked out by your horny boyfriend all weekend.

“fuck, cum with me, please baby,” sasuke pants, fucking you harder the closer he gets. he interlocks one of your hands together and pins it above you head while your free one strokes at your clit. pain and pleasure mixing into one. “so fuckin’ good to me, baby. love you.”

“i love you too, ‘ke,” tears well in your eyes, holding eye contact as your mouths breathe into each others, reaching your climax at the same time. wrapping your legs around his waist, you hold him close to you as a note for him not to pull out, sasuke cussing like a sailor as he cums inside, filling you with a generous amount of cum. your orgasm shocks you, balling up into his chest and grinding on his dick. sasuke heaves, roughly grabbing your face to kiss you hard, gently smacking the side of your face with a proud grin. it’s a thank you. he does it every time he cums and it’s the best reward. your lips are pouty like a goldfish since he’s squeezing your cheek, pecking your lips once more and staying inside of you as he lays his head on your chest. both of you smiling and watching the end credits of coraline while you play with his hair, chain cold on your collarbone.

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hauntingjasper · 5 months ago

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How did Gumball and Marshall meet?

What did the two think of each other?

Most fan stories I've read show that they hated each other from their first interaction.

I love your version of this beautiful couple 💗💗

Ooooooo I was just thinking about their story together! I think I still have some tweaks to do with my own interpretation of them but I have some ideas.

I believe they met when The Candy Kingdom was giving its baby steps, maybe as a simple candy village or something, and Marshall Lee just stumbled across it one day. Marshall never did anything to actively harm it, but he didn't interact with anyone there, he was probably interested in something else, like the founde- I mean, the food there.

I think the candy citizens would be terrified seeing a dark shadow passing back and forth rapidly near their houses and stealing their candy, and he'd become some kind of boogeyman or the chupacabra to them lmfao (I like to think that some older candy citizens would still use his "legend" to scare the younger ones and make them behave)

They kinda start off on the wrong foot in this too, sorry anon 🙏 But it's just because Gumball now wants to catch this candy stealer and help his poor citizens have a peaceful night of sleep for once after weeks, and gets incredibly frustrated on the way. He finds a way, though. Either by setting a trap to catch Marshall Lee himself when he's shapeshifting, or by catching something else that unintentionally lures him... like a zombie cat who keeps showing up at the crime scene. (Or both too, I guess that works.)

Okay so now Marshall is mad (picture a small bat fuming that he has to be in a cage), his cat is mad, and Gumball is freaked out by the fact that there was a zombie cat wandering around his village and he didn't even realize it, potentially putting his citizens in risk of infection (Schwabelle wouldn't infect anyone tho, she's a good kitty), so now what? This nerd is going to study them, ofc. Especially Marshall Lee once Gumball finds out he's a vampire.

Vampires are practically extinct since Marshall Lee also became a vampire hunter in this universe, but I believe that the people who managed to survive their attack long enough also managed to leave behind records about them, stating their habits, their abilities and whatnot.

I know that, due to canon events, this would probably be out of character in insane levels but,, , I like to think that Gumball would be thrilled to have met Marshall simply because he's a vampire. He's read the records and would've liked to study more about the vampires (both out of interest and because he'd try to figure out the most effective ways to take them down but that's for another day-). The only reason he stayed was because Gumball offered him food and somewhere to stay during the day so he wouldn't burn to death, and because Gumball wouldn't give his cat back until he was sure she wasn't dangerous. If she was safe, he'd give her back and Marshall Lee could do whatever he wanted after they were done.

Marshall Lee would be thrown off by all that because first of all, stranger danger, and second of all, what the fuck.

Marshall Lee was more suspicious of Gumball than Gumball was of him. Gumball just kept asking questions about his vampirism and studying his physiology. Stuff like checking his abnormally low temperature and slow pulse, examining his shapeshifting, reading the records all over again and playing checklist to see how many different skills Marshall Lee could score... It was weirdly amusing for Marshall to see Gumball so fascinated over things that had become normal to him.

I think they would start bonding once they find out they're both immortal, and they'd cling to each other because of it. Gumball would listen to Marshall Lee's stories and Marshall Lee would listen to Gumball's. He was still a little weirdo to Marshall, but a weirdo who's passionate about his interests and managed to create living sentient people out of food, that was impressive. Gumball thought of him as one of a kind. No pun intended. Maybe.

I think that's all I have to say about them right now :P Thank you for the ask! 💖🫶

#gumlee #fionna and cake #marshall lee #prince gumball

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turtletimewriting · 2 years ago

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Omg omg can you do number 8 with Lee Donnie and Ler Leo? I know Donnie’s the one who speaks logically and all but I think it would be hilarious if Leo used that line to tease Donnie for the way Don usually talks logically and scientifically lolll. You don’t have to ofc! Have a great day :)))

Hells yeah I can! I read it and genuinely thought of it being a Ler Leo so this was fun to write!

“Why are you embarrassed to admit that you’re ticklish?? It’s a perfectly natural physiological response. The nerve endings in your skin are supposed to send alerts to the brain that trigger a response of laughter”

Here's the prompt list if you want to suggest stuff! Would love to write some more. This prompt list is so interesting!!

Here's the previous prompt I was given if you're interested.

Listen this is kinda a weird set up for this prompt but hey ho. I wrote it. Sorry for the long wait!!

_._._

Leo took his role as the gang's doctor very seriously. From kissing booboos when he was a little kid to using Donnie to illegally download medical textbooks, he took a great pride in making sure he could look after his family no matter what happened to them. This was all made difficult considering they didn't match the anatomy of the bodies in the textbooks but that just meant he got to carry a cool clipboard of all his brother's notes. In all his years as Dr Leon, he knew how to handle anything.

Including if his brother was an idiot and dropped an entire tank engine on to his foot.

He had never made a cast and he was trying to hide how excited he was to finally try this out, but by Donnie's deadpan death glare, he probably wasn't succeeding.

"Okay, so it should be fully set?" He asked as he tapped against the firm plaster. It felt pretty solid. God if he managed to do this on his first try then he's truly an untouchable god.

"Am I meant to have my compression sock still on under the cast?"

Uh oh. Oh no. Was it? Was that okay? Will the sock like mess up his foot some more. The cast has already set!

"Uhhhhh..."

"Leo!" He cried out.

"What! I don't know how to do this! They don't exactly make books like 'oh here's how to make your own leg cast to magically cure broken legs'!"

"Literally yes they do!"

"Uhh, maybe we can just pull it out?"

"From under the cast!" Donnie yelled with too much attitude for someone who could've spoken up earlier.

"Yeah? I should be able to get like... a chopstick under the cast and use that to poke it out?" He immediately launched up from sitting by Donnie to raid the kitchen. He snatched a butter knife, a chopstick and Splinter's back scratcher. One of them had to help? Right? Please let this work because Donnie will literally never let him live this down if he doesn't.

"You're serious!"

"Yes!" Leo yelled out louder to assert dominance, "Are you helping me or not!"

He grabbed the chopstick and stuck it into the top of the cast where his toes were sticking out.

"AH! Some waharning please!" Donnie flinched like he had been electrocuted.

"Warning, I need to dig out your dumb dumb sock," Leo snapped.

He could feel the sock there. This very tiny slight resistance when pushing the stick in. With some wriggling he managed to feel the sock to catch. It was slowly starting to be pushed down. Maybe he can push it down, there would be no way to pull it out even though it would easier to go out that way. Oh well, whatever works at this point. He went to hand Donnie the butter knife so he could help but stopped.

Donnie looked tense as all hell. Like if he relaxed even a tiny part for a single second then he'd explode. He was biting his lip violently. Banging his fist into the chair.

"Uhh, you okay there hermano?"

"Just get this over!" Donnie growled. He jolted forward as if to stop him.

"Are you okay?" Leo withdraw the stick, if this was hurting him then they'd all just have to deal with his sock being trapped.

"doN'T REMOVE IT!" Donnie shrieked, throwing his head back.

Leo panicked and stopped everything. "What's going on!" He asked not at all hysterically.

"Nothing!" Donnie shrieked like a sea gull.

"Okay????" Leo slowly pushed the sock down further while making direct eye contact. Donnie jolted again with a harsh shiver down his back. His leg twitched wildly under his soft grip. "Don! If this is hurting then just say! None of this is a big deal." Probably.

"No..." Donnie looked completely beyond embarrassed.

Like the time he had found Donnie talking to the computer chip he was working on. More embarrassed than the time he found the self insert slash atomic lass fanfiction.

"Bro?" He asked, starting to feel his stomach flop in worry.

"It's nothing!"

"It's clearly not nothing!"

"It's not a big deaAH!"

"See it's a big deal!"

"Don't move it!"

"Then what's the problem!" Leo yelped, they were practically screaming at each other. It was a sheer miracle that none of the others had come in to investigate. But then again, this is usually how their bonding went.

"It tickles, okay!" Donnie shouted to the heavens.

Oh thank god. Leo could actually feel himself go boneless with relief. "Oh, that's it?" He grabbed the stick and now violently poke the stick further into the cast to push his sock out. "Why are you embarrassed to admit that you’re ticklish?? It’s a perfectly natural physiological response. The nerve endings in your skin are supposed to send alerts to the brain that trigger a response of laughter."

Donnie was back to pounding the chair. "stOP TALKING ABOUT IT!"

"It's a natural response. Society will tell you that you'll grow out of it but it's just a physiological reaction-"

"AAAAH! Stop dohoing it! Go slower! AH. AHAH."

"-There's no shame or embarrassment. Everyone's a little ticklish. It's all okay."

"Stop! Stop! Stohop talking about it!"

But just like the older brother he was (which he is, thank you very much, ignore all propaganda otherwise), he had sensed weakness. And that sock was very tricky. He totally needed to wiggle the chopstick from side to side. To make sure all the sock was being pushed down.

Donnie bite into his wrist.

"As a doctor, I can tell you in full confidence that it's perfectly natural to be ticklish. Healthy, even! I've had a few ticklish patients in my day." He carefully and slowly drew the stick back up. "You might find it better to laugh. There's no judgement here."

Now he was just waiting for Donnie to break and by the bright shade of neon red he was turning, it wouldn't be much longer until he did.

"I didn't even realise you were still ticklish. I can note that on your file so that I know in future to be gentle when handling sensitive areas. I guess it would make sense you're still ticklish. And your feet were always a bad spot, weren't they. Well, it's all okay."

"AAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAA! AHAHAHAHAHAHAA!" Finally Donnie cackled. His head thrown back with the sheer power of the crawling tickle under his cast. The feeling of his sock slipping down somehow making it feel more embarrassing. The tingles left by the stick lingering and building all over the top of each other. A tickle that wouldn't fade. He couldn't even scratch it away since there was a stupid dumb dumb cast in the way.

"It's perfectly natural. Now sit still," Leo teased with the smuggest of grins.

#rottmnt #tickling #tickle fic #tickle prompt #tastybluesprite #lee donnie #ler leo

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miintlxtte · 8 months ago

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jesus christ that’s a lot but okay

I assume this is how you play?

1. whats your favorite thing in your room? this is a good question, probably my stuffed animals

2. how tall do you wish you were? like, 5’5? 5’6?

3. what color is your hair? dirty blonde

4. whats a rare fear that you have? worms. I cannot fucking stand them. it’s the way they move why is itlikethatstopittheyFUCKINGMULTIPLY

5. are you single? no

6. has your heart ever been broken? yes

7. what was your favorite thing as a kid? organizing my toys, and owls.

8. favorite coping mechanism? rocking :3 or denying it

9. whats your favorite love language? okay idk if this is receiving but I show it as gift giving/words of affirmation, and I like receiving quality time and words of affirmation!

10. how often do you get nervous? all the fucking time (diagnosed generalized anxiety core <3)

11. if you had three wishes, would you use them? yes

12. if you could be fluent in any language which one would it be? assuming I can keep my current language (english), sign language if it counts, otherwise French so I can ace it in school or Japanese

13. where do you wish to live? canada or something idk

14. what's something surprising about you? i’m not that interesting

15. when did you last shower? last night

16. when did you first join tumblr? shit idk I believe early this year MAYBE late last year i’m baby to this app

17. do you want any tattoos? if so, where, what, and why? okay Im getting one on my arm, matching with my dad; every night we say “I love you to the moon…” “…and back” so that’s what we are getting, and i’ll probably get a semicolon at some point.

18. whats the most prominent dream youve had? it was this horrifying lucid dream where I told my 2 best friends it was a dream and one turned into a demon the other tried to gaslight me. haunts me.

19. whats your dream job? i want to run my own salon or do something with physiology, but I think i’ll be a school counselor

20. whats your ideal date? ok ok ok picnic, secluded spot of a park, watch the sunset, painting. (all of those at once ofc)

21. what do you wish you could do better? play tennis i’m so bad at itttt

22. what country would you live in if you could? I have no clue

23. whos the best person you know? I know too many cool people for that. let’s go Z, M, J, R, C?

24. have you ever walked into something you shouldnt have? 🙁

25. whats your favorite holiday? christmas..I just love the vibes of it man

26. when have you been most embarrassed? I don’t wanna talk about it 😞

27. whats your favorite halloween costume? last year I did kuromi, kinda cool tbh

28. what are you best at? I think i’m good at acting, I can cry on demand and shit (without touching my eyes at all)

29. do you know how to tie your shoes? YES?????????????? WHO IS ON TUMBLR BUT CANT TIE THERE SHOE (unless disabled, obviously)

30. do you have siblings? ya, older sister

31. if you could know one thing about the future what do you wanna know? if I still know my current friends well

32. whats a dealbreaker for you? if they use any of the following as insults genuinely : gay, autistic, retard

33. whats your favorite current class? i’m a fucking nerd so like math or art

34. how many people have you dated? 3 technically but i’m gonna say 2

35. how often do you wash your hair? daily, it’s otherwise a total mess

36. do you daydream? what about? yes, I actually cannot share what

37. where do you go to be alone? my room, lol

38. which parent do you like more? you can’t do this to me bro

39. whats the one standard you hold yourself to? you can feel whatever, but you can’t take your emotions out on people.

40. whos voice do you enjoy? my girlfriends 🤧

41. if you could announce one thing to the world what would it be? “ur mom” or something really deep.

42. whats one thing you wanna do but havent yet? go zip lining!

43. what do you wish you never did? I wish I never left that sleepover

44. do you believe in life after death? nah, not really

45. do you prefer book over movie? I get too bored with both, lets go book tho.

46. whats your favorite season? summerrrr

47. whats your favorite time of day? midnight, or like, 3 am, or 2 pm

48. do you have a beloved stuffed animal? my pink bear! he’s like 2 or 3 feet tall, I won him at a fair, i’ve had him since I was shorter than him. (I think you can guess what he looks like)

49. whens a time you wish you acted differently? oh there’s so many, lets go with my tennis awards banquet last week.

50. what's something you wish that you never bought? this one pen that broke the NEXT DAY. still angry. {its been 3 years}

51. do you have your own room? yep

52. whats your favorite book? under my reading level ofc, but the someday suitcase makes me so emotional

53. who's someone you hate? this girl, K, who has feet pics of everyone, hits my best friend, and says L to serious shit.

54. whats your best hottake? it doesn’t matter what pronouns 10 year old emily uses, an this is form someone who actually can’t use neopronouns and just uses they or there name, how the actual FUCK does it effect you

55. whats your favorite game? probably any of these : sally face, fran bow, little misfortune, there is no game 2

56. whens a time you felt real genuine fear? when I was trying to shower and my sister banged on the door screaming and crying hitting so hard the room shook is one instance.

57. are you a morning person? absolutely not

58. do you drink enough water? …….

59. how different are you from the little kid you used to be? very

60. do you enjoy tumblr? yes

61. have you ever had a tumblr experience that made you wanna delete the app? nah not yet lol

62. whats your least favorite game? uh, idk

63. were you a markiplier fan? no

64. how do you respond to compliments? *nervouse giggle*

65. whats something that would make you fall in love? free bread

66. do you believe in marriage? eh I probably won’t get married

67. do you have a crush on someone? yesnt

68. do you like tumblr? mhm!

69. were you a voltron stan? who?

70. whats your favorite ship? ugh okay so any of these : huskerdust (hazbin), hananene (tbhk), oneminexotori (komi)

71. whats your favorite song? I don’t have one atm, sorry

72. do you like loud crowds? NO WAY

73. have you ever created conflict on purpose? well duhhh

74. how do you sleep? I don’t

75. do you bite your lips? yes :’)

76. do you use chapstick? ofc

77. do you have any pets? yes, dog named marley!

78. what color are your eyes?hazel

79. what's something you wish you could change about yourself? my stomach

80. have you ever had surgery? no thank god, might end up having to for my scoliosis

81. whats your least favorite animal? I don’t have one

82. whats somethina that voure really bad at? speaking. I stutter. it has actually led me to accidentally curse in front of my teachers and on top of that say a fucking SLUR. words don’t work right :( /srs

84. do you have an sqishmellows? mhm! a lot, hello kitty ones too!

85. do you enjoy fast food? yes

86. do you like soda? affirmative

87. what grade are you in? N/A

88. do you wear any jewelry? yes, mainly bracelets and necklaces!

89. what socials do you use? tumblr pinterest yt discord

90. whats your lowest grade in school right now? a D in band (don’t ask)

91. whats the latest youve stayed up till? 6 am

92. did you ever have bangs? yes

93. what trends did you hate? hot take but clean girl makeup

94. whats your favorite item of clothing? ohhh, my zip up hoodies

95. do you like dinosaurs? YESYESYES

96. whats your opinion on body hair? natural and gorgeous

97. whats your least favorite time? 12:21 pm

98. do you make a wish at 11:11? yes

99. do you have your phone on military or regular? military, suck it up losers

100. have you ever been to church? I used to go, yeah

101. are you Igbta? NOOOOOOOOOOOO (yes)

ask game

1. whats your favorite thing in your room?

2. how tall do you wish you were?

3. what color is your hair?

4. whats a rare fear that you have?

5. are you single?

6. has your heart ever been broken?

7. what was your favorite thing as a kid?

8. favorite coping mechanism?

9. whats your favorite love language?

10. how often do you get nervous?

11. if you had three wishes, would you use them?

12. if you could be fluent in any language which one would it be?

13. where do you wish to live?

14. what’s something surprising about you?

15. when did you last shower?

16. when did you first join tumblr?

17. do you want any tattoos? if so, where, what, and why?

18. whats the most prominent dream youve had?

19. whats your dream job?

20. whats your ideal date?

21. what do you wish you could do better?

22. what country would you live in if you could?

23. whos the best person you know?

24. have you ever walked into something you shouldnt have?

25. whats your favorite holiday?

26. when have you been most embarrassed?

27. whats your favorite halloween costume?

28. what are you best at?

29. do you know how to tie your shoes?

30. do you have siblings?

31. if you could know one thing about the future what do you wanna know?

32. whats a dealbreaker for you?

33. whats your favorite current class?

34. how many people have you dated?

35. how often do you wash your hair?

36. do you daydream? what about?

37. where do you go to be alone?

38. which parent do you like more?

39. whats the one standard you hold yourself to?

40. whos voice do you enjoy?

41. if you could announce one thing to the world what would it be?

42. whats one thing you wanna do but havent yet?

43. what do you wish you never did?

44. do you believe in life after death?

45. do you prefer book over movie?

46. whats your favorite season?

47. whats your favorite time of day

48. do you have a beloved stuffed animal?

49. whens a time you wish you acted differently?

50. what’s something you wish that you never bought?

51. do you have your own room?

52. whats your favorite book?

53. who’s someone you hate?

54. whats your best hottake?

55. whats your favorite game?

56. whens a time you felt real genuine fear?

57. are you a morning person?

58. do you drink enough water?

59. how different are you from the little kid you used to be?

60. do you enjoy tumblr?

61. have you ever had a tumblr experience that made you wanna delete the app?

62. whats your least favorite game?

63. were you a markiplier fan?

64. how do you respond to compliments?

65. whats something that would make you fall in love?

66. do you believe in marriage?

67. do you have a crush on someone?

68. do you like tumblr?

69. were you a voltron stan?

70. whats your favorite ship?

71. whats your favorite song?

72. do you like loud crowds?

73. have you ever created conflict on purpose?

74. how do you sleep?

75. do you bite your lips?

76. do you use chapstick?

77. do you have any pets?

78. what color are your eyes?

79. what’s something you wish you could change about yourself?

80. have you ever had surgery?

81. whats your least favorite animal?

82. whats something that youre really bad at?

83. do you have an sqishmellows?

84. do you enjoy fast food?

85. do you like soda?

86. what grade are you in?

87. do you wear any jewelry?

88. what socials do you use?

89. whats your lowest grade in school right now?

90. whats the latest youve stayed up till?

91. did you ever have bangs?

92. what trends did you hate?

93. whats your favorite item of clothing?

94. do you like dinosaurs?

95. whats your opinion on body hair?

96. whats your least favorite time?

97. do you make a wish at 11:11?

98. do you have your phone on military or regular?

99. have you ever been to church?

100. are you lgbtq?

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hey guys what’s ur favorite thing to research

#i’ll go first i LOVE learning abt illnesses physical and mental ESPECIALLY how they were percieved/treated historically #it’s so interesting.. the physiology too ofc #when i was little i would spend forever just researching the black plague #my research skills weren’t great so i didn’t learn too too much but it was fun #i also used to watch a lot of those clickbaity ‘20 super rare diseases’ videos #bc i found it interesting #prion diseases are nifty too. they can incubate for up to like. 50+ years #crazy how much a misfolded protein can fuck you up tho. one piece snaps and the whole machine falls apart #when i was in elementary school i would watch the crash course ap psychology videos for fun #when we used them in my ap psych class i realized that baby me was learning college-level things abt depression lmao #shoutout to crash course psychology btw. got rid of a LOT of potential biases i could’ve grown up with #and helped me overcome the ones i still ended up having #OH i also love love love those ted-ed type animated videos abt the human body #immune system. healing process. that typa stuff #it’s so neat… did u know macrophages eat tattoo ink but can’t move while it’s in them #and that’s why tattoos will never go away #even if they fade from sun the pigment is kept there by our immune system #bc it sees it as an invader to protect the body from but cannot kill it #so it just kinda sits there bc it isn’t hurting anything #ALSO WE HAVE CELLS THAT WILL TELL SICK CELLS TO DIE SO THEY DON’T REPRODUCE VIRUSES #WOAH!!! that’s crazy #blood clots are formed by crisscrossing proteins in the blood

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The Treatment of Captain Syverson-Chapter 19: Debridement

Characters: Captain Logan “Sy” Syverson, Shane Benton (OFC), various other original supporting/secondary characters

Summary: Shane begins to process life after her trauma, and Sy delivers the news of her safety to the people that matter most to her…but there is pushback on a few aspects of his report.

Romance and Smut Abound HERE!

Word Count: 4.1k

Warnings: Mostly fluff, but with mention of Shane’s trauma in the cellar. Not graphic.

Author’s Note: My darling readers! Thank you so much for your patience as I deal with seasonal stress, fatigue, anxiety, and some depression. It was my goal to have all chapters of this story done by the end of this year. I don’t think I’ll accomplish it, but I’ll do my very best to get at least one more chapter up by the 31st. 2020 has been a totally shit year, but I will forever owe it some remarkable things. This story, which has been an amazing escape from real life, the friends I’ve made from all over my country and the world, many of them because of this story, and a long overdue shift in my work hours starting next week. I’ll be glad to see the back of it, but the year has really opened me up to new ideas and some major soul-searching. I think, mentally, I’m actually more myself than I’ve ever been, despite some blue times. You can all take some credit for that improvement, because many of my moments of clarity have arisen from brilliant and profound posts here.

The title of this chapter seemed appropriate for a few reasons. Wounds are cleaned and cleared of damaged tissue during debridement. This is one of the steps usually required for a large and/or traumatic wound to heal. We see Shane beginning this process here in this chapter, and in a sense, Sy, as well. The cleansing of Shane in both the literal and figurative sense was so interesting and satisfying to write. And Sy’s bit at the end was a fun puzzle in which I had to figure out how to have Sy give the same news to four different recipients without sounding repetitive. I hope that landed, and if anyone has any suggestions, please let me know.

Disclaimer: Unfortunately for me, Henry is not mine, le sigh, and all mention of him, his characters, any characters from his films, or his precious doggy, Kal, are strictly for transformative and recreational use. I neither ask for, nor accept payment for the work I post on Tumblr or AO3. Unbeta’d because this is for fun and escapism. This is an original work by me, Hannah. Please reblog if you wish to share. Please do not repost either in whole or part, as the work of anyone but myself. Thanks so much for reading!

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Shane still felt as if her head was floating above her body, like a balloon on a long string. The combination of meds in her system had helped many of her symptoms. The pain she felt, the physical pain, had been alleviated. Her troubled mind had been put at ease, more or less. But that was a long time ago. And unfortunately, the side effects weren't wearing off at the rapid rate of the intended ones.

As she sat in the SUV--the escape vehicle-- parked outside a large building the size of a small airplane hangar, she tried not to think about what Sy and his pals were discussing just outside the vehicle. She tried not to reflect on the past few days that she had convinced herself would be her last. She tried not to think about what -- or, really, who -- was inside that building.

She thought about seeing Elliott again. The man who had planned to kill her, and almost succeeded. A part of her wished he had, because she wasn't sure she knew who she was anymore. She was a stranger to herself. And living like this seemed so much more difficult than a quick painless death. She couldn't bear the thought of being in view of him.

But another part of her wanted to go in there and end his life herself. That part of her could pull the trigger on a gun aimed at his head. That part of her could bury a knife in his kidney, or sever an artery. Her anatomy and physiology courses could serve her well here. She had dangerous knowledge. Maybe that's why doctors often seem so full of themselves. They possess the knowledge to end life, and yet they choose to save it. It sort of puts things into perspective. Maybe they're justified in their hubris.

Still one more part simply wanted to go home, clean up, and lay naked in her soft sheets with Sy wrapped around her. Warmer and more comforting than any blanket had ever been. She had remembered missing him so much. She thought now about his gentle, loving hands on her, his mouth tasting her so delicately, his…

But then her mind was ripped from the sensual thoughts of Sy and back to her horrific memories from that cellar. The hands of strangers, rough and hateful, their mouths full of words like bile or the grunts of their own violent fulfillment.

Her nightmare of a daydream was abruptly interrupted by the opening of the back passenger door. She jumped, and looked at the source of the noise with wide-eyed terror. It was only Sy, but she couldn't school her face into a softer expression, even after realizing she was safe.

"Oh, Sunshine, I'm so sorry I startled ya! You okay?"

She said nothing, just let out her held breath woefully.

"Let's head home. I'll get your purse and bag of clothes here."

"I don't want those clothes. Throw them away. And these shoes are going in the trash as soon as possible, too."

"Okay. I'll toss it. You sure?"

"I never want to see that bag again. I'm positive."

He nodded, grabbed her purse, and went around to help her out of the vehicle.

One of Sy's friends approached them from the building.

"You guys okay? You'll make it home alright?"

"Yeah, Matt, we'll be okay. I'll be in touch soon about next steps."

"You got it, Captain. Anything you need, let us know."

"Will do. Thanks for everything you've already done. I owe ya."

"You don't owe me a thing, brother. You don't owe any of us. Not after everything you've done for all of us…for everyone."

Sy just nodded at Matt, and turned toward his truck, steadying Shane all the way to the passenger door.

The drive to Shane's house was quiet. Sy kept one hand on the wheel, holding hers in the other. She felt safe, but she couldn't shake the uneasy feeling inside her. Like the other shoe would soon drop, and her love would be taken away again.

When they were safely parked in her driveway, Sy took her keys out of his pocket, apparently having gotten them from his friend who'd drove her car from Elliott's to the airplane hangar place. He walked around to get her, and helped her to her door. She kicked off her shoes immediately when she stepped inside her shadowy living room. She had left the same lamp on that she always did, but it was dimmer now, having been on almost a whole week.

"Bath?" Sy asked. Shane nodded slowly. She would need a long soak to erase this feeling.

Sy got the bath water ready while she found some clothes to put on after. She laid her comfiest lounge pants and her favorite sweat shirt on the bed and walked toward the bathroom. She was soon hit with the comforting aroma of lavender, chamomile, and vanilla as soon as she stepped through the doorway. He had used her favorite bubble bath and salts.

"Check that water temp. I think it's about right." he requested. It was perfect. She started to peel off the stiff paper scrubs she was still wearing, but he insisted on helping her. As she stood before him, even though he'd seen every inch of her body before, she felt more naked and exposed than ever. She looked at him, noticed tears welling in his eyes, and dropped her gaze to the bath mat under her feet. Her skin, typically immaculately clear, olive perfection, was now peppered with dozens of bruises. She felt like a dalmatian, covered in spots. She chuckled inside herself at the thought of one of her favorite Disney films featuring the breed most heavily.

Sy's strong, but gentle hands landed softly on her upper arms. His lips lit tenderly on her forehead. "Ready?" he asked. She nodded and stepped into the large, garden tub full of steaming water. It stung her feet, ankles, and calves, but she still bent to sit, wincing as her tender petals and behind met the medicinal broth. Sy held her hand as she stepped in and guided her down. She closed her eyes at the soothing pain of the hot water and did not open them until she felt the water level rise. Sy had stepped in with her, wearing just his boxer-briefs, and was sitting on the side of the tub. He reached for the hand shower, and turned the water back on, slightly less warm, but still soothing and soaked her hair, directing the water away from her face. He had thought to grab her shampoo from the shower, as well, and was lathering some up in his hands to apply to her wet strands. It felt like heaven to have his fingers in her hair like this. Relaxing and soporific. He kept at it until she was certain he must be getting pruney, not to mention tired.

After carefully rinsing her hair of the coconut-scented lather, he grabbed the lavender foam bath she loved, and worked it up in one of the wash cloths he'd brought from the linen caddy between the sink and shower. He massaged the suds into her tired and injured skin over her back, then requested each leg in turn, kneading her calves and feet as she took another of the cloths and washed her face with the rich cleanser she kept by the bath, typically using it only on her "spa days" but feeling that it would nourish her battered cheeks and nose better than anything else. Sy's ministrations filled her with a kind of blissful contentment. She couldn't help but wonder if she deserved him. She always had thought she deserved the best things in life, even though her romantic past didn't tend to pan out that way. She'd worked very hard and often allowed herself to invest in quality. But now…she felt broken, in spite of herself. She'd have to tell Sy all that happened to her one day, and when that day came, he'd probably realize how damaged she really was, and he'd leave. Just like everyone else always did. She knew the conversation needed to come sooner rather than later, but couldn't bring herself to break the spell yet.

Sy let her soak for as long as she was comfortable until the water grew tepid. She looked up to him, sitting on the side of the tub, legs now outside, his gaze like twin seas met hers. He had been watching her, it seemed. As if worried that she would dematerialize if he looked away. Her bath robe was draped across his lap, as was a large bath towel. She moved to stand from the now chilled bath water, and Sy was immediately up to aid her rising. He held her hand as she stepped out of the tub and dried her top half before helping her don the robe, then continued to dry her bottom half.

"Go on in there and get comfortable, Sunshine. I have a few phone calls to make. I wanna let your folks know you're okay and I wanna tell Detective Clarkson you've been found. Anyone else you want me to get in touch with?"

"Umm, do you know if my brother and sister know what's happened to me?"

"They do. They should both be at your parent's house by now from what I gathered when I visited."

"Okay, so mom or dad will let them know. I guess you should call Susan, and let her know that I'm alive but won't be in this week. On my fridge, there's a phone directory for everyone in my department. But first, call Heather. I don't want her to worry any longer. Call her right after mom and dad. And tell them all I'll have them over tomorrow, but I can't tonight. I'm…"

She didn't even know what she was. Tired, sore, depressed, hopeless, and angry. A combination of so many feelings and emotions coursed through her.

"I'll work it out. You get in bed, and I'll be back in when I'm done with these calls, okay?" she nodded. He continued, "I love you, darlin.'" and wrapped his arms around her, making her feel almost whole again.

"I love you." she replied. Holding back tears until he had left the room.

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Shane realized she hadn't brushed her teeth in…far too long. She donned her sleeping clothes and went into the bathroom again to complete a comprehensive oral hygiene routine. Sy had been gone for about a half hour, during which time, his absence felt like a noose around her neck. Or an anvil on her chest. It made it feel like hours had passed rather than mere minutes. She was fidgety. When he finally re-entered, she breathed a sigh of relief.

"Do you need anything, sweet pea?"

"Just you."

Sy crawled under the covers with Shane to spoon her, arm laying over her rib cage. She winced, as the bruises on her torso were disturbed at the contact, but she didn't ask him to adjust. Despite the dull pain, this was what she needed. Sy's protecting arm around her.

"Did you get a hold of everyone?" She asked, sleepily.

"I did. Your family are eager to see you, but they understand your need for rest. Heather says that you better let her come over soon, because she's holding your phone hostage until you pay her in hugs. They all send their love."

"And Susan?"

"Yeah, that woman is a piece of work, I know, but I think she's going to come through for you. She's going to have them hold off on scheduling patients with you until you're better, and put both weeks in as vacation. She said you have plenty of it. But also, if you need more time, she can work out some…family medical leave…thing? She said she'd get the ball rolling on that, and will let you know what you need to do on your end."

"Oh, good. Yeah, she can be an asshole, but sometimes she does right by her employees. What about the detective?"

Sy paused there. "I, uh, I talked to him for quite a while and he said a lot of things. Let's go over the finer points tomorrow at breakfast. Or, rather, today." He said, looking at the blue numbers on the glowing digital clock on Shane's nightstand that indicated the wee hours of the morning were running out. "I'm sure we're both tired enough to grab a few winks, ain't we?" He asked, and she hummed her ascent as she tucked herself closer to his warm, monolithic chest.

As Shane drifted off, she thought she felt a warm kiss, and a whisper at her temple. It sounded like a tearful prayer. She was too far into her sleep to comprehend the words being said.

"Thank you God," Sy whispered. "I know I'm not your most faithful servant, but I am truly grateful that you've kept this treasure of mine alive and brought her back to me. Thank you for reuniting me with the woman I mean to spend the rest of my days with, if she'll agree to it. Thank you."

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About Thirty Minutes Ago-

Sy left the bedroom and began scrolling through his phone for the Benton's number. He pressed the call button with joy.

"Sy?" John answered frantically, just as he did the first time Sy spoke to him.

"John, is everyone there?"

"Yeah, we're all just watching a movie in the family room. Do you have news?"

"I do. You may want to put me on speaker, because everybody's going to want to hear this."

"Okay." and after a brief struggle with the speaker button and help from two younger people Sy presumed were Ethan and Gabby, John was back with the whole family. "Okay, Sy, we can all hear you. What's the word?"

"Oh, it's a very good word, guys. I found Shane and she is alive, and now safe." Cheering from what sounded like a stadium full of fanatics resounded from the ear piece of his cell phone.

"Sy, this is Gabby, Shane's sister. Can we come see her now?" Gabby's tears were evident in her voice. He wished he could tell them yes. But Shane needed her rest.

"I know she would love to see you, Gabby, she'd love to see all of you, but I think what she needs right now is rest. She's been through…a terrible ordeal. I took her to the Emergency Room to get checked out, and she just had a bath and is about to go to bed. She'll want to see you all tomorrow, though. Maybe around lunch time?"

"That sounds good, Sy. We'll bring some of this food over." John said.

"Are you sure we can't come over tonight? I…I want to see my daughter with my own eyes." Margaret said, weepily.

"I truly wish I could tell you yes, Peg, but she's hardly slept the last week, and just had her first full meal since she was taken this evening at the hospital. I really think it's best for everyone if you guys wait until tomorrow when she's more herself and rested." Sy reiterated.

"What about the people who did this to her?" a male voice he didn't recognize asked, assured to be Ethan. "Any leads on them?" He wanted to tell them that most of the men had been dealt with using lethal or nearly lethal force, and that the perpetrator of Shane's misery was locked up in Matt's shop bathroom until they decided just how to take care of him. But he needed to disclose what he knew to as few people as possible.

"The less y'all know, the better. For your own good. At least right now. Just know that whatever justice has not yet been served, it will be very soon."

"That's good enough for me." John offered, in an apparent attempt to bring Ethan on side.

"Thanks, John. I'll take care of her tonight. I won't leave her side. I promise."

"Thank you, son." John replied. Sy appreciated the tender address, but wondered how Ethan felt about his father referring to someone else as his son. Probably not that great. He couldn't worry about that now.

"It's my sincerest pleasure. I want you to know that. She's my world now. I won't let anything else happen to her."

"We know, dear." Peg added.

"Good night. And we'll see y'all tomorrow."

Four incoherent replies rang out before he ended the call. Next was Heather.

"Hello?" she answered in sleepy confusion.

"Heather?"

"Who'sis?"

"It's Logan Syverson. Sy? From PT. Shane's boyfriend."

"Sy! Oh, it's good to hear from you! Any news?"

"The best news, darlin.' Our girl is alive, and home safe." he smiled ear to ear saying the words, but it quickly turned into a wince when Heather shouted for joy in his ear. It was fine. Not like he didn't already have mild tinnitus.

"Oh my GOD! I'm coming over right now!"

"No, Heather, she's resting. She told me she'll see people tomorrow, but I don't think anyone but you and her family should be allowed in right now. She's…well, she's been through seven levels of Hell, and when I look into her eyes, I can still see the fire."

"Shit. Anything I can do?"

"She'll be thrilled to see ya. But tomorrow."

"She better. I have her phone and the ransom is a thousand hugs."

"That's a steep debt." Sy chuckled.

"She can owe me for a while." Heather laughed. "Is she okay?"

What a loaded question. Physically, she was injured, but would heal. Emotionally, that would be more of a journey.

"Honestly, Heather? Not really. The physical stuff is more or less superficial, but…I'm worried about her mental state."

"Poor thing. Please let me know if I can do anything. Anything at all. She's like a sister to me."

"I will. For now, keep the news and the details quiet. I'm gonna call Susan next, and I don't think she'll like it if you know before she does. Just a hunch."

"An accurate one. She'd be furious. I'll keep mum. Thanks so much for putting my mind at ease, Sy. Take care of her."

"I'll do my best. See ya."

He was dreading talking to Susan the most. More than Clarkson. He couldn't quite pinpoint why, but she'd really pissed him off every other time he'd talked to her, and he really didn't think too much of her.

"Hello, this is Susan."

"Hey, Susan, it's Logan Syverson. Shane's boyfriend." He made sure to put the label in there. Remind her that her policy had not been enough to keep them apart.

"Mr. Syverson. Hello. What can I do for you?" her haughty tone was softened a measure with concern for her employee. Even though she didn't ask about her in so many words, he knew that she was wondering.

"Nothing. I just wanted to let ya know, Shane's okay. She's been hurt, and won't be in this coming week, at least. She's in some pain right now, of both a physical and emotional nature."

"What happened?"

"She, uh, hasn't given me a lot of details." Not a lie. "She just escaped from her captor and we found each other." Misleading, but mostly true. "We just got home from the ER." Perhaps a lie by omission of the stop off at Matt's. "They said she'd be okay, but to follow up with her primary for more tests."

"Okay, I'll make sure her schedule is cleared. She has plenty of PTO for these two weeks, but I'll call the FMLA office in charge of family medical leave and short term disability and let them know she'll need some more time off, and see if we can get that going. I'll get with her about the details, and what she'll need to do. I'll text her sometime this week. How's she doing?" Sy thought he heard genuine concern from this dragon woman.

"About as well as someone who's been kidnapped, tortured, and assaulted for a straight week can possibly be, I'd say." Sy's words were civil, but tinged with venom. Even though she was being decent right now, he knew the kind of person she could be.

"Dear God." Susan gasped, shocked at the statement, and Sy wasn't sure whether it was due to the events themselves, or the blunt way he'd told her about them. "Well, I'll do anything I can to help her though this on my end. She's one of my best. I can't…I really don't think I could replace her."

"I'm glad you don't have to try, Susan. Have a nice evenin.'"

"Thanks, Sy, you too."

Sy took a deep breath as he pulled up Clarkson's number and called him. He honestly wasn't completely certain how he was going to explain things, but he'd figure it out. He was good at flyin' by the seat of his pants.

A gruff voice came from the ear piece. "Clarkson."

"Detective, this is Captain Syverson. We spoke about the Benton case a few days ago?"

"I remember you, Sy. What's up?"

"Oh, uh, well, wanted to tell ya you could close the case. I found her." It was the coming conversation in which he would really have to bend the truth or lie altogether.

"Really?! Oh, that's great, man. Where'd ya find 'er."

"I's drivin' 'round, hopin' to come across some lead or sign of her. I was a few miles down highway 100 when I saw a slumped form in one of the ditches. I pulled off at the next drive and went back to check, and it was her. She was hurt, but once she recognized me…I dunno, everything's kind of a blur after that. But I got her checked out at the ER, and brought her home now." Most of that statement was false…but not the recount of them seeing each other for the first time. That was a very real and true fact.

"Highway 100?"

"That's right. Why do you ask?"

"Well, I heard about a terrible, two-vehicle accident on Highway D tonight. No survivors."

"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that." He wasn't. "I hope there weren't any kids involved." He knew there weren't.

"Nope. All adult males, aged 30-40. Couple of SUVs. One ran off the road, and another…well, it's almost like it was blown up on purpose. Happened just a few miles from town."

"That sounds horrible, but what does an accident on Highway E--"

"It was D. Highway D." Sy knew it was, and had said the wrong thing on purpose.

"My mistake. My question though, is what does that…tragedy have to do with my finding Shane on Highway 100?"

"That's what I'm wondering, myself, Syverson. See, there was some…evidence that suggests military involvement in this incident."

"Well, I'm retired."

"Are you though? Is anyone ever really retired from the armed forces. No veteran I've ever talked to can seem to shake off the war shackles."

"Well, I ain't shackeled, detective. I'm proud of my time serving my country, but I got no cause to relive it or hang on to it. Especially now that I have Shane. She's my life now. That part of it’s over."

"I guess I have to take you at your word, captain. Got no evidence so far that ties you to the scene. Just…be careful. If you do anything retaliatory to Miss Benton's captor or captors, I won't be able to protect you, no matter how I feel about your actions. Or how justified they might be."

"Understood. I will keep that in mind should I decide to take matters into my own hands." he tried not to let the smile on his face show in his voice.

"Right, well…is she okay?"

"I, uh…I think she will be…eventually. She hasn't said much to me about what happened, but I know it was torture, or akin to it. "

"Well, I hope she recovers quickly. I'll want a statement from her before I close the case."

"Sure thing. As soon as she's ready to talk."

"Great. Thanks for the call, Sy. I'm glad she's safe now. That's all that matters, really."

"Agree. Have a good night, Clarkson."

He ended the call and rubbed his face as head in frustration with his free hand. They'd have to come up with a story. A good one. Close enough to the truth that Shane could feel comfortable telling it, but far enough of a departure that they weren't incriminated in any kidnapping, murder, or manslaughter charges.

But for tonight, they’d rest. And just be glad to be together again.

Up Next: Chapter 20-Second Assist

#Sand Castle #netflix sand castle #captain syverson #Captain Syverson x OFC #sigh for sy #henry cavill #henry cavill fanfic #henry cavill x ofc

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eremiie · 3 years ago

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i’ve been sa’d before and it was done by over 10 of my male “best friends”. haven’t made male friends since then, not consciously ofc, i freak out and back away when i get too close cus i have trauma. but dubcon does nothing to me. i read the warnings, i’m reading it with my own free will and that’s all that matters. ofc, if reader is screaming for help and not enjoying it, i wouldn’t either. but if they’re fine with it then so am i. not everyone should read dark content, imo, but judging ppl who enjoy it also isn’t good. i’ve also read a few noncon fics (reader is asleep lmao) and i also don’t find them uncomfortable. if it’s not for you, don’t read it. simple as that.

and regarding the “ppl enjoy it irl” if it’s irl it’s rape. that’s it. dub con doesn’t exist irl since it’s not fiction. and if they enjoy it, it’s not sa. you can’t enjoy sa, if you do (physiologically ofc not physically. you can’t control how your body reacts), you wanted it. it wasn’t forced on you. huge difference.

i agree with your opinion, just not the anon lol

yes i get and agree with what you’re saying!

it just all varies from person to person, coping mechanisms or not, they just need to separate that kink (like all kinks/fetishes) from reality, especially with certain dark kinks because like you said, noncon irl is literally SA and that’s wrong, period.

i don’t like the idea of kink shaming because you don’t know someone’s thought process, why they enjoy the kink, or if there’s even a reason behind any of it.

we shouldn’t let others peoples interest bother us as long as it’s not harming anybody! be mindful of others as well.

if it’s for you it’s for you, if it’s not it’s not, and that’s ok.

also just to say, sex while one or another party is sleeping when given consent is somnophilia! if they’re not aware then yes that’s noncon / somno

#tw: noncon #tw: rape #tw: somnophilia

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silk velvet heart :D

silk: what intellectual subject is of most interest to you?

i’ve always been into anatomy/physiology and bio! but i’m also pretty into comp sci rn and cyber security so i was thinking of changing my major to it~

velvet: what does your dream home look like?

uhhh okay so i have two diff ideas for two diff eras of my life. the first is an apartment in a city, one or two bedrooms, a nice kitchen w a nice island bc i cook a lot, a tiled bathroom, a large living room and bookshelves lining parts of the walls. a tv in the common area, guitar and (hopefully and eventually) a cello and piano or keyboard somewhere, the guitar on display <3 bedroom w a desk, a queen bed, a desktop pc and speakers around the room. i like this idea for being in school still, esp bc i wna be a doctor so it just feels grown up to me. that’s my idea, 20’s right there

the other home is an actual house hopefully near a city and a coast, two to three stories, five bedrooms bc my family has a lot of fais do dos and i like having places for friends and family to stay. a room for the music ofc, guitar, a baby grand, cello, etc and i have a dancer cousin so they can use the room too hopefully to dance <3 a library study that spans all three floors but can have smaller floor space bc i would live in a library if i could, a den for ga(y)ming under the stairs, a big kitchen first floor with a big island and multiple dishwashers, a rec/media room in the loft, another sitting area/living room and a modest yard but a large wraparound patio. i’ve thought ab this too much akdjakd

heart: who inspires you?

i can never answer this question well bc growing up i didn’t have like a bunch of ppl i looked up to? like teachers were okay, i’ve never been like super into celebrities like that, etc but role models weren’t a big thing in my life. i just knew what i wanted bc i heard ab it from family and i was like hmm yes this sounds good- i have relatives who did well in some areas and terribly in others, but i’d probably say i have at least two aunts i look up to maybe? they’re put together but still have fun. if you’re talking ab who inspires me to do things like writing, etc, my best friend is full of ideas and so fucking talented and he’s also just. he’s an incredible human being and i’m so incredibly grateful for him in my life. he can write the saddest shit and be hella angsty and edgy (lmao vampire) but he’s also super sweet and he’s one of the few people in my life who truly care about me. he’s stupidly talented and somehow writes so much that i can definitively say he’s a creative inspiration.

#ask game #lyz.txt #and holy shit this was longer than expected LOL #ez my beloved #BYE IT CORRECTED TO LOQUAT EARLIER?#IM SORRY EZ ILYS #ILYSM MAHAL KITA IM SORRY I DIDNT READ THE ASKER-

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soundsaboutrighttumblr · 4 years ago

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itsay ep 4 musings and meta pt2

On bras and chests

I have to admit I was a bit thrown at first when the scene wit Oh trying on the bra came on. Because it just felt a bit late to introduce the topic of transness that late in the show, when before I never noticed Oh being portayed as struggling with gender identity. Please note, I am not qualified to speak about trans experiences, nor am I trying to say what this is and is not, I am taking about my viewing experience. This show surely is about identity, sexual identity, roles and expectations, and of course gender identity cuts into all of that, but I for my interpretation - which is just that, MY interpretation that says nothing about the intentions of the writers or what other people might get from it- think that is not what this scene is about for Oh, because of what I have seen so far from him.

I see this scene in the context of those other scenes where Teh touches his chest. And the connections Oh’s mind might have made on some levels because of their context and impact.

At the end of episode 3, when things got so heated, Teh was thoroughly rubbing Oh’s chest, and that was when he stopped. I as a viewer had the thought, so maybe some part of Oh made that connection, too: It was what Teh was NOT feeling, i.e. boobs, that made him think of Tarn. And, importantly, his responsibilities to their relationship.

So I do think it played into making Teh stop, but not for the reason Oh might interpret it as, out of very human insecurities. For Teh it was simply a reminder of Tarn on some unconsious level, and I do think other things happened there that came together that made him stop.

For Oh it’s a metaphor as much as a reminder of what he is not, what he can’t offer, what Oh might percieve Teh seeing as a lack of something.

The important difference is, that I do not think Teh sees Oh’s chest as lacking in any sense. While Oh might be tricked - by rejection and trying to process it - into thinking it was something he does not have, that he is not, that made Teh stop, that makes him choose Tarn over him. Boobs together with everything that society approves of so much more easily in its heteronormative view on relationships.

Then the underwater kiss. Where Teh very desperately feels Oh’s chest again. You see a moment where Oh reacts, maybe partly because of insecurities that this was what made Teh stop the first time. But he also SEEs how into it Teh is - boy is freaking happy is what Teh is lookathim. And then, poor Oh, Teh rejects him again, afterwards. Deal with that, brain.

So I think the red bra scene is a direct consequence out of this.

It’s a taunt, a desperate provocation by Oh to post this for Teh to see. Because boy that look was a statement.

See, I can do this. Would you want me if I was this? Also a desperate sublayer of: You like MY chest, I know it, I’ve felt it.

A good portion of defiance. Along with insecurities, and the endless journey of defining your identity and the pain of it.

His break down after is because of his becoming aware that it is not something he can choose to be, and that if that truly is what Teh wants, to be with a women, then Oh cannot be that for him, while being himself.

There’s nothing he can do. And that is more hurtful in it’s finality than if there was an answer to the question: What did I do wrong? If it was something he did, that made Teh turn away, not something he is or isn’t and cannot be.

Oh. Oh, boy.

Now.

Teh’s perspective and theme of... boobs is just as interesting and multi-layered.

Note, I do headcanon Teh as bisexual or pansexual, until something else might be mentioned.

The drawing scene where he chose the red flower, almost literally in the face of... Tarn’s boobs. sorry, lol. So telling, so good. It’s not about boobs or no boobs for Teh I believe, but his love directs his desires. If he would understand that. He might sometime.

It’s not the violet hibiskus he wants now, doesn’t even look at, as he did earlier. I believe he did want violet hibiskus at a time, though.

It’s the red flower he connects with Oh, and ofc the bra in Oh’s photo is red too then, and we saw the reaction this caused.

Lost to kisses and passion Teh’s hands pay attention to the chest with a mighty need, and I think he is turned on by it, the way he goes for it, and it is because it is Oh’s chest, not despite it, it is because the person he loves and desires is under his hands, and not because of a the theoretical trait of a physiology.

Listen to what your hands and passion tell you about yourself Teh. The rest will follow.

#these really are just musings to sort through my thoughs and emotions #itsay #meta #i told sunset about you #episode 4

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garyrennell · 5 years ago

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LOVE ISLAND THE GAME S3 — MC TAG💛🏝

hello, beautiful people💕 since S3 just started, i came up with the idea to make an MC tag so everyone can show off their gorgeous S3 MCs🙈obvs inspired by the MC tag @mrsgaryrennell made for S2. this is the template if anyone wants to participate💙 enjoy✨✨

FULL NAME: Halley Hawthorne.

HOMETOWN: Swanage, England.

AGE: 21.

STAR SIGN: libra⚖️

OCCUPATION: scientist (specializes in biology, mainly physiology related). she has a second job as a photographer, and hopes to make a living out of it in the future.

SEXUALITY: bisexual queen🌛🌜

NATIONALITY/ETHNICITY: british.

LANGUAGES: english and finnish. she learned finnish because she studied abroad for many years.

IMPORTANT PERSONALITY TRAITS: she always says the first thing that comes to mind, which can sometimes get her in trouble haha. she’s very mature, loyal and caring for other people, specially her loved ones. she also hates drama and never stirs the pot. what characterizes her the most is her never ending sex jokes and references lol (basically like Maura from Love Island UK lmaoo), which means choosing all the crackhead options✌🏻

STYLE: chic and sober clothing, but with lots of accessories. she mainly wears black, grey and white colors, but she’s not goth lol she just thinks she looks great in those colors haha. she also loves silver jewelry and very high heels. lives for ripped jeans for sure. her makeup is mainly nude, and she likes having her hair loose.

ABOUT MC’S FAMILY (PARENTS/SIBLINGS/CHILDHOOD/ETC): her family are her father named Scott, her step-mother named Maggie and her older brother named Isaac (yes, after Isaac Newton). most importantly, her brother is her best best friend. her parents are space geeks (my previous MC would be proud omg) so they named her ‘Halley’ after the scientist and comet☄️

HIDDEN TALENTS: she knows how to play the bass very well, and also wins every connect-four game she plays lmaooo.

CELEBRITY CRUSHES: John Boyega, Chris Evans, Tyler Hoechlin, Gary Rennell ofc, Crystal Reed, Avan Jogia, Kaya Scodelario, Emeraude Toubia and Danai Gurira.

FAVORITE DRINK (ALCOHOLIC AND NON-ALCOHOLIC): alcoholic: loves champagne and fruity cocktails, and gets drunk very easily lmao. non-alcoholic: likes smoothies a lot and would drink them all day, also milkshakes and juice🧃

FAVORITE TV SHOW/MOVIE: favorite shows: definitely Sex Education and (don’t judge her) she still likes The Walking Dead😂 favorite movies: Wonder Woman and the classic León: The Professional📽

FAVORITE DISH: sushi sushi sushi🍱 she’s also an ice cream addict🍦

FAVORITE VACATION SPOT: Firenze, Italy🇮🇹 (not biased ofc🌚)

IDEAL DATE: likes casual dates but in pretty places, like a fancy movie theatre or a good restaurant. take her to an amusement park, and she’ll be buzzing🎢 adrenaline is key.

WHO’S HER INSPIRATION: Simone de Beauvoir, Gloria Steinem and Annie Leibovitz💅🏻

BEST FRIEND: Seb🤘🏻

LOVE INTEREST (FOR NOW): Camilo, but she also has her eye on AJ🏳️‍🌈 she’s still waiting for her rugged man tho.

PICTURE OF YOUR MC AND FACECLAIM: she has grey eyes and wavy strawberry blonde hair. her faceclaim is Abigail Cowen✨

i’ll leave here my MC tag for S2 in case you guys haven’t met Minni yet (i love space girl so much omg and i still have so much to write about her💕🪐) and i’ll be tagging just this people so they can spread the tag too🙈: @mrsgaryrennell, @ariendiel, @batgirlassociationofgothamcity, @therealityofthematteris, @honey-girlie, @bubblelaureno, @garyandhisnan, @spiltrice, @kingkassam, @nuggobby, @iamgaryrennells, @bobbysmckenzie and @bobsqueen-ofboops💫�� ofc if not tagged by anyone you can do it anyway if you want to, just say I tagged you😉💙

#aaaaa i’m ready to stan you guys’ mc’s already lol #i would’ve tagged even more people but i have to leave my pals people to tag too hahaha #i hope everyone gets to participate yasssss #i’ve had this on my drafts for weeks omg #but i obvs was waiting for everyone to be able to play #love island the game #litg #love island game #litg season 3 #season 3 #halley hawthorne #tag #mc tag

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deadwcight · 5 years ago

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[ let it go by idina menzel, chronic backstabbing disorder, cinnamon and mulled wine ] your world has gone black, time has shifted and halted still. wake up, LOKI ODINSON, you’re in a new world now. you used to be known as THE GOD OF MISCHIEF back on earth, and were 1500+ at the time of your disappearance. now you must adapt at life within the soul stone or accept your fate. survive or disappear. it’s on you now. [ sivan alyra rose, she/they ]

stats.

name: loki odinson / odinsdottir, formerly laufeyson / laufeysdottir.

alias(es)/nickname(s): god(dess) of mischief, god(dess) of lies, god(dess) of stories, agent of asgard, ikol, prince(ss) of asgard, reindeer games (via tony stark), lackey (via valkyrie), liesmith, child of odin, child of laufey, loki of asgard.

age: 1500+.

birthday + zodiac: loki doesn’t really have a birthday by earth standards, but they would likely be a scorpio.

pronouns: she/they.

fc: sivan alyra rose.

powers, if any: frost giant physiology (superhuman strength; durability; speed; agility; stamina; regenerative healing factor; longevity; cold immunity); master sorcerer (illusion manipulation; shapeshifting; mental manipulation; presence concealment; conjuration; telekinesis).

skills, if any: master tactician; genius level intellect; expert combatant; spear mastery; knife mastery; pilot; expert marksman.

languages spoken: loki has allspeak.

mbti: infj.

questionnaire.

following the events of avengers:endgame how does your character feel about everything that has happened?

loki’s fuckin’ tired, dude. they want a nap. going from jumping from 2012 with the tesseract to various other points throughout the timeline until they merged with their future self to being imprisoned once again to escaping and ending up in the soul stone... well, it’s a lot, needless to say. but at least they don’t have to wear that ugly grey and orange jumpsuit anymore.

what has your character brought with you into the soul stone?

basically just the clothes on their back and their daggers. they originally appeared in a prison jumpsuit but used their magic to shift into something more comfortable and less... noticeable.

give us a bit about your character, tell us how you see them.

born to king laufey and his wife farbauti, loki was abandoned as a baby because they were considered to be small and weak for a frost giant

however, they were found by odin and thus adopted by king odin and queen frigga of asgard, raised alongside their adoptive brother thor, believing that they were as much their child as thor was

overall, their childhood was good compared to what it would have been had they either been kept by their birth parents or died on jotunheim, even if they would later tell people otherwise (ex. telling thor they lived in his shadow – feelings of their own insecurity brought out by thanos’ manipulation)

they were taught to wield magic by their mother, frigga, as they lacked interest in fighting, partially due to their smaller stature

loki often played pranks on thor using the magic they were being taught, such as finding different ways to stab him or turn him into different animals, both as a child and into their adulthood

i won’t go into too much more detail about the events of the avengers & the thor movies bc i’m sure most people have seen em and knows all that goes on so ….. yes (plus i’m lazy)

which brings us to infinity war, where thanos kills loki after loki attempted to trick and stab him. loki failed, thanos stopped him, and broke their neck

ofc there’s also endgame loki and the whole thing w/ escaping with the tesseract so lemme... explain where i’m going from w/ that! so, basically, at some point down the line while... time jumping or w/e, loki’s two selves (2012 loki and infinity war loki) merged into one person! my main reason for doing this is that the ragnarok character development is very important to how i write loki!!

as hinted at in the loki previews, they were in time prison or something and what i’m thinking for this is basically that though they managed to escape from time prison, they’ve now found themselves in an entirely new prison lmfao

loki is genderfluid and pansexual! they use she/her or they/them pronouns. they/them is a good base if you’re ever not sure!! but of course she/her is fine too!

i usually hc that there’s a permanent scar around loki’s neck due to their death via thanos, and because of that, they wear a scarf almost all the time to cover it up

loki is very confused about how they got here but yknow what... this is better than time prison so it’s okay

pls love them !!

#꒰ 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙪𝙣 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙚 𝙤𝙣 𝙪𝙨 𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙞𝙣 . ˗ˏ 🐍 : loki odinson ˎ˗#souls:charintro #2 lazy 4 graphic

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Loki meeting Nine and Ten

Headcanons created due to @j-u-s-t-4 tickled my imagination. Obviously they aren’t meant as consecutive (first meeting Nine and then later Ten or vice versa), but as first time encounters with Dr. Who.

Loki meets Nine:

- Loki happens to be in the Sleep Chamber when he hears a sound from in there. Upon entering the place, he sees a blue box with Midgardian writing on it and a man roughly the same height as himself. The man’s busy studying the architecture.

- Nine would see Loki for more or less what he is: an advanced species with fascinating technology. Probably finding a sciency way to explain what we’d consider magic. Afterall physiology and genetic quirks have obviously created a wide variety of races all over the galaxies already.

- In the typically forward manner of Nine, there’d be no dillydallying and overly pompous greetings. Diplomacy is much too often a shield that hides contempt.

- Loki would most certainly be more impressed than Nine, although he’d do his very best to hide it.

- He’d try to appear nonchalantly unphased following the courts rules of honeyed mannerisms.

- Nine doesn’t give a flying fuck – much to the frustration of Loki who’s used to be either admired or feared…or both.

- They each quickly find that the other is coming off as snide or detached.

- Especially Loki craves some sort of validation. He’s a GOD, meant to rule! Yet this insolent being is more interested in the tray of drinks.

- Loki: (very pissed off and trying to assert his seniority) “I’ve lived a thousand years! I’ve seen empires come and –“

Nine: “Yeah, right. Good for you.” (continues studying some random machinery, openly excited about the technology) “Are there any adults around I can talk to?”

Loki: (angry tick is showing and daggers flash in and out of existence as he tries to hold back)

- Nine: (upgrades a Restoration Bed (used for Odin’s sleep and healing) with the Sonic Screwdriver)

Loki: …wha-?

- Loki reconsider the situation and attempts a different tactic to learn what Nine is and where he’s from. There are tales, forgotten by most, of a lost people…though same stories hint at one survivor. Ofc Loki’s read these old texts and begins to add one and one.

- “Timelords,” he mumbles, tasting the name he once considered a myth as he paces the room. A pulsating sound makes him look back just in time to see the blue contraption fade away.

Loki and Ten (first ever meeting with the Doctor):

- Loki’s puzzled by the odd appearance of this little being but knows better than to be fooled by that.

- Ten’s slightly surprised at turning up at the “harbour” of Asgard when he’d set the Tardis to bring him to the fifth planet orbiting Sirius. But HEY!! This is cool too!

- Ten: “Isn’t space brilliant?” (beams at Loki)

Loki: (slightly worried at the sight of the somewhat maniacally grinning man) “It is indeed. I take it you’ve travelled far?”

Ten: (shrugs) “Near. Far. It’s all relative. Sort of irrelevant really. Oh, is that a guided photon-transporter?”

Loki: (looks at where Ten’s pointing) “That’s the…Bifrost…”

Ten: …

Loki: …

Ten: “So the answer is yes. You could just say that.” (wanders off into the city)

- Loki’s trailing the newcomer, signaling for the Einherjar to stand down if they notice the strange man.

- Odin shows up demanding an explanation from both Loki and Nine (the latter being perfectly pleasant and unfussed about meeting the Allfather).

- Ten: “Oh, you’re Bor’s kid? Look at you all grown up and…” (manages not to mention the missing eye)

Odin: …

Loki: …

Ten: “Nice chap, your dad. Still owes me a cask of mead after losing a game of backgammon. How’s he doing?”

- Odin almost nopes out of that talk for a moment, leaving it to Loki to explain when this is. In the meantime, the Allfather thinks back to his own childhood.

- Loki’s baffled to be talking in Odin’s place, but dutifully (plus to satisfy own curiosity) trails Ten back to the harbour while chatting about time and space to find out where this man (who calls himself a Timelord) is from.

- Ten: “It’s a bit…wibbly-wobbly-timey-wimey, y’know.” (now at the door of the Tardis) “Excuse me one moment.”

- Loki, Odin and everyone else stares as the Tardis disappears.

I’d probably have edited/added more if I wasn’t so impatient and wanted to get feedback :P

#Headcanon #Loki and Dr. Who #dr who #Whovians #loki odinson #MCU #tardis #Nine #9 #Ten #10 #The Doctor #Doctor who #Loki Laufeyson #Loki

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constablegoo · 6 years ago

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alright so i have. a lot of questions and thoughts on changeling physiology

tldr it’s quite unorganized so; asexual reproduction, shifting is a natural instinct but can be expanded through study and discipline, Form is easier to reproduce than Function, changelings passively absorb energy via background radiation, conservation of mass... ha, energy efficiency, regeneration is an aware but subdued/vulnerable state, you can sneak up on odo but not most changelings, exaggerated and inhuman movement, language and body language learning, Viscosity tm, vital organs exist, injury and physical tolerance, focusing the senses...

asexual reproduction. loads of possibilities here. they might split in two (which could mean they’re really all clones of one another or else slight variations on an original) or lob a bit of themselves off which then begins to form a new individual. they might fragment off and start growing more individuals from themselves until they’re mature enough to carry on, or they might produce spores!!! OR they might reproduce the way coral do. the main complication is that this is meant for simple or single-celled organisms and also maybe leaves them all more vulnerable to that Clone Problem of being wiped out by a single virus. but perhaps their ability to mimic other types of dna is involved in providing new individuals with a robust enough mix of original genes to be baseline Adaptable

also a problem with simple organisms is that they propagate Extremely quickly and tend to be short-lived and. unintelligent (think fruit flies) so - changelings could have a fair few ‘simple organism’ traits but are ofc complex in reality

the mimicry -- do they actually become the material?? if you scan a changeling as a rock, they have the make up of a rock. but what about more complex materials? or systems? like fire? that requires energy input. im gonna go with: 1. depends on skill level 2. some things like fire they can mimic visually, maybe even with proper light and heat, but does take energy to do so.

speaking of which HOW do they get energy. i think i rambled about this a little in another post, but basically im going with the idea that they’re sort of filter feeders on the dust of the universe... they’re just VERY energy-efficient and collecting these little bits of radiation being thrown around space is a passive activity. i.e. odo probs wouldnt even know he does it, even though he does it constantly.

um. conservation of mass. the biggest thing ive seen odo turn into is that blob-monster, which was maybe 10′x10′ ? 15 at most? large, but probably somewhat unstable, and not huge. the smallest thing in canon is probably the mouse. ive seen the idea that humanoid-formed odo might be. hollow? there’s no need for him to actually form internal organs or any of that, its all surface-level, and besides. if we’re going with the idea that they can reproduce Form more than Function, they wouldnt actually work. he doesnt even eat anyway, so why waste that kinda energy?

that said!! there are probably some basic object functions they can reproduce. im gonna say that maybe your average changeling isnt going to be able to make a microwave that actually microwaves (not without a great deal of practice and scientific understanding), but could more easily become a lamp, for instance, that does actually turn on. that means they have some ability for bioluminescence, but again that requires energy and would shorten the time they can hold that shape.

regeneration obvs. is a chance to re-acquire energy, but we’re told odo doesnt sleep - it’s still a resting state, but maybe he’s still at least somewhat aware of his surroundings, if a bit unable to focus. he certainly seems to still undergo thought processes, etc. but if attacked in this state, he’ll be quite vulnerable, esp if he’s just reached hour 16, but he wont be completely defenseless. WAY more likely to hide than retaliate though, esp depending on where in the cycle he happens to be at the time -- even if that werent also kinda his personality. maybe its like bein rly rly rly tired but ur brain wont keep quiet.

kinda enjoy the idea of changelings becoming a little translucent or misshapen when they zone out. it takes some effort, practice, skill to remain present. a habit!

im sure he doesnt really bother to maintain constant humanoid-shape unless someone’s likely to look at him. could see him MAYBE being caught unawares, on occasion, whoops. very rarely, but how embarrassing

on that note, if you’re able to sneak up on odo and surprise him, he might momentarily jump a little out of shape (like a cartoon, exaggerated). other emotions like disgust or haughtiness might come off a little exaggerated too

at large, humanoid body language is a learned language for changelings, even if they can pick it up very quickly

odo’s got his humanoid walk cycle down pretty good but probably not perfectly, actually. i sort of imagine it could be a little more flowing -- not always -- but if he’s doing something he normally doesnt do, he moves a little less like a human bc he hasnt practiced it enough

ok whats the viscosity of changelings? like..... really runny and liquidy? j.... jelly? i kinda refer back to single-celled organisms again. cytoplasm w control.

in fact odo probably has some very simple (or maybe very complex, considering, but able to disguise themselves accordingly. so simple-appearing?) organs going on in there as well as cytoplasm of some sort

they dont sweat, they dont bleed, they dont smell, they dont taste, they dont sleep

they DO see, hear, are tactile, and feel most emotions that humans do. some of that emotions stuff is cultural

losing a little tiny bit of themselves (injury, i.e., a bit chopped off by a weapon) probs doesnt really hurt much more than getting a scrape, but if u like chop em in half thats gonna be Bad. but most surface level damage is just like getting a haircut or something, no pain. re: that scene with odo stopping the turbolift like.... that could’ve been painful

FOCUS!! sight, sound, etc - im writing senses as things that dont necessarily need to be located in the. face. bc they dont. but im thinking odo tends to concentrate it of course to better interact with others. that means technically - he could. .. . ‘accumulate light sensors’ and see out the back of his head, for instance, even without forming eyes, but because odo’s odo and he’s really trying to fit in he usually wont do that sort of thing and you can still sneak up on him. sometimes he even forgets he can do that kind of thing, when he’s humanoid-formed (unless he’s startled -- then he might revert to more ‘natural’ reactions) - bc he really hasnt spent any time with his people at all

this doesnt even get into the Great Link and changelings being a little bit touch-psychic

another thought !! i like the idea of one limitation being that he has to have seen / experienced in-person / studied / encountered / been exposed to an object, person, or animal to really become it. that’s where skill comes in -- some things are going to come very naturally, like shapes that are common in the universe such as rocks or. plants, in star trek . they can learn by description or by looking at images and making their best guess, but its not gonna be totally accurate. so - some shapes come from study, like humanoids, and others come more by instinct like rocks and dirt and water, like learning to talk.

so when did odo meet a klingon targ omg

also means they are instinctually EXCELLENT observers, both of material and behavior

but imagine a bird or smth speaking in odos voice yikes

speaking of speaking, odo speaks bajoran and doesnt really know any other languages on his own, except workable cardassian. i.e. he’d have to learn to speak seagull

what if bc odo’s learning and sort of stunted in skill bc of his upbringing and inhibitions his face is..... actually made of latex, sometimes, like when he needs to save energy he goes Low Poly Rendering cos its close enough, and easier, and he’s interacted with plenty of latex and other Made materials bc he’s hardly lived at all anywhere that wasnt built-up by life forms. (probs partly why he seems so interested in practicing other animals and plants -- natural shapes are not shapes he’s been as exposed to, so they’re more interesting - and dynamic - than say, furniture / appliances)

he gives off no body heat, but neither is he cold. room temp, with a wide tolerance

can survive in space and vacuums

they seem somewhat naturally stronger than humans, esp as a sturdy material

some of them can become a magnet, thats just aligning poles / can then reproduce some basic electronics functions

at least they seem to have pretty comparable intelligence to humans so that’s relatable

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iaknaide · 3 years ago

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I think yams really care about their strategies and focused on them

Well erwin's strategy was manipulation and gamble it's also clear in uprising arc when erwin was commander their enemy were titans and also we see how humans can be enemies too in uprising arc but i want to remind in that time there was no nationality it was just paradise in the whole planet pple were safe inside the walls ( ofc bfore the wall maria incident ) but there are always pple who their curiousity and their will to understanding more and in some cases to have freedom and more accessibility ( yes i'm talking abt pple like erwin hange and eren ) leads them to leave their safe spot

In erwin case his daddy issues weighs more . He has a dream and to reach to it he need power that leads him to have better plans than his superior shadith so shadith called him the next commander now he need more TROOP so he uses his famouse way of manipulation (which he himself didn't belieave in it ) glorify and worship deaths for the sake of humanity and convince them to leave their safe spot and to fight titans

Which worked and his efforts led humanity to the BASEMENT and this is where hange's personality ties with ( so erwin's role was sufficient till S3)

In uprising arc we saw hange's arc too they hate to hide the truth they value it and don't fear to let everyone know the truth either (hange's cooperation with newswriters saved erwin from execution and the most important brought a lot of popularity for survey corps no need to mention survey corps alwayes had problem with taxes and were hated by pple and royal government)

But i want to say how hange's personality suits for marley's arc

S4 is about knowing your enemy and come to realise "WE BOTH ARE THE SAME " ( eren's famouse line to reiner ) which was alwayes hange's way when their enemies were titans in S1 S2 S3 hange didn't see titans as monsters they alwayes wanted to know more about them their intention , physiology etc... and what they found out in the end is really interesting THEY WERE THE SAME TITANS AND HUMANS INSIDE THE WALLS ARE THE DEVILS OF THE PARADISE TO PPLE OUTSIDE THE WALLS

Well that is why i think S4 disproving racist and nationalism here and make audience to realise we are all human we are all the same apart from our nationality but we fight bc we have different opinion and yams also forshadowing this case in uprising

Well nationalism isn't necessarily alwayes a dangerous idealism but it can be at some cases this is where yams plays with different idealism by showing pple in paradise and floch (yeagerists) misunderstooding eren's actions and see him as the king and it brings up fascist idealims and it also brings a question whether or not revealing the truth to pple alwayes brought good result one of the problems hange was struggling with it was THE NEED TO KEEP SECRETS FROM PUBLIC

Hange build up alliance with their own way they didn't have any conflict with what happend in the past and history they also said we lived in the outside so we can't be no longer the ignorant island devils so that means hange reached to a level of understanding where they can't see outside pple as enemies that should be wipe out for the sake of eldians

and let both side discuss about it to come to a mutual understandig on chapter 127

Even magath had a problem to understand the situation that they were enemies before and now they became allias he was confused

I love hange's speech in the begining of the chapter 127 and their dialouge with jean and also want to say that erwin's strategy wouldn't convince jean to gave up his dream and safe place and instead go to stop rumbling ( and i also really love their parallel they both have same wishes and their fallen comrades encourage them to fight for humanity once more )

And i know marley arc is fucking more different heavier and tiring depressing and full of responsibilty for hange but i personally think it built for hange's character i mean struggling with unkown things was alwayes hange's character and i think ( that is just my personal idea ) if erwin was alive he would handeling problems with inside the walls ,well his character really suits a perfect politician and hange would handle problems with outside the wall like negotiate with other contries bring their technology to the island like they did a perfect job in this case but as for rumbling i think it was unavoidable erwin existence wouldn't make any diffrence in this case

Up to now, I don't know how to answer the asks about Erwin and Hanji's diffenrence in strategy after they became Commander...

Because..... it's awkward to talk about strategy in snk. Isym doesn't care nor even know enough about these things. Both Erwin and Hanji(and Armin) are flexible and intelligent people, but I didn't see them making some specific, impressing strategical plan..

It is hard to call someone "brilliant strategic mind" who put all the troops, even the person in charge of logistics, into a very dangerous battle without leaving some experienced successors behind..

Let alone Hanji, the later descriptions about her are almost all painful narratives. We can only admire her ideas without knowing enough specific plans. So...

On the other hand, Zeke's competence in this field is more prominent than them, thanks to the fact that Isym did no direct description. We can just imagine how difficult it is for a warrior in discrimination and surveillance to win Marley's trust, contact foreign countries, recruit his followers and send so many reliable forces to Paradis.

But he failed, so now he's just a joke, used to be sliced by Levi. People's comments are cruel, lmao

Isym may have wanted to write them as insightful people, but in the end he decided to only let Erwin and Zeke's eyes be limited at their daddy issues, let Hanji's ideals just be the beautiful vision around the campfire.

After all, the spirit of SC is "never giving up", "to go and try to understand", not strategic mind, lmao.

This is also more in line with my cognition. I usually don't think that political or military figures have far more greater planning and predictive ability which make them grasp the key of the things.

Most of them can only make very limited plans and decisions based on existing information and their own personality, the 90% of the results can only be handed over to God.

#just my thoughts #snk #hange zoe #erwin smith #attack on titan

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andinewton · 8 years ago

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Second Chances - Avengers Redemption Series - Part One Chapter 75

Characters: Loki, Maia Tomson (OFC), Sigyn, pretty much everyone from the MCU appears at some point, including some special appearances by members of the X-Men!

Pairings: Loki x Maia Tomson, Loki x Sigyn,

Warnings: Smut, so much smut, violence, swearing; listen, it’s NSFW and 18+, just bear that in mind!

Word Count: 179105

Summary: Loki has been handed over to The Avengers to pay penance for his past crimes, underpowered and underwhelmed by his post he is assigned a new ‘guide to Midgard’ by his superiors and is more than a little surprised when a petite freckled, redhead is waiting in the conference room, not at all like the previous handlers he has been assigned, who quit after a very short time with the snarky god. Maia Tomson is a trained literature teacher and counsellor, maybe not someone you would have picked out to be a guide to the God of Mischief but her mentor, Charles Xavier, knows she likes a challenge, and when The Avengers ask him to recommend someone she is top of his list. Surprised by the assignment, Maia takes it on, promising to do her best, but was not counting on a mutual attraction with her charge.

Join Loki on a journey to discover that his heart is not as frozen as he believes it to be, an adventure spanning almost a millennia of love gained and lost and rediscovered in the most unlikely of places…

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Chapter 75 - Epilogue 3

Summary: Sigyn does a late night store run...and it goes from there.

Sigyn lay awake in the room she and Loki shared at the tower. He had long since fallen asleep, his breathing coming slow and steady, both of them spent and marked with both nail and teeth marks, but Sigyn had more on her mind than how she ached in some sensitive places only he could reach. Like a niggling suspicion something was different. She slipped from the bed and quietly dressed; black jeans and a t-shirt with a dark burgundy hoodie and her Stark Phone in the pocket of her puffa coat, the snow outside meaning she would need the extra warmth. With two pairs of socks and warm boots she was soon stepping out of their bedroom door and into the hallway leading to the communal areas. She fitted her headphones as she walked, heading to the elevator. ‘FRIDAY, if Loki wakes up let him know I’ll be half an hour, max, and I’m only on the end of the phone if he panics.’

‘Will do, Lady Sigyn.’ She rolled her eyes. Loki had managed to convince, read that as somehow hack, into FRIDAY’s programming to make the AI call her Lady Sigyn, and no amount of fiddling by Tony seemed to fix it. She suspected he was actually in on it too. Speaking of the genius billionaire playboy philanthropist, he came out of the elevator as Sigyn approached. ‘You’re out late, Cherry.’ He commented as they passed one another. ‘Just running to the store.’ She quirked him a sideways smile. ‘Run out of lube?’ He smirked as she blushed, pulling up her hood. ‘Shut up.’ She hit the button for the lobby as he laughed. She turned on her music and hummed along on the ride down, then stepped out into the lobby…to find Stark standing by the doors beside one of his suits in sentry mode. ‘Did you just jump out of the window in a suit to beat me down here?’ She asked as she pulled one of her earbuds out. ‘Maybe. I need to go to the store too.’ He said as he zipped up his own coat. ‘You could have called me to wait, or have gone on your own.’ Or left me in peace, she thought, knowing she didn’t want him watching over her shoulder. ‘This was quicker.’ He offered her his arm, a bad habit he had picked up from the Asgardians, and with a shake of her head she took it. ‘So, where’s the store?’ He asked, letting her lead him down the street. ‘On the corner.’ She pulled a face at him. ‘Surely you know where the store is?’ ‘I thought maybe you weren’t really shopping and were doing something else.’ ‘Like what?’ She wrinkled her nose. ‘I have no idea, but a store run in the middle of the night seems kind of suspicious.’ ‘That’s why it’s a convenience store, genius. It’s open when it’s convenient.’ ‘Sigyn of Sassgard.’ He nudged her. ‘Mr Stark.’ ‘Don’t go back to that again.’ He laughed. ‘So, my annual holiday party is only a day away. I assume you and Trixie have something planned?’ ‘I have no idea what you mean.’ She gave him an innocent look. ‘Yeah, just like you don’t know who was responsible for the near code green at the Halloween party?’ ‘That was an accident.’ She said defensively. ‘I still say it’s your fault for asking for Loki’s help with illusions to spooky the place up!’ ‘Illusions aren’t supposed to jump out and grab you!’ ‘You said scary!’ ‘I didn’t mean turn Banner green scary!’ She laughed and he joined her. It had certainly made for an interesting night, Nat in her Morticia Addams outfit trying to give Bruce a preemptive lullaby while Wanda sent him calming vibes while dressed as a creepy doll. ‘So, what do you need at the store?’ Tony asked as they reached the door, the bell ringing to announce their entry. ‘Uh, girl stuff.’ She said quickly, hoping he would leave her alone for a little while. ‘Okay, enough said. I’m just grabbing some, I’m just going to leave you to it.’ He stalked down the snack aisle while Sigyn sighed with relief. She didn’t want an audience for this. She darted down the relevant aisle, grabbed what she needed and paid in record time, getting her item bagged before Tony joined her, but keeping the chocolate bar she had also purchased in her hand. ‘Midnight snacks.’ He commented as he paid for his bag of jerky. ‘Apparently.’ ‘Thought you wanted girl things.’ He said as they stepped out into the fresh flurry of snow. ‘Chocolate is a girl thing.’ She smiled before indicating to the bag under her arm. ‘They go hand in hand.’ ‘Happy hormones, got ya.’ He opened the jerky and offered her some, but she refused, the thought of it turning her stomach. ‘I’m good, thanks.’ She said, biting into the chocolate. ‘You don’t know what you’re missing.’ He shrugged. ‘I’m sure I do.’ They walked silently for a little while when Stark’s phone gave off a text tone and he pulled it out of his pocket, nudging Sigyn in the process and knocking the bag out of her hand. ‘Sorry, Red.’ He said as he crouched for it the same time as she did. ‘Don’t worry, I’ve got it.’ She grabbed for it but it was too late, he had already seen her purchase. He looked up at her in surprise. ‘A pregnancy test?’ ‘Yes, and it’s yours.’ His eyes went wide in panic for a moment. ‘Of course it’s not yours, you idiot, and you need to keep your mouth shut because I don’t even know for sure.’ ‘Hence the test.’ He said as they got to their feet. ‘You really think you are?’ ‘Statistically it’s possible.’ She shrugged. ‘Physiologically it’s possible. But Loki and I tried before for three centuries, so the likelihood is small.’ ‘That was in your old body though. This one’s different. And if you are, is it a bad thing?’ ‘Really not a bad thing.’ She smiled. ‘But that’s a serious if.’ ‘Wait,’ he stopped her, ‘are you trying?’ ‘We’re not not trying.’ She wrinkled her nose. ‘That is we’ve talked about it and don’t use protection, but…’ ‘I’m gonna be an uncle.’ He grinned. ‘First Avengers Tower baby. Kid’s going to be spoilt rotten, you know that, right?’ ‘Tony, we don’t know for sure!’ ‘No, but you will in,’ he pulled the packet out of her hand again and read the box, ‘one minute to develop, plus peeing time, walk back to the tower, maybe five more minutes, say ten minutes? You have to tell me after Mischief.’ She pinched the bridge of her nose. ‘Oh God, Tony, please can I have a chance to take the test and get my head around it first?’ ‘You think you are.’ He made it a statement, not a question. ‘Two missed periods is a pretty big red flag.’ She sighed. ‘No pun intended.’ ‘Please do this now. I mean not right now, but as soon as you get back.’ He said excitedly. ‘And film Comet’s reaction because it’s going to be gold.’ ‘It might not be positive.’ ‘Keep telling yourself that, kid.’ Tony walked her all the way back to her room. ‘You are not to stand outside this door and wait. I’ll text you.’ She waved a finger at him. ‘I promise.’ ‘I can see your fingers are crossed, Stark.’ He shrugged. ‘Just go pee.’ ‘Shut it.’ She said, opening the bedroom door and closing it on his grinning face. Why did he have to have found her out? If not she could have put this off until the morning, or decided if she really wanted to do the test. It had been so hard for them to fall pregnant before she didn’t want to get her hopes up, but…she had to know. Longest minute of her life. She sat on the side of the tub, trying to ignore the stick on the sink while she checked Darcy’s latest vines, knowing that should kill a little time. She had caught Thor dancing to Happy by Pharrell Williams while doing the dishes and promised to have it up today, not to mention the argument between Nat and Clint about the most humane way to kill a chicken, and before she knew it her minute timer went off. Coming through from the bathroom in just her t-shirt and underwear she looked at Loki, now lying on his side but apparently none the wiser for her having left. Had he had the message from FRIDAY he would have called, he did worry about her, which was why he had stipulated their missions were always together. She climbed up on the large bed by his knees and poked him in the thigh through the sheets, but he barely stirred, brushing his hand over his flesh to get rid of the sensation. She tried again but all she succeeded in doing was making him roll over onto his back. This wasn’t getting her anywhere. She sighed and straddled his thighs, laying down on top of him. ‘Mayhem, wake up.’ She said quietly and he began to stir, opening one eye first to look at her, then the clock. ‘Love, it’s two, you can’t possibly be ready for another round.’ He grumbled, throwing his arm over his eyes. She knew he was only cranky because he had had an early start for training and a busy day of meetings, but she couldn’t wait until morning. ‘No, but I need to tell you something.’ She whispered. ‘I love you too, now, sleep.’ He wrapped his arms around her, holding her to him as he snuggled his head back into the pillows and she giggled. ‘Lo, you aren’t listening.’ She argued, wriggling her way up his body so she could put her lips by his ear. ‘You’re going to be a daddy.’ ‘That’s nice.’ He murmured. ‘I’m just going to let that sink in.’ She said in a normal tone and waited. ‘What’s sinking?’ She rolled her eyes. This wasn’t working either. So she jabbed him in the ribs with her fingers. That worked. He flinched, jumping physically as a small groan left his lips. ‘Gods, Sig, will you let me sleep?’ He complained. ‘Not tonight. Well, not right now.’ She leant her arms on his chest and rested her chin on them. ‘I’m trying to tell you something important.’ ‘So important it can’t wait until morning?’ ‘So important it can’t wait until morning.’ She repeated. He finally opened both eyes and looked up at her with a sigh. ‘It’s not going to be like the time you woke me to ask about whether there is still the little bookshop on Asgard we used to frequent, is it?’ ‘Better.’ She smiled. ‘Better than a bookshop? Do I have to guess, sunbeam, because we have to be back in the training room at six?’ ‘If you’d listened the first time you’d know by now.’ He frowned. ‘You’ll have to tell me again.’ ‘You’re rubbish.’ She shook her head before leaning so close to him their noses touched. ‘We are going to have a baby.’ ‘That would be lovely, but do you really want more practice now? You need sleep as much as I do.’ She growled in frustration. ‘No, stupid, we are going to have one, sooner rather than later.’ He narrowed his eyes at her. ‘Sig?’ ‘Good grief! I. Am. Pregnant!’ She shouted in his face with a grin. ‘Called it!’ Stark’s voice came from behind the door as Loki’s eyes went wide. ‘You’re…you’re pregnant?’ He breathed and she nodded. ‘Really?’ ‘Really really.’ ‘Love, that’s amazing!’ His face broke into a grin as he cupped her face in his hands and peppered her with kisses. ‘When did you find out? How far are you? Why are you laying on your stomach?’ He flipped her over onto her side. ‘I just found out minutes ago. The digital test says I’m eight weeks, and I don’t think laying on my stomach at this point is a problem considering what you were laying on my stomach just hours ago.’ ‘Gods, we need to be careful.’ He kissed her again. ‘I think you’re overreacting.’ She mumbled into his mouth. ‘Not at all.’ He leant back again. ‘Do you realise just how happy you have made me, my beautiful girl?’ ‘Maybe a little?’ 'So much more than that.' He leant in for another kiss then stopped with a frown. 'How did Stark know?'

Tony was sworn to secrecy but the entire team realised something was going on, although they assumed it was something to do with the upcoming gift exchange. Tony was humming happily and looking far too smug, while the ever attentive Loki seemed to be hanging on his wife’s every word and move more than ever. Darcy noticed something else was up first, sitting at the bar of the common area and filming the decorations being finished off for the party that night for her holiday blog, Sigyn and Loki came out of the corridor to the kitchen, him walking backwards and holding one of her hands as he spoke excitedly, Sigyn laughing at whatever he was saying. She had finally succeeded in getting him to wear something more casual, although the blacker than black jeans were more smart than casual, but the warm green knitted sweater over a black collared shirt fell somewhere between the two. His other arm held both their coats, showing they were going out, and if that hadn’t been a giveaway then Sigyn’s deep blue bobble hat and gloves with her white snowflake jumper and blue jeans would have. ‘Where you heading, Mr & Mrs Mischief?’ Darcy called and they stopped talking, having not realised she was there. ‘A little romantic stroll around festive New York.’ Sigyn said, as Loki led her over to the bar. ‘This close to Christmas? That won’t be romantic.’ Darcy pulled a face. ‘The place will be full of bat shit crazy shoppers.’ ‘Ah but if we erect a magical barrier to deter anyone from coming near us we will have a protective little bubble of solitude none can penetrate.’ Loki smiled knowingly and Darcy turned the camera around to herself. ‘You hear that, internet? We got the sass master to say penetrate. That will be going on a loop pretty soon!’ ‘Darcy! You cannot keep using my husbands use of certain words to “porn it up”, as you put it!’ ‘Mrs Freckles is mad at me.’ She turned the camera back again briefly before putting it back on the couple. ‘What is your plan for today though, besides a walk? Because Stark is walking around the place with a grin on his face like the Cheshire Cat and it’s making me nervous.’ They shared a look and Darcy narrowed her eyes. There was a lot in that look that she didn’t understand but really wanted to. While Loki was a shining example of what a good woman could do for a man, looking at her with nothing but love for every single day they had been together, now there was something more, his gaze softer, looking at her almost in wonder, and Sigyn blushed faintly as she smiled up at her husband. They were planning on dropping into the medical unit on their way downstairs just because they needed it on record as to why Sigyn would have to stand down from active duty on any upcoming missions, and no doubt as soon as that word got around the team would find out, but for now it was just theirs. And Tony’s. ‘What? What did I miss?’ ‘Miss, Miss Lewis?’ Loki asked innocently. ‘We have no idea what you’re talking about. Now, if you’ll excuse us.’ He wrapped his arm around Sigyn and led her to the elevator but not before she shrugged at Darcy. ‘Fine! Don’t tell me!’ She called after them. ‘Because me and Sherlock are going to figure it out!’ She looked at her key fob of the famed detective on the bar beside her. ‘Right, Holmes?’ ‘We will not hear the end of that until we tell her.’ Loki commented as the elevator doors began to close. ‘I feel kind of bad that Tony knows and she doesn’t. Darcy’s been a good friend and she did ask specifically to know about this.’ ‘If she promises not to post the news online until we are ready she can be told when we tell Thor and Jane.’ ‘Thank you.’ She pulled him down for a kiss. ‘It’s not like we’ll be able to keep it a secret anyway once I start missing missions.’ ‘Unfortunately not, but for today, at least, this is ours.’ His hand came up and caressed her cheek softly. ‘Have I told you today how much I love you, kitten?’ ‘Only four or five times, you’re slipping, it’s almost ten.’ She pointed to her wrist where her watch was hidden under layers of clothes. ‘I shall endeavour to make it up to you.’ He promised as his lips brushed hers. They managed to get a brief appointment with one of the tower’s doctors who made a note on her file and made sure she was exempt from any active duty for upcoming missions before congratulating them and inviting them to make another appointment on the way out. There was blood work to be done and a few other things to clarify. Finally they got down to street level and started their walk, bundled up in their coats with gloves, scarves and one another to keep themselves warm. They started with a walk to the Rockefeller Centre to see the Christmas tree and Loki bought them both hot chocolates and pastries while they watched the skaters, promising next year they would participate. Next they caught the subway to Brooklyn and joined all the tourists at the Captain America statue on Atlantic Avenue. They took some selfies with it and sent them to both Steve and Darcy; Darcy thought it was hilarious and had the pictures posted before they even returned to the tower two hours later, rosy cheeked and smiling. There was an early dinner before the party, during which Darcy watched the couple suspiciously, noting Loki barely left her alone but rather than the heavily sexual looks he normally gave her the softness from earlier remained, looking at her with something close to awe and kissing her hand often. When everyone began to filter away to get changed Sigyn caught Darcy and asked her to hang back as Loki spoke with Thor and Jane. ‘You’re acting really weird.’ Darcy pointed out. ‘Even for you.’ ‘Your camera is off, right?’ Sigyn looked at her pointedly. ‘Should it be on?’ She asked with a smile. ‘God, no. Just this once, this is for Darcy only, not the Darcy fandom.’ ‘What can we aid you with, brother?’ Thor asked as Loki led he and Jane to the back of the room where Sigyn had waited with Darcy. ‘It is more what we can do for you.’ He looked between them as he went and took Sigyn’s hand. ‘We wanted you to be amongst the first to know that, we are expecting a baby.’ ‘Oh my God!’ Jane smiled as Darcy screamed so loud that Steve and Sam appeared at the door, having set off at a run from the kitchen. ‘Sorry, I’m fine!’ She promised and they turned and left again in confusion as Darcy grabbed Sigyn’s other hand. ‘Shit, really? A baby?’ ‘A baby.’ Sigyn nodded. ‘But it’s still early days. We wanted you to be the first to know.’ Thor pulled Loki away from Sigyn and hugged him tightly as Jane embraced Sigyn. ‘Congratulations!’ Thor said heartily. ‘When are we expecting the blessing?’ ‘July.’ Sigyn confirmed. ‘I’ve got to get knitting.’ Darcy hugged her. ‘Tell me everything, how you found out, how you told him, everything. In fact, Jane, grab your stuff, we’re all changing in my room. Girl talk and stuff.’ ‘Can we just do that tomorrow instead?’ Sigyn pleaded, not wanting to drag all her things to Darcy’s room. ‘But I wanna know now.’ Darcy pouted. ‘She crept out to the convenience store in the middle of the night while I slept then woke me to inform me of the news.’ Loki informed them. ‘No wonder you two have been acting all lovey dovey again! I mean, you’re nauseating at the best of times, in a romantic kind of way, but super touchy feely. This is amazing news. So happy for you both.’ ‘Me too.’ Jane even hugged Loki, briefly but still. ‘You’ll make great parents.’ ‘And look, you didn’t even have to adopt!’ Darcy punched Loki in the arm playfully as he gave her a raised eyebrow. ‘Really, Darcy?’ Loki asked as Thor laughed. ‘Sure! But the way you two go at it it’s a wonder you haven’t got pregnant before now.’ Sigyn blushed. She knew they were very, very physical but she had hoped they had been at least a little subtle, perhaps not though. ‘When will you tell the rest of the team?’ Thor asked, his smile not slipping from the out and out grin he wore at the news. ‘Soon enough. Sigyn has to stand down from active duty and that will raise suspicions.’ ‘What if you go into labour when they’re on a mission?’ Darcy asked with a sudden gasp. ‘Oh, can I be your standby birthing partner, please?’ ‘My what?’ Sigyn looked at her in surprise. ‘If Loki can’t be there, can I stand in? I’ll rub your back, let you swear at me, bring you ice chips.’ ‘I hadn’t even considered that.’ She glanced at Loki, realising his duty was to the team and that might mean he was away at important times. ‘As we draw nearer to the impending arrival I shall request not to be sent too far away so I can be here for you. I’m sorry, Darcy, but I will not miss this for anything in the nine realms.’ ‘Good answer.’ Jane nodded. ‘But for now, if we could try and keep this amongst ourselves, the only other people who know are the doctor and Anthony.’ ‘Stark knew before me?’ Darcy asked indignantly. ‘He found out by accident.’ Sigyn explained. ‘He came to the store with me, found out what I’d bought then stood outside our bedroom door waiting for his answer.’ ‘That’s, um,’ Jane started. ‘A little weird, but I just couldn’t get rid of him.’ She shrugged. ‘Okay, so just Tony and the doc know?’ Darcy checked. ‘Just those and us.’ ‘This is so exciting.’ Her grin was back. ‘Are you going to find out what you’re having?’ ‘We haven’t discussed it.’ She laughed. ‘Really, Darce, we’re still getting used to the idea. As soon as anything changes or we have anything to report we’ll let you know.’ ‘Before Tony.’ ‘Before Tony.’ She confirmed. ‘Awesome.’ She hugged her again. She was so delighted for her friends she could have cried.

The party was a black tie event but Sigyn had convinced Loki that that didn’t mean she needed a full length dress. The one she had chosen was black and fell to just below her knee with a cowl neckline at the front, a cut away back and full skirt. With her high heeled black shoes and the top of her hair caught back on each side with emerald and gold slides Loki thought she looked the true embodiment of a modern day goddess. She rarely removed the necklace and bracelet he gave her, unless it was for cleaning, and they contrast beautifully with the entire outfit, small teardrop emerald earrings hanging from her lobes. For a change she was ready first, and she couldn't be sure it wasn’t because Loki had kept being distracted by her getting ready, just stopping what he was doing to watch her doing something incredibly mundane like primping her hair or applying her lipstick. She now sat in one of the armchairs watching him instead as he fixed his bow tie in front of the mirror on the wardrobe. ‘You’re thinking.’ He said simply without looking over at her. ‘Of course I am.’ She replied as his fingers deftly made the bow. ‘You’re thinking about me.’ ‘I’m always thinking about you.’ She didn’t know how he always seemed to be able to tell, but he knew when she was having serious thoughts to go with looking at him. ‘You were very specifically thinking about me. So much I could feel it.’ ‘Okay, I admit it.’ She got to her feet and walked across the room, picking up his jacket from where it hung on the way past. ‘But I do have a good reason. Several in fact.’ ‘And what might they be, princess?’ ‘Firstly, you’re the hottest thing in the room. Just being there makes me want to stare at you.’ She held the jacket out and he slipped his arms into it, letting her ease it over his shoulders. ‘Correction, you are the hottest thing in the room.’ He buttoned the jacket then turned to her. ‘I don’t know, we’re going on what’s happening in my head which makes you hottest, so humour me.’ She brushed his lapels down as she checked him over from the contrasting black buttons to his neatly slicked back black hair. ‘Firstly, you’re hot, I like to look at you, and I still can’t believe that you’re all mine.’ ‘All yours.’ He wrapped his arms around her waist with a dark smile. ‘Is that lipstick set yet?’ She pressed her lips together. ‘I think so.’ ‘Good.’ He dipped his head and very lightly caressed her lips with his own. ‘What else were you thinking?’ ‘How lucky we are, on so many levels.’ ‘We do seem to have had a very good streak of it.’ He agreed, his thumbs massaging the muscles in her lower back. ‘We have. We found each other again, now we’re married, having a baby; we have amazing friends, jobs we love. It’s like a dream come true.’ ‘You are my dream come true. Without you none of the rest would have been possible.’ He reminded her. ‘This is going to get very mushy, isn’t it?’ She asked, knowing he liked to tell her how much he loved her and why regularly. ‘Perhaps. Would you rather go see if the party has begun?’ ‘I think we should, because if I start to tell you how many ways I love you we’ll be here all night.’ He put his hand on her back to guide her to the door, looking over her freckled skin, quite clear of any marks. She had given him an ultimatum with the party coming up; either heal her if he marked her back or leave it alone. He had chosen the former and even now all he could think of was placing his lips against the perfect flesh and making his mark yet again. ‘Don’t even think about it.’ She said firmly as she reached for the door handle. ‘Think, love? I don’t know what you mean.’ He said innocently. ‘God of Lies.’ She replied. ‘And you’re not the only one who can tell what the other is thinking. Eyes off my blank canvas until later.’ ‘Alright, sweet, I promise.’ He trailed his fingers up her spine instead, making her shiver. The party was remarkably civilised, for the first few hours. Tony had made sure mimosas were served so Sigyn could drink orange juice and not look conspicuous, which she was grateful for. There was plenty of dancing, laughing, and Loki seemed to have the innate ability to find mistletoe about every five paces. Everyone looked amazing in their finery and there was such an air of calm and happiness it buoyed the proceedings, until there was an emergency call. The team met at the elevators as Stark brought up a display of where they were needed and what to expect. ‘Not far, two hour flight. Hostiles, small hostage situation. Should be a breeze…what are you doing here?’ He glared at Sigyn. ‘I can man the comms.’ She shrugged. ‘But I’m staying in touch.’ ‘You man the comms here.’ Tony said pointedly. ‘Wait, she’s not coming?’ Steve looked between them. Sigyn’s input with Loki had been instrumental in ending a few situations quickly thanks to the magic they could call on. ‘Medical discharge.’ She glanced at him. ‘Nothing active but I can do comms.’ ‘We didn’t discuss this.’ Loki said pointedly. ‘No, but I can stay with Bruce in the Quinjet and advise in case of a code green, be eyes and ears on the area from a safe distance.’ ‘No.’ Loki and Tony said at once. ‘Perhaps it would be best if you stayed here, sister.’ Thor rested his hand on her shoulder and she glared up at him so hard he actually flinched. ‘I’m not hiding away, I can still be useful.’ ‘Not in the field.’ Tony said. ‘Dammit.’ She rolled her head back. ‘Seriously, if we were back on Asgard what would happen?’ Thor and Loki shared a look, knowing full well that pregnancy would not stop their women being useful. ‘Exactly! Stop being such misogynistic bastards and let me help!’ ‘Ohhhh.’ Nat said under her breath. ‘Wait, are you…’ Steve let the sentence trail off as she turned her glare on him, but everyone else looked at her. ‘Uh…sorry?’ ‘Still doesn’t make me useless.’ ‘It may be better if you stayed here.’ The elevator doors opened and she knew it would be a crush because of the sheer number of Avengers heading out but she growled in frustration and stepped into the elevator ahead of them followed by Nat and Wanda. ‘Get in, boys, or don’t.’ Nat commanded. ‘Because I’m voting Sig gets to stay on the jet with Bruce.’ ‘Me too.’ Wanda added. ‘Don’t I get a say in this?’ Loki frowned as he stepped onto the elevator, closely followed by the others. ‘No.’ The girls chorused. The elevator doors closed and everyone was silent for several floors before Steve finally spoke. ‘Congratulations.’ He glanced down at her with a small smile. ‘Thanks, Steve.’ She replied and that broke the quiet, with both Wanda and Nat asking questions, even Scott joined in, as he had a daughter of his own he was keen to offer Loki advice on keeping a pregnant partner happy, knowing what he had done wrong and right, and Clint sort of smiled smugly, knowing how much trouble Loki was in. If he thought he knew love now he had one hell of a shock coming. Half an hour later two Quinjets were in the air on their way to their destination, Loki was still pouting over his wife’s insistence on coming along and Sigyn wasn’t talking to him because he was pouting. It was going to be a long two hour flight in an enclosed space with them not able to get their argument out in the open but Nat decided to get things moving and maybe even divert it from a fight. ‘So, how far along are you?’ ‘Not far enough we wanted everyone to know yet.’ Sigyn muttered as Loki answered; ‘Eight weeks.’ ‘Still early.’ She nodded. ‘At least you know the team will keep your secret and this way it’s less awkward, no need to make excuses any more. You can’t have known long, we only had a mission last week.’ She was seated on Sigyn’s left, Loki was opposite, staring at his wife as she avoided his eye. She had deliberately taken the end seat so no one could sit on her other side, specifically Loki, as Nat had already claimed the seat beside her. ‘Not long. Not even two days.’ Loki answered again as Sigyn didn’t seem to want to engage at all. ‘Really happy for you both.’ ‘Thank you, Natasha.’ ‘Will you tell your folks? When you go for Christmas Day?’ She looked specifically at Sigyn who was tapping her teeth with her thumbnail. ‘Don’t do that, love.’ Loki said and she finally looked at him, deliberately drawing her lip up and tapping a few more times. ‘You have nothing to feel nervous of.’ ‘I’m not nervous.’ She unbuckled her belt and went to the cockpit of the craft where Tony was seated with Clint. ‘One of you mind swapping for a bit?’ Clint was on his feet in an instant and leant in to her ear. ‘Keep your eyes on the horizon, it’ll help with motion sickness.’ ‘Thanks, Clint.’ She smiled, wishing that was why she really wanted to sit up front. Thor leant into his brother as Clint came back from the cockpit, taking the seat next to Nat. ‘I have not seen her this mad since you returned from a night with us battered and bruised from that scuffle on Vanaheim.’ ‘Well, not all of our arguments were as public as that one.’ Loki remarked. ‘If you’ll excuse me?’ He got up from his seat and went to the cockpit, looking at Tony. ‘Pardon me, Anthony, we will meet you at the rendezvous point at the scheduled time.’ And he rested his hand on Sigyn’s shoulder before teleporting them both from the Quinjet and reappearing on the upper most open air level of the Eiffel Tower, the early morning wind bitterly cold and biting and as Loki released her he created a large deep green velvet cloak which he wrapped around her shoulders, knowing even in her now standard custom armour she would be cold. ‘What the actual Hel?’ She turned and glared at him, once she realised what he had done. ‘We need privacy to discuss this, sunbeam, and we weren’t about to get that for several hours. I will not have you worrying for so long.’ ‘We’re on our way to a mission!’ She yelled. ‘And we will meet the team there, as I promised, but I wished…’ ‘You wished to try and talk me round.’ She spat. ‘I won’t stay away from missions entirely just because I’m pregnant. I agree to not being involved directly in the fight but I cannot stay behind and monitor what’s going on remotely as half the time we go radio silent and I’ll be none the wiser! At least this way I can…’ He didn’t let her finish, instead he grabbed her by the upper arms and kissed her forcefully, even as she argued and pushed at his shoulders. When he did finally release her lips he leant back just far enough he could see her clearly. ‘I’m sorry.’ ‘And don’t think you can…what?’ She had been starting to argue again but his apology took her by surprise. ‘I said I am sorry. I do not wish to make you feel any less valuable, even though you are worth more to me than anything in this world or any other. I believe we both had different ideas as to what “active duty” means and I should have addressed the matter with you fully before assuming. Forgive me?’ ‘You’re…you’re apologising?’ She said uncertainly. ‘Of course. I do not wish to upset you, and you are a valuable member of the team. We need you, even if it is in a support role, and it was wrong of me to try and prevent that.’ He slowly let go of her arms, sure now she wouldn’t pull away. She narrowed her eyes suspiciously. ‘So, you’ll let me still come on missions while I can, and you’re happy for me to stay on the jet?’ ‘I am never happy to be taking you into a fight, but this is a good halfway point for us to meet at. Aid Dr Banner, and aid the team with your presence. Often your non military common sense prevails where we on the ground fail and I for one will continue to welcome your input, petal.’ She let out a sharp breath through her nose that frosted on the air. ‘Okay, fine. Apology accepted, now can we get back?’ ‘The team won’t reach the destination for almost another hour, sweet.’ He wrapped his arm around her and walked her round the tower to the other side, where the sky was beginning to lighten with the impending dawn. ‘We have time for this.’ He turned his hand and created a hot chocolate in a mug and passed it to her before creating one of his own. ‘Chocolate and sunrise in Paris. All part of my apology.’ ‘You’re an asshole.’ ‘Your asshole.’ He reminded her as she snuggled up against him, cupping the mug in both hands. ‘I’m not saying I will be going on missions as Hulk sitter and comms for the whole pregnancy, just while I still feel I can.’ She said quietly. ‘I know, sweet.’ He leant down and kissed her hair. ‘And when you feel unable, if you wish, I will leave a duplicate with you for company who can also relay to you what is happening without the need for comms.’ ‘You could be doing that when we’re on radio silence to keep base up to date.’ She pointed out. ‘Yes, but they will ask questions whereas you will not distract me any more than you already do.’ ‘I’m smart like that.’ She blew across the steam on her drink. ‘If our child is even half like you it will be the most beautiful and talented being in the nine realms, second only to its mother.’ ‘Silvertongue.’ She replied quietly and for the next hour they sat on the observation deck, completely unnoticed by the authorities, watching the sunrise over Paris, wrapped in one another’s arms.

Chapter 76

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