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wishfullyeternal · 1 year ago

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William Afton x Reader Pt 2

A/N- As promised, part two is here! Still working on it, and really I have no idea how it's going to end up. Leaning towards nsfw just because (lol) but open to any and all suggestions, and you can leave requests as well! Y'all are awesome :)

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Warnings- Mentions of murder, general violence, language

You went to bed without any problems, and the next day arose a little before your alarm. You hated that. You could never fall back asleep. You wondered about nothing in particular for the next few minutes, trying to muster to urge to finally get out of bed. You looked over to your uniform. It was a starched white shirt, a white tie with tiny multicolored triangles all over it, and a bright red vest. You would get your name tag soon, as the employee handbook stated, and you stared further at the two pins that were stuck on the vest. One said Let’s Eat! In the style of Chica’s bib, the other was a picture of Bonnie the Bunny playing the guitar.

Bunny?

Eerily similar to the one in the picture in William’s office. Just purple instead of yellow.

Why would William close down the diner, make entirely new animatronics, and abandon the yellow bunny?

You sighed, shaking your head to rid yourself of confusion, before finally rising out of bed. You quickly got ready, and went out the door to your second day at Freddy Fazbear’s Pizzeria, a magical place where fantasy and fun come to life.

This time, when arriving at the door, William himself greeted you, and asked for you in his office.

God, what did I do now?

You were fully prepared to get fired. There was no way this could be something good, you followed him back, mind racing. He led you to the office and sat down, you doing the same. He noticed your bewildered expression.

“Oh don’t worry, it’s nothing bad,” He said, waving his hand dismissively. Before giving you a chance to respond, he quickly began to speak, almost urgently, but not quite.

“I’m afraid my security guard has quit unexpectedly, effective immediately. The pizzeria needs a temporary security guard until we can hire a new one, which doesn’t take long. Would you be willing to fill in until we find one?”

He pauses, rubbing his greyed goatee before continuing,

“The hours aren’t very good, and generally the pay would be the same, I might be able to give a few hours of overtime because of the urgency, but we just really need a body there at night.”

You were utterly confused, and it showed on your face.

Why in the hell is William asking me to guard the Pizzeria when I’ve only been here two days? Why wouldn’t Barbara, or the other workers be asked first? Have they said no? Is there something I should know?

“Why me?” You ask bluntly, William seemed to anticipate this question and answered quickly.

“It’s easy, and we could train you for both positions at the same time, so you could cover for both. It would be more useful to the company that way.” You barely knew anything about your current position, only how the prize corner worked, so it wouldn’t make sense to immediately start me somewhere else. Let alone at a completely different time. William seemed to feel your confusion and spoke again.

“I wouldn’t normally train you this way, but it’s very important we have someone here at night. You can come back at around midnight tonight, and it’s only until six AM.” William seemed genuinely desperate, so you agreed. You began to leave his office, wanting to go back home and catch some z’s before going back to the Pizzeria, but asked quickly,

“What happened to your Diner from before, Fredbear’s Family Diner?”

William stopped what he was doing and looked up at you, eyes squinted slightly, like he was trying to read your expression, like he was trying to gauge how much you knew. You pointed to the picture. He grabbed it off the shelf and smiled at it.

“Fredbear’s Family Diner… You’re quite observant. It was closed down about five years ago due to electrical issues, and we rebranded to be a little more with the times, diners were considered outdated by that point.”

That didn’t explain the bunny.

“What about the bunny? Why isn’t he here?” William moved his jaw, thinking for a second before responding.

“We retired those animatronics and replaced them with more high-tech ones, absent from spring-lock mechanisms entirely.” William put the picture back up and thanked you for taking the security guard shift. You went home and slept until around ten p.m.

You arrived at the Pizzeria again and shut off your car, shivering in the cold. William was waiting for you at the door, and scolded you for not bringing a jacket. He then led you down the same hallway his office was, but instead went into another room further back. This room was a bit bigger, although still cramped, but had another door to lead you to the other section of the building, it was a nice shortcut for getting through both hallways in the back. The front wall had a big poster of all the animatronics, and a few drawings tacked on the wall made by various children. The floor was checkered, and noticeably more dirty and unkempt than the same floor up front. There were identical light switches at both opposite doors, a red button, and a white button. The top red one was labeled DOOR and the bottom white was labeled LIGHT respectively.

“Thank you for coming, just make sure to watch the cameras and make sure no one gets in…” William seemed like he was going to add something, but rethought.

“There’s a cassette tape in the recorder if you’d like to listen to it, it might explain the job better. I’ve got to go, but if there’s an emergency you can speed dial me at the front telephone.” William left the room, and you were left in the dark. Almost literally. There was a single light on the ceiling, angled towards the front wall. There were also backlights on the door and light buttons, illuminating them slightly. Those were the only sources of light in the entire room. You flipped through the cameras, looking at the empty Pizzeria. Then you popped in the cassette tape and played it.

Hello, hello? Uh, I wanted to record a message for you to help you get settled in on your first night. Um, I actually worked in that office before you. I'm finishing up my last week now, as a matter of fact. So, I know it can be a bit overwhelming, but I'm here to tell you there's nothing to worry about. Uh, you'll do fine. So, let's just focus on getting you through your first week. Okay? Uh, the animatronic characters here do get a bit quirky at night, but do I blame them? No. Okay. So, just be aware, the characters do tend to wander a bit. Uh, they're left in some kind of free-roaming mode at night. Uh... Something about their servos locking up if they get turned off for too long.

The tape ended abruptly. The animatronics move at night? You took it out of the recorder and looked at the date on the side, it was from around five years ago, when this place would have first opened. You were a little bit on edge and did not want any of them inside your office, or anywhere near you to be honest. Who knows what they would be capable of? You checked the cameras again, and Bonnie had moved.

Bonnie had moved.

"Fuck." You said, staring at the camera.

Why in the hell didn't William tell me about this?

That was an easy question to answer, if he had told you, you wouldn't have taken the job. That much was true. You clicked through the cameras again and made sure none of the other animatronics had moved. You sighed when you realized that they were all in their respective places.

The hours went by slowly, but none of the animatronics moved except Bonnie, and Bonnie hadn't come near your door. Once the clock struck six, and Bonnie had moved back to his respective place on the stage, you walked briskly (or rather, sprinted) to the door, and were met face-to-face with the one and only William Afton. You sneered at him. At this point, you were covered in sweat, and your eyes were bloodshot, you had been terrified the entire night.

"Why didn't you tell me they moved!" You said through gritted teeth. William smiled that same gentle goddamn smile.

"Would you have taken the job if I had?" You pinched the bridge of your nose and sighed.

"I quit, effective immediately." You said, taking off your vest and handing it to him. You could tell he was expecting this, so he gently gave it back to you.

"Listen, I've got a new security guard lined up to start tomorrow. If you do tonight, I'll pay you double overtime."

Double overtime? That was way more than you had ever gotten paid in your life...And for only six hours of work. You could really use the money.

Like really use the money. William's eyes grew big, and you could see that he genuinely wanted you to stay.

"I really like you, and I think you have the potential to be a wonderful manager at Freddy Fazbear's. If you do this for me, I promise I will lead you to that position...And," He added

"That pays salary," He smiles again and puts his hand on my shoulder, his eyes meeting mine.

"Please?" He asked, you wanted to run far away in the other direction. In fact, you wanted nothing to do with this goddamn Pizzeria at all.

But money was tight. Rent was due in a few days. There was no way your landlord was going to accept another I don't have it.

So you nodded. The tiniest nod. William looked absolutely elated.

"Thank you so much! I cannot express how much I appreciate this," His smile grew, and he patted you on the back.

"Listen, kid, I won't forget this favor, and if you ever need anything from me, let me know." He winked at you before going towards the Pizzeria, you stopped him.

"Is there anything I should know about the animatronics before I go?" Your hands were still slightly shaking from the fear you had just experienced, and William chuckled.

"Bonnie tends to be the most aggressive and will move around a lot. Chica likes to make noise in the kitchen before she appears in the hallway, and Freddy probably won't move around a lot, but I would still keep an eye on him." He furrows his brows before adding,

"Keep the camera on Foxy, or else he'll come running. Literally." You cocked your head, confused, but William had already gone through the door, and you were left watching the sun rise over the building.

What did this all mean?

How did he know about their behaviors? How do they move at night? Are they trying to hurt me?

More importantly.

What was William hiding?

It was obvious he was hiding something. You walked to your car and tried to fit the puzzle pieces together.

He opened up Fredbear's Family Diner, then had to close it because of electrical issues. Why not just solve the electrical issues? Why did he rebrand and make new animatronics? What was wrong with the other ones? Why is there so much turnover in the security guard position? Why did the animatronics move at night? Why, why, why...

There was no way you were going to sleep. So instead of going back home, you drove to the library and waited two entire hours until the older lady at the front unlocked the doors. It took everything in you not to run in the doors. You walked in, not paying attention to anything that was going on, and beelined straight to the newspaper article section. You ran your finger along the white metal shelf, and quickly read through the years.

1980, 1981, 1982, 1983, 1984...

Aha! You almost yelled out, but stopped yourself. This was a library, and you needed to stay civil. Although you were pretty sure that went out the window when you basically ran to the newspaper section. You shuffled through every individual day, until something caught your eye.

Man, you had good luck.

Fredbear's Family Diner Closes, Five Children Missing

You ripped the newspaper from the shelf, eyes scanning over the entire front page. William Afton was on the front, and a large Grand Opening sign was hung on the building. He looked younger... He looked different. His eyes were different.

You read the page.

Five children missing after party at Fredbear's Family Diner. At around 3 pm Saturday morning, ten children attended the birthday party of [REDACTED] and mysteriously went missing. Owner was questioned and has since refused to make a statement. State-wide searches are beginning, and the public is urged to stay vigilant- continued on page 45.

The next page was covered completely with full-color pictures of the five children, all outlined in a red frame with the text HAVE YOU SEEN ME? printed on the top.

You turned to page 43 and turned once more to 46.

46?

A page was missing. You could see where it had been carefully ripped out. Someone wanted to keep this under wraps.

William had to have a part in the disappearance of those five children. You rubbed your finger over the ragged edge inside the newspaper and thought as hard as you could. There was so much you knew, but so much that was left unknown. You bit your lip and put the newspaper back, looking through the others, but finding no other information on Fredbear's Family Diner.

What was going on?

You thought you were going crazy. Maybe the kids just ran away and got hurt in the woods or something. Maybe someone kidnapped them outside the diner. Maybe the children went missing on their way to the party.

You knew they hadn't, a horrible feeling began to eat its way through the bottom of your stomach. You tried to reevaluate the information in your head, to make some sense of it.

Fredbear's Family Diner opens, then five children attend a birthday party and mysteriously go missing during it, then Fredbear's closes not a week after. William stated it closed because of "electrical issues", and Barbara also said "electrical issues", but there was no mention of electrical issues when reading the article. William was questioned but stayed silent, what was he hiding? There was also a page missing from the newspaper, who took it out? Did William not want you to find something? Why did he still keep a picture of Fredbear's Family Diner in his office then?

You left the library, got in your car, and went home. You had to stop thinking about this. You were way too into your psyche. You needed a good meal and a long nap.

So that's exactly what you did. Once eating, and waking from the nap, your brain was clearer, although the images of the five children never left your brain. Something about them seemed familiar like you had seen them before, but you hadn't moved here until about a year ago, and there was no way you would have heard about them, nor seen them. In fact, although you didn’t talk to many people in town, there was no mention of the kids anywhere. Which was exceptionally strange. How could five children go missing and just be forgotten about?

You shook your head yet again and got into your car. Turning the ignition and leaving for the Pizzeria. You were determined to figure out this mystery, and this time you were much more confident in your abilities to keep the free-roaming animatronics at bay. I mean, how hard could it be? They were just robots.

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thesoftboiledegg · 1 year ago

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Rue 21 is steadily adding new merchandise to the shelves. When I visited the mall, I found a new hoodie:

I'm not sure what's going on here. Something's electrocuting Rick and Morty, but they're weirdly passive about it? Lightning does appear in the title credits, but I think they'd have a stronger reaction to getting zapped.

A new shirt sat next to a stack of Back to the Future tees:

The layout makes a new use out of that worn-out image. It looks like a sci-fi movie poster.

Last year, they stocked Rick and Morty pajama pants when the temperature started to drop. I was hoping I'd see them again this year, and sure enough:

The fabric is so soft and cozy. Unfortunately, I don't wear pajama pants around the house.

I also stopped by the Rue 21 near my place yesterday and found a new item: women's undergarments. The top reminds you to "Avoid the Void" with another appearance from season one.

Back to the mall: the "nerdy" store still had the table crammed with Funko Pops, although it had thinned out a little. Some of you guys showed interest in these last time. I wish I could portal you into this store and cut you loose, lol.

Spencer's still doesn't have much new merchandise. I was hoping for a season seven display, but I guess this is bad timing since they're focused on their Halloween promotion.

Weirdly, Spencer's is one store that never gets new T-shirts. They regularly stock new apparel--socks, wallets, etc.--but the T-shirt selection never changes. Season seven did finally bring one new tee:

Rick gets electrocuted again. Zap!

As always, Pickle Rick and the Rick and Morty cube were crammed among the pillows. Rick's angry face glowered at the bottom. I don't know what he's mad about--Kirby looked pretty happy!

Season four socks. I enjoyed season four, but I need the merchandise to catch up to season five already. Give me Crow Witch Rick apparel!

This weekend also led me to another rural fair. Every craft fair has four or five booths selling tumblers with stolen images. I'm starting to wonder if it's part of an MLM, but it's probably just a quick way to make cash.

Still, how much money can they possibly be making? Everyone's doing it!

I found this same design at another rural fair, and it's also popular for weed paraphernalia. Every time I see it, I think "Why does Rick have a goatee?"

Finally, Five Below had a new poster:

The Fear Hole. Is this from season seven, or is this a reference from an old episode that I'm forgetting? Either way, it clearly didn't work because Morty's still screaming.

#rick and morty #rick sanchez #morty smith #rue 21 #five below #spencer's #roundup

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tanobatcher · 1 month ago

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mingle: part ii

TCW SQUID GAME AU

commander fox (▵ guard) x fem (player) reader

part one is linked here! summary: you survived the third game (mingle) after receiving a hint from your ex-boyfriend, fox, who you now know is an employee here. another vote takes place to decide whether or not to continue the games or go home, but tensions arise between the players as the stakes of survival and victory climb higher. the real question to be asked, though, is who to trust after all this time. and who to choose. warnings: angst, violence, death. basically almost everyone dies sorry... a/n: THIS IS BASED ON THE SQUID GAME S2 FINALE + continuation of part 1 ofc. i wasn't gonna write a part 2 initially but it was requested and i'm honestly happy to be writing about this again lol it's been fun <3 ty to everyone who indulged me on this crossover!! also fives & echo cameo perchance?? last note, i made a mistake in part 1 and said that people who voted to terminate the games get a blue patch but it’s actually red sorry i mixed that up lol idk why that was confusing me. but the reader always had a RED patch on her uniform for clarification! not a big deal ig but i js wanted to fix that lol.

Just when you thought there was enough bloodshed for today, another fight breaks out in the common room where every player cast their third vote this week. It isn't until the exchanged fists turn to the forks given as part of the provided dinner that you hurry back to your room, not wanting to take any chances despite your slimming opportunities for survival. Now it makes sense, though. Everything about this place is a game, which is why there has to be a reason for the utensils that came with the food today. The halls are empty of any guards—another anomaly that tells you this is all meant to happen. You're all supposed to turn on each other one way or another.

You reach your room and lock the door quickly, trying to block out the sounds of people yelling and cursing in the distance. But your imagination betrays you, and bloody images of stab wounds gushing across limp bodies occupy your blurring vision. It's ridiculous but easy to believe that such a trivial object can be used as a lethal weapon when push comes to shove. Something you're supposed to eat a meal with is now driving the remaining numbers down like wildfire. This makes you wonder how many dinners you've shared and how many more you'll lose if you die here. Beyond the hopelessness of your family and friends—figments of your past—you picture him. The one person you would have shared anything with. Your whole life, if that's what he wanted. But he didn't. He doesn't.

Collapsing into your bed, you curl your body into a fetal position and cover your head with your arms to muffle any noise that might disrupt your peace. Unfortunately, all the chaos you're running from is already inside of you. It's plagued your mind, your soul, and your entire existence. There is never a moment when you don't hear gunshots from the eliminations that keep piling like a landfill. So, even if you do end up walking out of here victorious and wealthy, you will never be the winner. You've already lost the moment you decided to come here.

"You in there, 66?" A familiar voice sounds from the other side of the door, accompanied by a gentle knock.

You exhale softly as you stand and approach your door, opening it just a crack like you did last night. But the ones waiting for you on the other side aren't the same men who tried to attack you. Just as you suspected upon hearing this player's voice, you see the two new allies you met during this morning's game. Not only are they identical twins—something you confirmed after speaking with them—but they've also been the most vocal about ending these games. It's easy to tell them apart besides their numbers, though. Player 005 can be distinguished with his goatee, while Player 149 earned a bloody handprint on his uniform a few days ago. Unlike you, he didn't bother to wash it away.

A lump forms in your throat when you see some fresh blood staining both of their clothes, so you don't open the door wider. You just answer, "Yeah. I'm here."

"We're doing a headcount on our side," 005 tells you as his eyes flick between the red patch on your uniform and your face.

"Why's that?" You reply warily.

"Five players were eliminated just before," 149 answers, "More from us means we're at a disadvantage for tomorrow's vote, so we just want to be sure. I think you're the last one."

You nod in understanding. Today's vote resulted in a tie, which could only be the reason for the brewing violence. If only you knew what's in store for the remaining time between now and tomorrow.

"So...what's it looking like?" You ask before grimacing and shaking your head, "I can't believe they have us wanting other people dead."

149 purses his lips and exchanges a glance with his equally solemn brother. "Two players were eliminated from us."

Three from them. That part is left unspoken, but you hear it loud and clear. It should feel like a win since it tips the scales for tomorrow. Your comment from earlier still stands, though. A bubbling nausea grips your throat as you realize just how sick and twisted this place forces you to view others' lives. The players who voted to continue the games might appear like your enemy, but a larger threat looms. It's easy to forget that, but it's the reason why you're stuck here in the first place. You instinctively look up at the ceiling—the direction in which this reason stands safely behind closed doors. All the bastards who run this place.

"You're thinking what I'm thinking, aren't you?" 005 speaks up, drawing your gaze to eye level again.

When all you do is just stare back at him blankly, he says, "Up there. That's where this can all end."

You don't mean to scoff, but the quiet sound escapes your lips nonetheless. "Yeah, but we're down here. They just want us to squabble among ourselves—it keeps the games going anyway."

"Exactly. Don't you think it's all just trying to distract us from what we should really be doing?"

149 lightly knocks the back of his hand against his brother's chest. "Hey. Don't waste her time with your bullshit."

"It's not bullshit, and I know you agree with me," 005 dismisses before turning back to you, "The guards are the problem. If we can get through them, we can end everything by tomorrow morning. Fuck the votes—we should do this on our terms."

"They have guns," you say bluntly, "In case you forgot."

005 takes out a bloody fork from his pocket, pointing at you despite your obvious flinch. "We're not completely defenseless anymore."

"I'm still not convinced," you sigh before shrugging and moving to close the door, "But if you're trying to die a hero, go ahead. Just make sure you have a plan."

"We do, actually," 149 says quietly, glancing down the hallway with a wary expression, "And we have the manpower."

You raise your eyebrows at this and pause. "So, you're serious."

"What? You wanna help us fight?" 005 asks.

"Fight? The guards?" you reply as you suddenly feel lightheaded.

It's now becoming more clear to you what's going on. You don't know much about these two—why they're here, who they are, and what they're thinking—but the fire in their eyes has always been there. And if they really believe taking down the system from the inside out is the best possible option for the players, then they would be willing to kill any guard along the way. Including...

"Yeah," comes a reply that sounds muffled through your own distraction, "They deserve this. Everything about this fucked up place is wrong.”

You swallow the growing lump in your throat and look down at your feet. Bloodstains from today’s game stare back at you, proving 005’s point. The guards have never hesitated to eliminate players, and they do so without so much as blinking an eye or uttering a single breath. But after seeing Fox last night…it’s more difficult to believe everyone wearing pink is the enemy. You still feel his lips against yours, his hands grabbing your skin, and the ache he left behind between your legs. If he was here now, you’d complain about how the soreness from last night nearly got you killed today. And if nothing had changed between the two of you, he’d kiss your forehead and murmur a smug apology. Just like that, you realize he still has you wrapped around his finger like a pathetic wind-up doll waiting for his love. You want to believe he's searching for you, too, somewhere inside that cold heart you can barely get your hands on.

"They can't all be that bad," you whisper, but your voice sounds weak and unconvinced.

Still, 005's gaze hardens as he replies, "Have you been playing with your eyes closed?"

"No," you snap, "I just don't know if your plan is even worth going through with. More players will die than guards anyway—you know that, right? You could die."

"It's a risk we have to take if we want to stop this," 149 interjects as he pulls away from your doorframe, "When the lights go out, I'd stay here if I were you. The others aren't so happy about their casualties."

"You think there's going to be more fighting?" You ask, already knowing the answer to this question.

Of course, there's going to be more fighting. The players who voted to continue the games have fewer people to maintain this choice for tomorrow, which means players like you are in danger. And you don't know if Fox is going to be there for you like last night. You don't even know if he's going to make it to morning either—not anymore. Not when everything is coming apart on both sides of this uphill battle that never seems to end. Those who seek to finish this will only spill more blood to do so. Including their own.

You look between the two brothers standing before you—first at 149 and then at 005. Their silence answers your question, so you only nod in response and close your door with a definitive click to lock yourself inside. There's no goodbye or good luck, for this place does not have any room for such formalities. This place is dirty, so your words rot in your throat like aged flesh. You're bleeding from the inside, nothing more than a carcass, as you drop back down onto your bed and squeeze your eyes shut while awaiting the lights out period. And when that finally comes, you stand once again and push your bed against the door as a shitty last resort to any outside threats. The screaming has already started once again, and you wonder where the twins' plan fits into all of this.

Your heart leaps in your chest as the uniform and synced sound of footsteps hurrying down the hall eventually begins to thunder past your room. A moment of hesitation strikes your nerves before you leap up from the floor and shove your bed away, allowing you to open your door just a crack despite the risk someone might come in and kill you right then and there. But all you see is exactly what you suspected—a series of guards in a single file running toward the common room where all of this chaos must be occurring. The lump in your throat returns with a bad feeling in your stomach for no reason other than the fact that you remember what 005 told you less than an hour ago. This fight among the players right now...it has to be bait for the guards to settle it down and ensure there are enough people for tomorrow. And when the opportunity nears, there's no doubt they'll strike exactly where it hurts. A grand plan, you think to yourself.

"Inside. Now," a guard tells you as he stops in front of your room.

You look at him before glancing down the hallway, where his peers have already left him behind. "Fox?"

A grainy sigh sounds from beneath his mask as he grabs your arm and tries to push you back into your room. "Just stay inside until morning. Don't open the door for anyone."

Your eyes widen before you fist the front of his uniform and pull him closer. "You can't go out there."

"Let go of me," he tells you, not understanding the sudden panic in your expression and tone.

You shake your head and squeeze your hands, bunching the fabric so tightly that your knuckles turn white. "You don't understand. You can't go—just stay here. With me. Please."

He seems to falter at this, loosening his grip on your arm just a bit. You feel this change in pressure, giving you the chance to seize him with both hands and yank him into your room. It all happens so fast that he's caught off guard, too, but you're already shutting the door with your back pressed against the cold metal surface before he can leave again. Something inside of you is trying to prevent you from telling him what's about to happen—the uprising that's way overdue in your eyes—and it's failing miserably. You don't say anything yet, though, just heaving a sigh as you press your entire weight back and watch him through your bewildered eyes. He turns around slowly, almost menacingly, and meets your frightened stare despite his concealed face.

"What the fuck are you doing?" He hisses, coming toward you with his gun slung around his shoulder, "Let me out. Now."

"I can't," your voice breaks.

"I don't want to have to hurt you," he says in a low voice, "But you need to move out of my way."

You shake your head, not saying anything. He doesn't understand why your lips are quivering, but he recognizes your fear. It surprises him, though. Even last night, you didn't look this afraid. But now you know what scares you more than your own death. His.

Your stomach drops when you suddenly hear gunfire over his responding voice, and you quickly realize this is what the twins had in store earlier. Never before have there been real firefights to calm brawls in the common room, but that only means they were successful. Somewhat. You're not sure until you hear radio chatter from Fox's pocket. The word "retreat" also sounds from the alarms across the facility, loud and decisive like a final effort of salvation for which guards remain. How the players even got a hold of their weapons is beyond you, but you don't care. You only sink to the floor with your arms covering your ears, closing your eyes as the world begins to spin. It's all too much. And you're tired of surviving. You're so, very tired.

Fox is suddenly right in front of you, crouching on his haunches as he pulls his mask away from his face. His expression is level despite the orders coming from his radio channel, but you notice a dark glower in his eyes. He takes you by the chin roughly, forcing you to look at him while asking, "Did you know this would happen?"

"No," you whisper, "I didn't know—I only heard—"

He narrows his eyes at you and presses his thumb into your chin. "What did you hear?"

"I don't know!"

"Who the fuck are you trying to protect right now?"

"YOU!" You scream, shoving at his shoulders so hard that he nearly tips back, "And you don't even fucking deserve it!"

He's quiet at this, so you grab his gun by the barrel and point it at his chest. "You wouldn't hesitate to kill me if I was eliminated today. Right? Don't deny it."

"Is that what this is about?" He pulls his gun away from his body and tosses it across the floor, "You're all taking your revenge?"

You don't say anything because, at this point, you don't know what you're doing. All you know is that everything about this situation is fucked up and wrong—just like 005 said. And yet, you can't bear the thought of him or 149 or anyone else killing the man you still think you can remember after all this time. Even if it feels like you've forgotten each other, you're sitting in front of him now. You recognize everything about him. It's only the clothes he wears and the words he speaks that clench your heart in doubtful question. But if you close your eyes, and if you refuse to listen, you'll find that reaching out and touching him isn't so bad. It's familiar—the curve of his lips. Yes, you know these lips. They've kissed you so many times. You know these hands, for they've held you throughout all your rainy days and warm nights. This is still Fox. Fox. Your Fox.

"If I don't report back to my room, they'll know something's wrong," he says as he pushes your hands away from him, "I have to go."

"Or they'll think you died in there," you counter, clutching his forearms and pulling him closer before he can stand.

"So, what then?" He scoffs, "You're holding me hostage here?"

"I don't know."

"Yeah, but you knew this would happen. Don't lie to me."

The distrust in his voice makes you angry, but you're too exhausted to continue this push and pull. Leaning back against the door, you tell him, "I know some people are unhappy about this whole thing. This feels inevitable if you're going to keep us here against our will. You've seen the fucked up things we have to do every day—"

"You're not here against your will. You signed a contract. You're given a vote to choose between leaving or staying. Your participation has always been voluntary from the beginning."

The words sting like acid that you swallow and bury in the pit of all the other half-truths you don't care about anymore. A shaky breath sounds from your lips as tears well in your waterline, blurring your vision even though you want to see him right now. You're looking straight at him, but his figure is foggy and almost invisible. Still, you open your mouth despite the weakness in your voice.

"I'm just so tired, Fox."

The room is silent other than a distant announcement in the background telling players to stay in their rooms or risk elimination. Fox's throat bobs as your words sink into his skin like knives, stabbing and ripping him apart. But he doesn't say anything. He can't. You wipe your eyes furiously, not wanting to cry, but more confessions spill out of your system instead of the tears you're trying to suppress.

"I'm tired," you say again, "And I'm scared. I don't want to die here. I want to go home—with you—and I just want to start over."

You expect him to shoot this down. Maybe he'll tell you this isn't possible, even if you do end up surviving this place. Maybe he'll remind you that he can't leave—certainly not with you—or maybe he'll lie and say he doesn't want to. Your mind circles through all of these possible responses, but you hear none of them. Instead, you feel a strong pair of arms come around your trembling body. You're enveloped in a warm embrace as Fox pulls you into his lap, just cradling you against his chest while stroking one hand through your hair. And maybe, just maybe, you feel that everything is going to be okay. One way or another. He hasn't held you like this in ages.

A sob chokes your breathing, so you wrap your arms around his neck and turn your face into the crook of his neck to muffle the sound. He holds you tighter, just resting his chin on your shoulder with a calm heartbeat you try to follow. But it's no use. Once the floodgates have opened, it's hard to stop them. You're crying harder now, unable to catch your breath or form words that might slow everything down. Life is passing by so fast you can't keep up. Fox inhales deeply and pulls back to cup the side of your face with one hand, brushing his gloved thumb across your wet skin. You don't know that he's afraid to touch your sorrow with his bare hands after all the blood he's spilled throughout the past few years.

"I want you to go home, too," he murmurs, "But when you do, I want you to forget about me. And I want you to meet someone who deserves you."

"No," you shake your head, "Don't say that."

He kisses you on the forehead, and he suddenly feels exactly like the Fox you once knew. "I mean it."

You stare at him as your tears begin to slow, twisting your grip on his uniform even though he's made no move to leave yet. He relaxes you into another embrace, speaking low and gently in your ear despite the violence and terror he's capable of.

"You'll be fine if you just stay in here," he says, "Understand?"

"What about you?" You whisper, your voice muffled into his chest.

His breath hitches, but he's calm when he replies, "I can't stay."

"Why not?"

The question is answered when you hear more radio chatter from his pocket—a voice telling him and other guards on the same channel to block off any entrance to the control room. Echoing blasts of gunfire suddenly sound from above you, bouncing across this facility as an indication of what's happening. The picture painting itself in your head shows you that the players in this plan are really pushing through, but it's hard to say if they'll succeed under all this firepower. There can't have been many volunteers willing to fight alongside the twins, especially not the remaining elderly or the cowardly men just staring at the money prize in the common room all night. So, a sinking feeling in your stomach tells you that the players upstairs are outnumbered and soon to be eliminated. They technically already are, given the announcements. All players not returned to their rooms are eliminated. Eliminated. It just repeats over and over again, ignored under the sounds of shooting and screaming.

"I have to go," he touches your cheek before reaching for his gun on the floor.

You plant your hands on his shoulders and remain in his lap. "Please."

Unsurprisingly, he stands with you in his arms and tries to place you on your bed. You're still hanging onto him, and the sight would've been comically ridiculous if not for the circumstances that draw your body closer to his. He sighs exasperatedly, eventually managing to undo your arms and legs from his upper half without hurting you. His demeanor is rigid and cold once again when he pulls his mask over his face again and picks his gun off the floor, but you know he's afraid. For what reason, you're not sure of.

"You can't do this," you try for good measure, "You'll kill them—or they'll kill you."

You flinch when he checks his gear, hearing and seeing him load his gun with a full magazine from his pocket. "I know."

"It's not right."

"They should have thought of that before starting this."

You stop him just as he passes your bed, loosely holding onto his forearm. He could just keep moving if he wanted to—you're not gripping him that tightly—but he doesn't. He simply looks down at you where you're seated, waiting for your reply.

"It's not too late to do the right thing," you tell him, not even knowing yourself what that is. Only he will if that's the choice he's considering. If that's what he knows can save him from the life he's condemned himself to. But he merely takes your hand from his arm, squeezes it once, and lets it fall to your side with a definitive rejection. You look down at your lap, feeling your eyes grow heavier all of a sudden. You've bled yourself dry of any more tears, though, so you see him perfectly when you stare up at him. It's crystal clear, your vision. It's steady. It doesn't crumble, but he does. You hear it in his voice when he speaks, and you know now just how weak this place has made him. Just how far this job has destroyed him, only to wake him back up every morning for the same bloodshed. Over and over again.

"I'm sorry," he whispers, his voice strained like he's swallowing glass, "I'm always sorry."

You're stunned to a numb silence as he leaves, not even letting you react. It might kill him if he did. You only stand and say, "Fox. Fox," when he steps out of your room, but the door quickly shuts and locks before his footsteps depart in a hurry. Your first instinct is to follow him, which is why your hand reaches for the doorknob without thinking. The continuously repeated announcements stop you, though. Any players not returned to their rooms are eliminated. Eliminated. A chill runs down your spine when you hear more gunfire on top of this robotic voice, sending all sorts of questions about who's survived so far. 005? 149? And now...Fox. It feels weird to hope for his life over anyone else. He's a guard. The perpetrator of all the violence you've experienced these past few days.

But he’s also just Fox. The man you fell in love with all those years ago. The man you searched for in every face going forward after he disappeared and ended up here. The man of your wildest dreams but also your greatest nightmares. He’s everything to you. No matter how hard you try to move on, whether by your own determination or his desire, you’ll always be stuck in his circle. It’s dizzying, going round and round until you can’t see straight. You can witness every dimension of this world, but it’s his arms you want to fall into every time you feel like you’re going to tip over. What’s more, though, is how badly you wish he could feel the same. Your hopes are chasing an endless line that’s parallel to his, never touching. But he’s just Fox above all of these truths. How can you ignore that?

You can't. Just like you can't ignore the gunfire that's resumed a few levels above your room. It's terrifying to think about how many players are still left standing, only because you know this won't last until the morning. Eventually, they'll be overpowered, and their rebellion will amount to nothing. But you're not thinking about 005, 149, or anyone else fighting for your side. You're thinking about the one person you shouldn't. It's just Fox you see in your vision. He's all you see when you leave your room, hardly paying attention to the looming announcements echoing across the halls. Any players not returned to their rooms are eliminated. Eliminated.

The flight of stairs you take to the upper levels grows bloodier and bloodier the further you walk toward the shooting. Your heart is pounding in your ears, intensifying every time you see the corpse of a player or a guard in passing. They're lying so still they almost look the same to you. It's just their clothes that set them apart, but they're all bleeding a dark red that sends an uncomfortable shudder down your spine. But you carry forward, not wanting to believe that Fox is already dead at the hands of someone you can trust a lot more than him. The question of whether or not he cares about your life—if he'd spare you when given the opportunity to choose—is long gone in your mind. It's unanswered simply because you're not the only one at stake anymore. And now, you know exactly who you'd choose if faced with the same dilemma. Maybe that's why you'll never be like him.

"Fox," you whisper under your breath as you frantically search for him through the corridors. You don't even know how you'll identify him, but your mind is already devoid of any logical reasoning at this point. After all, you've been eliminated. You're out of your room. You're running out of time, but so is he.

A hand suddenly grabs you by the sweater and pulls you behind a wall with bullet holes already ripped through the material. You gasp before looking at who's taken you by surprise like this, nearly stumbling back when you see the blood-smeared face staring back at you. It's Player 005, and he looks utterly defeated despite his hard gaze.

"What are you doing here?" He hisses, wincing in pain a bit as he pulls you closer.

You twist out of his grip with a sudden guilt clawing at your throat. "I…"

Your gaze drops lower to where his other hand is pressed against his side, covering a messy wound that twists your stomach. "You're hurt."

"It's nothing," he dismisses, "You're a little late to the party, honestly."

"I know," you close your eyes and shake your head, knowing better than to reveal why you really left your room, "Where's your brother?"

No answer. You look at the somber face in front of you as the gravity of this situation settles in, weighing heavily against your racing heart.

"I'm sorry," you whisper, but he's practically ignoring you with how glazed over his expression is becoming through every passing breath that sounds more labored than the one before. He seems to be running out of time, too. That's the real commodity of these games.

"You should probably leave," he tells you, "They're clearing this whole area out."

"Are you all that's left?"

"I don't know."

You purse your lips and wonder if Fox is drawing nearer with the rest of the guards who are searching for any remaining survivors. A moment of truth strikes your nerves again—a dilemma that beckons for a better choice. A second chance to do the right thing, whatever that may be. Inhaling a shaky breath, you pull your sweater off and tie it around 005's waist tightly to staunch the bleeding that hasn't yet slowed throughout your conversation. He sucks his teeth in pain, and you apologize quietly, but your words cannot heal this fragmented destiny.

"We'll go together," you tell him, "You'll never make back it alone."

"If I leave now, this would have all been for nothing."

"That'll also be true if you die here, too."

He draws his eyebrows together and looks at you strangely. But before you know it, he's leaning against you with his arm around your shoulder as you try to hold him upright with all your strength. It's a long way back to the rooms, but you feel closer and closer after every step forward. A flicker of hope warms your heart and deceives you into believing everything has been resolved. If you and 005 make it back alive without anyone noticing, then you can evade elimination. And, in turn, you won't have to worry about Fox being on the other end of a player's trigger. This will all be over. For everyone. It's a grand plan.

"You didn't come back for me, did you?" 005's strained voice sounds in your ear.

You feel that pang of guilt return, but you push it back down into the bed of all your silent lies. "Just be grateful that I did."

"I am," he says, "Thank you."

You turn your face a bit to smile at him, thinking you can afford to do so. Because you really think you made it even when the stairs are still winding down and the rooms are still out of reach. You're about to reply, "Don't thank me yet," but the unfairness of it all does it for you. Right when you open your mouth, a singular shot fires. You flinch at the sound, but it's not your flesh that meets the impact of this blow to your plan. It's someone else, and he's suddenly not in your arms anymore. He's on the ground, drawing one final breath as blood convulses from his lips and chest. There's a gaping hole right through his heart, but you're too shocked to even register any of it. Instead, you're waiting for the same thing to happen to you, but nothing comes.

Suddenly, a louder bullet tears through the air in the distance. It's farther away, but it feels more powerful than anything you've heard before. You're frozen in fear as the guard approaching you with his gun raised crumples to the floor just a few feet away, revealing a nearly identical figure in the background. He's wearing the same pink uniform, of course, but you know exactly which face is underneath that mask. Fox, you think to yourself, still unable to move. He comes toward you, lowering his gun and reaching forward with both hands. They cup your face and lift your gaze to his, but your eyes keep gravitating toward 005.

"I told you to stay inside," Fox breathes harshly.

"I thought something would happen to you," your words tumble out in a panic, "And—I thought—I could help—"

Fox shakes his head and squeezes his hold on you a bit. "Don't look at him. Look at me. Are you hearing me right now?"

You stare at him and nod robotically, feeling a cold sweat break out across your forehead. Your chest is rising and falling faster now, uncontrollably distracted from what's important right now—your survival.

"We're going to go back to your room," he says in a low voice, "And we're going to act like this never happened. Do you understand?"

You nod again. "Okay."

"Okay. Let's go."

He takes you by the hand and tugs you forward, hardly letting you steady yourself on your own feet with how fast and abrupt he's moving. You're taken by surprise but have no choice other than to follow him, lacing your fingers together. The pressure of his hand engulfed around yours is nostalgic, just like the night you spent together yesterday. Countless dates swarm your memories as he leads you along the blood-stained corridors, even though this situation is devoid of any romantic context. But you still find yourself looking at him as he keeps his gaze trained forward like a soldier at constant attention. This moment alone tells you his choice after all. It's not him who would kill you in here.

Not him.

"Stop."

The hairs on the back of your neck stand at the sound of this new voice. Fox seems to instinctively obey this command, halting dead in his tracks before turning around slowly. You do the same, finding yourself staring straight at a man dressed in black with a square mask covering his face. He looks important. And, judging from the way Fox's hand suddenly loosens in yours, he feels important. He walks forward, lethally calm, with a revolver at his side. Soon enough, he's bearing down on you and Fox, no doubt flicking his curious gaze between the two of you. His head tilts toward your joined hands before he straightens his posture again, not saying anything just yet. You swallow hard, but you don't cower.

"Eliminate her. She's eliminated."

Fox stirs from beside you. "She wasn't involved in the firefights."

The man in black tips his head back a little, and the noise he makes in response is so quiet you almost can't tell it's a sadistic chuckle. "I gave you an order. Are you saying you won't do it?"

"I..."

You squeeze your eyes shut and inhale deeply before brushing your thumb across Fox's knuckles. He looks at you, apologetic, even though he can't say the words. But it's okay. You know everything is going to be okay now.

So, you tell him this. Smiling, with tears slipping down your cheeks, you tell him, "It's okay." He shakes his head, and you know what's trying to reply. No, it's not.

Out of the corner of your eye, you see the man in black's arm suddenly extended with his revolver in hand. You feel Fox grab you, but the moment is too quick. Some people just have more time to spare than others. This bullet is quiet, somehow, and you barely hear it. You barely feel it, too. It goes straight through the center of your chest, leaving your heart intact for your final moments. You still have time to think as you fall to the ground with Fox's arms cradling your quivering figure. Yes, you finally have time now. You have all the time in the world.

"Happy birthday!" You exclaimed when the door pushed open slowly. Fox stepped into his dimly lit entrance, not expecting you to be inside his apartment. He looked at you a bit warily for a moment, shrugging off his coat as you held a cupcake to his stoic face.

"Is this for me?" He watched you light the candle, raising his eyebrows a bit when you struggled to catch a flame. But it finally does, and you moved closer so he can make his wish for the year.

"Yeah," you rolled your eyes, "Who else would it be for?"

He paused, his expression still flat, until a subtle smile broke the tension creasing his forehead. You couldn't help but smile back, feeling butterflies as he kept his gaze fixated on yours even while blowing out the candle. It was quiet and gentle, just like the wish he made. But when you asked him what it was, he just shrugged and said, "Can't tell you."

"You won't even tell me? Your girlfriend?"

A deep laugh sounded from his chest as he braced his hands around your waist and pulled you closer. You held the cupcake away from your colliding bodies when he kissed you, embracing you tightly while sealing your lips together. You would have kissed him forever if you could. But forever is a long time, and that was just something you didn't have.

"Fuck," Fox's voice brings you back to reality, "No, no, no—"

You cough a bit, tasting blood. It doesn't taste good, but you ignore your dislike for it and reach upward to cup the side of his face. He closes his eyes and leans into your touch, pressing his hand over yours to keep it there.

"I'm sorry," he whispers.

Your lips crack into a smile that's rimmed with a shade of red that will haunt him for the rest of his time alive. So, you tell him something from the bottom of your heart that you hope will ease his pain going forward.

"I forgive you."

The world begins to darken, and his voice suddenly sounds more distant. You think he's yelling now—maybe he's angry—but you're not sure. You can't really hear or see anything anymore. You can only feel him hold you as you take your last breath, wondering where you'll be after this is all over. You hope that wherever that is, it'll be with him at your dinner table. That's all.

"Player 066. Eliminated."

#commander fox x reader #commander fox #tcw commander fox #the clone wars x reader #the clone wars #the clones #clone x reader #star wars clones #star wars #star wars au #squid game au #squid game s2 #clone troopers #fives x reader #fives and echo

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abetterdaaye · 1 year ago

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Alright, I said I’d circle back to Mickey addressing Kev as Steven Seagal so here I am and here are my brain drippings about it.

While on their sleepover in S3, we get to see Mickey making dinner for his babe (pizza rolls from the oven!) while they’re having an adorably passionate discussion on Steven Seagal vs Jean-Claude Van Damme. Mickey asserts that Ian must be out of his damn mind because has he seen that fucking ponytail?! lol (It is a powerful ponytail). The scene continues with banter, chuckling, a shared cigarette, and lingering tender glances. We know shit goes awry for this couple the very next morning so I’m going to mentally fast forward us to S4.

Ian’s back but no one knows exactly where he is. Lip asks Mandy who then charges Mickey with finding Ian. (I maintain that Mickey would’ve gone to look for him sooner if Lip has asked him directly). Mickey gets dressed in a button down and nice jeans and once Kev enters the scene, we learn that Mickey is smelling goodt! Mickey denies the use of cologne and he and Kev get into a very them debate about men’s soap being pube-y (😂). Eventually, they circle back to why Kev is there. Kev wants a gun because he was robbed that morning and all of their collective money is gone. This obviously pisses Mickey off who should’ve also been wondering why Kev didn’t lead with that information rather than asking him why he smelled good. In the ensuing argument conversation, though, Mickey re-names Kev, telling Svetlana that “Steven Seagal here let somebody steal all our cash.”

Honestly, calling Kev Steven Seagal wasn’t at all a reach based on his build and dark ponytail + goatee combo buuuuuuutttttt…

My brain can’t help tugging together Mickey’s teenaged admiration of Seagal to this conversation with Kev (who is objectively gorgeous) and coupling that with Mickey’s later admonishment for Kev to put pants on (S11) because he’s turning him on a little bit.

Your honor, the attraction was always there!

(Sorry for the ramble but also thanks for reading!)

#shameless #shameless us #shameless meta #mickey milkovich #Gallavich meta

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goatpaste · 2 years ago

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Sometimes I wonder why Josukes hair is made fun of the most in the fandom when we have other sillier hairstyles that are worth making fun of

its a lil funny!

like, the pomp has always been one of my favirote hair styles like, i faWN over the look i think its the coolest

its literally why i KNEW josuke would be my favirotest guy before i even touched jojos with a 10 ft pole lol

like,,, you walk into part 5 and its no competition literall y 😭

like sorry to immediately jab at fugo but his manga hair...

but what the fuck is thiiis

and he isnt even the worst of p5, like this is a mess but at least he's a greasy teen. the adults? where could i even beGIn with them they look aweful. Doppio? Cioccolata?? what the fuck are these ppl dOIn

... wekapipos fuckin woven basket lookin hair and goatee...

JOSHU AND HIS UNFLATTERING AS FUCK HAIRCUT, ADOPT A HAIR STYLE THAT FITS YOUR FACE BETTER YOU FUCK, kEEP up with the rest of your families look swag

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alex-turners-world · 1 year ago

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Do this journalist and Ashley Resse go to the same "journalist school" or something? I mean, what is this interview? She literally starts her article by offending him "Awful goatee". Wtf? And she continues with "useless at verbal communication".

She asks such unprofessional questions. Like about his personal life, that tax thing, what he spends his money on. Why? Ask him about his music, his inspiration. No wonder he took such long pauses in between as she mentioned. He probably thought how dumb she was lol.

And ending it all with this "I just wish he could be less enthusiastic about the goatee."

Oh man, I hope she got fired, cause it's a really bad interview. And we wonder why Alex gave so few interviews for The Car.

Just want to point out a few things.

“Yeah, I’m not sure it was deserving of that response honestly, but you just can’t make a joke like that.”

Alex said that after she asked him about Miles's incident with that interviewer.

Makes me think about his girlfriend that liked a joke about r*pe. Wonder what he thinks about that. If he knows even.

“Maybe they’re forced to be that way through the way it’s gone,” he says. “I seem to remember feeling like I hadn’t given sufficient consideration to these issues to be able to discuss them, which I’m not sure is necessarily a bad attitude towards it. They often are complex. It can go too far the other way, where people feel forced to talk about it, but they haven’t given it too much thought. There is a pressure on you now to think about stuff, which is not unhealthy.” Reminds me of *cough* Louise's fake and ignorant activism *cough*

Oh and I really think Alex shouldn't go to the shop while the journalist was at his house. Who knows maybe she wandered around the house like a creep 😬

By the way, maybe someone has a link of that interview from 2011?

#the story of a one horrible interview #alex turner #arctic monkeys

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tropicalfreckles · 2 years ago

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Sometimes I wonder if I'm trans but then I'm like I like being a girl too and also going by she/they. But ever since I was like a teenager I kind of wanted to be a boy sometimes, but that got repressed hard cause of y'know it being the 2000s and having not so open minded parents or any positive queer talks around me. (it's why it took me a decade to realize I wasn't straight and longer than that to realize I identify as more than just as a woman).

Gender envy started hitting me more when I surrounded myself with more positive queer outlooks and grew out of my shitty narrow minded views from when I was a teenager.

I think actually questioning my gender might've come from younger than when I was a teen (but then, again, y'know I had no point of reference for it) because I always liked how men's fashion was. But I also liked how beautiful women were too.

I think it's the reason why I love giving characters I design facial hair and stuff, like I always wondered why I liked goatees so much and maybe it's because sometimes I kind of want one lol.

#it's almost pride month and it's making me question my gender more and more again #it's nice tho that i can just be open about it #it feels so good cause i'm not out to most of my family and only out to my friends really

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whimsicalcotton · 9 months ago

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Salutations, I’m here for yet another ramble session, this time for Chapter 3! Thanks for the music rec, I love Starset and the remix of Satellite is fire. I’ve got one (technically two) in return for you, there’s this awesome LiS animatic on yt that goes with Bastille’s “Good Grief” and it destroyed me more than the tornado destroyed Arcadia Bay. Sometimes I wonder why it’s in one of my daily commute playlists because the chances of me crashing skyrocket solely due to the tears coming out of nowhere (I’m mostly joking). I can’t watch the video as much as I want to because then I’d be a wreck for a good hour or two lol. In case you have seen it before though since it does have a lot of views, another song I'd rec is “What The Water Gave Me” by F+TM. It’s very much so a ‘Pricefield facing the storm’ moment. Anyways, let’s start (just uh, ignore how long this ask is k thx)!

The CWs in the author’s note are a grade-A whumpfest I must say. Yesss, put Max through terrors that are all too comprehensible. She is but a webkinz repeatedly getting soaked in milk (angst) and thrown against a wall (more angst). “So much to protect. So much to lose.” YEAH YEAH YOU GET IT. In the game, no matter which ending is picked, Max suffers. She either has to let her best friend die—without her ever knowing what they went through together and believing Max abandoned her—that the last time Chloe heard her voice wasn’t face to face, but what was recorded on the ‘Farewell’ tape. Or, she has to live with the fact she orphaned Chloe and doomed her hometown with hundreds, potentially thousands, of people in it. In short, “It's not fucking fair.” is quite an accurate assessment. It’s okay though, that’s why fanfiction exists. So things get worse before they get better lol. “Home is loose tank tops and leather jackets. Home is scuffed boots and scruffy hat-hair. Home is blue eyes and a bullet necklace.” Call me a starving termite the way I’m chewing on drywall. For Max, home isn’t a place, it’s a person and that person is Chloe Price!!! I like how each sentence gives a pair of physical attributes, each building up the impression Max has of Chloe, what sticks out to her. “Listen, Max, you can pussy out if you want, but I won't let that bastard touch her again.” Chloe is blinded by grief, Max is blinded by love, and they’re both doomed just the same. I wonder how the Chloe of this timeline will react once she learns about it, if Max will tell her at all. “They’re so far apart. Max wishes she could move, if only to reach for her.” To cope with the pain I’m imagining them as Spongebob and Patrick when they were drying up in the movie but it’s not working. I’m not sure why I did that I’M STILL REALLY SAD. Maybe sadder than before :[. “Maybe one of these days she'll get the guts to kill him herself.” It’s what he deserves. Jefferson is so abhorrent and him getting satisfied at Max’s anger is pissing me off. Really well done, makes me want to grab him by the pixelated goatee through the screen with a pair of tongs and slam dunk him into a huge bucket filled with those crabs that ate Amelia Earhart. Max has earned at least a couple of free stabbings tbh.

The whole marshfield scene has me doing the Minecraft Steve damage sound effect on loop. This is the closest I’ll ever get to being in the medical field, lemme dissect it (tenderly). “Any wrong movement, even the semi-conscious sway of dizziness, could spell disaster.” Juxtaposed with the aforementioned all-encompassing need to run, to move, is *chef’s kiss*. An impossible tightrope, one she’s bound to lose balance on. When Max is thinking such a specific movement ‘could’ spell disaster indicates (to me) it did, at least before. The implications are implicating… Max, so worn down from everything, going to the roof once more, each meticulously worded sentence born from her bloodstained losses. But just as she knows she’s starting to get through to Kate, just as she can see her changing her mind, her own body betrays her. Regardless of if it’s a slight tremor or a more prominent wobble, all of Max’s progress disintegrates. Kate stumbles away from her and into the open air. How devastated was she? How deep into her bones (into her marrow hehe) did this particular failure gouge? “They really are kindred spirits.” I’m obsessed. This is the most explicit Max has gotten about her despair-induced thoughts and it’s during a flashback of someone else enacting what she would never admit to being enticed by out loud. They were both victims of the Dark Room, but Max wouldn’t confide in Kate before, since she’d see it as her being unnecessarily burdened. And there’s no way she can do it now, when Kate doesn’t know her anymore and wouldn’t have been taken at all. “Still, some part of her longs to join Kate up there, to take her hand and say, ‘Let’s go together.’” She doesn’t care where, as long as it’s far away from all of the death and destruction. Ough ough ough. Big ‘King and Lionheart’ OMaM vibes.

Okay I’m normal again. “At least she’ll be with William again, for a minute or two.” Nevermind ._. Max is the one who has to rip her away and back into the world of the living, Orpheus coded fr. It’s interesting that her thoughts are pointing to a potential afterlife. I don’t think Max really believes in one, it’s just another lie she’s telling herself as consolation. She has to convince herself it exists because if there isn’t one, then both father and daughter are truly dead and rotting in the ground due to her decisions. And that would be too much for her to bear, even if she can wipe away the fallout of her shortcomings with the wave of a hand. “Sometimes, she finds herself tempted to jump in the way. She wants to know what it would feel like.” Max Caulfield, my blorbo who is an average hipster with no issues whatsoever =). An understandable desire stemming from curiosity and nothing else, definitely. But, if Max dies or gets trapped somewhere without a photo, she can’t save anyone. She says it best: “She can’t do anything other than watch and rewind.” I love the sequence of everyone calling for her, some pleading, others concerned, all demanding attention. Attention she freely gives although it stretches her thinner and thinner. The static growing painful as her name becomes sandpaper to her ears. Death by a thousand cuts, no matter how well-intentioned some of them are. Max’s lapse of attention and subsequent panic at the train tracks mirrors how I felt when I played the game. I kept on rewinding every five seconds because I didn’t know if the failsafe time freeze thing would apply if anyone but Max was in mortal danger and I didn’t want her to get traumatized from seeing Chloe get run over. “She should be the one to take the fall, but she's been cursed with another purpose.” Pricefield cursed soulmates real. I like the buildup to Chloe jumping off the lighthouse’s cliff, I switched my music to thunderstorm bg audio and Spanish Sahara because I was feeling a little bit silly :)c. 10/10, would cry again.

GET HER ASS RACHEL!!!! I have this WIP fic that’s never seeing the light outside of google drive hell, but a line I think is neat compares Max to a deer with its head stuck in an active electric fence, which I think represents her pretty well in this fic too. The way she doesn’t stop struggling immediately, but her resistance is weakened the instant Chloe gets mentioned >>>. “She’s weak. She’s useless, she’s– ‘You’re hurt.’” Only one of those sentences is true, spoiler: it’s not the first two. Max is the most powerful person on the planet (excepting some wildly OP main character from a future LiS game) and boneheadedly stubborn != useless. “she would have opted to just collapse into the nearest trash pile and bury herself in it” She’s not beating the raccoon allegations. I get the train of logic that she doesn’t want to be found if Rachel or Chloe had decided to check the hideout, but seriously, not the boat or bus, places that aren’t literal dirt and garbage? Represents her mental state perfectly, no notes. I adore the conversation between Rachel and Max, the pushing and pulling. The awe they both feel. Two souls never destined to meet, but Max ripping a hole through spacetime and making it happen anyway. The hints dropped, for each other and the audience. Something something, maybe the immovable object and unstoppable force both long for the collision. “I've ripped her from the jaws of death. I tore you from your grave with my own bare hands.” Ngl, there should be more messed up fanart of Max cradling a dead body in her arms as she’s covered in blood, like all of the Marcille Dungeon Meshi fanart I’ve seen. She sees enough corpses to make it plausible is what I’m saying. “Such a peculiar, perseverant creature Max has found herself in the jaws of.” Y'know how golden retrievers can keep eggs in their mouths without breaking if they’re gentle about biting down? Imagine that but with Rachel as a lion and Max as a hare. OK thank you for coming to my TEDTalk <3.

My finals and the semester’s wrapping up so I should have the next one out sooner (I say, as I’m procrastinating studying while writing this). What you’ve posted about chapter 6 is hype, very very excited :D. Once again, thanks for writing. Hope you have a great day!

good morning anon!! first of all ouch oof yeowch Wowsers i will never recover from that animatic holy fuck. also we must share a few braincells bc i absolutely have What The Water Gave Me on my playlist for this au lolol

"She is but a webkinz repeatedly getting soaked in milk (angst) and thrown against a wall (more angst)" your phrasing always cracks me tf up sdhfsgjfhsj. she is Indeed a poor battered webkinz 😭

"Call me a starving termite the way I’m chewing on drywall. For Max, home isn’t a place, it’s a person and that person is Chloe Price!!!" yes!! i too am eating drywall over this shdfsgjs i'm glad that line went over so well it's one of my favorites tbh. i just love the idea that over the course of the timelooping Max comes to realize she wasn't homesick for Arcadia Bay so much as Chloe herself. tfw the dommed yuri love each other more than words can say <3

"To cope with the pain I’m imagining them as Spongebob and Patrick when they were drying up in the movie but it’s not working. I’m not sure why I did that I’M STILL REALLY SAD." hdsfshdfj see this is why i'm always so excited for your commentary where else am i gonna get sentences like this. another rly good sentence that has me losing it: "makes me want to grab him by the pixelated goatee through the screen with a pair of tongs and slam dunk him into a huge bucket filled with those crabs that ate Amelia Earhart."

your Tender Dissection of the marshfield scene is super good also. you are 100% correct in the Implications Implicating that Max has lost Kate a few times too. and yes yes Max absolutely Would Not tell Kate she'd also been in the Dark Room, even when she's asking Kate about it all in her dorm for the nth time and she's visibly fucked up about it and seems to know a little too much already. i like to picture Max&Kate's relationship as;

Max: They Don't Know I'm Going Through The Horrors Kate: Hey There's Something Wrong With Max

and an unforeseen outcome of this is that Max accidentally got Kate and Warren to be sort of friends by way of they're both super worried about her and each went to the other like "hey you're friends with Max right? can you help me keep an eye on her?"

"Max is the one who has to rip her away and back into the world of the living, Orpheus coded fr." hell yeeessss one of my goals for this au was to make Max the world's most unholy combination of Orpheus and Sisyphus, with a sprinkle of Homura Akemi for good measure. she has so many problems your honor <3

"I switched my music to thunderstorm bg audio and Spanish Sahara because I was feeling a little bit silly :)c. 10/10, would cry again." shdfgshj you are more powerful than i. i would simply pass away

"I have this WIP fic that’s never seeing the light outside of google drive hell, but a line I think is neat compares Max to a deer with its head stuck in an active electric fence" first off, 👀👀👀 Intrigued. second, Fuck Yeah that is some good imagery

"Max is the most powerful person on the planet (excepting some wildly OP main character from a future LiS game) and boneheadedly stubborn != useless" yeaaaa she has a bad case of what i like to call Timelooper Brainrot, aka she's so damn focused on what she can't do/what she's fucking up that she doesn't even acknowledge anything good or helpful she does bc to her it's all far outweighed by her mistakes. she needs an ativan and a nap. probably several of both

"Something something, maybe the immovable object and unstoppable force both long for the collision." YEEEESS!!!! i love my unstoppable force/immovable object amberfield <3 <3 <3

"Ngl, there should be more messed up fanart of Max cradling a dead body in her arms as she’s covered in blood, like all of the Marcille Dungeon Meshi fanart I’ve seen." i haven't watched/read dunmeshi yet but 99% of my dash has so i know Exactly what you're talking about and you're right you're so right. i consider myself a far better writer than artist but goddamn if i'm not gonna try and fill this void for u anon o7

"Y'know how golden retrievers can keep eggs in their mouths without breaking if they’re gentle about biting down? Imagine that but with Rachel as a lion and Max as a hare. OK thank you for coming to my TEDTalk <3." 1000/10 fantastic tedtalk would go again. i love love love the contrast of Rachel thinking of herself as like. dangerous predator animals (dragon/lion/etc) meanwhile she's been Assigned Doe by the universe

tysm for another excellent ramble! i love them so much and i'm always excited for them lol. good luck with your finals!! sending good vibes your way ✨💫✨

#nova answers #immediately slapped Good Grief into my amberprice angst playlist bc ouuughg. Ouuaghghg;;;#it's def up there with If You Ever Leave I'm Coming With You by The Wombats in terms of sheer ouch factor #also losing it @ ''GET HER ASS RACHEL!!!'' that's the mood shdfgsjhfgsjhds #marrow max tag

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sebastianmichaelisslander · 4 months ago

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Here are some of my headcanons for him!

And here are more…

• Had a fascination with anything grisly since he was young. His parents definitely found it concerning, lol.

• Is of Italian descent - either partly or wholly, idk. (Found this hc floating around on here and I fw it since then, lol.) I like to think he’s a quarter English but otherwise very Italian. He’s been in England for quite a bit of his adult life and all of the afterlife, though.

• I did think “Othello” was his birth name as he says most Reapers just go by what they did when they were alive and seems surprised at UT wanting to use his registration number instead. However, a mutual of mine (truedarkhunter) said that it could very well be an alias. Regardless, the Italian spelling of the name would be “Otello” as there’s no “th” sound linguistically in the language. So his name was probably originally spelled “Otello”, but then he anglicised it.

• His surname is Maggio. Just fits, lol. Regarding my point above: I like thinking that Otello/Othello is a middle name that he just prefers going by, lol. If that’s the case, his full name could be Remo Otello Savio Maggio.

• This is gonna be a common one, but yeah. It would make sense if he did become a Reaper after killing his wife/partner after mistakenly believing she was unfaithful and then killing himself out of guilt, thus creating a parallel between him and his fictional namesake.

• However, I don’t see him as the jealous type. This is a take some may have, but I’m personally turned off majorly by jealously and any kind of over-possessiveness.

He’s very self-assured and relaxed when he is in a relationship, but takes commitment and fidelity extremely seriously. He’d sometimes be jocularly, semi-ironically possessive towards his partner and lowkey smug in certain situations - if she’s with child, for instance. But aside from that, he’s a mature man and respects that she has her own life outside of their relationship.

• His eating habits are all over the fucking place. Man lives off instant noodles on his busiest days, or even flat out forgets to eat, skipping up to two meals a day. But when he does finally sit his ass down, he can put away twice his weight in food and even asks for dessert.

• Cannot cook to save his life. Toast and instant noodles are the most he can do - he’d even fuck up boiling an egg.

• Has absolutely no sleep schedule whatsoever. Sometimes passed out by seven, sometimes awake until four in the morning. No wonder he has those eye bags, lol.

• As a human, he was the youngest of five children and the only boy. Definitely got bullied by his elder sisters, too - they probably called him “runt” or “pipsqueak”. Poor guy, lmao. But growing up with them around is part of why he’s the sort who drinks his Respect Women Juice.

• Is lowkey hairy. 😂 idk why I even had this hc, lol. And definitely not because I’m into hairy men myself.

He’d have a decent amount of body hair on his chest, arms, legs, and back - especially chest and legs. But he still can’t grow a beard to save his life. Most he can manage is a goatee or stubble.

Somebody please ask me about my version of Othello and my hcs for him 😭

#this #othello kuroshitsuji #black butler #kuroshitsuji #othello #i have so much to say about himmm #aaaaa I doooo

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linnamonrolls0 · 3 years ago

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Satisfied (in your wildest dreams)

Lin-Manuel Miranda x Reader

Summary:

Reopening night of Hamilton on Broadway: exciting. Finally making it to the Room Where It Happens: unbelievable. Inexplicable sexual tension with the hot guy sitting next to you, who also happens to be the gorgeous multi-hyphenate mastermind behind the show? Priceless.

3436 words / Mature (gotta love a bit of sneaky theatre smut, hehe.)

[Also posted on AO3 & Wattpad, like, months ago lol]

Preface:

Hi! So, this thing is kind of set in the real sort-of-present world, but with a few… let’s call them creative liberties. There are two things you need to know:

One - for the fic to work, masks aren’t a thing in this alternate-ish world, but please continue to WEAR A MASK in real life!

Two - there is intentionally no mention of his marriage, family etc, all you need to know is that he’s alone in the story, so infer the rest as you like.

Now that’s out of the way, just roll with it, it’s a fun ride… We here for the feels and pray he never sees this. Fair warning, this is an early attempt at smut cuz I thought I could write him out of my head... Wishful thinking, huh. :P

The lights are blinding, the streets are loud, the buildings tower high above you, and you wind your way through crowds upon crowds of so many people. As heartening as it is to see the city coming back to life after the darkness of the past year, you have no time to revel in the wonders of Times Square as you take that last turn, walking as fast as your legs will let you. After what feels like an age, you arrive outside the Richard Rodgers Theatre and scurry in, ticket in hand, grateful you aren’t late.

Why the rush?

Well, it was your first visit back to the theatre in almost eighteen months, owing to the dreadful pandemic that had changed so much and hurt so many. But you can only be grateful at how lucky you are to have come out of it alive, and to celebrate, you had decided to treat yourself and splash out on a premium orchestra seat for the reopening of Hamilton, a far step up from your usual restricted view bargains. You’ve been wanting to get back to seeing live shows since all the cancellations of last year, and you are excited to finally be back in an audience again. Work had run late and you feared you wouldn’t make it on time, but now you’re here, you just can’t wait.

For the occasion, you made an effort to look nice for the first time in a while. You’re wearing a pretty dress, with your hair up, and light makeup - quite a clean up from the bare-faced hoodie-and-leggings mess you’ve been for the past year and a half.

Slightly overwhelmed by the pre-show chaos and excitement, you take it all in and can only be grateful for the feeling. Grabbing a drink along the way, you make it to your seat with just a few minutes to spare. You notice the seat next to you is conveniently still empty; more space for all the feels.

The lights start to dim, and you’re surprised when it’s not quite the start you have come to know and love. You wonder what’s happening - after all, you only found out about the last-minute Ham4Ham show just before you boarded the subway but by the time you made it to the theatre, it was all over, save for an excitable crowd still recovering outside. But what you didn’t know, or expect, was that you’d see a certain genius himself grace the stage - even so, you figured he’d probably just make an appearance and then leave.

You smile as you watch Lin stroll into the spotlight, looking his usual stunning self - that smile that could light up the entire city, his signature goatee, a fancy blazer, shirt and jeans, and an extra skip in his step. On anyone else, the whole combination would make very little sense, but on him it’s oddly endearing and just somehow works. You might even go as far as to call him sexy. Which he is, in a way that you can’t completely understand - but you’d be lying if you said you weren’t inexplicably attracted to him.

You need to chill.

You may have spent a potentially weird amount of time googling him since you saw Hamilton on Disney Plus during lockdown, but that did not give you the right to sit here and fantasize. A creep, you are not.

The audience erupts into cheers and applause, as he gives a sweet, hopeful speech, welcoming everyone back. From your insanely well-placed seat, you can actually catch the glint in his eyes, and combined with the excitement in his voice as he speaks, it almost brings a tear to your eye too. He thanks you all and runs off stage, ducking under the rope, much to the amusement of everyone watching.

The music starts, the show begins and you can’t quite believe you’re really, finally in the room where it happens. You watch the entire opening song in absolute awe that this thing is somehow almost even more amazing live. Nothing can replicate that experience…

Your fascination is placed on pause when a figure sneaks through the darkness and slips into the empty seat on your left. Sipping your drink as something of an excuse, your curiosity gets the better of you, and you glance over at your seat neighbour, ready to shoot a death glare his way for distracting you from the show.

He looks back at you, mouthing ‘Sorry!’ - but you are far from angry when you recognize him.

Your eyes widen in shock and Lin smiles back at you, clearly noticing. Of course he knows you know, and of course he’s unfazed by it.

You’re struggling to focus with Lin sitting next to you. No offence to the masterpiece on stage, obviously - it is undoubtedly the greatest thing ever made, but you have lost the ability to remain calm. You make a mental note to rebook a cheap ticket at some point in the future and actually see the show. He’s painfully distracting, you spend a considerable amount of time sneaking glances at him… Not that you regret it, of course.

What you don’t know, though, is that he is sneaking glances at you too. He has done this show enough times to miss absolutely nothing, and just as well he’s making the most of it, being alone.

On more than one occasion, you find yourself absentmindedly biting your lip, thinking about him next to you. It’s impossible not to, and you’re glad you don’t need to be six feet away. You’re so close, you can smell his cologne, and you stop to take another sip of your drink as you try to focus on the show again. One drink can hardly do any harm, but it has you buzzing a little and you need to pace yourself.

As you place your glass down on the carpet, your arm unintentionally brushes his on the armrest between you. You’re wearing a short-sleeved dress; Lin is no longer wearing his blazer and he has the sleeves of his shirt rolled up to his elbows. You aren’t entirely sure if you imagined it, but your bare skin touching his almost zaps an electric current through you. It seems like he has clearly felt something too, as he glances over at you at exactly the same time. You look away, feeling a telltale blush heat up your cheeks, and you count your lucky stars that it’s mostly dark.

A couple of songs later, you’re both tapping your feet to Satisfied and you can’t be sure whose accident it is when your left knee bumps his right leg. This time, you act nonchalant and try not to react, but you can feel his eyes on you. The next time that happens, you’re pretty sure he’s doing it on purpose… And he catches you staring again. You’re being far too obvious.

You try to be careful after that, being a lot more conscious of the space you occupy and where your gaze wanders to. Granted, you enjoy the attention, but you remind yourself that he’s him and you’re, well… just you. Your strategy seems to work and you’re able to concentrate on the show for a while after, until Lin catches you mouthing along to the lyrics of Wait For It, and gives you a little nudge.

You stop and look over at him with a sheepish smile. “Sorry,” you mouth instead.

He shakes his head, also smiling, and whispers, “Favorite song?”

“Marginally. Don’t judge.”

“Mine too. No judgement.”

You hardly want to be one of those girls that throws themselves at him, but you’d swear, if you heard his voice whisper in your ear again, you would happily bear the consequences of jumping him right there in that seat.

Instantly regretting the thought, when you struggle to force that image out of your head. Guilt creeps in and you curse your own active imagination for driving you to this point of delusion. You need a reality check now. He’s being sweet, but that hardly means anything - he’s probably nice to everyone. Not only that, you’re far younger than him; why would he even take notice of you like that?

And yet…

The next time your arm brushes against his, neither of you jolt back like you did before. It’s still dark. He looks over at you just as you do the same; despite the relative darkness, your eyes meet and you try to read him. There’s something here, this tension… Surely this isn’t just him being polite. At this point, what do you really have to lose, making the first move? You lean towards him, your faces barely an inch from each other. You glance down at his lips, then back up into his dark eyes, as he almost mirrors you. So maybe you were wrong about him not noticing you, but you’ll happily admit that.

“Wait…” he whispers, “Not here.”

He’s right. It’s too public, not to mention out of order, and someone is bound to notice, if they haven’t already.

As if on cue, the moment is interrupted by the show’s intermission. You both stop to applaud, and you can’t speak for him, but your mind is stuck on other matters entirely. Once the lights come on, you decide to seize the day and break your silence.

“Hey, you can’t leave me hanging like that,” you say playfully, trying to hide that you’re mildly put out by his potential rejection.

“Lucky for us, I know this place like the back of my hand…” Lin says, rising from his seat. You look up at him, equal measures of elated and nervous, your heart racing so fast you hope he can’t hear it.

This cannot be happening right now.

“Let’s go.” You smirk, and he laughs lightly. He offers you a hand and you take it. He’s so warm, it makes you wonder if the man actually radiates magic. He leads you through one narrow hallway after another and by the time you come to a halt in front of a heavy curtain, you haven’t the slightest idea where you are - which would be terrifying if you didn’t have such a massive crush on him. This probably isn’t your wisest decision, but it’s all about perspective, right?

“It’s not the classiest place, but -”

“I don’t know about you, but I’m way past class right now,” you giggle. He might have started this, but you aren’t about to pass it up. You step up onto your tiptoes and grab the collars of his shirt as you press your lips to his. It barely takes him a split second to respond - without separating from you, he wraps his arms around you and pulls you behind the curtain, pushing you up against the wall in near darkness, just light enough that you can see each other.

What the actual fuck.

In the back of your mind, you half expect your alarm clock to ring any second now and drag you out of the dream, picturing that look in his eyes all day and being unable to do anything about it. On the contrary, it only gets better… Lin is still kissing you, your hands all over each other, every touch leaving a spark in its wake. He pulls on the hair tie holding your hair up, and you sigh when he tangles his fingers in your hair as it comes loose. You blindly attempt to undo the buttons on his shirt, and he gasps slightly as your nails gently scrape his bare chest.

You wouldn’t dare confess to him, but you’ve had this dream before. On some lonely night, when fantasies were the only way to escape the fear that was real life, somewhere between uncertainty and darkness, where he was the light - but he doesn’t even know it.

So, maybe that’s why you don’t hesitate as much as you would in a normal circumstance, and maybe that’s why you pull away from his lips to push him back against the wall instead and trail your kisses down his neck, gently biting down on his skin, knowing full well what it’ll look like after. He still has one hand tangled in your hair, the other gripping your waist, and he tugs on your hair and lets out a low moan as you run your fingers down his body and undo his belt. You can tell he’s straining against his jeans and the look on his face is nothing short of priceless. An unsought blush creeps up your cheeks as you realize this is what you’re doing to him.

Call it payback for all those times he wandered into your dreams and disappeared before you could have what you needed. Unfair, considering that version of him only really existed in your imagination, but that level of longing could really cloud a person’s sense of right and wrong. The whole fucking thing is wrong, but that is far from how right it feels. He was only ever a not-so-innocent fantasy, but you aren’t about to let him slip away now.

You can hardly contain your shock when he grabs your hands and forces them behind your back, his arms tight around your waist, pinning you back against the wall again. You look up into his eyes, questioning, and he’s looking back at you as if he can see into your soul.

“I need you,” he murmurs, “Now.”

You’re glad for your convenient choice of outfit as he pushes your dress up to your waist and yanks your panties down. One hand still locking yours behind your back, he uses the other to pull his own pants down and your heart races as he grabs your thighs, hooking your legs around his waist and thrusting into you. It’s rough and hot and quick and plain sinful, his hand covers your mouth as you scream his name, and you bite down on his finger. He lets your hands go; with one, you grip his shoulder, the other trying to tug on his short hair.

“Fuck…”

“You?” you tease, wanting to laugh, but just then, he hits that spot within you again and the sound that escapes your lips instead is something between a sigh and a giggle. Just then, he stops. You open your eyes in some sort of frustration, to find his shining brown eyes looking into yours, almost teasing, challenging you. “Lin… please?” you manage to say, almost in a whimper, meeting his gaze.

“That’s it, baby…” he whispers, as he tips you over the edge with a final thrust, with him following shortly after. He captures your lips in a fervent kiss, and it’s enough to leave you melting in his arms, coming undone yet again.

For a few seconds, all you can hear is your heavy breathing in time with his, as the two of you come down from the high. He is the first to move again after he pulls back from you and sets you down, but you lean your weight against him whilst he tries to pull his pants back on. You can’t help it, he’s got you weak in the knees, you don’t trust your legs to keep you up on your feet and if you’re honest, you just don’t want to keep your hands off him. Much like his voice, he’s also an addiction.

“Hey, are you okay?” he asks. You wouldn’t know any better, but he almost sounds concerned.

“Ahh… yeah, just a little unsteady.” You blush as he holds you steady, quickly helping you clean up and fix your clothes into something that resembles decency. For a moment, you can’t help but wonder how many times he’s done this before and it sparks a little fire of jealousy that makes you want to never let go.

“I’m sorry, beautiful. Come here?” He kisses you again, much more gently this time, and you smile to yourself when he pulls away and you see the smudges of your lipstick on his lips, his cheeks and the marks you’ve left on his neck. With shaky hands, you button up his shirt, resisting the urge to laugh at the sight. He smiles back at you, leaning against the wall. “How bad is it?”

“Honestly?”

“Yeah?”

“You look like a hot mess,” you bite your lip, “Sorry about that.”

Lin shakes his head. “Don’t be, you’re perfect. And I always wondered what this corner could be used for, but never actually… you know.” He tries to use his shirt sleeve to rub the rouge off his face, but it only makes matters worse.

You can’t help but laugh a little. “Ha. What about me?” You reach up and swipe your thumb over a particularly bright smudge on his cheek; he places his hand over yours as he turns his head and kisses your palm.

“To tell the truth, you look like you’ve just unlocked the secrets of the universe, and had a damn good time doing it. You have nothing to worry about.” He reassures you as he tucks a lock of your hair behind your ear, twirling the strands around his finger.

“Shit.” You laugh loudly, he joins you and his laughter fills your heart with a warmth far beyond the fire he has left in you. Somewhere between all of this, you had the weird notion that you could literally fuck him out of your system, but now you’re not so sure. It’ll be next to impossible to extinguish that spark.

An announcement sounds over the speakers, signalling five minutes to the end of the intermission.

“Did you want to head back?” he asks, then shakes his head, “Of course. I forget everyone else doesn’t have the whole show permanently imprinted on their brain.”

“Well, yeah… I thought your show was the most fucking awesome thing, until I actually met you.”

“Well, I guess it takes one to make one?” he suggests. You roll your eyes and grab him by the hand, heading back out - as much as you wouldn’t mind staying in that corner with him all night.

You know exactly how the show ends, but that doesn’t stop you sobbing on Lin’s shoulder towards the end of the second act. It still tugs on your heartstrings as tightly as ever, even if you are still trying to regain your composure after your little encounter with him.

Lin has his arm around you, now least bothered about what it might look like to anyone else, and he hands you a soft tissue for your tears. Reasonable, you’re probably staining his shirt at this point. His comforting gesture only makes you shed more tears, and you’re up on your feet applauding as soon as the show is over.

“That was amazing!” you say to him.

“Thank you,” he smiles, “But hey, I’m sorry for distracting you.”

You shake your head. “Yeah, I’ll have to come back at some point. But I can’t be mad… I mean, it’s you.”

“Figured. All you have to do is ask!” He’s playing it cool, but you catch him blushing a little as he continues, “Could I get your number? This cannot be a one-time thing. Actually, do you want to stick around for a while? We can go out after this, if you want to.”

Well. That sends your heart into a backflip and you’re flattered that he wants to see you again; you aren’t about to say no to that.

“I’d love that, Lin.”

You exchange phone numbers and a promise to catch up as soon as he’s done doing the million things he has to do before you can leave. You are aware of people nearby staring at him, but it doesn’t bother him. He presses a quick kiss to your forehead, leaving you in a sort of daze as he is whisked away by a couple of theatre staff who lead him towards the same door you snuck through earlier. He waves at you as he goes, and you notice he still has your hair tie on his wrist. Still blushing, you wave back, and so do a group of screaming teens a few rows behind you. Let them have their moment, you smile to yourself; they have no idea where you’ve just been. Rather, the places he’s taken you to…

And you can’t wait to go back.

Whilst you’re waiting, you type out a short text message to him, and hit send before you can overthink anything, ‘Satisfied?’

Not too long after, your phone lights up with his reply: ‘Never. Let’s go? ;)’

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raineydays411 · 4 years ago

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And the adventure begins

Bruce Banner x daughter!reader

A/n: yay! Another part out! Finally lol. Now time to work on my Loki fic and ignore this one for two weeks lol💀 jk I’m trying to keep up y’all I promise. Anyway hope you like it💕💕

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Now that you think about it, maybe you shouldn’t have skipped school today. Maybe then you wouldn’t be in this situation.

....On another planet. Watching Thor be forced to fight some old dudes “Champion”, whatever that means.

Let’s go back to the beginning.

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Nerves filled your body as you walked to school. You had an audition in the school play today and you were determined to get the part. Tony had offered to take you to school today but you decided to walk as it would give you extra time to learn your lines. As you pushed through the busy streets, occasionally bumping into a random pedestrian, you heard some girls whispering.

“Oh my god is that..”

“Yes! oh my go, he's so handsome”

“Ask him for a selfie”

“No you go ask hm”

At first you rolled your eyes, thinking it was just some youtuber or Tik tok star, you kept walking, eyes down re-reading your script. Then you heard the girls speak again.

“Thanks Thor, I’m sorry Jane dumped you.”

Hearing the name, your head swiveled up. You scanned the crowd looking for the blonde man, at first missing him as he wasn’t in his usual outfit of a cape and battle armour. But then you saw him, in a hoodie and some jeans. Picking up the pace, you jog toward the god not noticing the darker clothed man next to him.

“....it was a mutual dumping”

“I didn’t know the renaissance fair was in town” you say, a small smirk making its way on your face at the quip.

Both Thor and ...Loki?! Turn around in surprise at the sudden voice behind them. Only to see you looking up at them with a arched brow.

“Lady Y/n! How wonderful it is to see you” Thor boomed as he brought you into a bone crushing hug. Over his shoulder you could see Loki roll his eyes.

“Honestly, had I known this trip would consist of young woman flocking to you, I would have allowed your hammer to kill me.”

Thor ignored his brother as he put you down. “My how you’ve grown.”

You smile and say, “Well the last time you saw me I was twelve.” Then you eye Loki with distrust. “Um Thor, why’d you bring brother dearest back to New York?”

Loki looks at you with distaste, “ Who is this child, and why is she conversing with us?”

“Brother” Thor warns and then turns to you, “ Lady Y/n, we are searching for our father, it seems as if my brother” Thor harshly pats Loki on the shoulder, “ Has misplaced him.”

You look at Loki and then look at the building that has been demolished

, “ Woah, I didn’t know Gods put their parents in nursing homes” You say “ If you want we can go back to the Tower and try to track him down”

Thor smiles at the suggestion, “ A wonderful idea, tell me, how have my comrades been in my absence?”

You cringe at the thought of explaining the events of the so called “Civil war”. Then notice a ring of sparks forming around Loki.

“Uhh Thor” You say as you nod your head

“What’s this..wha.what are you doing?” He asks in alarm. Loki looks confused as the sparks get larger and more erratic.

“ This isn’t me” Loki says in confusion. Then suddenly the ground opens up beneath him and he falls through with an alarmed “Oh!” only leaving behind a business card. You and Thor look at each other, confusion written on both of your faces.

“Loki” Thor whispers as he nudges the card with his umbrella. You look at him with concern and think to yourself

“Does..does he think the cards Loki?”

You bend down to pick up the business card and read it out loud.

“177a Bleeker St” you look at Thor and ask,” Do you know anyone from there?”

“ No” He says, ‘ i don’t even know where that is.”

You sigh, looking down at your script and making a decision. “ Well, lets go find your brother.”

And with that, you turn around and start walking to your destination.

“Oh well, school can wait”

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You and Thor find yourselves in front of two big black doors. You stand near Thor as he raises his hand to knock. Suddenly, before his hand is able to touch the door, you find yourselves inside the building.

“What the fuck?” you mutter to yourself as you look around.

“Thor Odinson” a deep voice says. You look up to see a floating figure in the shadows coming towards you both. Thor pushes you behind him as he holds him umbrella threateningly. If you weren’t in potential danger, you would have laughed at the sight. The figure floated into the light and you saw it was a man.

He was wearing a cloak and some weird robes with yellow gloves. He was relatively handsome, salt and pepper hair that was slicked back, high cheek bones and a goatee. He wasn’t horrible to look at. His deep, baritone voice was soothing.

“God of Thunder” He said looking at Thor. He glanced at the umbrella. “ You can put down the umbrella.” Then his gaze turned to you.

“Y/n Banner. I wasn’t expecting you here” He said eyes narrowing at you,” Shouldn’t you be in school?”

You chuckled nervously, “ Eh, how can I abandon a friend in need?”

The man smiles and looks back at Thor and suddenly your in a different room. Looking around in awe you hear Thor start talking.

“So..Earth has wizards now” He says, picking up a dagger from a display on a table, then dropping all of them trying to put them back. You try to hold back a laugh, feeling embarrassed for the god.

You might have failed though because Thor looked at you with an unimpressed glance. You giggle out loud this time, as you watch him struggle with the knives. Everytime he managed to put one back, another fell.

“The preferred term is Master of the Mystic arts...” Clank! another knife falls. The man looks very unimpressed, at your giggling and Thor's clumsiness.” You can leave that now.”

At those words Thor leaves the knifes, trying to regaine his cool, he leans against the table.

“Alright wizard, who are you and why should I care?”

“Thor! That’s rude!”

Ignoring you, their conversation continues,

“My name is Dr. Stephen Strange and I have some questions for you.” He says as he eyes you and Thor. “Have a seat”

Within a second you’re in another room in the building...or least you think it is. The wind blows your hair back as you are suddenly dropped into a chair. You can see Thor look around startled and confused at the sudden setting change. You’re sure your face mirrored his as well.

“Tea?” Dr. Strange asks nonchalantly, a cup of tea appearing in your hands. You look at it in awe, not used to this level of magic, or magic at all. Thor on the other hand looked unimpressed with the cup.

“I don’t drink tea.” He says examining the cup that looked small in his hands.

“Well what do you drink?”

“Not tea.” Thor says shaking his head. You roll you eyes as you go for a sip of tea, but before you can a large pitcher of beer was in its place. You look up at the two men with a raised eyebrow.

“I hate to be a bother, but I do drink tea”

Strange looked at you in amusement as he returns the beer to tea.

“Jesus made water into wine, you make beer into tea. Interesting..” You say as you sip your tea. It was perfectly brewed of course. Dr. Strange smiled at the comparison

“Well its not exactly like that” Then he turned to Thor, “ So, I keep a watch list of individuals and beings from the realms that may be a threat to this world. Your adopted brother Loki is one of those beings.”

You scoff and roll your eyes and mutter, “Yeah no kidding.” Then you finish the last sips of tea, as you bring it down, the glass is already refilled

Thor looks up from his glass that he basically chugged,”Thats a worthy inclusion” His beer is refilled as well. He looks at it in astonishment.

“Then why bring him here?” Strange asks leaning forward.

“We’re looking for my father.”

“So..if I were to tell you where Odin was..all parties concerned would return to Asgard” He then looks at you, “ or upper Manhattan.”

“Promptly” “Try and keep me away from this place.”

“Great then I’ll help you...and get to that later”

You smirk at the doctor, knowing that it’s basically impossible to squash your curiosity once you get started. Then you realized something.

“Wait, if you knew where Odin is, why didn't you tell anyone?”

“Well he was very adamant he was not to be disturbed,” He turned to Thor, “Your father had chosen to remain in exile. Also you don’t have a phone.”

“Hmm, no I don’t have a..a phone but you could’ve sent an electronic letter. It’s called an email.”

“Thor you don’t have a computer.”

“What for?”

You lock eyes with Dr. Strange and share a look.

“Uh huh well, my father is no longer in exile, so if you can tell me where he is, the quicker I can take him home.” Thor then takes a sip of his beer.

“Okay, hes in Norway.” Suddenly your on your feet again standing an a library of some sort. You’re a bit unbalance and catch yourself on the self. Strange is muttering to himself as he looks through a book. Then again, you’re in another room with a shelf. Nearly falling over you cling onto Thor, but he’s in no better shape than you, beer spilling everywhere.

“Oh we don’t need that” Boom, in another room, this time you do fall and Thor breaks another shelf. He places the glass on a table, shaking the spilled beer of his person.

“Can you stop doing that?” He asked irritated

“Please” you add in, looking up from your place on the ground.

You’re on your feet in a blink of an eye, feeling dizzy at the continuous movement.

“Can I..I need a piece of your hair.” Strange says looking at Thor.

“Let me tell you something, my hair is not to be --OW”

You smile sweetly as you pass the yanked out hair to the Strange. “ Here you go Dr. Wizard.” He makes a face at the nickname but takes the hair with a nod of thanks. Thor looks at you in betrayal.

“Don’t be such a drama queen” You say rolling your eyes. You then walk away from the duo, examining books and artifact that were in the room. You were too caught up in looking at all the cool stuff you didn’t pay attention to the rest of the conversation. Suddenly you were in the front room again. You managed to stay on your feet as Thor tumbled down the stairs. You watched in amazement as Dr. Strange did some hand movements and created a shape in sparks.

“Could’ve just walked.” Thor muttered as he brushed the dust and wrinkles out off of his clothes.

“He’s waiting for you.” Then Dr. Strange turned to you,” Would you like to go home Ms. Banner?”

You looked at him with consideration,” Um Mister Strange, do you think you can help me find my dad?”

“I’ll see what I can do.” Then he turned to Thor,” Don’t forget your umbrella.

“Oh right.” Thor sticks his arm out like he’s summoning his hammer. You look at him confused. Then you here several bangs and crashes, as if something is being thrown around the rooms.

“ohhh thats where your hammer went”

Dr. Strange looks at Thor unimpressed again.

“Sssorry” The umbrella lands in his hands and he brushes the glass off the hammer.” I suppose I need my brother back”

“Oh right”

The a portal appears a few feet off the ground, in comes Loki screaming as he falls and hits the ground.

He flips his hair back as he catches his breath, “ I have been falling..FOR THIRTY MINUTES”

You snicker as you go to help the god of mischief up,” Come on reindeer games, lets get you up”

He doesn’t decline your help but he doesn’t thank you either. You turn to see Thor and Strange shake hands.

“Handle me?!” “Oh boy” “ Who are you?”

“Loki..”

“You think you’re a sorcerer? Don’t think for one minute--”

“Alright bye bye” The portal then is thrown to them as Loki charges with two daggers.

It’s silent in the room as you whislte,” Well he’s very catty.”

Strange laughs as he nods,” Come on kid lets find your dad.”

You’re then taken back to the library and you give him a piece of your hair.

“You have had quite the adventure today.” Dr. Strange says as he looks through the books again.

“Ehh, when you live with the Avengers stuff like this is an everyday thing.”

“I could imagine” He says smiling at you. “ Well..it seems like your father is off world”

“Off world?” You question,”why would he be...?”

“Your guess is as good as mine.” Then a bag appeared in front of you.

“I have a feeling you won’t stop searching until you find your father.” He nods to the bag. “ Everything you need to survive in Sakkarr is in there, I trust you know how to use knives?”

“Yeah, Bucky taught me.”

“Perfect, now you must try to get on the grandmasters good side, that’ll give you the resources you need to find your father. Don’t get caught by scavenger or scrapper , you’ll either get eaten or sold into slavery.”

“Slavery?” you ask with an eyebrow raised.

“Sakkarr is known to be the ‘dump’ of the universe. It’s filled with people you must be weary of. The main entertainment are these gladiator type fights the Grandmaster puts on.” He thinks for a bit the conjures up a portal. He pulls a amulet out of it then hands it to you. “If you find your father, or need a quick escape, rub this amule three times t and I’ll make a portal for you to come back home”

You nod, nervous to go on your personal mission. You look up at Dr.strange and hug him. “ Thanks Dr.Wizard.”

He pats your back uncomfortably,” It’s Stephen.”

You let go of him and smile,”Well, beam me up Scotty”

He rolls his eyes and creates a portal, you take a deep breath and look at him. He sends you a reassuring smile and you’re filled with determination. Then you step through.

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You step through it to see...the steps to some weird looking palace. You look around to see an even weirder looking city. It looks like its built out of scraps of metal or parts. You walk up the steps and into the palace. You look around, astonished at the amount of people??

Beings. So many different kinds of aliens. All different colors and shapes. It was like a Star Wars movie. Then you see a familiar face.

“Loki??”

He looks up at you in confusion, you speed towards him, happy to see a familiar face. Even if it is Thor's evil brother.

“Ah Thor's child friend. This doesn’t seem like your type of setting.”

“I’m looking for my father, Stephen says he’s here.”

He scoffs, looking around the room. “It seems everyone is looking for their fathers.”

“What are you doing here? I thought you were in Norway with Thor and your dad”

“Well it seems that father dearest has been hiding a secret daughter. Who appeared after my father died. And is destined to destroy Asgard.”

“Well shit” you blurt out. “Are..are you okay?”

Loki looks at you like you’re a puzzle.

“What.”

“Well..” you start nervously, “it sounds like a traumatic experience, so..are you okay?”

He’s quiet for a few minutes, just staring at you. Suddenly he turns around. “We must see the grandmaster. He’s the only one who can guarantee your protection, and I’m sure you would prefer not to be slaughtered brutally in the competition.”

He walks ahead of you, and you stare after him wondering what just happened. Then after he noticed you’re not following him he turns and says

“Well, come on. I haven’t got all day.”

“Oh right.” You catch up to him and walk by his side. Looking around in wonder.

“Why are you looking around like that?” Loki asks as he makes his way through a crowd of...pink women. They had their hair in very intricate styles and weird metallic unitards. They eyed you as you passed by them.

“I feel like I’m in a Star Wars movie.” You pass by a man, he looked almost reptilian. He had pale yellow skin with green slits as his eyes. He looks like he was gambling or something.

“I don’t know what that is. Why would stars commence in battle? It makes no sense.” Loki scoffs as he turns to look at you. You laugh at his misunderstanding.

“I just..never seen..” you trail off not knowing how to explain. Luckily, Loki seems to get what you were says.

“ I can see this is a bit of a change for you. But..you have seen people from other planets before.”

“ yeah..it’s just a lot to take in.” You smile at Loki, “ I’ll be fine, don’t worry. I can freak out about it after I meet the Grandmaster.”

He nods his head and starts walking again, but this time he’s closer to you. Finally, you reach a large room. It’s filled with guards all wearing different colored armor. They part as Loki walks through them, confident with long strides. You follow him, shrinking under their gaze. Loki leans down to whisper to you

“ when you meet the grandmaster, do not be too meak . And do not mention anything about your father till I tell you. Actually, just follow my lead.”

You look up at him and before you say anything, a large woman appears in the room. She looks normal to you. Stocky, a stern face with white markings. A slicked back bun. She’s wearing yellow armor with black accents. She’s holding a large staff with an orb attached to the end.

“ Didn’t the Grandmaster just see you” she says to Loki, glaring at him. Loki smiles charmingly and says

“Oh yes, but it appears that I have found a...friend.. of mine. She, like I, has arrived here on Sakkarr by accident and is hoping to meet with the Grandmaster.”

Then Loki nudges you in front of him, and into the view of the woman. She looks at you with distaste.

“ Poor child is skin and bones. She’s puny.”

You look in offense, but before you can say anything Loki spoke for you.

“Yes, and that’s why I have decided to take her under my wing.”

“ Can she not speak for herself? You expect the Grandmaster to—“ “ Easy Topaz”

“Loki! How wonderful to see you again, even though it’s been about twenty minutes”

A voice cut through the air. Suddenly everyone in the room stood up straight. Topaz immediately stopped talking and turned. A man came in on a floating throne. He was wearing red, blue, and gold robes. He had a blue line down his chin and blue under eye liner. He...he looked like..

“Jeff Goldblum?”

Loki looked at you like you were insane and the Grandmaster and Topaz just looked confused.

“What did she call me?” He whispered to Topaz, she looked at him in equal bafflement. She then tries to hand him the staff.

“ Why are you handing me the melty stick?! She had a slip of a tounge! That’s not a capital offense”

“What is wrong with you?” “I’m sorry! It just slipped out!” “ Do you want to die” “To be fair, that was the biggest compliment I could have given him. Jeff Goldblum is basically a god of cinema.”

Topaz looked at the Grandmaster, “ apparently this..Jeff.. is a god from her world.”

“Hm, child.”

You and Loki stop your whisper arugument and turn to the Grandmaster.

“Come forward.”

You look at Loki in fear and step up to the floating throne.

“Hm” The man says as he examines you. You suddenly feel self conscious about what you’re wearing. A Jurassic park shirt (ironically) with a turtleneck under, some plaid pants and converse. To be fair you weren’t expecting to end up on a different planet.

“I don’t know what Jurassic park is, but look there’s a big lizard on her shirt” he says to Topaz, “ you like lizards?” He asks you. Your eyes widened at the question not expecting it.

“Oh I think I’ve embarrassed her, it’s okay if you like them. I don’t personally like them, they’re all scales and fast and blegh” the Grandmaster rambles then Topaz chimes in

“ and they can grow back limbs”

“Yes! That’s disgusting”

“ I’m sorry, it’s not a lizard, it’s a dinosaur ” you explain. “ it’s from a movie, it has Jeff Goldblum...”

You trail off as they stare at you.

“ Go on, you keep mentioning this Jeff Goldblum, I’d like to hear more about him.”

So there you were, explaining all the different movies Jeff Goldblum was in. From the Fly to Jurassic Park. Everyone seemed...intrested. The Grandmaster somehow got it in his head that you were this great storyteller. So now you were on his good side, just like Loki.

“ Storyteller, I welcome you to Sakkarr! I have never met a child with such interesting stories!” He turns to Topaz, “ Aren’t they entertaining?! So adventurous!”

“ I think they’re weird.” “ Oh don’t be such a buzzkill”

“ I thank you Grandmaster, for being so gracious with my...ward” Loki says, “I assure you that I will keep her out of trouble.”

“ Yes yes, now go, if she is going to stay here, she’ll need to fit in. Topaz, see if you can find a tailor for the child, she’ll need a change of clothes. You as well Loki”

She nods and gestures for you both to follow her. As you walk through the futuristic castle, you are completely in awe. Even though you live with Tony, this is a different kind of technology. Topaz gives you both a tour. She mentions the fights and the arena, but you don’t pay too much attention. Finally you make it to the tailor. After being fussed over and much debating, you finally come to an agreement.

You end up with a sort of body armor. With a black catsuit made out of a leather like material, there were pieces of armor covering your legs, hips, torso, shoulders and arms. Blue fabric was wrapped around your waist, draping down the front and under the armor there. There was also fabric wrapped around your upper arm and shoulders preventing the straps from rubbing against your skin. Finally, to top it all off, a long blue cape drape down your shoulders. You felt awesome. You took the daggers Stephen gave you out of the bag and attached them to your hips. And the amulet around your neck.

“What do you think?” You asked Loki. He looked at you for a bit.

“Your daggers should be attached to your thighs, that way the hilts are at your fingertips and not your shoulders.” He squints for a bit, “ that cape looks ridiculous.”

“Fuck off man I look awesome.”

Loki just laughs and goes to put his outfit on. “ Such foul language for a child.” Then he comes out fully dressed. With a yellow cape.

“ oh? My cape was ridiculous?”

“Hush.”

You smile, and a silence falls between you both. You sigh and look down, playing with the end of your cape. Loki looks at you, examines your face, then looks away.

“ Why...why did you ask if I was alright?” He questions, “when you first saw me..?”

You looked at him your face scrunched in a puzzled expression, “ because.”

“Because what?” Loki asks, not understanding where your coming from.

“ I don’t know, because like I said, something that traumatic must’ve been shitty. I know I wouldn’t be okay.”

“I do not understand you. Why care about someone you never met? Nevertheless someone like me?”

“Someone like you?” Now you were really confused. What does he mean by that?

“No midgardian would trust me. Especially after...” He stops, hinting about the attack of New York. “ I am not... not a good person. Nor a good influence. Not for a child.”

“That’s bullshit.”

Your words seem to startle him.

“I beg your pardon?”

“ That’s. Bullshit.” You stand to face him.

“Loki, I’ve known you for about six hours. And in that time, you managed to help me gain favor of a ruler, enough for him to give me a room to stay in and new clothes. You also helped me when you could’ve just left me alone. From what I’ve seen, you’re pretty chill.”

“Chill?” He asks quirking an eyebrow.

“A good person.”

He stops and looks at you, “ you think I’m a good person? Even though I nearly destroyed your planet?”

“ Sure. We all make mistakes.”

He stares at you for a while. Smiles briefly and then gets up from where he was leaning.

“ You, my dear, are one odd child.” He walks out of the room. “Come along, I must get you to your room. It’s late and I am certain you e had a long day.”

You follow him to your room, turns out someone was paying attention to the tour. He leads you to your temporary room, shows you how to open the door and lock it, then makes sure your settled.

“Well, it’s time for me to retire. Good night child.”

When he doesn’t get a response he turns around, he sees you’ve fallen asleep on the bed. He chuckles at the sound of you muttering in your sleep.

“ An odd child indeed.”

Then he covers you, turns out the lights and shuts the door. Leaving you to go to his room.

( he promptly freaks out over how quickly he’s grown fond of you.)

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