#she imitated what they did with me and grabbed my arm and started yelling and clapping in my ear

[a-concert-just-for-me]

My sister starting off the conversation about how her day at rush went with “Jess you would have absolutely hated it 😊”

And she was right!!!

[katerinaaqu]

Odyssey Parallels to my "Survivor's Guilt and Survivor's Duty" story (Rhapsody /Book 5 of Odyssey, Calypso's Monolog)

So here is a small break down of one of my most beloved fanfictions of Odyssey line by line from Calypso's monolog in 5th rhapsody of the Odyssey where she complains to Hermes for demanding to let Odysseus go, listing what she did for him. I find interesting how she speaks of the things she indeed DID do for him as if that somehow makes him her "property" or rather having a right on him (or as my brilliant friend @artsofmetamoor stated "like she was keeping a cat!" XD) Buckle up this analysis is long! XD

And I was the one to save him, while he was alone holding onto the ship's keel, for his fast ship was split open in the middle of the wine-dark sea by Zeus's thunder!

(Translation by me)

"Odysseus traveled once more; this time alone and grabbing upon the last remains of his beloved black ship… The night came cold and he was shivering. By the morning another storm caught up with him and his mast was once more drifted by the huge waves that resembled white top mountains, tearing apart his clothes and his flesh. And yet his hands endured… It was as if his heart and hands combined turned into oak or stones. The Man of many Torments endured. (From Part1)

Next day the sun was merciless over his head, sending him almost to the brief of hallucinations and heat as sweat was running down his already wounded body. The night the gods felt pity on him and sent a drizzle rain. Odysseus raised his head to the heavens trying to grab as much of the fresh god-sent water as if that would be enough to quench his insatiable thirst and the burning of the salt. Once a passing seaweed came close to him to which Odysseus made some sort of imitation of a meal for himself. How many times he nearly slipped off his life-raft he lost count…how many times he probably actually fainted on it he could no longer remember. And yet, the King of Ithaca endured…in strength that he had no idea he had. It was as if both his body and spirit had decided he had a duty to survive. He survived the agony and pain as well as the anxiety and fear every time something touched his foot beneath the waves or a passing fish would bite his legs. He had long stopped feeling much." (From Part 1)

"Therewith the worst came; a thunderbolt stroke the ship and the sudden flash and tremendous sound left them all blind and deaf. Odysseus screamed in pain shielding his ears. The ship cracked from side to side down in the middle; splintering in the winds like it was a pile of leaves." (From Part 1) => [This moment more graphically described by Odysseus himself in 12th rhapsody]

There all his goodly companions perished and the winds and waves brought him here!

(Translation by me)

"By night before the tenth day of his painful journey he had collapsed. He didn’t feel the sand beneath his body as his raft finally beached at a sandy beach. He didn’t move as some crab or beach beetle walked over his sea-beaten body. By dawn some hints of his consciousness returned. It was only for a brief second that the rays of sun touched his salt-crusted cheek but Odysseus saw or at least he thought he saw a tall slender figure picking something up from the beach many meters away from him (maybe a seashell). The figure turned towards him and walked there. And then everything turned black…" (From Part 1)

"He yelled till his throat was sore…till his voice was gone…he sobbed and cried tears almost as plenty as the waves of the sea. The storm was roaming around him… There was no one there to hear his lament… His voice was carried around by the wind…his tears were washed away by sea and rain…His body was borne by the direful winds… Six hundred men had started that fateful journey… Now there was only one… Now he was alone." (From Part 1)

I took him in with care and love and gave him food, I even told him I would make him immortal and ageless for all eternity!

(Translation by me)

"She slid her arm behind his back and half-raised him with unexpected strength, bringing the goblet to his lips. As the liquid touched those thirsty, dry lips, Odysseus gained strength anew to his arms; the type of strength you get when you need to survive. He greedily downed sips from the drink and aimed to hold it with his weak, shaking hands. He tasted the sweetest drink he ever thought he would taste; it was sweeter than honey, smoother than wine. It was all the tastes he ever knew and none at the same time. He coughed as the drink went down the wrong way but he drank more ignoring some that escaped his lips and down the thick layer of curly hair that adorned his wide chest. He was thirsty! He was thirsty to the point of madness!" (From Part 2)

"“My maids shall bring you some food, Odysseus. I believe you are strong enough to eat now. Nectar and potions we created should allow you to heal to that point” “I am grateful, beautiful goddess…” “Rest and regain your strength first” Calypso advised sweetly, “The rest shall come…”" (From Part 2)

"The weeks passed and Odysseus was indeed trying his best to keep himself in good condition. A few days more and he could walk about Calypso’s grotto without any problems and soon he felt gaining his old strength back. Eventually he got out of the grotto and got to explore the isle around and know his surroundings. Under the tender care of Calypso and her maids, Odysseus felt like finding himself again. He gained the weight he lost by his cruel misadventures and managed to built his previous physical strength." (From Part 2)

"“You nearly lost your life out there, darling… Why must you torment yourself over them? Why must your heart always mourn? Forget about this…mortal coil. Stay here with me…stay and rest, finally, Odysseus… You shall not want of anything here… I could offer you the gift of immortality… Never shall you fear sickness or death again! Never shall you find yourself in the same pitiful state that you were when you first showed up at my doors! You shall be my equal! All you need to do is ask…” (From Part 3) => [also remembering the first rhapsodies how Athena says t the council of the gods that Calypso aims to make him forget his homeland]

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So yeah... I tried my best to follow the Odyssey but of cource details filled in by me! For those interested the three parts of this story are here!

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

And of course viewe's discression is advised given the hard hemes it includes (yes it includes the mention of SA so yeah...sad and dark stuff)

My Calypso fanart based on my story

My Odysseus fanart based on my stories

[moonswolfie]

Infamous artist

Ushijima x gn!reader

Yet another instalation in this series! I think ushijima as a clueless awkward father is the cutest thing ever (sadly, you aren't as present in this one as the other ones)

It was really hard for me to imitate a five year old child's artstyle because I'm a pretty good artist and as other artists know, when you're good enough at art, it becomes hard for you to draw something wonky or "ugly" on purpouse, but I tried 😅

"Today is father's day, kids. How about we create something for our dads?" the caretaker asked the kids as they were sat around in a circle.

"Here, me and Shota-kun will give each of you a piece of paper, draw your favourite memory with dad, okay?" she said as she and Shota started handing each of the kids a piece of blank paper. Then she brought a box full of colored pencils and placed it in the middle of the circle of children.

All the kids scrambled to the center of the circle to grab their desired colors and went back to start drawing.

The sound of scritching and scratching of pencils against paper filled the room, and the two caretakers left the kids to themselves for a bit, only staying in the vicinity in case of another fight.

Soon, the kids were yelling that they're done, and Shota came over. "Alright, how about we share the memories? Hanako, what did you draw?" he asked in a gentle tone.

"It's me and my dad at the playground!" the little girl proudly showed off the image of her and her dad on the swingset.

"That's lovely! You're a great artist! Kazuhito?" the teacher encouraged the young boy to show his work. "It's m-me and my dad going fishing." he holds up the image of him and his dad with crudely drawn fishing poles and a big bucket of fish next to them.

"How nice! Himari?"

"I drew my dad playing princess with me!"

"Oh, you look very pretty! How about you, Rin?"

"It's me and daddy at the theme park."

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"And last but not least, Ryohei. Go ahead." Shota smiled happily at the boy.

Your son lifted up the drawing, happily saying "It's me and my dad playing volleyball!"

"O-Oh, so it was a game of volleyball. H-How nice." Shota sighed in relief. He thought it was something worse, something much worse.

"If I may ask, why does your dad look so angry?" Shota asked with a worried smile. Ryohei instantly answered "He always looks like that."

"Oh, a-alright. And why do you look so worried in your drawing?" Ryohei answered "Because dad sometimes hits me in the face and it hurts."

"He does what?" Shota's smile faded away completely, and he urged Ryohei to a more private place, Ryohei following him, a bit confused.

"Tell me, where does your dad hit you?" he kneeled to Ryohei's level, asking gently and placing an arm on his little shoulder.

"Sometimes when he hits the volleyball, it hits my face. So, riiiight here." Ryohei drew a circle around his entire face with his tiny finger. Shota sighed in relief again, wiping sweat from his forehead.

"You should've said so... I got worried there. Come on, let's go back." Shota gestured for Ryohei to come back to the other kids with him.

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"Wakatoshi, can you please go pick up Ryohei from kindergarten?" you asked on the phone.

"Sure." he replied simply. Usually, you go to pick him up but you were held back at work today and his coach just happened to be on leave for the week.

"He's in group A, the door with the ladybug on it. Thank you, I love you~" you told him, and he said "I love you too." before hanging up.

He put down his phone, pausing the volleyball game on TV to get his jacket and put on his shoes to take Ryohei home. The kindergarten was close, so he could just go by foot.

Out of habit, he ran all the way there, shortening the already short walk. He opened the door, and walked to the door with the ladybug, knocking on it.

"Hello. I'm here to take my son, Ushijima Ryohei home." he said politely, looking at Shota. Shota looked him up and down with a worried expression, making Ushijima raise his eyebrow in confusion.

So this was Ryohei's dad. He did look kind of scary, Shota will admit. And his hulking figure didn't help at all in that regard.

"O-Oh, okay. Ryohei, come here! Your dad came to pick you up!" Ryohei stopped playing with Hanako and ran over to Shota and Ushijima.

"Dad!! Why are you here?" Ryohei hugged Ushijima's leg, looking up at him. "To pick you up." he simply replied. "No, I don't mean that! It's not usually you!" Ushijima told him about your work situation, not dumbing it down.

"I don't know what that means, but okay! Oh! I made you a drawing for father's day! It's us playing volleyball!" Ryohei said, pulling out the dreaded drawing, Shota nervously sweating at the sight of it. What will Ushijima say?

Ushijima took it from Ryohei's hands, studying it with a blank expression for a couple of seconds. A slight smile danced on his lips, and he curtly thanked Ryohei. He was really unsure of what else to do, but you told him that he must always praise Ryohei when he gives him his art, even if it sucks, so he added on "It looks good."

You were not willing to have a repeat of the time when Ushijima's honest nature shone through a little too much and Ryohei ended up sobbing in your arms about how dad said his drawing looked horrible.

Shota stood there all frozen as Ushijima lead Ryohei to the shoe shelves, Ryohei excitedly telling him about his day, closing the door behind him.

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Soon, you arrived home to Ushijima listening to Ryohei ramble on about his friends and their adventures as super heroes. He looked as if he really wanted to watch a game of volleyball instead, but he was a patient man, so you knew he would sit through it.

"I'm home- What is this?" you asked, picking up the infamous drawing.

"I drew it for dad! Do you like it?!" Ryohei jumped up from the couch, running to your side.

Instead of the usual "It looks great!" both Ryohei and Ushijima would expect from you, you started laughing.

"What?! What's funny?!" Ryohei asked, offended. You desperately tried to hold in your giggles as you reassured him the drawing was great.

"Then why are you laughing?!" he yelled, hitting your leg. "I'm sorry- It's just- Someone might take this drawing the wrong way, you know that? Oh my god, this is gold-" you knew it was a depiction of the little one on one matches Ryohei and Wakatoshi have, but you also saw the other version that someone with less knowledge of your family might see.

"What wrong way?!" Ryohei didn't understand at all.

"Nothing, nothing." you broke out in little giggles. Ryohei huffed angirly behind you, sitting on the floor.

"Oh man, Wakatoshi. I told you to be a little gentler with Ryohei." you said in a lighthearted tone.

Ushijima looked at you, confused. "I am." he said matter-of-factly.

You should have probably realised earlier that Ushijima's definition of gentle was a little skewed since he's a professional volleyball player, and a very powerful one at that.

Didn't help that he wasn't exactly a gentle person to begin with.

"What do you see when you look at this drawing?" you asked, handing it to him. "Me and my son playing volleyball. What else?" he replied, looking at you like you're strange for even asking that.

"Well, it also looks like you're angry at him and about to hit him." You pointed out. Ushijima narrowed his eyes, further inspecting the drawing.

"But that's not happening."

"I know. But if a stranger sees this, they will think that's what's happening."

"Hmm. I guess you're right."

You got up, gently taking the drawing back. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I'll be putting this artistic masterpiece on the fridge." You walked away to the kitchen, leaving Ushijima and a pouting Ryohei alone.

He didn't know what to talk about, so he did the thing he knew best.

"Want to play volleyball with me?"

"No." Ryohei crossed his arms. This reaction surprised Ushijima. Ryohei always said yes immediately. What happened?

"Why?" he asked, genuinely confused. "I don't feel like it." Ryohei said, not moving away from his spot on the ground, hmphing.

Was this because he was too rough with Ryohei up until now? That's the only reason he could think of.

(In reality, he's just mad you laughed at his drawing)

"I apologize." he said, making Ryohei turn his head around, confused. "Why are you sorry?"

"I'll be more gentle from now on." Ushijima clarified, getting up from the couch to sit beside Ryohei. "What are you talking about?"

"You don't want to play volleyball with me because I'm too rough on you."

"What? I don't care about that. I jus' don't wanna." this didn't make any sense to Ushijima. If he didn't care, then why does he not want to play? You told Ushijima something else. If he doesn't understand Ryohei's behaviour, it's best to leave him be.

So he takes your advice and simply gets up, moves to the couch and finally resumes the match on TV.

"Hmph." he hears Ryohei, but doesn't think anything of it and keeps watching.

"Hmph!" No response from Ushijima.

"HMPH!" Ushijima finally turned his head to find Ryohei staring at him, cheeks puffed out and eyebrows furrowed in frustration.

"What's the issue?" Ushijima asks him, curious about his son's grumbling. "You don't get it!" Ryohei wants to be comforted about his drawing, but Ushijima is the worst at understanding children.

"I really don't. Please tell me so I can fix the issue." he admitted, as serious as ever.

"Is my drawing really that bad?" he asked, tears welling up in his little eyes. "No, it looks good. You did a great job." Ushijima's voice was monotone, yet reassuring. Like a captain encouraging his team during a game.

This seemed to calm down Ryohei a bit, and Ushijima didn't know what else to say, resorting to his default option once more.

"How about some volleyball now?"

Ryohei got up, wiping his tears and running to Ushijima's side. "O-Okay. Just don't hit my face."

"I'll do my best." he promised, going into the backyard with Ryohei.

You stood in the kitchen, smiling to yourself at your family's interactions.

[specialagentlokitty]

Jimmy Palmer x Male!reader - happy memories

So I’m looking for a Jimmy Palmer x Trans Male Reader, romantic relationship please! and could the storyline be the reader (an agent on Gibbs’ team) getting triggered whilst on a case and Jimmy realising that it’s a PTSD reaction and helping to calm the reader down? Not sure of more than that, but some fluff between the reader and Jimmy would be cool! - @the-imitation-blog 💜

(D/N) - dead name

Jimmy was busy helping Ducky when he heard you come over, crouching next to him he smiled and looked up at you as he held a coffee cup out to him.

“Thanks!” He beamed.

“None for me?” Ducky chuckled.

“Don’t worry doc I haven’t forgotten you, here’s your tea.”

Ducky took it and gave you a thankful smile as he began to fill you in on everything that he had found and you nodded along.

“Right thanks Duck, I’ll let Gibbs know.”

Getting up, you kissed Jimmy on the head before walking away to go and find your boss.

It wasn’t easy to miss him, he was standing in front of the police barricade practically shouting an argument to someone.

Walking over, you stood next to him.

“(D/N)?” Someone asked.

You didn’t respond to them and turned around to face your boss instead.

“Ducky thinks it was foul play, I think we should make this an official investigation.” You explained.

“Right, I’ll let Vance know.”

Gibbs walked away with his phone in his hands and someone grabbed your shoulder making you jump back away from them.

“Unless you want to be arrested for assaulting a federal officer I suggest you think again.” You sneered.

“(D/N) don’t you dare speak to me like that.”

“That’s not my name.” You hissed.

“It is and always will be your name!”

“No it’s not!”

The woman on the other side of the tape just scoffed at you and shook her head.

“This is just a phase, you’ll out grow it!” She yelled.

Your breathing picked up and you slowly started to back away as you realised who she was.

While backing away you bumped into someone and you looked behind you to find Tony there, he placed his hands on your arms and moved you behind him.

“I suggest you leave him alone before I personally drag you in myself!” Tony snapped.

The woman started to argue with him and you just walked away, heading to the ME van you sat there with your head in your hands trying to take deep breaths.

You thought getting into NCIS was going to get you away from all of this, but you had no clue why she was even there.

You were breathing rapidly, chest heaving as you heard your heart racing in your chest.

“Gibbs something is wrong with (Y/N)!” Ziva yelled.

Gibbs turned to you as did the rest of the team.

Jimmy started at you for a moment before he jumped up, pulling his gloves off he stuffed them into his pocket as he walked over and took your face between his hands.

You eyes started at him but there wasn’t even a flicker of recognition there.

“Breathe.” He said softly.

You took a deep breath.

“That’s it, and another?”

You did the same and he kept telling you to take deep breaths until he could feel you relax slightly and he wiped a few tears from your face with his thumbs.

“Jimmy…?” You asked.

“Yeah it’s me, come here.”

He sat next to you and pulled you into his side, letting you rest your head on his shoulder as you closed your eyes, trying to focus on calming your racing heart.

“She’s gone now, do you want to head back we’re leaving anyways.” Tony smiled.

You nodded and stood up, pulling your keys out of your pocket only to have them snatched away by Tony.

“I’ll drive, then autopsy gremlin will find you when he’s back, okay?”

You nodded and followed Tony.

The drive back was silent, he didn’t ask any questions other than wondering if you were okay.

Once you were back you sat at your desk trying to do some paperwork when a pair of hands were placed in your shoulders messaging them.

Looking up you found Jimmy smiling down at you, and you placed a hand over one of his, giving it a gentle squeeze.

“You don’t have to tell me what happened back there, I just want to know if you’re okay?” He asked.

“Yeah… I’ll be okay.” You nodded.

Leaning your head back, you resting it against him as you closed your eyes and slowly breathed, the sounds of the office helping you relax, reminding you where you really were.

Jimmy smiled at you and leant down, kissing the top of your head before he carried on working all the stress out of your shoulders.

“Palmer! You should be downstairs!” Gibbs snapped.

“Sorry gibbs I’ll go now.”

Jimmy went to leave but your white knuckle grip on his hand made him stop and he turned to gibbs who looked at you before sighing.

He waved his hand, telling Jimmy he could stay there and your grip relaxed a little.

Jimmy leant down.

“I’m not going anywhere okay?” He whispered.

You nodded your head and he carried on messaging your shoulders, letting you rest your head on him as you tried to forget everything about the woman you had seen today.

All those horrible memories you didn’t want, you tried focusing on happy ones instead, and all the ones you thought off were about Jimmy. When you met him, when he asked you out, when you moved in together.

All your happy memories were him

[lemmilemura]

We’re not going to dinner

~MASTERLIST~

Part 2

After he shut his window and disappeared you finally went into your pool to retrieve the volleyball, now floating at one of the edges. You still had the feeling he was there, watching you, so you looked over your shoulder a few times. You were starting to get creeped out, but also excited for future shenanigans. You decided to head inside as the movers started slowly disappearing for the day and your mother was beginning to put things in their place.

You grabbed your laptop, bag and towel, but left the water gun outside for future use. You noticed that there were already a decent chunk of boxes and furniture set up, the garden door leading to the kitchen, where your mother was putting away the silverware and your dad the pots and pans. “Honey please don’t tell me you shot at the house next door.” Your dad said as you weaved in between him and your mother. You stopped for a second, wracking your brain for something to say. “Your honor, relevance?” you tried to imitate your father, he was a lawyer, so he had taught you a few things to say and do in case you found yourself in a courtroom. He chuckled.

“The accused was seen shooting their water gun at the house next door to their own, which just so happens to be the Mayor’s house. The court is asking for confirmation on this matter.” Shit. Your mother shook her head with a smile, she always did at your little discussions. “Uhm… My client was in a silly goofy mood?” You tried. Your father pretended to think for a while. “Not guilty, but we’re gonna be keeping a closer eye on you.” He patted you on the shoulder. “Phew. Thought I was for sure gonna end up in jail.” 

“Seriously honey, you can’t just be shooting at other people’s houses.” Your mother joined the conversation. “Tell that to the smug asshole who threw this full force at our pool just to annoy me. He started it.” You placed the ball on the counter, laying it atop your towel. “Well what did that ‘smug asshole’ look like, perchance?” she made air quotes with her hands. “Smug. Stupid. Asshole-ish.” You opened the fridge, but, unsurprisingly, were met with big fat nothing. You could feel your mothers unimpressed face on you.

“I dunno, mom, I barely looked. I think he had black hair? It was dark, that’s for sure. Think he’s my age. About…” you thought about the angle at which you were looking, then stretched your arm at an approximate height. “yay tall?” “Oh sweet Jesus” Your mother facepalmed. “What did I say?” Your father chuckled. “That was probably the Mayor’s kid, honey. Ya know, because that’s the Mayor's house.” he responded. No way was that jerk the Mayor’s son, no way José. “The one we’ll be having dinner with in about two hours, actually.” 

Okay now you were starting to panic. First, he was the Mayor’s kid. Second, you shot a water gun at the Mayor’s house. Third, you were going to have to be face to face with them for dinner. Fourth… you actually didn’t have a fourth yet, but you were sure you’d have one before the night was over. “Why didn’t you come and tell me?” You asked, suddenly hyper aware that you went in the pool and would now have to make yourself look presentable with the little products you had. “Because we still have two hours and you were going to come inside eventually.” 

You spent one of those two hours trying to get the smell of chlorine out of your hair, even though you were barely in the pool it clung to you as if you’d spent a year in it. After you were successfully de-chlorined you started looking for a, you assumed, formal outfit to wear. “Ma! What kind of dinner is this?” You yelled down to your mother. “Just a dinner, honey.” You rolled your eyes. “A dinner with the Mayor! How do you dress for that?” leave it to your mother to completely miss the point of a question. “Dress like when we go to a restaurant.” “Last one we went to was Chuck E Cheese, ma.” “Please do not wear that t-shirt again, it has sauce all over it.” Your mom came to your room to help you pick out something good enough.

~Taglist~

@pine-ferret @awild-mustang @iamgayforyourmom1510 @kim-soup

[camels-pen]

somnolescent

Summary: The initial manifestation of Richie’s ‘push’ powers affected Virgil more than he thought.

warning: car accident

Ao3 Link

Virgil backed out of the doors carefully holding both colas—no lids, of course, since Richie doesn’t like lids on his because they’re a waste and what if I wanna try yours? I’m not drinking from your straw—about to deepen his voice and imitate a british accent, the words your cola, sir on the tip of his tongue—

SCREEECH

For a split second, Richie was kneeling, a dog cradled in his arms and covering his face as a truck was about to—to—

Then a spark.

A bright pink light, similar in hue to his own powers, expanded from Richie’s palm, forming a large round shield. 

The truck rammed into it with an impressive CRASH.

The grill was crushed, the bumper and hood were heavily dented and the windshield looked like it was about ready to shatter with how many cracks it got. 

People were screaming and scared and someone was yelling about a reckless kid, but all Virgil could see was his best friend almost getting killed in front of him with him unable to do anything to stop it.

He didn’t even register dropping the colas.

“The brake must’ve popped,” a man in overalls said, catching his breath against the side of the truck. “We’re just lucky nobody was hurt.”

Virgil ran up to Richie, an Are you okay? Did you get hurt anywhere? I can’t believe you almost— stuck in his throat. “How’d you do that?” he settled on. 

Richie stared at his hands, turning them over. Virgil noticed them start to shake before Richie quickly hid them under his armpits. “I don’t know.”

Virgil heard whispering near them and he glanced around to the open street and onlookers. He grabbed Richie’s shoulder. “Let’s get out of here.”

Then it was figuring out Richie’s new powers. Catching him from a near disaster with his first flight (and wasn’t that terrifying?). Covering for Richie with his mom. Seeing Richie in new threads trying to be a superhero. Helping Richie while he was trying to be a superhero (no, Virgil was not jealous that Richie seemed stronger than him). Sniffing out the bullshit Richie was trying to push on him.

Walking off the probably bruised ribs Richie gave him.

By the time Virgil had finished mopping the floor with those Run and Jump goons and got knocked out by that old man, his friend’s near death experience was far from his mind.

“How do you feel?”

“When I wake up, remind me to be very angry with you.”

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Remind me to be very angry with you he’d said. And he was angry. But more than that, there was this tight little ball of—of something in his chest that wouldn’t go away now that he wasn’t preoccupied with hero stuff.

Anger was the only thing that made sense right now and it made him feel a little better, talking smack and fighting him 1v1 in the arcade until closing.

But now—now, Richie was mentioning he was gonna head out, back home, on his own.

The tight little ball in his chest grew, making it hard to breathe.

“Hey, how ‘bout a sleepover?” the words left his lips before he even registered them.

“Uhh, I’d love to V, but I need to head home and smooth things over with my mom.” Richie laughed nervously, a sheepish smile on his face. “Pretty sure she thinks I went missing or something.”

“Why?” Virgil said, brows furrowed. “I already covered for you—”

“Ah, yeah, but”—Richie winced—“I forgot to tell her we were going to the arcade.”

Virgil chuckled. “What? Dude, I said I covered for you. Did your mom turn into a helicopter in one afternoon?”

Richie averted his eyes. “It’s been a little different since Ebon took me. She gets worried a lot easier now.”

The reminder of the very real dangers that could strike at any moment felt like a bucket of ice water down his back.

“Right, right.” Virgil rubbed the back of his neck. “Sorry, yeah, you do you, we can have a sleepover some other time.”

He kept up a smile and wave until Richie turned the corner. He felt sick.

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The truck was out of control. Richie ran to grab the puppy in its way. Tripped. Tried to cover them both from the impact.

The truck crashed.

Virgil watched it all in the span of a few seconds. Boots stuck to the ground.

The faceless crowd shouted at him. 

“Why didn’t you save him? You’re supposed to be a hero.”

“Those poor people. Their only child…”

“Not to mention the boyfriend left behind.”

“Boyf—?” Virgil turned in the direction of the last voice. He cut himself off as he walked right into someone. He froze, heart thudding loudly in his chest as his father’s disappointed voice rang in his ears.

“Virgil, I can’t believe this. You let Richie die? Just like that?” Slowly, Virgil looked up. There was his father standing in front of him, his face above the mouth hazy and covered in fog.

“N-No! I couldn’t move! I didn’t even see it!” But he did. He did see it. He just wasn’t fast enough. Wasn’t good enough.

“I raised you better than to make excuses, young man.” And no—that’s—his dad always believed him. When it counted, he always believed Virgil.

A familiar scoff caught his attention. To his right, Sharon was looking at him with disgust. “Look at him. He’s more worried about getting in trouble than the fact that his best friend’s dead!”

The words echoed in his mind.

That wasn’t—Richie wasn’t—

He turned back to the road. Stared at the truck.

The grill was crushed, the bumper and hood were heavily dented and the windshield looked like it was about ready to shatter with how many cracks it got. 

He looked down. Stared at—

At—

There was a massive puddle of blood on the ground. Richie was laying in the center of it, his limbs and neck and torso twisted and broken and caved in, in ways no living being could survive.

Virgil woke up and vomited on the floor.

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The thing was, Richie’s hoodie wasn’t draped over his desk chair.

Normally, this would’ve been fine, but with the day he’d had followed by that nightmare, Virgil was on edge.

The most likely culprit was Sharon or his Pops putting it in the wash so one of them could fold it and set it aside to return it to Richie later. It was a futile endeavour, considering it had taken up residence in their house for well over a year now.

Virgil desperately tried to focus on the facts and ignore the whispers in his head saying it wasn’t a dream at all. That he failed. That Richie was—

Virgil scrambled for his costume, pulling the Shock Vox from his belt.

“C’mon pick up. Please pick up.”

Richie did not pick up.

There was wind on his face and in his hair and suddenly he was floating on his disc outside Richie’s window, his heart thumping painfully in his chest.

Virgil could hardly remember how he got here, much less when he changed into Static. He didn’t care.

He knocked on the glass. Two short, one long, three short.

No response.

He tried again. And again.

He didn’t bother with a fourth attempt.

It didn’t take long to get in and at first he was grateful, antsy to reassure himself that Richie really was fine.

Yet when he stepped foot in the room, he froze on the spot. 

Because what if he wasn’t fine? What if Virgil had broken into the home of a grieving family and he was making this all up? After all, Richie never turned off his Shock Vox and the idea that someone would have the ability to give people temporary bang baby powers seemed more like the dream. 

Virgil couldn’t handle losing someone again. It tore him apart the first time and without Richie, he wouldn’t survive—

A loud, familiar snore cut through his thoughts.

He blinked.

There was a lump on the bed. A large, person-shaped lump. The top of it, by the pillows, was covered in a single dark blue blanket.

Virgil gulped. His heart hammered in his chest. 

He hovered a hand over it, hesitant. He stared at his hand a moment before clenching it into a fist and tapping his head with it, mouthing stupid stupid stupid in time with each tap.

Virgil glared at the blanket, filled with frustration for the offending square of fabric and riding the rush of energy to rip it away from the person underneath.

Removing it revealed a head of messy blonde hair followed by a face slackened with sleep, pillowed on both hands, wearing an old white t-shirt.

And all at once, relief.

Virgil nearly fell to his knees with it, seeing his best friend alive, breathing, and not twisted into a mangled up corpse.

The relief made way for other thoughts he hadn’t considered in his haste to check on Richie, however, and he was realizing that he should probably leave before his friend woke up.

Of course, it was never that easy for Virgil.

When the last of the blanket fell away from Richie’s arms, he heard the sound of irony sealing his fate. It sounded a lot like static electricity.

Richie jolted slightly and his snoring cut out. His eyes slowly blinked open, scanning the room and landing on Virgil. He didn’t have his glasses on, but Virgil knew he could see enough to recognize him.

Richie groaned and flopped back on the mattress. “V, tell me there’s not a midnight burglary you have to take care of. Trying to cover for you with your pops when I’m tired as shit is really really hard.”

Virgil stayed silent, drinking in the sight of Richie’s chest, slowly moving up and down with each breath he took—drinking in the sight of him being alive—while simultaneously trying to come up with a good enough excuse to avoid any in-depth questions.

Richie turned his head a bit, glancing at the wall behind Virgil, and groaned again. His foot lightly kicked Virgil’s shin through the comforter. “Dude, the window was locked, not barricaded. You didn’t have to bust through the whole thing—”

“Why was your Shock Vox off?” That. Was not what he meant to say. But at the reminder of what led him here, he needed to know. Richie never turned his Shock Vox off. Never. 

“Ohhh that. I was working on a new upgrade before bed. Needed to remove the battery for a bit. Guess I forgot to double check it was working properly when I put it back.” The blanket slipped from Virgil’s slack grip as the tension started to drain out of him faster, as it really started to hit him that Richie was okay. That this was all real. “Virgil?”

“Fine, it’s—I’m fine.” He rubbed a hand down his face… or attempted to; when his fingers caught on his goggles he sighed. He picked up the blanket, draped it back over Richie. “I should go. Sorry for waking you.”

He stared at Richie. Waited for his goodbye. 

Richie stared at him for a long moment. Looked so intently at Virgil’s face that he fought down the urge to squirm. 

A shiver ran through him, the breeze from the (now permanently) open window making him look down at his clothes and—oh. 

Virgil wondered how he’d gotten here so quickly without remembering putting on the suit. Turned out he only put on his Static jacket over his pj’s. He wasn’t even wearing any shoes.

He should be more panicked about leaving the house like that. Probably.

Finally, Richie said, “You look tired.”

And Virgil. He was. 

The ride over must’ve really drained him or the relief was replacing the last of the adrenaline or he was exhausted just thinking of the conversation they were going to have, but he was too tired to bother trying to hide it.

He sighed. “I am.”

“C’mon,”  Richie flipped the covers and scooted closer to the wall. “Get in.”

And despite how much of a bad idea he knew it was, considering the risk of Mrs. Foley seeing them sleeping in the same bed together—not to mention him wearing Static’s jacket and Static’s flying disk sitting on the floor—Virgil didn’t hesitate to slip in beside Richie and hold him in his arms.

“This okay?” he whispered.

Richie smiled, one arm draping across Virgil’s waist and the other tucked under his head, his blinks growing slower. “More than okay.”

There would be a conversation in the morning—one he wouldn’t be able to escape—but at least here, holding Richie in his arms and drifting off, he could escape his nightmares and dream of a different kind of conversation going oh so right.

[howl-fantasies]

It’s Maggie’s 23rd birthday and Oswald plans a surprise party for her. Even her actual siblings (Oliver and Thea) show up, as well as Bruce, Alfred and Selena, (to a mostly villain centred event, but they don’t need to know that). As Maggie is about to make a wish and blow out the candles, Jerome crashes the party and tries to kidnap Maggie… what happens?

Ahahaha!

Remember the scene where Oswald is in a restaurant and basically everyone is armed? Well, it would be something similar.

Warning: violence, blood, profanities, it's Gotham. English isn't my first language.

Gifts and pictures aren't mine. Credits go to their owner.

Word Count: 2.061

Tags: @keffirinne @flaysthings

Everybody was having a good time as Maggie feels so much joy she was ready to see fireworks bursting out of it. How did Oswald managed to negotiate peace and regroup so many villains, citizen (Alfred and Bruce), cops (Jim and Harvey) and her family under the same roof? *Spoiler: Y/N and Victor were in charge of convincing the villains. Remember Victor's friendly visits during the establishment of Pax Penguina? Same vibes*

Now she was in the middle of the crowd singing "Happy Birthday", she voluntarily ignore the guns held by the Zsaszs discretely threatening others villains, and focused on the gigantic birthday cake being carefully put on the table in front of her.

She felt Oswald warm hand on her right shoulder as the audience was now clapping and encouraged her to blow the 23 candles on it. "Happy Birthday my dear!" Cheered Cobblepot with a huge smile and proud tears in his eyes. "Make a wish!"

The young woman leaned just a bit and took a deep breath, closing her eyes while thinking about what she could ask for. It only took her a second before she opened them again, ready to exhale as strongly as she could to extinguish all little flames in one blow.

It never happened, though. A deafening explosion shook the whole building, surprising every person present in the room. Only a second later, the double doors were literally ripped off their hinges, crashing a few feet away.

"Well, well, well", a sinister voice raised from the chaos. "Celebrating a birthday and nobody sent me an invitation?"

Magnolia swore she heard Y/N swear from somewhere behind her. But she was too shocked to turn around and scold her for her foul mouth. Even Oswald let it slide, choosing to screech at the man entering the room.

"What the hell do you think you are doing, Jerome?! How dare you barge into MY hideout and ruining everything I've worked so much for?!" Now the little man was yelling.

The redhead didn't seem to mind, though. He even leaned against the damaged doorframe nonchalantly and even had the gal to yawn like he was bored. When Oswald stopped, he finally straightened and point a lazy finger at Maggie.

"I'm here to deliver my own special little gift for the doll." He started. "Forgive me but I let it home, you'll have to follow me here for me to give it to you." He added with a maniacal and sinister grin. She shuddered. Yup, she preferred Victor's.

"I have a better suggestion, Jerome." Y/N's sultry voice broke Maggie raising panic and caught the man's attention. His terrifying rictus was now directed on the hitwoman.

"Oh? Do tell, love." He said, barely dodging a bullet. Victor.

Y/N walked until she was standing just next to Magnolia, cheering her up with her presence. Discreetly pushing her with her right arm in Jim's and Harvey direction. She obliged. Jim took the hint too and was now on her right, a "GCPD!" Probably bubbling into his throat. But he waited to see what Y/N had to say.

"Since you're not only a clown but the whole fucking circus," she drawled, swiftly grabbing her guns, immediately imitated by Victor and the Zsaszettes. "You're going to entertain us. Here. You want to groove? I'mma show you how to move." Her steel-cold voice had the merit to reduce his stupid grin. Just a bit. Just for a second. Just before his infamous laugh resonated inside of the room.

"...Aha.ha.ah. Sorry to disappoint, sweetheart. But it'll have to wait. Maggie and I have an appointment", suddenly, all doors flew open, letting dozen of creepy clown-masked goons go inside.

Oh god. Now she was panicking. Her eyes immediately landed on Bruce, who was already looking at her in alarm. Just next to him, Selina was adjusting her position, ready to fight like a feral cat and clawing some faces and eyes. Magnolia heard Alfred also swearing under his breath. It was going to be a bloodbath, she knew it.

Victor's light voice brought her back to present.

"Okie-dokie, time to boogie!"

His intervention seemed to awaken the whole room. In less than a second, every guest reach under an arm, a leg, in the band of their trouser, under a table and... even inside the platform supporting her birthday cake.

"GCPD!" Shouted Jim. Then it started. The shooting, the whistle of bullets all around them, the noise of broken tableware. Magnolia ducked and immediately search for somewhere to take cover, spotting Bruce a few meters from her.

"Bruce! Come here!" She urged, grabbing his thin arm and pulling him with her behind a heavy table. "Where is Selina?!" She shouted. The young billionaire breathing was erratic. "I don't know, she jumped on someone and I lost her in the crowd! Alfred is looking for her and told me to hide!" He cried.

At this very moment, the Magnolia regretted not having a freaking gun on her. She felt hopeless as she heard the bloodbath. Oswald's voice was the easier to identify. He was furious.

A pair of shiny shoes caught her attention and she felt her heart stops. "Bang", she heard a mocking voice say, a gun pointed at her face but not firing. Victor sadistic grin was the next thing she registered. The fucker had the gal to play goofball now?!

"It's not funny Victor!" Magnolia yelled in anger. "Aren't you supposed to help your wife?!"

His grin never fade and he didn't turn as a clown goon rushed in his back, ready to shoot him and making her scream. *Bang* A clean shot in Jerome's goon head and the man fell heavily on the floor. Dead. Victor didn't even look.

Only grabbing a gun from one of his leg's holsters and holding it for her to grab. "Y/N has my six", his eyes lifted up quickly and his other hand quickly raised, pulling the trigger and shooting somewhere in the crowd, just before lowering his gaze again with a twisted grin.

"And I've got hers. Gothamite relationship goal here, Mags." He said, throwing her the smaller gun. "Barrel pointing at the target", he mocked. Only a middle finger would answer that properly.

He just laughed, like the maniac he was, before it brutally stopped and he looked pissed, moving like a man on a mission out of her sight. Now in possession of a weapon, Magnolia felt a bit better. She turned to look at Bruce, still a bit pale after seeing Victor Zsasz this close. "Bruce! We have to get you out of here", she called.

The teen moved his head mimicking a no. "We can't leave without Selina and Alfred! And what about you?!"

The young woman sighed. He had a point. She slowly straightened and peaked above the table. Absolute chaos.

She spotted Oswald with a machine gun screaming at some goons as he pierced their skin, Ed dodging bullets behind his own table, losing his bowler hat in the process. Jim beating the shit out of another goon and Harvey tackling another on the ground. Victor and Y/N making a remake of Mister and Mrs Smith, back against back and firing quickly.

Then, finally, Alfred, who shot another goon while Selina jumped on his acolyte and clawed his eyes with fury. "I can see them!" Maggie shouted to Bruce, only to feel her forearm suddenly grabbed by the teen's hand. He was shaking like a leaf. Oh dear.

"Gotcha~" She heard in her back, making her jump out of her skin and abruptly turn to face the voice. Oh no. Just in front of her, Jerome was threatening them with his own machine gun, his unnatural wide smile ready to split his jaw in half. Oh no, no, no.

She saw his brown eyes sliding on Bruce. "You're welcome to follow us, Brucie. In fact, I want you to." He laughed. No way. Maggie jumped on her feet, she didn't even take the time to think and put herself in front of Wayne, lifting her arm holding Victor's gun and also threatening Jerome with it. "Leave him alone, Jerome!"

Now the redhead was laughing hysterically. "My, oh my! Are you threatening me with a gun doll? Ahahahaha! Sorry to tell you this, but usually, it's the guy holding a machine gun who has the right to make demands. Put your toy away, love, we don't have all day."

His eyes took a quick look around before he whispered for just them to hear like they were plotting or sharing a secret, "Plus, I don't want your parents to catch us, they are terrifying". The nerve!

She must have waited too long to move. Jerome grabbed her arm roughly making her yelp in pain and Bruce scream in fear. But Valeska didn't care and started to pull her behind him, shooting here and there to clear his path and pointing the barrel of his machine gun on Bruce to deter him to flee. "You come with us Brucie."

His lack of focus on her was her cue. So what if he had a machine gun and she only had a 'little gun'? A bullet was still a bullet, as Y/N always said. The florist shoved her gun directly on his thigh and didn't wait for him to fully understand what was happening to pull the trigger.

Jerome's shout was music on her ears. She didn't savor it, though and pull the trigger again, aiming at his upper arm, the one holding his machine gun. Another yell. "Run Bruce!" Shouted Maggie as she was starting to run in Y/N and Victor direction. Screw their escape, they needed brute force after what she did.

"You fucking bitch!" She heard on her back, making her stop and turn around with wide eyes as Valeska was aiming at her with one arm, ready to pierce her skin.

"MAGGIE! DON'T FUCKING STOP RUNNING IDIOT!" She heard Y/N yell a few meters away, just as Veleska pulled the trigger. Everyone screamed and her too as she felt the white hot pain explode in her calf, making her lose her balance and crash on the floor.

Another crashing sound caught her attention: Jim jumped on Jerome, disarming him and allowing the cop to beat him to a pulp. "Maggie! Oh my god are you ok?" Bruce hide her the rest of the beating. The young woman felt a bit dizzy and shaken but slowly nodded before she winced when she felt the pain and the blood rush out of the bullet wound.

A gloved hand pushed Wayne on the side and she was now facing Y/N. She was angry, she could tell by the hard frown on her face. Her piercing eyes were assessing the damages on her calf. "You stupid, foolish child," she muttered, lifting her eyes to scrutinize her face. "If someone is ready to shoot you, run. Find a safe spot and then fucking shoot them back. Never stand frozen, idiot. Unless you have a fucking death wish." She said coldly.

Magnolia nodded stupidly, ready to apologize, just when another gloved hand finds itself on Y/N's shoulder and another one gave her a thumb up. "Wooh! Your shoots were terrific. Good job here little one."

Maggie had to give it to Jerome: yes, her 'parents' were terrifying. She facepalmed as Y/N was shoving her elbow deep in her husband belly to tell him to shut the fuck up.

Both were roughly shoved to the side by Oswald. "Get out of the way you brutes!" Both hitman and woman grunted in discomfort as they ungracefully landed on their butt. Despite the situation, Maggie giggled earning Y/N's middle finder.

"Oh my god dear, are you ok? Don't move, we're going to call an ambulance don't worry!" Cobblepot babbled, holding her shoulders for dear life. "It shouldn't have happened", he now muttered as she could feel his guilt.

"Jerome is unpredictable, Oz, nobody could have seen it coming", The young woman said with a gentle smile. She couldn't help herself and giggled again. "For sure I'll not forget my 23rd birthday."

"She's losing it, Jim," she heard Harvey mutters in Oswald's back. This time she truly laughed.

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A/N - I hope you liked it! Have a beautiful day/night dear, read you soon. Take care!

[abbatoirablaze]

Tig's Daughter, Chapter 2

Word Count:  2.1k

Alex’s POV

"Is it bad that I sort of remember this place?" 

Dad smiled at me as I got out of the car. He ran to my side and grabbed my backpack, "dad I only have one bag. I can get it."

"That's bullshit that your mother threw away all of your stuff when you were at work," he growled, "I'll have the prospect or Gemma take you shopping. You're gonna need clothes for school when it starts up next month."

"School?"

"Yeah," he laughed, "don't tell me you thought I was gonna let you off scott free when it came to that."

"You didn't graduate," I began, "hell neither did Fawn."

"Yeah," he sighed, "but you are going to go to school. And you are going to graduate. I want you to have a better life than I have."

"Your life doesn't look so bad."

"Tig, thank god your back," a younger guy said, running up to him, "Clay's telling me there's a beamer that's coming in."

"Fucking deal with it then, prospect," dad growled at him, "I'm off today. I brought my kid home."

"Your kid?"

"Yeah," he scoffed, "people have them sometimes. It's a result of fucking without a condom."

"DAD!"

"Sorry kiddo," he sighed, sparing me a glance. Then he turned to the prospect once more, "see, you got me swearing in front of my kid, half-sack. GO TO WORK!"

As he ran away, dad turned back to me, "who was that?"

"The prospect?" he asked, "name's half-sack."

"What's his real name?"

"Kip!"

"Well, I think you scared Kip," I said, pointing into the garage. He was asking another guy about something, and it looked like he was annoying him just as much, “poor guy looks scared half to death.”

"He's still getting his bearings," dad shrugged, "he's only been here a month and a half.  But he’s alright.  Veteran…served in Iraq.  We’re not scaring him, trust me."

"And you guys are already putting him to work in the garage?"

He shrugged, "not my call."

Then he turned around, and we were facing the clubhouse.

"Is this where we're staying?"

"Yeah," he nodded, "at least until I can find us a place. When your mom left me, she forced me to sell the house. It was in both of our names. Been living in the dorms ever since."

"Well, that's kind of depressing."

"Hey, we take what we can get," he shrugged, "I didn't have you...or your sisters...and that day when Missy died...I didn't have anything left."

I sighed, knowing that was all too true.

When mom walked out on dad, she'd pretty much taken any asset he'd had. Part of me always believed that if Missy hadn't been shot that day, she would have tried to take her too, just to spite my dad.

"So do you want the tour, kiddo?"

I nodded, "sure."

He wrapped an arm around my shoulder and led me into the clubhouse. It still looked as big as I'd remembered it. When we walked inside, I noticed a few women hanging around the bar or cleaning up. Dead ahead was a room with a big table.

Out walked two guys. A heavy-set guy with a full beard, and a taller, more brute looking man with white hair.

"Clay, Bobby, this is my kid."

Dad sounded almost proud when he said that, pushing me ahead of himself slightly.

The heavy-set man was first to come up. He wrapped me up in a hug, "Oh kiddo, you've grown so much since I last saw you. Tig, she's gotten so big.  How long has it been?  Ten, no, eleven years?"

"Do I know you?"

"Elvis," he smiled, holding himself out to me, “Bobby Elvis, babydoll.”

My eyes went wide.  I remembered him.  He was the man who would always act like he was Elvis Presley.

"Elvis!"

"That's right," he smiled, imitating Elvis. I laughed and hugged him again, "thank you. Thank you very much."

"Oh my god," I exclaimed, "I'm sorry I didn't recognize you!"

"It's fine doll," he laughed, "you were probably five or six the last time I saw you."

"OH MY GOD, ALEXIS!" a woman's voice yelled, "TIGGER IS THIS REALLY HER?"

I turned, but just quick enough that the woman in front of me didn't bowl me over. She wrapped me up in the tightest hug I'd ever felt. Closing my eyes, I relaxed into her scent.  It was one that I couldn’t forget.  I felt myself sliding into the comfort and familiarity of her. 

Gemma.

I smiled and held the woman who'd been like a real mother to me for the first six years of my life, "Gemma."

She let me go just long enough to bring a hand to her mouth, "oh baby, you've grown so much. You're such a beautiful young lady."

"I missed you, Gem."

She pulled me back into a second hug and she began to pet my hair, "oh baby, I'm never letting that evil woman tear you away from us again. Even if it means putting a bullet in her, myself."

"Feel free," I laughed, “I won’t stop you.”

She let go of me and I turned to the white-haired man. The president of the club.

"Clay."

"Alexis."

He tried to act like it was no big deal, and he held a hand out to me.

"Good to see you."

"Oh, who you kidding," he laughed, pulling me into a hug as well. My façade broke as the man who was my best friend as a kid practically lifted me off the ground, "it's been too long kiddo.  You’ve been far too far from home.”"

"I know."

"You're home now though," Gemma smiled once Clay had finally let me go, "and that's all that matters. Come on sweetie, let me show you to the dorms so you can put your stuff down. We'll send the prospect out to the car to get the rest of your stuff."

"Oh, I uh, only have a backpack." I said, gesturing to my dad, who was still holding it, "I don't have much.  My mom threw out most of my stuff when I was working a double at the diner."

"Well that just won't do," she frowned, her hand reaching out to stroke my cheek, "you're seventeen sweetheart, you need to have options.  You’re a growing young lady."

"Just not too many options," dad said as Gemma grabbed my hand and started leading me out of the clubhouse, "GEMMA SHE'S ONLY SEVENTEEN!"

"Forget what your dad says," Gemma smiled as she used the keyless entry to her car, "we're going shopping and I'm spoiling the hell out of you baby." 

"I'm not seventeen."

"What?" dad asked, "yes you are. You're seventeen. You were born-"

"Dad...I'm eighteen."

"You know, I'm glad that bitch finally gave you back to your father."

"I’m glad I’m not the only one.”

"What do you mean, sweetheart?"

"Dad says that mom couldn't have been all that bad," I shrugged, "but he doesn't know what it was like living with her. He wasn't there when she forgot my birthday. He wasn't there when I learned how to ride a bike because my downstairs neighbors taught me. Wasn't there when mom pulled me out of school-"

"Your mom pulled you out of school?"

"Last year," I nodded, "she tried forcing me to go down with the corner with her, but once I told a neighbor, she got me a job under the table at a diner down the street. I got myself a fake ID and everything and started working a second job she didn't know about. Stashed some money away so that I could disappear when I turned 18."

"Sweetie."

I looked up at Gemma, putting my phone in my lap. She genuinely looked shocked at what I was telling her.

"What?"

"Baby, that's not okay."

"I'm fine," I admitted, "Dad tried to keep in touch. I remember he would call, and mom wouldn't let him talk to me. She'd just scream about money...and he'd tried to visit a few times...but he always sent me a birthday gift.  I knew he didn’t forget about me, and it made things a little more…bearable."

She looked sad as she focused back on the road.  We didn't say another word until we pulled back into TM. When we got out, she ordered the prospect to get my bags.

She truly had bought me a lot, saying that dad would foot the bill later.  But part of me knew she wouldn't give dad the bill.  He looked like he was barely making it by as it was.

I mean, I know mom took everything from him, but it didn't seem like he ever stopped giving what he had left to me.  As I walked into the clubhouse yet again, I saw dad sitting at the bar talking to Clay.

I ran up and wrapped my arms around him.  He turned partially in his seat and smiled when he realized it was me.

"So we got the rest of the day together," he smiled, "been talking with the guys. They're gonna let us spend some time together. Only thing I got going on is church tomorrow evening."

"Church?" I laughed, "when did you become religious."

"It's what we call our little get togethers," Clay laughed, taking a swig of his beer, "We just have to get together and vote on some things."

"Oh," I laughed, "I was gonna say, dad was never religious."

"They're religious about their bikes," Gemma laughed, putting an arm around Clay. They greeted one another with a kiss, and she turned back to me, "did you wanna go back out with me? I have to run a few more errands so I can do dinner tomorrow night. You're coming to that, right?"

"Let Tiggy spend some time with his little girl," Clay laughed, wrapping an arm around Gemma and pulling her close, "who knows how long she'll still wanna spend time with her old man."

Just then a loud noise broke us from our conversation.

"What the hell was that?"

"Guys, you gotta see this!" Half sack said, running into the clubhouse, "something just exploded."

"WHAT?"

We all followed him outside.

It looked like it was a bit further out, but the noise was getting louder, and a second, even bigger explosion went off.

"Holy shit!"

"Oh my god."

I looked back to my dad, but he was already looking to Clay.

"That ours?"

"Shit," Clay hissed, nodding towards my dad, "call the boys. We've gotta get everyone here. NOW!"

Without another word, dad pulled out his cell phone and began dialling up numbers.

"What's going on, Gemma?"

"Looks like you're stuck with me, sweetheart," she sighed, "let's go back in and get you unpacked. Your dad's gonna be busy for quite a while."

"But wha-"

But I was cut off by a third explosion developing from the area.  She sighed as she turned me around and led me back into the clubhouse like this was some everyday occurrence.

"Is this normal?"

"Well not that, exactly," she sighed as we walked back towards the dorms, "but there's always something going on in this town."

"I'd expect an explosion in Oakland, but not here," I admitted, “That’s crazy.”

Gemma shrugged, opening a door at the end of the hall.  Walking in, I took note of what Gemma had already done to make it more acceptable for a teenage girl.

The bags were haphazardly dropped in the room by the dresser. On top of the dresser was a picture of me and dad with Missy. He was laying on a couch and Missy was laying on him, and a six-year-old me was snuggled up right alongside of her.

That was a few months before she died.

I think that was one of the last pictures dad had taken of us.  Sighing to myself, I walked up, touching the frame.

"Your dad had his copy in his wallet," she said softly, "I borrowed it to make a copy so that you would have it."

"Dad had this in his wallet?"

"Yeah," she laughed, "on the back it says 'my girls' and it was dated 1998."

"Yeah," I smiled, "that was back at the house before mom left dad. They never tell you that you're in the good old days, you know. That shit always slips by and you never know it."

"Tell me about it," she laughed, "I remember 1998 so well. Jax was turning 20. They let him prospect for the club. It felt like he was still my baby boy."

"I'm sure he still is, Gemma."

"He'll always be my baby boy," she shrugged, "but you're right, sweetheart. Things have definitely changed since then." 

Chapter 3

[jgroffdaily]

A great interview with Jonathan and Ben Aldridge at Them, including Jonathan talking about being in contract negotiations for Merrily We Roll Along during the Cabin shoot:

I love that despite how clearly in sync Eric and Andrew are with each other, they still feel distinct. It’s fascinating to watch how they differ in their responses to the situation at hand, especially because they always seem to find their way back to each other. How did you two establish that rapport between your characters?

JG: The dichotomy and differences were very clear in the writing. The uptight one and the more laidback one; the one that’s quicker to believe and the one that’s more of a critical thinker — that was all embedded in the book and in the script. But Night, during shooting, would often say, “I don’t want to ever see the two of you with the same expression on your face. I want to see your perspective and I want to see your perspective. You’re in the same scenario, but you both have two different points of view.”

The other thing that he kept saying to us, which he would yell from behind the camera sometimes before a take, would be, “Play the love! Don’t forget the love!” Obviously, because it’s a family and they’re on vacation, I assumed, I guess maybe subconsciously, that this was a loving marriage. And yet, it wasn’t until we were in the scenes actually doing it that I started understanding how important and integral and essential it was to play love throughout. Especially because the perspectives are so different.

Ben and I, from the day we met, had a very easy chemistry. There was a vibe happening between us that we used in the movie. Then, when we added Kristen [Cui], who plays Wen, into that mix, getting to take care of her on- and off-screen, we sort of became this family unit. We actually took her to see Wicked on Broadway last night. It was a combination of natural chemistry and the circumstances of the movie bringing us together. We didn’t even talk about, like, “How are we going to have chemistry?” It just sort of happened.

Again, you two spend much of the film tied up to a chair, which I imagine posed some unique acting difficulties since you primarily had to rely on your face to communicate any emotion. Especially considering what Jonathan said about Night’s insistence that you two always looked different, what was it like only acting through your upper body?

BA: [laughs as he rubs his own shoulders] I wanted to have the best shoulders I’ve ever had! So I was giving you shoulders in the gym.

JG: [also laughing] And it worked. It totally worked.

BA: I don’t have them anymore, but I did have them for that short period while filming. But for the serious part of your question, remind me again?

What was it like to only be able to act from the shoulders up?

JG: Well, that’s my favorite place. [uses his hands to form a portrait around his face] I mean, just put the camera here and let me go!

BA: She loves herself.

JG: But really now. For me, at least at first, it felt like I was going to get a little claustrophobic not being able to move my body. I had to do some nose breathing [imitates meditative deep breaths] every time they would start to tie our feet and arms to the chairs. But at the same time, there is something freeing, funnily enough, about not having to move around and only expressing yourself from the shoulders up. You can just feel it. You don’t have to worry about what your hands are doing, or walking around, or anything.

I mean, it’s very evocative. You get tied to the chair and you’re immediately in the scenario: You can’t pick up that cute little girl. She has to grab you from behind. [Ben and I] can only look at each other and not touch each other, which also creates a great deal of tension. So the circumstances really added to the acting in a major way.

Jonathan, this was filmed last spring, which I’d imagine was right before you went into rehearsals for Merrily We Roll Along at the New York Theatre Workshop. How did it feel to go from a film as intense as this straight into musical-theater mode?

JG: Oh my god, Michael, first all, thank you for that question. A man after my own heart. Actually, on the first day of shooting Knock at the Cabin, I went down the elevator to the treadmill and listened to Merrily We Roll Along. I was in negotiations to do Merrily the entire time that we were filming in Philly, and that [contract] didn’t close until we were wrapped on Knock at the Cabin. There was one weekend, after we took Night’s wife’s Zumba class, where I was, like, driving to New York [from Philadelphia] to meet with Maria Friedman, the director. I was very passionate about doing Merrily.

It felt amazing. After being tied up to a chair for a month or so and giving you “movie” [forms a portrait around his face using his hands again], to then get to dance around and sing was great. I just wanted to put my pants back on at the end of every day and go back out on the stage and do it again.

[parcequecestnotreprojeeeet]

Hello! It’s Winter! I wanted to write a jealously fic about Didier lol .

Emmanuel was holding Brigitte in his arms as he listened to her speak about the charity event earlier in the week.

“So anyways, Didier and I ….” She began to tell an enthusiastic story about her day with the French football manager.

Fifteen minutes later, Emmanuel realized she was still describing everything that happened with him.

“Then he grabbed my waist….”

Wait. Had Emmanuel heard her correctly? Regrettably, he had seen the pictures of them, but he didn’t see any with Didier’s arms around his wife’s waist.

He stopped her. “He did what?”

“What?”

“Go back… you said he grabbed your waist? Why?” Emmanuel asked, his voice dripping with jealousy.

Brigitte laughed, “it was nothing. I was in his way so he moved me by my waist”

“And you were OK with that? Did you enjoy it?” Emmanuel barked.

Brigitte removed herself from his tight embrace. “I don’t like what you’re insinuating. Besides, you touch women all the time!”

“When?” He rolled his eyes. “I make an effort not to touch!”

“I saw the pictures of you and Ursula! And don’t even get me started on Kolinda. That woman practically drools over you” Brigitte wrapped a knitted blanket around her naked body before storming across their bedroom.

She was ready for a fight.

“Those women touch me! I don’t touch them! It’s very different. I saw you reach for Didier’s hand a few times” Emmanuel shouted. “You enjoyed it. You looked very natural with him”

“Are you hearing yourself?! You can’t compare yourself and Kolinda to me and Didier. Your hand was on her ass at one point during the game! And I know for a fact that Didier doesn’t want me!” Brigitte yelled back. “I can’t say the same about Kolinda!”

“How? Did you ask him? Hey Didier, if you weren’t married, would you date me?” Emmanuel imitated his wife’s voice.

If she wasn’t holding the blanket around her body, Brigitte would have thrown something at her husband.

As she turned the doorknob, he shouted, “where are you going dressed like that?!”

“I’m sleeping in another room!!”

And with that, Brigitte was gone.

Helloooo Winter! ❤️

Ooooops!!! I think jealousy got the best of both here 🤭😂 I screamed at the Ursula comment and I just refuse to speak of the other “devil” in case she shows up just because we evoked her 😂

And now they both have some make up to do... which I have no doubts it will be hard and sweet 🤭

Thank you so much, Winter! ❤️❤️❤️

[folklorelise]

The cadets are turned into kids and think you and Levi are their parents (2)

Here is PART 2 of this!

MASTERLIST

— You were mad at them.

Since the cadets turned into kids you were more stressed than usual – between taking care of them all, doing your paperwork in time and helping Hange with theirs, it was a lot. Adding to this, your sleeping hours were cut in half as well due to kids never sleeping. You were overwhelmed and on edge, ready to snap at any moment.

“Levi,” you called him after lunch, “can you watch over the kids for a few hours? I–.” you took a deep breath, “I just have to take a bath and rest a little bit… it won’t be long!”

“Of course, take your time.” Levi kissed your forehead before leaving your room.

Levi went to the children’s room while you went to relax a bit.

“Where’s mommy?” Eren asked when Levi came in alone.

“She’ll come later.”

“I want mommy now!” Jean shouted frowning.

“Stop whining or she won’t come here at all.” Levi told them which made them all shut up.

They continued to play together when Jean came to Levi. He struggled to climb on the couch but succeeded and sat on Levi’s lap. He turned around so he could face Levi and asked.

“When is mommy coming here?”

“I don’t know.” Levi answered calmly.

“Play with us then!” Jean pouted. “Come with us.” Jean stood on Levi’s lap when Levi ignored him.

“No. Sit down or leave.” Levi told him in a harsh tone. “No, don’t cry.” Levi’s voice softened when he saw Jean’s tears. “I’ll come and play ok? Just… don’t cry.” Levi stood up with Jean in his arms.

For a few hours, Levi had to play dolls with the kids who were really into it – imagining complex stories, doing voices etc. It was dinner time when they all started to get tired of playing.

“Where’s mommy?” Armin asked shyly.

“Aren’t you all hungry?” Levi quickly changed the subject.

“Yay!” they all shouted.

“I’ll go grab something to eat then, don’t move.” Levi ordered before leaving the room.

When Levi left the room, Eren stood up and told the others that he was going to look for you. Sasha, Connie, Mikasa and Armin were against the idea knowing that Levi would not be happy about it, then there was Jean who agreed with Eren.

“Fine, we’ll leave without you!” Eren opened the door with difficulty.

Mikasa quickly followed Eren and Jean as well as Armin because lately, Armin got the habit of following or imitating Jean. Wherever Jean went, Armin would follow – whatever Jean was doing, Armin would do the same. Jean felt irritated when Armin follow or copied him, but he never said anything. He did once – the first time – and Armin cried which made Jean felt bad and he swore never to make Armin cry again.

“Where is mommy?” Armin asked.

“I don’t know.” Eren said.

“Just go to her room.” Mikasa commented.

They all run to your room and it was not locked. You were trying to sleep in your bed after a few hours of work when you suddenly heard the kids yelling.

“Mommy!” Jean yelled, jumping in your bed.

Meanwhile, Levi immediately regretted his decision when he came back to only two kids out of six. He asked them where the rest of them went and Sasha told him that they were looking for you. Levi took them with him and directly went to your room. Armin and Mikasa were clinging onto you while Jean and Eren were shouting and jumping on the bed.

“Stop jumping on the bed or you’ll break it!” you desperately tried to stop them.

“Eren! Jean! Stop.” Levi ordered in a harsh tone which made them immediately stop. “Y/N,” Levi said more softly, “are you ok?”

“Is mommy sick?” Sasha asked.

“No.” you said.

“Then come play us!” Eren shouted.

“Stop screaming.” you warned him. “And let go of me.” you told Armin and Mikasa but none of them listened to you.

“Kids, come here and let’s go.” Levi tried.

“NO!” Eren shouted loudly, “MOMMY! Come play with us!”

“Mommy!” Jean joined Eren.

“Stop calling me that!” you shouted back which made everyone shut up, “I am not your mother so all of you… just –.” you felt tears falling down, “stop.”

“Mommy?” Mikasa whispered worried.

“I heard shouting outside.” Erwin came in. “What’s happening?” he asked worried.

“Take the kids with you.” Levi said. “And close the door please.”

Erwin did not questioned Levi’s request and took the kids with him in his office. None of the kids wanted to leave you, but Erwin easily took them in his arms. Levi walked to you and wrapped his arms around you.

“Hey, it’s ok.” Levi murmured. “Let’s sit down.”

Levi brought you to bed and sat next you and let you cry on his shoulder. He would just hold you close to him until you stopped crying.

“I feel like shit.” you sobbed. “The kids probably hate me by now too.”

“They don’t.”

“Did you hear what I said? Th-they’re kids! And I- I just yelled at them.” you lamented, “I am the worst mother ever, and they’re not even my real kids!”

“I’m sure everything will work out.”

Erwin on his way to his office with the children saw Hange and brought them with him. Erwin, with Hange’s help, tried to cheer the kids up but they would not stop crying – they wanted to be with you and Levi.

“Is mommy going to leave us?” Armin sobbed.

“No!” Erwin said quickly.

“Y/N, she loves you all very much.” Hange said. “But you have to understand that she was… mh… very tired and she had a lot of work to do.”

“And sometimes,” Erwin continued, “you just have to let that person alone.”

“We have to leave mommy?” Connie asked.

“Yes,” Hange said, “but not forever. It would just be for a day so she can rest.”

“Is mommy not going to be our mommy because we made her upset?” Jean asked shyly.

“No, of course not.” Erwin reassured them. “I’m sure she’ll come back soon.”

Erwin and Hange stayed with the kids until night before Levi came in to put them to bed. Once they cleaned up and changed, they all went to bed without protest.

“Ok, I’ll turn off the lights.” Levi walked out.

“Daddy.” Armin called him before he closed the door, “Is mommy not going to say goodnight to us?”

“She’s n –.” Levi thought about it, “I’ll go and ask her.”

Levi came back to your room and you were already laying in bed, comfortably installed under the blanket. Levi sat next to you and rested his head on your stomach.

“The kids want to see you.”

“Aren’t they upset?” you worried, putting your hand through his hair.

“No, they’re just… they want to see you.”

“I should go then.” you stood up. “I’ll be right back.” you kissed him before leaving.

You walked very quickly toward the kids room and when you opened the door, you noticed they were all still up even though the lights were off. Sasha was the first one to see you and she jumped out of the bed to hug you.

“Hey.” you smiled, kneeling down. “Aren’t you sleepy?”

“No.” Sasha smiled.

“Let’s go back to bed alright?”

You sat down on the bed next to all the kids – they were all staring at you, waiting for you to talk first.

“I’m sorry about what happened earlier.” you apologised. “I should never have yelled at you kids.”

“Don’t stop being my mommy please.” Eren frowned.

“We’re sorry mommy.” Jean said with teary eyes.

“No don’t be.” you comforted them, “I love you all very much.” you smiled.

You opened your arms and they all came to hug you, smiling and happy.

— They sleep between you two — captain dad and squad leader mum.

Armin:

Armin had a nightmare about you leaving for an expedition and not coming back to him. He had Levi coming back devastated and not talking to him or anyone. A stranger – someone from your squad – had to tell him the news that you were never coming back. He woke up panicked and ran to your room. You and Levi agreed that the doors to your room would always be opened if there were any problems.

“Mommy! Daddy!” Armin came in crying.

“Armin?” Levi woke up. “Hey what’s wrong?” he put Armin between you too.

“What’s wrong?” you asked still half asleep.

“Mommy!” Armin cried next to you which woke you up instantly.

“What happened?” you panicked. “Armin, it’s ok.” you patted his head, “I’m here.”

“You didn’t come back.” Armin sobbed.

“What?” you whispered looking at Levi.

“I don’t know.” Levi mouthed.

“Armin,” you wiped his tears away, “what happened?”

“Bad dream.” Armin sobbed harder. “You were n-not here and daddy was s-sad! An-and he wasn’t w-with me!”

“Armin, it’s ok.” you reassured him, “I’m here and daddy’s here too.”

Levi laid on the bed and put Armin next to him. You took the blanket and put it on the three of you and soon enough, Armin calmed down and fell back asleep. In the morning, Armin was found to be sleeping on top of Levi, with his hand resting on Armin’s back so he would not fall.

“This is too much for my heart.” you whispered to yourself.

Jean:

Jean had been feeling slightly sick for the past couple of days but did not tell anyone. He stayed in bed when it was time to eat dinner and you were worried at first which made you bring him dinner but he was asleep already. You brought back the tray and gave it to the kids who were not against the idea of eating more.

Jean woke up in the middle of the night, still slightly sick and extremely hungry. He discreetly go out of bed and went to your room. When Jean came in, he noticed lights were still on – Levi was still awake, probably working.

“Daddy?” Jean asked timidly. Which startled Levi.

“What are you still doing up at this hour?” Levi whispered, scared to wake you up.

“I’m hungry.” Jean admitted.

“Come here.” Levi put away his papers.

Levi took him in his arms and put him on the bed between you two which woke you up.

“Mh. What’s wrong?” you mumbled.

Jean turned his head toward Levi so he could answer for him.

“Jean’s hungry.” Levi said.

“Mh – I’m up.” you dragged yourself out of bed slowly. “I’m going to bring you some food alright?” you patted Jean’s head and noticed his forehead was a little hot. “Are you sick Jean?” you asked worried.

“No.” Jean answered.

“Jean, don’t lie. Are you sick?” Levi asked again.

“I don’t know.” Jean said looking at his hands playing with the blanket.

“Jean,” you said softly, “it’s ok. I’ll go and bring some hot tea too alright?”

You went to the kitchen and prepared some food and started to boil some water as well. You took two cups – one for Jean and another for Levi - and poured some water in it with the tea leafs. You put the smashed potatoes and the vegetables on a plate and put everything on a tray before going back to your room. Levi started to feed Jean while you prepared a cold towel for Jean.

“Jean, what did you forget earlier?” Levi said when you came back.

“Thank you mommy!” Jean smiled.

“You’re welcome baby.” you smiled back.

When Jean finished eating, Levi offered to cleaned it up while you put Jean to sleep. You thanked him and went back to bed. You put the cold towel on Jean’s forehead and laid next to him.

“You can sleep now.” you rest your hand on Jean stomach.

“Good night mommy.”

“Good night.”

“Good night daddy!” Jean said when Levi came back to bed.

Eren:

Just like Armin, Eren had a nightmare that night. When he first woke up, he tried to go back to sleep because he did not want to bother you nor Levi. But after thirty minutes of trying, he went to your bedroom. This time, both of you were asleep.

Eren hesitated a second about whether he should wake you up or not. He quickly decided not to and laid on the floor. Levi woke up not too long after Eren came in because he was thirsty. He only noticed Eren’s presence when he came back from the kitchen.

“Y/N.” Levi whispered

“Mmh?”

“Eren’s on the ground.”

“Mh.” you mumbled, “What?” you asked again a minutes later – your eyes wide open.

“Look.” Levi pointed at Eren.

“What is he doing on the ground?”

“I don’t know.”

“Bring him here.” you told Levi.

“You do it.” Levi argued.

“I’ll wake him up.”

“And I won’t?”

“You never did when I used to fell asleep in your office.” you reminded him.

“Fine.”

Levi miraculously brought Eren on the bed without waking him up and put him between you two. During the night, Eren ended up on Levi’s left side meaning Levi was in the middle. While he had his arms around Eren – so he would not fall – you had yours around Levi.

— Sasha and Connie would often sneak out and sleep with you and Levi.

— Mikasa never did. When she had nightmares she would only hug her teddy bear closer. She was scared to bother you. Once she did wake Sasha up and slept closer to her.

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Shorter Stories

— Mikasa was known to be always quiet – she was afraid to bother people especially you or Levi. Even when she was hurt, she would stay quiet. Once during a meeting, she accidentality cut herself with a piece of paper. It was Eren, ten minutes later who had to tell you.

“Next time, you tell me immediately ok?” you told Mikasa as you cleaned the cut.

“I’m sorry.”

“What for?”

“You had to leave for me.” Mikasa explained.

“You are more important than the meeting, so next time just tell me alright?”

Mikasa only nodded and followed you back to the meeting.

— Jean is known to be a momma’s boy – he would always stay with you and play with you rather than Levi. He often cried when you had to leave without them. He loved to be held by you, he knew how to walk perfectly, but he would rather stay with you.

“Stop spoiling him.” Levi would often say to you.

“I can’t help it. Jean is adorable!”

When others were watching over the kids, you were the one Jean would be asking for, not Levi which surprised you when Hange came because Jean hurt himself while playing.

“Jean’s at the infirmary – nothing serious though!” Hange quickly added.

“I’ll go.” you stood up.

“Mh…” Hange stopped you, “he asked for Levi.”

“Are you sure?” you asked them.

“Yes.”

“Oh,” you gasped dramatically, “did you hear that?”

“What?” Levi asked ready to leave.

“My heart being broken by that kid.” you threw yourself back to bed.

When Jean got better, he immediately came back to you. You tried to be mad at Jean – in a playful way – but when you saw him nearly crying, you apologised and let him stay with you.

— The kids were staying with you in the morning, and it was decided that Levi would watch them after lunch because you had work to do with your squad. You were holding Eren in your arms and he refused to let go of you when Levi arrived.

“I want to stay with mommy please!” Eren cried holding onto you.

“Eren,” you calmed him down, “I will be back really quick, I promise.”

“Noo!” Eren cried as Levi took him.

Eren was desperately trying to hold your arms, but Levi was swift. Eren leaned over and grabbed your hair and pulled it which made you scream and lose your balance.

“Eren!” Levi yelled putting him down. “Y/N, are you ok?” he knelt down.

“I’m fine.” you reassured him, “it’s ok.”

“Mommy?” Eren hesitated.

“Eren,” Levi started, “go to your room with the others.” but Eren did not move, “right now!” Levi ordered.

“Levi.” you put your hands on his face, “I’m ok.” you turned to Eren who was now crying silently. “Eren, it’s ok, I’m fine.”

“’M sorry mommy!”

“It’s ok, now go with daddy and listen to him ok?”

Eren nodded and took Levi’s hand and left.

“Sorry daddy.” Eren sobbed.

“Mh.” Levi answered. “Don’t ever do that again am I clear?”

“Never!”

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Short HCs:

— Sasha’s birthday happened that year when they were still kids. You all baked a cake together.

— Connie would often draw pictures of you all as a family during meetings.

— Erwin loved staying with the kids. He would often put them to bed.

— Hange loved the kids too – they would always play with them outside with Moblit, Mike and Nanaba.

PART 3 (coming soon)

[shurisneakers]

harmless (ix)

Summary: Bucky volunteers to go stop a small time villain, but nothing can prepare him for what exactly he has to deal with. (Bucky x villain!reader, drabble series)

Warnings: cursing, sex jokes, frustrated bucky, dramatic reader, anxiety

Word count: 3.9k

A/N: a lot of requests came in last week, so cool and thank you for sending them in!! i’ll try my best to write them if they weren’t originally what i had planned for this series bc they’re so cute kfjdghdf. also hey shoutout to @i-reblog-fics-i-like​ for suggesting the backstory thing! 

here’s my ko-fi if you’d like to support my writing <333

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Somehow it bypasses Bucky’s spam folder and is in his primary email. SHIELD tech is too advanced to let fake mails like this reach him and this doesn’t make sense. Unless it was one of the stupid dating websites he signed up for.

Leaving aside the obvious typo in the subject, he clicks on it, hoping it doesn’t unleash a virus onto his computer. 

He’s instead greeted with a poorly Photoshopped picture of you at a bar with a martini in your hand. He doesn’t have to look too hard to see that the martini is, in fact, an emoji. Off to a terrible start already. 

Right beside it is an even worse image, an imitation of an early Internet chat box.

Harbinger of Doom just sent you a message! 

Come to the empty lot near lair. Bring goggles. 😩💦

Decline/Accept

He wants to strangle you. 

______

“Why did you curse my eyes so early in the morning?” He spots you at the top of the lair, speaking loudly so that it hopefully reached you. 

“What?” you yell back down instead. “If you’re saying something, I can’t hear you.”

He rolls his eyes. He pulls his phone from his pocket and presses on your contact. 

He watches the look of confusion morph into one of slight surprise when you reach into your pocket and pull out your call.

“Don’t ever send an image like that to me again,” he says directly.

“If that one image is too much for you, how will we ever make our sex tape?”

His mouth opens and shuts like goddamn fish.

He can hear your laughter even without the phone.

“First of all- stop laughing- first of all, a sex tape is never going to happen. Second of all, I have a debriefing to go to, we need to make this quick.”

He holds up a finger when he sees you begin to say something. By the look of trouble painted all over your face, he knows it’s going to be a dumb innuendo. 

“Thirdly, why are you standing there?”

“I watched The Last Airbender,” you say once your cackling dies down.

“I like that show.” He did. Peter sometimes watched it when he came over and Bucky more often than not joined in.

“I know, you told me.”

Oh. 

“Okay, what now?” 

“Put your goggles on.” You take one step towards the ledge. 

“What are you doing?” The goggles don’t do anything to shield him from the sun, considering that they’re not tinted. Maybe he could invest in those.

You send him a smile, taking a step further. His walk towards the building turns into a jog, then a sprint when you’re basically standing on the edge.

You spread your arms out like Jesus Christ himself before flinging yourself off the building. His stomach drops.

His phone falls to the ground, discarded to the side as he sprints to break your landing. 

It never comes. 

Instead, a gust of wind smacks him in the face, forcing him a few steps backwards. 

“I am now an air bender.” your eyes shone. “Kind of.”

Just like that, the show was ruined.

He wipes the dust on from his glasses that he now understands why you made him wear. Considerate, for a person who nearly just gave him a heart attack. 

“Why.” It’s not even a question, just a statement. 

“You know how the Tower has a giant ‘A’ on the side?” 

He stares at you. 

“I‘m gonna spray paint ‘asshole’ on the side of it.”

Pepper would not like that. 

“That’s not even evil.”

“Yeah, but it’d annoy your super friends,” You do a flip midair, testing out the repulsors that were tied around your palms, “and I’m the voice of the people.”

You’re too high for him to reach. He doesn’t have his tools, or anything useful on him considering that he never had to use them before. He couldn’t even launch himself at you from the side of the building because you’d just move out of the way. He could jump really high but it would just have the same consequence.

He could talk and keep you distracted but that worked once, it wouldn’t again. At least not for long. 

Fuck, he really had only one option. 

He leaves you to do your somersaults and turns, walking over to where he dropped his phone. It’s an upgrade from the brick he was using a while ago, but not a high end Stark model. A smartphone, but barely.

He sighs, punching in the number and holding it up to his ear.

“Who are you calling?” you yell from above him. 

“Go back to your shitty aerobics,” he yells back.

You pause for a second. “Was that a fucking pun, James Bar-”

The dial tone ends when someone picks up. He diverts his attention back to the call.

“Hey man, I-

“No.”

“You didn’t even let me finish.”

“It’s probably something stupid,” Sam doesn’t even sound annoyed, just uninterested.

“I need your wings.”

“I was right. Bye.”

It was a long shot anyway.

“Fuckin’ hold on a second.” He sees you disintegrate a concrete block by having it drop from the air. “You come here and fix this, then. She’s air bending now.”

“...like Avatar?” Sam unsurprisingly got the reference. 

Peter’s interests were usually shared by everyone in the Tower, just because they had to compensate for the teasing he had to endure. It led to a lot of geeky documentaries and occasional musicals. Bucky wouldn’t be caught dead humming songs from Thoroughly Modern Millie under his breath. 

“Yeah.”

“You want me to come and fight your girlfriend,” he says slowly. 

“She’s not my girlfriend,” Bucky urges, “and yes, I need help. Can’t exactly reach her when she’s twenty feet above me.”

“We have a briefing in 30 minutes. Why did you even go there today?”

He doesn’t know how to answer that. Just looks up at you smacking one of the repulsors against your thigh when it sputters for a second. It’s tradition. 

“Well?” Bucky ignores his question.

“Fine,” Sam’s voice is distant for a second as he agrees. “Clint’s asking if he can come too.”

“Fuck no.” One of them was more than enough and Sam was way better at negotiation. 

He hears a faint profanity from who he assumed was Clint before the call cuts.

He takes a seat on the ground and waits.

“You’re not going to make any effort to stop me?” You have your arms pressed to your side, palms pointed downwards to keep you afloat.

 “I could just throw things at you again.” He makes a mention towards the small pebbles.

“I will fuck you up if you even try,” you warn. He lifts his arms in surrender. “So that’s it. You’re just going to sit there.”

“To be honest, I couldn’t care less if you painted the building,” he says with the least amount of interest he could muster, not that that was very hard.

“Do you not like your team?” 

“I do.” He isn’t lying. “But they’re little shits.”

“I can draw a couple of dicks on their window, no problem,” you say offhandedly.

He looks up at you through his fingers. “That won’t be required.”

Although it was appreciated. 

“Cool, so then I’m gonna go.” You make a mention of the utility belt on your waist. He looks at the many spray cans that decorate it. 

“What colour are you going with?” he interrupts quickly. Fuckin’ Sam. What was the point of wings if he couldn’t get here in 2 minutes?

“Red, probably.” You look down. “I got purple and white just in case.”

“Building’s dark, red is good.”

“You really don’t care, do you?” You lower yourself down to the ground, a few feet ahead of him. “What’s going on?”

“Nothing.” For fucks’ sake, Sam. “You really don’t like superheroes, do you?”

“I don’t have anything against them.”

“Then why do you do this every week?”

This was wading into personal territory and he did not like it. 

“Well.” Your eyebrows knit together. “Because I want to. It’s fun.”

“No other reason?”

“Do I need to have another reason?” You push your palm downwards, sending you back up into the air. “Can’t I just be evil because I want to?”

“Sure,” he says. He’s heard worse reasons. “Why not?”

“Besides, if you think I don’t like superheroes then you should meet Jake.”

“Who’s Jake?” He hadn’t ever heard you mention him before because he’d remember if you had.

“My roommate.” 

“I didn’t see him when I came over.”

“That’s because we’re not conjoined at the hip.” It takes you a second to stabilise. “Besides, he grabbed the water while I got the bracelet but he refused to come say hi.”

Bucky looked down at his wrist. It was still there. He found himself fidgeting with it more often than not.

“He hates superheroes?”

“He has a valid reason.” Your eyes widen in worry when your head suddenly dips. 

“What is it?” He knows the height at which you’re at isn’t very dangerous but if need be, he’s close by. 

“Come find out.” Your eyes shone mischievously. “But yeah, no reason for me to be evil.”

“Not even a tragic backstory?” 

“None. But if you want it, I can give you one, Barnes.” You test the waters, seeing how long you can lie horizontally. “Can’t promise you’ll like it though.”

“Try me.” He has time to kill. He’s a good listener.

“Well, it all started with my family- a troop of gorillas.” You flip over to lie on your back. “They practically raised me, they did. Until my gorilla mother died and I was all but consumed by grief and-”

“Your mother was a gorilla?” He entertains the notion. 

“Or was it my father?” you ask thoughtfully. “I don’t know, I don’t remember. Anyway, I met a-”

“Just to clarify, none of this is real, right?” he interjects. 

You stare at him. He stares at you.

“Bucky, that’s the plot of Tarzan,” you say slowly, “or at least whatever I remember of it... which I’m beginning to realise isn’t much.”

“Just clarifying.” He leans back again.

“Anyway so then when my mother, the deer-”

“Gorilla.”

“Whatever. Was killed, I escaped to some place-”

“Where?”

“Somewhere. And I stayed with these seven men-”

“Why seven?” He actually remembers watching this movie with his sister when it came out. An early memory, a bit faded. He remembers how long he saved up for the ticket.

“Because character development. And then I realised the reason my life was so weird was because there was a rat controlling me by pulling on my hair-”

“What the fuc-”

“If you ask any more questions, I’m going to stop.”

Bucky blinks at you. “So that’s your backstory.” 

“Raw and uncut, baby.”

“Just to get this straight, your mother, the gorilla deer-”

“Witch.”

“Huh?”

“She was a witch who stole my hair.”

“Wha-”

He’s interrupted by the giant shadow cast by something that flies overhead. 

Fucking finally. 

He doesn’t even have to look up. Sam does a small glide to the ground, landing gracefully beside him.

Bucky finds you speechless but straightened up from your earlier posture.

“Buck,” Sam greets him.

“Sam,” he says in return, getting up from his place. 

A grin spreads across your face. “Mr. Sam Wilson. No way.”

“You’re Y/N, I’m assuming?” Sam offers, posture relaxed. He clearly wasn’t here to fight. 

“The one and only.” You tear your eyes away from Sam to glare at Bucky. “Barnes, if you had told me we were expecting guests, I would have dressed better.”

Bucky furrows his eyebrows in suspicion at you. You’d dress up for Sam. 

You dressed up like a suburban tourist dad for him. He was feeling the offence incoming. 

“Can’t count on him to be useful in any situation.” Alright, he did not call Sam just to have the both of you team up against him. 

“Normally I’d agree with you but he did just invite you here, so...” you trail off, looking at Sam expectantly. 

What the shit.

Sam smirks. Bucky switches rapidly back and forth between the both of you.

“I see why Buck keeps coming back every week.” It doesn’t take long for him to catch on, enlisting a feeling of triumph from you. 

“I can’t see why he doesn’t just stay at home everyday if this is the view.” You gesture to him.

This is not what Bucky wanted.

“Okay,” Bucky interrupts, “what is going on here?”

“Pure chemistry, I’d say.” You’re half tempted to bite your lip to seal the deal.

“I agree.” Sam just nods, completely and utterly serious. 

You think that you’ll give him a gift basket just for playing along despite meeting you for the first time at that moment. 

“Get a room.” Bucky rolls his eyes.

“Maybe we will.” You tap your finger against your lip in thought. “How do you feel about Indian food, Sam?”

“Very positively.” 

Bucky grits his teeth. “If you’re not planning to spray paint the Tower, can you just hand over the repulsers so we can go home for the day?”

You let out a small tsk in disapproval. “See what I have to deal with?”

“Can’t imagine how you do it every weekend,” Sam says dryly, not wasting a second in replying. 

“Hello?” Bucky waves his arm around. “She’s the villain here.”

“Your face is the villain here.” You tear your eyes away from Sam only to glare at him. “He won’t even wear a cape. Why am I the only one who brings their A-Game every week?”

“Sam just get the damn-”

“You should wear a cape, man.” Bucky’s absolutely sure that even Sam knows it’s a ridiculous idea.

“I’m not wearing a fuckin’ cape,” he grumbles. 

“What are your thoughts on swords, then?” Your finger finds a place under your chin in deep contemplation. “You’d look great with a sword.”

Bucky buries his face in his palms. “Sam, for the love of God.” 

“Okay, alright.” Sam finally gives in with a small chuckle. He runs a few steps to get a small head start before launching himself into the air, whizzing past your levitating figure. He does a neat little flip midair before matching your height.

Showoff.

“How difficult are you gonna make this, Wilson?” you ask, a smirk on your face.

“Jesus Christ.” Bucky exhales, looking at the both of you through his goggles. 

“What’s your play here?” Sam calls out loudly.

“Was gonna spray paint ‘asshole’ on the side of the Tower.”

“After the ‘A’?”

“After the ‘A’,” you confirm. 

“Now that’s too small,” Sam tutted. “You gotta think bigger. Paint the whole Tower.” 

“Sam!” Bucky looks horrified. 

“Hmm.” You look like you’re considering it. “Don’t have enough paint for that though.”

“You’re an evil genius, right?” Sam casts a small glance at Bucky. “At least that’s what he tells me.”

“You talk about me?” You grin at the disgruntled man on the ground. 

“I don’t,” he mutters, shaking his head. A lie.

“Yeah, so build something,” Sam points out. “Get some more paint. I’ll even tell you the best vantage points to spill it.”

“No, he won’t,” Bucky shouts from below. 

“He’s just cranky because he didn’t get his prune juice this morning, ignore him,” Sam dismisses him.

Prune juice? He was a young 100, not ancient. 

“What’s your favourite colour, Falcon?”

“I like red.”

As annoyed as Bucky is right now, he stores that away in his memory for later. He also knows Sam loves seafood and a good pair of shoes. 

“A couple of gallons of red paint it is, then.” You lower yourself to the ground, Sam slowly follows suit until he lands beside Bucky.

“You know we can’t let you go without taking those, right?” Bucky tilts his head towards your invention.

You narrow your eyes at him. He doesn’t budge.

“I’ll tell ya what,” Sam pipes in instead. “I’ll keep them until you finish getting the paint and once you’re done, we’ll make an evening out of vandalising the Tower.” 

Bucky may not enjoy his company all that much but he admires Sam’s diplomacy. Of course, you would never make it this easy while reasoning with him.

“That a promise, Mr. Wilson?” You raise your eyebrow at him questioningly but are already in the process of removing the things from your hand. 

“Wouldn’t ever lie to you, doll.” He holds up his hand in a mock swear.

You walk towards Bucky and him, rotating your wrists to get rid of the soreness. “Bold claim for a man who met me ten minutes ago.”

“Feels like it’s been longer.” He sends you a wink and you can’t stop the laugh the escapes from you finally. 

Bucky holds his hand out for the gadgets. You shrink away from him with a click of your tongue.

“Technically, he takes this round.” You send a nod towards Sam, dropping off the repulsors into his hand. “So he gets it.”

Bucky rolls his eyes.

“You gonna keep ‘em safe?” you ask Sam, this time a little more earnestly. 

“Guard it with my life,” he says seriously, pressing his lips together in a line to avoid smiling. 

“You’re both ridiculous,” Bucky cuts in.

“You’re going to be late.” Sam tucks the devices into his pocket safely. “You know how Steve gets when people walk in on his speeches. Do you even have a ride?”

“Got the motorcycle.” 

“See you there.” Sam nods. 

“Save me a place,” Bucky says to him.

“No.” He doesn’t even hesitate. “Y/N. It was a pleasure.”

“Still holding you to that evening, Sam.” You send him a smile.

“I’m countin’ on it.” He gives you a small three finger salute before taking off, leaving you staring after his retracting figure. 

When the dust settles, Bucky awkwardly clears his throat. “Right. So that was that.”

“Dude,” you let out an exhale. “he’s so hot.”

He murmurs something unintelligible. It vaguely sounds like a series of threats but mostly a list of complaints.

“Don’t you have a meeting to get to?” You turn your attention back to him.

“Yeah.”

“Aren’t you going to be late?” You glance at the clock on your phone.

“I’ll just tell them I was on a mission.” Well, sort of. “Besides, what are they gonna do? Kick me out?”

“Fair enough.” You shrug. “Have a safe ride back.”

From what he knows of you and Sam, the both of you were kidding around. But he could never be too sure. He can’t even ask if you were serious about the entire thing because it’s none of his business. 

Were the implications of having his mortal nemesis and other mortal nemesis date important enough to overrule that? 

“Are you planning to skip your meeting, or?” you ask when he remains freezes in his spot, eyes glazed over like he’s thinking about something. “Because if you are, I know this great Thai place-”

“Don’t do that again,” he says instead, shaking his head to jolt him out of his thoughts. 

“What?”

“Flinging yourself off roofs like that.”

“Why?” Because it scared the hell out of him, for one.

“Just don’t.”

“Oh please, like you’ve never done dangerous shit like that before.” You narrow your eyes at him, reading his face. “Are you telling me you care about me?”

“No.” His nose twitches. “Just don’t throw yourself off buildings when I’m around.”

“What about when you’re not?”

“As long as I’m not there to witness it.” He shrugs, spinning on his heel to leave. Technically he preferred if you didn’t do things like that at all. 

“Fine. I’ll just have my clone try out all the dangerous stuff for me.”

 He stops in his tracks. “You have a clone?”

“Well,” You squint, “no. But I’m working on it.”

He scoffs, shaking his head. “Bye Y/N.”

“You know, it sounds an awful lot like you’re saying we’re friends.” Your whole demeanour changes and he already knows what’s coming.

“I never said that,” he argues vehemently. “All I said was that I can’t have your murder on my hands.”

“Thus implying that we’re friends. In a fucked up, enemies kind of way.” You positively beam at him. “Aw, Barnes, that’s adorable.”

Adorable? Adorable?

“I hate you.”

“I love you, too, bestie,” you gush, dumb grin on your face. “I’ll make us friendship rings next time. What are your thoughts on matching tattoos?”

He wants to cry. 

______

By the time Sam walks into the meeting room, the session’s already begun. He shoots an apologetic look to a monologuing Steve before taking his place at the nearest chair available. 

Something sharp pokes his thigh. His wings are off and in the backpack beside him, but then he remembers your little inventions that were still in his pocket.

He tries not to make much of a noise while he pulls them out, giving them a look over to make sure they’re not broken.

“Watcha got there, Big Bird?” Tony asks lowly from beside him.

“Something that Barnes’ enemy made.” Sam holds it up slightly. 

“The one he’s been rendezvousing around town with every weekend?” 

“That’s her.” He’s about to put it in his backpack when Tony stops him.

“Pass that here for a second.” He recognises it immediately for what it is, interest piqued. 

Sam hands one of them over while he puts the other back in the bag. It’s a metallic circle, not bigger than Tony’s palm, with a thick leather strap to tie it around your palm.

“She made this?” 

“Why don’t you ask him?” Sam mentions towards Bucky who silently slips into the conference room, standing in the corner near the potted plant since there were no more chairs left.

“The balance has gotta be off on this thing,” he mutters to himself, wholly ignoring the brooding man standing in the corner like a Christmas tree.

“She seemed to be manoeuvring it fine,” Sam catches the eye of a lower ranking agent who makes the mistake of glaring at him for talking while the meeting was going on. A few seconds later the agent hastily looks away and doesn’t turn around for the rest of the hour. 

“Could be better.” He uses a much more intricate model for his suits, although this isn’t even half-bad for a homemade version. “Do you know how long she took to make this?”

“Buck says she comes up with a new one every week, so I’m guessing that long.” 

It had a few glitches but it was incredibly refined for a week’s worth of work.

“Interesting.” He gives it a quick overlook before handing it back to Sam who drops it into the bag.

He casts a swift glance at Bucky, noting how he wasn’t even paying attention to the meeting but rather to whatever he had tied around his metal wrist, fidgeting with it with his thumb. 

Tony has an idea. 

And that was generally bad news.

Next part

[madaboutmunson]

The Eddie Munson Tape Dates Venom, 'Welcome to Hell'

A.K.A You Introduce Eddie to The Rocky Horror Picture Show

Warnings: some Rocky Horror Picture show spoilers, swearing, fluff

Note from me: I'm not sure when this move was available for rent but the internet advises that it might have been around 1984, so that's what I'm banking on (This is literally make believe 😂)

Eddie slams the textbook shut, "That's it, I'm calling it. It's 7pm. It's date night, and we aced four quizzes this week!"

He reaches under, leans backwards off the bed, hanging upside down, retrieves the box of tapes, and shakes them at you.

You playfully roll your eyes at him and look through the box, "Well, this one looks nice. Are we summoning something?" You pick up a black tape with a gold pentacle with what looks like a goat's head in the middle, "Will we need a goat?" You say, laughing.

Eddie purses his lips at you and represses a smile, "No, it's actually much worse than all of that...that tape means...it's your choice this evening...whatever you want."

"Seriously, anything?" You say, narrowing your eyes in disbelief.

"Yup", he nods, his curls bouncing as he does so, "It's Witching Hour," he says, smiling.

"Ok..." You get up from your desk and start to pace the floor, "what is something I'd like for us to do that we haven't already done, and you are unlikely to have picked for the other tape dates..."

You think for a moment, scratching your head. Eddie watches you eagerly, waiting for your decision.

"A movie..." You say excitedly

"Babe...* He starts looking confused because you could go to the movies whenever.

"But not just any movie...a musical"

"What like The Sound of Music or something?" He says his face screwed up in puzzlement

"The Rocky Horror Picture Show," you say matter-of-factly.

"The what now?" He says with more profound bewilderment.

You look at him. Your eyes wide and mouth open, "You don't know it?" You say slowly.

He shakes his head.

"Wow...ok", you get up from your seat, grabbing his hand and pulling him out of the room and down the stairs.

"Mama!!" You yell out, "Did you return the videos yet??"

She floats into the room, her bright kaftan flowing behind her, as she's fixing an earring to her ear, "No, honey, they are still there by the VCR."

She smiles at Eddie, "Hey sweetie, I heard you aced your quizzes this week. I'm so proud."

Eddie uncharacteristically smiles bashfully, "Thanks," he says, glancing at the floor.

You run over to the tapes and check if it's still there. "Got it!" You shout, holding it aloft.

"Which one, honey?" She chirps, looking in the mirror.

"Rocky Horror, Mama. Eddie doesn't know it," you shout over whilst rewinding the video.

Your Mom snaps her head around to look at Eddie and pulls precisely the same face you did, "Out of everyone in this room, Sunbeam, I would have put money on you knowing it. It's even got a character in it with your name."

Eddie tilts his head at your Mom, "Really? "

"Tom!!! Get in here. Eddie doesn't know what Rocky Horror is."

Your Dad walks in, fixing his tie, "Was this one in t' wager ledger?"

She shakes her head.

"Let the lad alone. The poor soul can't ken everything," he says, tutting at her, "You know who Joe Cocker is don' ya lad?"

"Yeah, of course, I do," Eddie says quickly.

Your Dad smiles and puts his hand out towards your Mom. she then walks over to her purse, opens it and gives your Dad $10 begrudgingly.

"Look, you two leave Eddie alone, alright?" You say, walking over and wrapping your arms around Eddie from behind, "I'll find that book and burn it", you joke.

"Wow, overprotective much?" Your Mom says wide-eyed.

"You know what, just get outta my sight! The pair of you!" you say, imitating your best Eddie tantrum.

"Yeah, sure, sure," your Mom says, laughing.

Everyone in the house is very acquainted with Eddie's tantrums by now. No one has ever personally been the target of any. It was mostly inanimate objects or someone at the other end of the phone.

Eddie looks round at you, impressed.

"That's my lady in shining armour. You're getting much better at those, you know. Maybe throw in some blasphemy next time," he says, smiling happily at you. You give him a kiss on the cheek and dash to the kitchen.

You grab some movie snacks and sprint back to Eddie on the sofa, bundling the snacks towards him as you press play on the tape.

"Now, I know I got annoyed with George for asking questions during a movie, but I've seen this movie a bunch of times. So feel free to ask away," you say encouragingly.

"Too many times", your Dad adds.

You roll your eyes, "Just ignore them", you say playfully before leaning over the back of the couch, yelling, "Don't ruin this for Eddie, ok? Keep it down, have a great night!"

You sit next to Eddie, but not too close as you don't want to miss his reactions to the movie.

The red lipstick-coated mouth appears on screen, and Eddie listens intently to the song, "So these are all old B Movies, right?" He asks without turning to you.

"Yeah, exactly, it's kinda setting you up for what to expect," you say excitedly.

With the song over, he grabs a handful of chips and crunches them, "Wait! Go back, go back. Did that car say what I think it said?"

"It did", you laugh.

His brow furrowed as the next song starts up, but it soon disappears, and he gives a few small laughs at the backing singers and Brad's apparent partial regret.

The criminologist lures Eddie in with his monologue, and the thunderclap makes Eddie jump a little, "Police reports? This was not the Mary Poppins I was expecting, and the music is like 50s kind of?" He says, pleasantly surprised.

"You like it already?" You say hopefully

"Um...I wouldn't go that far, but when you said musical, I didn't think it would be like this," he says thoughtfully, concentrating on the screen.

"Oh, you just wait, lad", your Dad booms from the hallway.

You shush your Dad loudly. You can hear your Dad laughing heartily as he walks away.

"Is this guy like the hunchback of Notre dame or something?" He says, taking a swig of his soda, "No, wait...they're going in there? Have they never seen a horror movie before? Idiots!" He tuts.

"Don't wait up!" You Mom calls out as the front door closes behind them.

"Bye!" You both shout in unison without breaking your respective views. Eddie's eyes, on the screen, you watching a mix of emotions on Eddie's face.

His eyes widen, and he almost chokes on his drink. "Is that...er...a french maid outfit she has on?" He manages, clearing his throat a few times.

You smile at his reaction, "Sure is."

"Holy shit, babe," he says, grinning, "What have you gotten me into?" He says, taking off his jacket.

"Oh wait, this sounds familiar...I'm sure I've heard this song before around the drama dept." He says, watching the dance unfold on screen. You just about catch him tapping his fingers on his thigh to the beat, but don't mention it.

Eddie was very particular about music, and while a good beat didn't mean he actually loved the song, it meant that at least he respected it. Much like when you'd played him some of the music you liked.

He laughs, "Ok, this is mad. Well, you know...they all seem insane, but are they giving you dance instructions during the film?"

"Absolutely", you answer happily, "Apparently, public showings of this movie welcome audience participation. I've not been to one myself."

Eddie points his hand towards the scene, exasperated, "Turn around, Jesus Christ guys, there is already someone in that lift."

You see Eddie carefully scan Tim Curry's character: "Why is he in a cloak? Is he like a vampire or something?"

You don't say anything just yet because you already know what's coming. As Dr Frank N. Furter gets to the stage and throws off his cloak and his new outfit is revealed, Eddie loses his grip on the bowl of chips. Which, thankfully, just drops a few centimetres into his lap. His jaw has fallen, and the chips on their way to their demise, in his other hand, were frozen in space and time.

He slowly turns to you and whispers "What the fuck?"

You smile back and maybe get a little worried. Perhaps this was a step too far for Eddie. You knew he was more liberal than most, but maybe you'd hit a line.

"Are you ok? Want me to turn it off, Babe?" You say, motioning to get up.

Eddie's arm flings out, stopping you in your tracks, "Oh no...I have to see what happens now. This is way too...different", he says, still staring at the screen, "Wait...he's a Scientist?" Then, finally, he lets out a laugh, and you can relax again.

"Well, if you want me to turn it off at any point, just say alright? No judgement here. It's not for everyone," you say, gently rubbing the top of his shoulder in reassurance.

"I mean, I doubt it, but I will if I've had enough", he chuckles and says, "I'm currently amazed that your parents are ok with you watching this."

"You've met them", you laugh, "They have strange boundaries. Like me watching this in the house is fine. But, watching this in a public place, in a costume from the movie, would be a big no. It's not the content that is the issue, you know?"

He nods and then processes everything you just said, "Wait, people get dressed up like these characters? In public? Just the girls, right?" He says, with a nervous gulp, trying to compute the scene in his head.

"Oh no, everyone. Lots of guys dress up too," you say matter-of-factly.

"Hmmm," he says thoughtfully but says no more.

As two of the main characters are having their clothes removed, you nearly get slammed back into your seat by Eddie's hand whizzing out at top speed to cover your eyes, "Hey, what's the big idea??" You say playfully, trying to push his hand away.

"You expect me to just sit here and do nothing while you gawk at some other guy in his tighty whities?" He laughs mirthfully.

"You are so silly, Eddie. Besides, I've seen all of this before, many times..." You pretend to sigh in a lovesick way, "and it gets much worse from here on in," you say, craning your neck up and licking the palm of his hand.

"So you think he's hot then?" Eddie says, wiping his hand on your jeans. He sounds like he's joking, but you aren't sure.

"Who, Brad? No, of course not!" You assure him genuinely.

He shuffles back into his comfortable slouch on the sofa and takes your hand in his. A few moments pass as he watches the screen. He then quickly turns to you with a weirded-out frown on his face, "What about the guy in the pearls?" His eyes bore into you, trying to pry out your secrets, you don't say anything, but your face betrays you as it can't hold back a smile.

"Eddie, you're missing the movie" is all you can say and point at the screen.

"Hmmm," he says suspiciously, "I might have missed a few seconds of the movie, but I am still learning an awful lot here."

"Wait...he's flirting with both of them...isn't he?" Eddie says observably.

You nod at the screen, an approving expression on your face.

"Oh!" He says, his eyebrows shoot up on his face, "Oh, I see...Ok then" He gives your hand a little squeeze and continues watching the movie.

"Those might be the smallest, tightest shorts I've seen in my entire life," Eddie says with a comical look.

"You should get some," you say, nudging him gently.

"You think you could handle that? You can barely keep it together when I'm fully dressed. You'd end up in Pennhurst," he giggles.

Eddie tries not to make it too obvious, but he side-eyes you throughout the workout scene of the movie, looking for any tells or reactions of your own. It was such an insight into his mind, what he thought you, or people in general, found attractive.

There was obviously no question in your mind about how physically attractive Eddie was. His face was perfectly formed, with those big beautiful eyes, sculpted jaw, perfect pout, and fantastic physique. However, he was so much more than a photo still could ever capture.

You know, because you'd tried, the pouches full of photos you had of him, the Polaroids and photo booth snaps that consumed the frame of your dresser mirror and were busy crawling up your wall.

It was his moments in motion, the way his eyes expressed things his words wouldn't let himself say sometimes. His little mannerisms. The way he walked and dodged things almost hips first. His thinking noises and how animated his hands and whole body could be when talking. It wasn't enough to say something to Eddie. He had to show you too.

You were obviously biased, but sometimes it boggled your mind how anyone could have passed up a chance to date him.

Eddie hears Columbia squeal his name, and he's on the edge of his seat. His eyes widen as he points at the screen, "That's Meatloaf!! And he's wearing..." Eddie grins hugely and shakes his head, patting your leg "...a vest and rings?" He raises an eyebrow.

You could tell he was enjoying this song but trying to hide it. His fingers drummed on his thigh, and his lips were tucked back into his mouth. You slide over a bit closer and shimmy your shoulders next to his. He looks over at you and joins in a bit more, making you smile so hard your cheeks feel like they are having their own workout.

"I don't think I've seen you dance, like ordinary dance before," you say, pleasantly surprised.

His smile is a little shy, but he looks pleased to have impressed you, "Not to give away the surprise, but I have a fairly good rhythm, as you know", he winks at you. Sending the bashfulness back into your court with a mighty swing.

The look of surprise on your face has rendered you speechless as he leans over to kiss you, but soon enough, the saxophone solo steals his eyes back to the screen.

"Has he got an ice pick? I knew this was gonna go badly. No!! Not my guy!!" He fake pleads with the TV screen.

He watches the next section of the movie with his ringed hand to his mouth, "So like...you know...with everyone?" The variety of coloured lights flickering across his face.

"I think that's what they are implying in his interactions with other characters, sure", you agree.

"Wow, and this is a stage musical?" He says slowly with incredulity.

"Yeah, since the '73 or '74 maybe, I think," you say, shrugging.

"How?" He says in amazement, "Like it's great, but I mean..." He gestures a hand towards the screen, "it's a bit...um...spicy, isn't it?" He laughs

"Yeah, absolutely, sometimes stage is a lot spicier than the movies will allow for. I heard," you don't say anything, but hearing Eddie say 'It's great is all you could have wanted from the viewing, but you don't voice it out loud just yet.

"What is she...wait...she's not...is she?" Eddie looks at you like you've just told him the most scandalous gossip and looks back at the screen with Janet singing. He laughs at the lyrics and reaches over to squeeze your knee, "Oh, busted for sure", pointing at Janet and Rocky.

As Dr Scott makes his way up to the lab, Eddie laughs so much that he's clutching his sides. He can barely get words out, "What...even...Ha...why?" Is all you manage to translate

"Absent friends? A tender subject? And a song for me?" He says, giggling to himself, "Aww, fantastic" he applauds as the scene draws to a close.

When the song in the theatre starts up and takes him entirely by surprise again, a few minor coughs where he'd almost choked on some chips, "What rating is this, again??" He says, laughing.

He doesn't say much for the remainder of the movie. Instead, he drapes his arm around your shoulders and observes the screen, occasionally snacking until the credit roll.

"Well? What is the Eddie Munson verdict on the movie?" You say, smiling up at him.

He turns his body towards you and takes a deep breath, "Hmmm, that might be one of the craziest things I've ever seen in my entire life. I'm not sure if it's for me..." He trails off

"Oh, really?" You pout. You were sure he'd been enjoying it. Maybe you had read him wrong the entire time.

He gets up from his seat and goes over to the VCR, "Yeah...maybe we could watch it once more to help me decide properly", he says, grinning at you with a little wink as he rewinds the tape.

"Oh, Eddie!" You say, throwing a cushion at him, realising you had been got, hook, line and sinker.

He skillfully dodges the cushion, presses play on the tape, pushes the coffee table to the side, flops back down in the seat next to you, and pulls you in towards him.

"So... we'll totally go see this at the theatre, right?" He asks nonchalantly.

"Of course, we can!!" You say excitedly.

"Maybe not in Hawkins, though. Shit...maybe not even in Indiana," he laughs.

You nod, understanding his meaning, and squeeze him tightly, wrapping your arms around his torso excitedly.

"Ok, but why have you moved the snacks so far away?" You say, puzzled.

"Oh, you know...just making some dancing room," he says coyly before grabbing you and pulling you out of your seat with him, and sway dances with you to Science Fiction/Double Feature.

[wheredafandomat]

The best

Walking into the common room, Loki heard the closing of a conversation. “Too bad the party’s hosted by people who want you dead”. “Steve, those are my favourite kinds of parties, count me in”

“Ooh I like her” Loki said approaching the pair sitting at the table.

“And you must be Thor’s brother” y/n said holding a hand out for Loki to shake. “I’m also a Prince”. “Nice” she said shaking Loki’s hand.

“What’s this I hear about a party?” Loki asked intrigued by the conversation. “Well, some of Hydra, along with their associates, will be hosting a party later on tonight. Steve thinks we should have some of our guys there listening in incase Hydra are planning another big attack. Steve doesn’t think I should go but I keep reminding Steve that I’m one of the best he’s got”

“Best?” Loki asked in a questioning tone

“Not best. The best”

Eyeing the girl in front of him, Loki felt a sense of mischief overtake him. He liked her. Her confidence, her looks, her charm, her personality, her hair, her voice, her—

“The best” she repeated winking at Loki

“Y/N here has the ability to manipulate people’s thoughts. She can also read them” Steve said watching Loki’s cheeks turn a bright red

“I like my confidence too Loki” she said before walking towards the door. “Steve, I’m going and I want to bring a friend. Loki would you do me the honour of coming to this party with me” she asked Loki as she dramatically curtsied.

Later that night, Loki and y/n arrived at the party. Loki was dressed in black suit and had his arm snaked around y/n’s lower back. Walking in, Loki was about to ask a question until she spoke “No they can’t recognise me. I manipulate thoughts remember. As soon as they see me, before they have time to alert anyone, I simply just replace the thought with another one making them forget they even saw me”. “Right” Loki replied grabbing them both a glass of champagne. “Loki you know I can read thoughts as well right” “Erm yes. YES.” Loki replied quickly removing his hand from her back and trying to think of anything other than the fact that he’d spend all night worshipping her body. Trailing his tongue down her neck, to her breasts, then down to her— “Loki!” “Right yes yes sorry I’m simply going to just stop thinking”.

As the night went on, the pair didn’t hear anything that struck them as suspicious, well at least y/n didn’t. Loki was too busy trying not to think of y/n laying— “Y/N, stop it” he cautioned. “Right yeah sorry that one was me but this is so boring” she huffed. “Well it’s not supposed to be fun” he said grabbing another glass of champagne. “Don’t you think you’ve had enough?” She questioned also picking another one up. “Haven’t you?” He smirked.

The longer the night went on, the more intoxicated the pair became. Loki could barely control his thoughts and y/n could barely walk in her heels. They both decided to wander outside in the gardens surrounding the building the party was being hosted. “Loki, Loki look, look at me” y/n whisper shouted trying to imitate some form of dance. “I don’t know what you’re trying to do but I think you’re doing it really well” he said before also starting to dance. “Look at us, two lonely dancers” she giggled before seeing Loki’s smile falter “what’s wrong?” She asked. “I am lonely, really lonely. The only person I have in this realm of insanity is Thor and he’s too busy with the rest of the Avengers” he said lowering his head. “Hey, hey, you’ve got me now. You’ll never be lonely again.” She smiled.

“HEY! WHOS THERE?” They both heard someone shout. “Quick Loki run” y/n yelled grabbing Loki’s hand who then transported them away from the garden. “Wow Loki, I did not know you could do that.” She laughed still holding his hand. Loki looked down at their hands connecting and knew in that moment that she was the one.

A/N: aww how cute ☺️😂

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Loopy

Pairing: Johnny Silverhand x female!V

Summary: V is a little loopy from her anesthesia, and Johnny finds it amusing.

Words: 1.7k

A/N: Requested by @thescorpionrodriguez. Hope you enjoy!

“Come on, V, wake the fuck up already.”

Silence. Johnny swears he could hear a pin drop.

V’s body remains lax on the bed; her eyes wound shut as if she were sound asleep. Slow and rhythmic, the rise and fall of her chest were calming, lulling. For once, she looks to be in peace, a rare moment for those who live and breathe in Night City.

She had been lucky. Extremely lucky. Two or three millimeters more to the right and the bullet that pierced her abdomen would have hit an organ. By some miracle, it missed anything vital and had exited out cleanly. It did fucking hurt judging by the sound of her agonizing groans, but here she was—still kicking, still alive.

And Johnny’s relieved that she was. They may not get along at times, but he genuinely cares for V. Hell, he would even consider her a good friend. She could call him a snarky asshole as often as she wants (and she does), yet he knows that deep down, she too has grown a soft spot for the rocker boy.

It’s been hours since the mission that went awry, and Johnny was getting pretty antsy. Vik had to put V down while he worked on repairing her cyberware. Nothing major, though the anesthesia should have certainly worn out by now. Much to Silverhand’s surprise, the ripperdoc wasn’t acting all too worried about it. He thinks V could use the sleep since he’s aware of how little she’s been getting.

Unfortunately, Johnny was all but a patient man. Bored out of his damn mind, he’s tired of roaming around the operating room, waiting and waiting for V to regain consciousness. Johnny’s more than ready to leave, perhaps grab a smoke afterward. He hasn’t gone this long without one lately, and he can’t enjoy one if V’s lying here, knocked out cold.

Nearly the rest of the day flies by, and the sun begins to set. That’s when he feels it; a spark—a familiar jolt of electricity emitting in the depths of V’s mind. Johnny manifests by her bedside, watching as her body finally stirs awake. That’s my girl, he silently praises, a flicker of a smile playing on his lips. V’s eyes flutter open, taking a minute to survey her surroundings before her line of sight lands on him.

“Well, look who decided to come back to life,” Johnny quips, leaning closer. “You doing alright, kid?”

V doesn’t respond. Rather, she bursts into a fit of giggles out of nowhere.

What the fuck?

Bewildered, Johnny glances everywhere but notices nothing amusing of the sort. “Care to share what you find so funny?”

“You’re too good looking to be my nurse,” V drawls, no doubt experiencing side effects from the anesthesia.

“I’m no nurse, princess, but thanks,” he corrects her. Then, it dawns on him. “You recognize me?”

She blinks at him blearily, the gears in her head turning as she tries to put a name to the face. “I dunno, should I?”

“It’s Johnny. Johnny Silverhand. Ring any bells?”

Again, V chuckles, a light-hearted tone that Johnny rarely hears, but they were sweet music to his ears when he does.

“Nope, zero bells. Are you like my husband or something?”

Johnny’s eyes widen. “Husband? Oh, no, honey. We ain’t even gone on a date yet. I’d say, think of us as partners-in-crime.”

“Wait!” V blurts out, gasping. “I remember you. You’re from that band—Samurai, right? God, I used to listen to your songs a lot as a kid.”

“Huh, you told me you’d never heard of Samurai,” Johnny recalls, slightly entertained at this point. “Didn’t peg you as a fangirl, V. I’m flattered.”

“So, can I… y’know, get your autograph?”

Just before Johnny could continue playing around with a loopy V, Viktor strolls in with Misty in tow, both delighted to find the merc out of her prolonged slumber. He lingers by the foot of her bed as Vik explains to V what happened, but she doesn’t seem to be processing it. She stares at him, dazed, and Johnny wonders when she’ll be back to normal.

“The effects should go away in a few hours,” Vik informs Misty once he’s examined V. She’s healing nicely and isn’t complaining much, yet that could be because of all the painkillers she was jacked with. “I’d say watch over V until she can stand on her own two feet without tripping. Other than that, she’s good to go.”

“Where are we going?” a clueless V asks, looking back and forth between the two. “Is Johnny coming?”

Misty furrows her brow at her. “Johnny?”

“Yeah, mister sex on legs over there,” she points eagerly, and Johnny smirks at that. “I’m not done talking to him yet.”

Vik shakes his head before reminding Misty of the engram residing within V’s psyche. “Oh, yeah. Silverhand. Uh, I guess he could come, too. Don’t really have much of a choice there, doll.”

The walk back to V’s apartment was a journey in itself. Lucky for her, she was pushed in a wheelchair throughout it all as Johnny stays visible for her benefit. They reached the door just before the skies turned completely dark, the warmth and comfort of the room being somewhat familiar to V.

Misty carefully moves her onto the bed, propping her up with pillows behind her back before smoothing out the blankets covering her legs. Johnny observes from a distance, quiet in his pondering. He’s never seen V this vulnerable before. She’s always been incredibly independent, not to mention stubborn as hell. She won’t accept anyone’s help unless it’s dire, and even then, she’s reluctant to do so.

“You must be starving,” Misty comments once V is settled. “How about I get you somethin’ to eat downstairs. Better food than what’s here, if there’s any. Hang tight for a bit, ’kay?”

Nodding, Misty then heads out of the room, the front door sliding shut when she’s gone, leaving V in the presence of Johnny yet once again. He glitches to sit by the edge of the mattress as V stares at him incredulously. Her eyes shone what he could best describe as innocence; she truly has no clue of what they’ve gone through together in the previous months.

“Can you sing me a song?”

Johnny narrows his gaze, a small chuckle rumbling in his throat at her deliriousness. “I don’t do concerts anymore.”

“Oh, come on!” V pouts, almost child-like in her ways. “Pleeease?”

“No,” he refuses sternly before an idea comes to mind. “How about you sing to me? Said you were a fan. Give me a performance, and maybe I’ll consider it.”

V does not hesitate. On cue, she starts to serenade Johnny with one of Samurai’s greatest hits, going as far as imitating the gruffness of his voice. Off-beat and lyrics garbled, V belts out the tune confidently and loud enough that her irritated neighbors began banging on the wall, yelling at her to quit it.

She ignores them, of course.

Meanwhile, Johnny’s having the time of his life. It was quite endearing to him, although embarrassing for V if she later finds out about this. Yet, he doesn’t stop her. He encourages her even further by singing along, not giving a fuck in the world.

At the end of the song, Johnny laughs heartily along with V, who had crawled closer to him. Their eyes meet for a moment that seems to last longer than it actually did. His mouth quirks up in a smile, the kind of smile that was reserved for her and her alone.

“You’re pretty cool, Silverhand,” V mumbles sleepily, touching the cold surface of his chrome arm. Sighing, Johnny guides her drowsy self back under the covers, certain that she would crash in the next minute or two. “I think you should take me on a date. We’d be a hell of a couple together.”

“I think you’re going to regret everything that’s happened just now when you wake up in the morning,” he returns, and there was a slight pang in his chest.

V only hums in response, and he doubts he had even heard what he last said. It doesn’t matter, however. Johnny was sure she wouldn’t want to bring this up again.

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“Fuck…” V exhales groggily, her blinking eyes wincing at the bright sunlight flooding into the room. She feels pain all over, her head throbbing immensely as she tries to gather memories of the day prior. It comes back in bits and pieces until suddenly, she remembers everything.

Everything.

“Good morning, princess,” Johnny greets after materializing before her, a cocky smirk plastered on his face. “How ya feelin’? Still loopy or need a little more refreshing from ‘mister sex on legs?’”

V’s reflexes are quick; Johnny doesn’t even register the pillow being hurled at him at first. He only realizes it when the empty glass bottles on the center table falls to the floor, shattering and making a mess.

“You’re lucky you’re just a hologram, right now,” V muttered as she stands up unsteadily.

Johnny holds his hands up. “You were the one who said it.”

Rolling her eyes, V reaches for the painkillers Misty left on the side. “Don’t remind me.”

“Alright, but at least let me tell you that you’ve got a shitty voice.”

“That’s why I don’t do karaoke,” V snorts before swallowing the pills and heading to the couch. “So, what do you think?”

“What do you mean?” Johnny questions.

“You, me, dinner?”

V waits for his reaction, smiling coyly at his confusion. When Johnny finally understands what she was referring to, he almost couldn’t believe it.

“Wait, are you fucking serious?”

She lets out a chortle. “Yeah, I’m serious. Don’t get me wrong, I’m mortified about last night, and I’m never going to let Vik knock me out with that stuff again. But hey, the truth came out. Might not have remembered you, but even while high as fuck, I knew I liked you.”

Briefly, they traded a look of longing, acknowledging at last this deeper connection they’ve felt for a while. It was much more than sharing a body, a mind. Something more profound than what Johnny and V have experienced before in their lives.

And though it was all entirely new to them, they both wanted it. They both wanted each other.

“Better get to it then,” Johnny flashes a grin, mirroring V’s own. “Wanna start with breakfast? Bet you’re hungry after skipping what Misty brought you, samurai.”

“Never going to live that one down, are ya?”

Shooting her a cheeky wink, Johnny throws on his stylish pair of aviators with ease.

“You bet your ass I’m not.”

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Since Childhood

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Loki x Reader

Adult Language

Sexual language hinted at

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I started this a few nights ago and I'm kinda proud of it! I hope you all will like it just as much as I do. I plan on making a part 2 soon, but we'll see :)

Word count 1361

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Loki and Thor have been your friend since childhood, but Loki was your best friend. You dared to think he was more than just a friend but you couldn’t help it. Deep in your heart, you knew he was more than just a friend to you. You weren’t sure if Loki felt the same and you made sure that he didn’t know how you felt in fear of rejection. You loved to be with Loki because of the fun tricks and games he played. He always knew how to cheer you up when you’re feeling down. That was the best part about Loki. In your eyes. He meant everything to you.

One day Loki and you were doing your usual childish things together. He had come up with an idea to play with Thor and you were eager to see. Just a game. Nothing more.

As you and Loki made your way to Thor’s chamber you peer in and giggle. You tell Loki to look and he does. He giggles watching as Thor imitated their father. “I! The All-Father!” Thor yelled thrashing his play sword around. Acting as if he was giving a grand speech before the battle.

“Watch this.” Loki giggles twisting his hand and his magic shooting out pushing Thor over face-first into the floor. Your eyes widen at the sight of Thor falling over whaling out. Red substance poured out from his nose. You shoved Loki aside. “Loki!” You whisper yelled, “you got him hurt!” Loki just shrugs looking away. “He seems fine to me.” He mumbles. “Fine? He’s not fine he’s bleeding!” You go to look back and Thor is gone. “Where’d he go?” You ask and turn to see Loki walking away. “Where are you going?” You follow him stepping in his way. “To my chambers?” He says. “You can’t just-“ The clacking of heels approached from behind. You turn quickly seeing their mother and you bow.

“Queen Frigga.” You say bowing. “Who did this?” She said pulling Thor from behind her showing us his blood-covered face. Everyone grew silent except for Thor’s sniffles as he tries to wipe his face. “I don’t know,” Loki says not meeting his mother's eyes. “Oh?” She said, “so you don’t know how did this?” No one answered. You gulped thinking quickly. “L-Loki and I were just passing by and we heard someone cry out and looked inside of Thor’s room, but no one was there so we assumed it was nothing..” you smile awkwardly watching Friggas eyes dancing around your face. She hummed in response and grabbed Loki by the wrist. “Y/N it’s getting late you should go home.” She then turned to Loki. “Let’s go. You both need to get cleaned up for dinner.” Then they were off. You watched them walk away and Loki glanced back at you. You waved at him as you watched them turn a corner and they were gone.

After that day you didn’t see much of Loki anymore. Occasionally you’d see him and wave at him through the years, but he never waved back. It taunted you not knowing why he ignored your existence. It hurt you, even more, to see him look right past you. As if you weren’t even there. You no longer tried to get his attention. Nor tried looking for him anymore. Over the next few years, Thor has taken an interest in you, but you didn’t feel the same.

There was a ceremony that night that Thor was going to be crowned King and a large party that everyone was going to be invited to. With excitement, Frigga had asked you to help with the decoration and planning for later that evening. You walked the courtyard fixing up some flowers. Feeling arms snake around your waist you jump turning to see Thor. “Oh, you scared me.” You say turning your attention back to the flowers. Thor chuckled watching you.

“Y/N, ya know… we should see each other after the ceremony.” You knew exactly what he meant by that. Your skin crawled at the thought of it. Even though you and Thor weren’t really dating in your eyes, he saw otherwise. He had been bothering you for weeks on end to see him in his chambers and you always pushed it off. “I’m not sure Thor, I have so much to do that Frigga wants to be done and I want to make her proud and not get distracted by anything.” You say moving down to the next decoration that was slightly crooked. You could tell he was getting a little upset. “Why do you do that?” Thor closed in on you.

“Do what?” You ignored how close he was getting. “Always make an excuse.” You shrug trying to ignore his pestering. He knew you always liked Loki and he tried his best to impress you in different ways, but nothing seemed to work. “Is it because of Loki?” He asks. You drop the vase, breaking before your feet. With teeth gritted you bend down to pick up the pieces. Frigga is not going to be happy about this. You thought. “What does Loki have to do with this conversation?” You ask not turning around. “How come every time I try to do absolutely anything with you, you push me away?”

He steps in front of you looking down at you. The broken vase crusting more under his feet. Standing up you meet his gaze. “Push you away?” He nods. “I am not pushing you away I am simply telling you I’m not ready.” You push past him making your way out of the courtyard to discard the broken pieces in your hand. “You would be ready if Loki asked you.” Thor snipped. You drop the broken pieces turning on your heel and point your finger into Thor’s chest. “You know what, I would! I would walk into his chambers bare! I would give my all for that man and show him just how much I care about him! I would let that man do whatever he wants but I can’t!” You spit causing Thor to step back. He had never seen this side of you, but neither have you. “I am not going to just drop my garments for you at any time of the day just because you ask me too!” What Thor said really got under your skin. You could feel every inch of your blood boiling. “I can’t because that IDIOT has been ignoring me since we were kids! So no I am not ready for you, nor will I be ready for any other man!” You huff turning around and rushing away to get as far as possible from Thor.

Leaning against the palace walls you run your hand through your face sighing loudly. “Damn idiot.” You spit covering your heated face. “I would walk into his chambers bare?” The voice made your blood run cold. You turn to see Loki standing there leaning on the wall. “L-Loki!” You stutter taking a few steps back. He hummed looking you up and down. Your knees buckled just from him watching you. “What are you- how’d you-“ he took a step closer. “You know, Y/N, you should really choose your words more carefully.” He smirks at you coming closer touching your chin with just one finger pulling you closer. Your lips are just inches apart. You glance at his lips then his piercing blue eyes. Oh, how his eyes could make you feel so venerable. “I- I should go.” You pull away turning to walk away, but Loki’s hands snake around your waist pulling you against him. His hand cupping your chin making you look at him. “Why don’t you come by my chambers tonight? Since you said you’d let me do whatever I wanted, right?” Your heart raced to stare up at him. You nod in response feeling him press his face closer to your ear. “I expect you to come bare.” He bites on your earlobe before disappearing. Your mind is cloudy and confused you turn around and see he’s actually gone. “Did… that really happen?" You thought to yourself.