#things called Infinity Something always causing a mess

[thebibliomancer]

Essential Avengers: Avengers #318: A Vengeful GOD!

June, 1990

Guest-starring the AMAZING Spider-Man! NEBULA TRIUMPHANT!

Look at what you did, Spider-Man!

Yeah, this is all Peter Parker, Spider-Man's fault! Well, him and some loose plotting.

Because:

Last times in Avengers: the team thwarted Nebula when she accidentally blew up the universe. But it turned out that despite every way it had been portrayed, blowing up the universe was all according to plan and not a big whoopsie. The energy of accidentally the universe was absorbed by a device called the Infinity Union that Nebula had stolen from the Stranger.

When the Avengers chased Nebula to her spaceship, they found that the Stranger had also tracked her down. The Stranger took Nebula to his own, bigger, ship and tried to interrogate her. Stymied by her being recently Starfoxed. The Avengers searched Nebula's ship for the Infinity Union, having been forewarned by Gunthar, the not-penguin, that the device had been booby trapped to explode if anyone other than Nebula touched it.

Spider-Man was able to use his Spider-Sense to find the Infinity Union first and decided to snag it with a webline.

Whoops! That counted as touching it and everything exploded!

Look at what you did, Spider-Man!

LOOK AT WHAT YOU DID.

I'm blaming Spider-Man a lot. Deservedly. But there is a nice symmetry to it. Spider-Man's weblines were able to save the day when the universe had turned off. But now they may have doomed it.

Nebula teleports everyone important, even the Stranger, to the Stranger's main monitor room so she can appear as sneering faces on all the monitors and smugly recap the plot.

She even explains that Gunthar had misled the heroes. The Infinity Union had actually been booby trapped to release all its stored energies to Nebula if anyone other than herself touched it.

Okay. So why is this plot even happening?

If Nebula's plan all along was to blow up the universe, let the heroes fix that while she tried her damndest to stop them, and then use the Infinity Union to become COSMICALLY POWERFUL, why didn't she have Gunthar touch the thing as soon as she got back from blowing up the universe?

I know Fabian Nicieza is trying his best to finish up the plot threads Byrne left behind but this plot is a mess.

The Stranger demands Gunthar the Rigellian tell him how the energy transfer was possible but Nebula disintegrates the mustachioed space man.

Then she reintegrates him, just to flex.

And disintegrates him. And reintegrates him.

When Captain America tells her to knock it off, torture is not cool, Nebula goes okay this is what we're going to do instead.

And it goes poorly.

As things usually do when you charge right at a cosmically powered opponent without a plan.

Mjolnir and Captain America's Mighty Shield bounce right off Nebula without her even yielding. She grabs Vision and chucks him at Iron Man. She no sells Starfox's pleasure power AND Sersi's molecular control (now in beam form).

Spider-Man tries webbing over her eyes but she just eye beams through the webbing. And also, she has cosmic consciousness so she didn't even need to do that to see.

Thor and Iron Man try to tackle her ankles but she just teleports a little way away to laugh at the effort.

Spider-Man: "Can we go home now?"

Oh, Spidey, you and your levity.

Meanwhile, Gunthar - the guy who talked a big game about wanting to help Nebula destroy the universe for... reasons? - starts to worry that Nebula is becoming mad with power and might get bored with him now that she doesn't need him for anything.

Captain America belatedly realizes that maybe they should have a strategy and orders the Avengers to try to lose Nebula - the one who just boasted cosmic consciousness - by running through a maze of corridors.

Thor isn't happy running but it doesn't really matter.

Nebula just pops out of the wall because of course she knew exactly where they were.

She suggests that the universe is on borrowed time and Cap says he doesn't believe she could REALLY destroy the universe.

And when you basically dare someone to destroy the universe to prove they can...

Well, Nebula keeps flipping existence off and on again.

She even lets the Avengers run away without stopping them just so she can hit them with nonexistence a few times.

(Also noticed by Quasar and Jarvis back in the Avengers Subbasement. Not to mention the monitor room they were in exploded a little when it monitored Nebula's apotheosis.)

Starfox wonders what Nebula is trying to accomplish by flicking existence on and off. Unlike the previous times with the compressor photo negative-ing everything, these lapses in existence aren't really discombobulating the Avengers.

But it turns out that Nebula is just having a blast willing the universe out of existence over and over again. Calling it "a pleasure unmatched in all my life!"

Well, okay then. I might have to kink shame.

But while Nebula is enjoying that and tormenting the Avengers, she's stopped paying attention to the Stranger who has just been sprawled on the ground the whole time.

The Stranger finds Gunthar and demands he explain how Nebula was able to absorb all the energy from the Infinity Union.

Gunthar Explains It All.

After he and Nebula stole the thing, they studied it. And they lucked into discovering the frequency on which it operates. So Gunthar implanted a bio-receiver in Nebula's brain which let her receive all those Infinity Union energies.

Which doesn't explain why the Infinity Union even exists or why Nebula had to wait for Spider-Man to accidentally trigger it instead of just getting one of her goons to do so. Or why it was even booby trapped to go off if anyone other than her touched it. Why even rely on someone else touching the thing?

Dumb. Dumb plot.

Now that the Stranger knows how the thing worked, he has an idea for how to stop it. And he teleports himself and Gunthar to Nebula's ship.

Meanwhile, the Avengers continue distracting Nebula. Although, not on purpose. But they're doing a good job drawing all of her attention.

They stumble into a weapons room and Nebula has animated all of the weapons against the Avengers.

Iron Man gets the energy drained out of his armor. Spider-Man gets trapped in a tube.

Giant-Sized Nebula shows up to kill the rest and they book it into an airlock, hoping it will slow her down. For good measure, Sersi seals the chamber on a molecular level.

But Thor wasn't happy just running away. He's livid that he's had to leave two allies behind.

Over on Nebula's ship, the Stranger finds the Infinity Union. He can change the frequency so Nebula can't pull this off again but to de-cosmic her, the bio-implant in her brain will need to be removed.

And the mustachioed space man contacts the Avengers to let them know that part is all up to them.

Captain America protests that removing an implant from her brain could kill Nebula but the Stranger doesn't care. And neither does Thor.

Now that he has an objective to aim for, he tears out of the airlock in one second (making the thought that it'd stymie Nebula at all ridiculous) and throws the torn off airlock at Nebula.

Which she melts in midair. Cosmic power.

But while she's again distracted by the Avengers, the Stranger redirects the flow of energy into himself, stunning Nebula just long enough

for Sersi to rip the implant from her brain and using her powers to heal up the wound right after.

Not going to begrudge Sersi for doing a good job and she's the newest Avenger so she deserves some cool moments.

But this really seems like it'd be a job for Vision.

Nebula shrinks to normal sized Nebula. And Spider-Man grabs her. Despite his usual demeanor, he's so fed up with this cosmic adventure that he almost punches her in the face despite the fight being over.

Thor stops him though. Says yeah he'd like to punch her in the face too but the fighting is done.

Spider-Man: "You're right, Thor. I know, I'm sorry. This is just a little more than I'm used to. I'm still a bit shell-shocked." Captain America: "We understand, son. The situations the Avengers often find themselves in can be quite unsettling --"

Then Gunthar calls on a big monitor to tell everyone the Stranger has been injured by absorbing all that energy. Oh no, not our good friend the Stranger. I can't imagine the Avengers without the Stranger.

Anyway.

He's fine after a scene transition.

The machines in his medical lab put him on the path to recovery.

Iron Man even gets to charge his armor back up from a convenient wall socket.

And so this arc is finally wrapping up.

Captain America and Vision strongly suggest to the Stranger that the Infinity Union should be destroyed since it's too dangerous to exist and doesn't serve any real purpose.

And the Stranger agrees.

And then while everyone is distracted by that, Gunthar teleports himself and Nebula to safety.

Nebula's ship NYOOMs before the Stranger or any of the Avengers can really respond. And the Stranger's own ship is too banged up from all the Cosmic Nebula nonsense to give chase anyway.

Nebula may not be great at filling Thanos' huge shoes and most of her plans don't make a lot of sense but damn is she good at getting away without facing consequences.

Captain America decides that with her compressor and Infinity Union plot foiled, it's going to be a while before she threatens anyone again.

Soooo... the Avengers would like to go home. Please and thank you. And the Stranger teleports them back to the Avengers Sub-basement, startling Jarvis and Quasar.

The Stranger: "Fare thee well, Avengers! You have earned the respect of the Stranger -- now and forevermore!"

Hey... what happened to the Quinjets the Avengers rode into space on?

Damn, these guys lose a lot of Quinjets.

Starfox is taken for medical treatment in the Avengers Sub-basement medical lab and Captain America walks Spider-Man up to the surface.

Where Captain America has noticed Spider-Man's second thoughts about becoming an Avenger and lets him off easy.

By firing him before he has to tell Cap he wants to quit.

Captain America: "Spider-Man, I feel your abilities are needed on the war on crime... I just don't know if they work best in a group... Or against the kind of menaces we face." Spider-Man: "Hey, you'll get no real argument from me! Then again, you guys never seem to do much about the Kingpins of this world, either!" Captain America: "I know. And maybe it works best that way. What I'm saying is, we are honored to call you a friend, but I don't think being a member of the Avengers is best for you." Spider-Man: "I'm fired?" Captain America: "Well, I wouldn't put it quite that way." Spider-Man: "Hey, no problem, Cap. It's actually kind of a load off, if you know what I mean. Call me if Galactus comes around! Take care!" Captain America: "You too, Spider-Man!"

Dammit.

That was a five issue arc, with Spider-Man and "guest-starring the Amazing Spider-Man" slapped prominently on each cover, which had Spider-Man join the Avengers for a hot minute, and then get fired at the end.

Boo.

I do wonder if this was a swerve or if it was always going to go this way. The writer changed mid-arc so maybe the intended ending also changed.

Anyway. Funny how this issue seems to get the idea that different superheroes tackle different things. While the Avengers are tackling cosmic nonsense, Spider-Man can thwart the Kingpin's criminal schemes. And at no point did Spider-Man have to say that he deals with the "real issues."

In the Marvel universe, cosmic nonsense and a giant man in charge of all crime are equally real issues.

Next Avengers time, the start of a six-part arc. Why? But next week, Avengers West Coast #60 where we get back to the Wanda is evil and crazy arc. Oh, joy.

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[dragonpropaganda]

you should talk about your thoughts on rw fanon (looking with huge eyes)

Oh god, there's a lot of major misconceptions have concreted into fanon, mostly around ancient society and ascension.

First things first! Ascension is not death! They are entirely separate things treated entirely separately by the text of the game. I can see where the interpretation is coming from, but it doesn't really align with how the text treats either subject. Five Pebbles may want to remove the self destruction taboo, but from his reaction to the rot it's clear that he doesn't want to die. Conflation of ascension and death only comes up as an offhand possibility that pebbs makes on iterator 4chan, when he's going into the possibilities of scenarios that even the other sliverists are doubtful of! (let me make clear that I am not a sliverist by any means)

Ascension is more of talked about as a form of transcendence, yeah? A Bell, Eighteen Amber Beads talks about their sitution as being "To have grasped at the boundless infinites of the cosmic void…", not as them seeking an end to life.

The beta dialogue goes into more detail, mentioning the "infinities of time and space" and the "boundless fractal planes of spirit and reality...", though this dialogue was cut and it's hard to tell how much it reflects the concept as in the released game.

As for the cultural misconceptions... there's A Lot to talk about, but the first that comes to mind is the common conflation of the five natural urges and the christian concept of sin.

It is true that the negation of urges is mentioned by moon as an alternative method of ascension, but much of what we know about the culture of the people who the fandom calls the ancients (which makes discussion of the depths a mess but that's something for another post entirely) points towards the urges not being seen as shameful.

Even the first urge does not seem to be particularly scorned! Being a warrior is presented as a cause for bragging in the Shaded Citadel pearl, being comparable with being an artist and a fashion legend. The second urge, also does not seem to be suppressed. Multiple sources attribute some level of honour to parenthood! The aforementioned pearl also mentions Seventeen Axes, Fifteen Spoked Wheel as being a "Mother, Father and Spouse" without any hint of shamefulness. Nineteen Spades, Endless Reflections expresses pride about having progeny, mentioning it alongside their owned land and esteem among their peers.

After some peer review, an esteemed friend has told me to add a section on purposed organisms as well! This is not so much my area, so I might be a bit off on some things.

As moon says, the majority of purposed organisms were tubes in boxes, and that the primal fauna of the world are almost entirely extinct. A lot of the fandom seems to ignore the first part, and i can't say I blame them, but the evolution of the creatures is so much weirder than people think.

Concept art for the creatures has this interesting quality to it, where the organic parts of the creatures have an almost... melty quality to them.

In the concept art, the flesh appears as if it's almost defying the machinery to form an animal shape. It's as if it's conquering its own artificiality the way the foliage grows over the (stone, brick and concrete, not mostly metal as some think!) ruins.

Of course, it's hard to really tell how much of this reflects the finalised concept, most of the integration is much smoother in the game, in line with a seamless kind of biomechanical design. There was always an intention of biomechanical strangeness, as shown in this screenshot of the devlog before the term "slugcat" even existed!

That said, the melty nature of the concept art shows a level of wild change inherent the biomechanical nature of the creatures, as if they truly are the result of these "tubes in boxes" almost revolting against their own boxes.

and considering centipedes... some tubes may not have had boxes in the first place!

[wynsummers]

i've been thinking about the whole "friction in his jeans" thing a lot lately, and while it is certainly one of the more iconic instances of the lyric in the CD booklet being different from the actual song, it is far from the only one. on top of that, there are quite a few lyrics that play with double meanings that only become clear when they're written out.

so, i present a collection of every lyric in the fob CD booklets that differ from the final version, punctuation and double meanings that aren't noticeable unless the song is written out, and any other interesting details i find in the process, or a really long post of me cornplating about fob:

disclaimer that if the difference is small enough/doesn't change the meaning of the line i won't include it because that would take me years (for example, the book says "light that smoke for giving up on me" and patrick says "yeah, one for giving up on me" but literally who cares that changes nothing. everything i include here is relevant, i think)

follow-up disclaimer that there are a bunch of fucking typos in every single one of these books because these boys never proofread anything but unless i think it's significant in some way i probably will skip it

TAKE THIS TO YOUR GRAVE:

tell that mick:

"I hope you choke on those words, that kiss, that bottle - I confess / now ash yourself out on the insides, when I said I loved you I swear I lied"

grand theft autumn:

"someday i'll appreciate in value, get off my ass and call you... but for the meantime i'll sport my brand new fashion of waking up with my clothes on at 4:00 in the afternoon"

saturday:

"pete and i said goodbye to astoria with promise and precision and mess of youthful innocence"

(most of these are just silly but this one fucking hurts)

sending postcards:

"fake it like you matter - cause that's the biggest secret you have to keep"

chicago is so two years ago:

"that means that I believed every single lie you said (and learned from the best)"

"cause every pain of glass that your pebbles tap negates the pains i went through to avoid you / and every little pat on the shoulder for attention fails to mention i still hate you" (pain of glass instead of pane of glass - i think this is supposed to be a parallel. that or pete just misspelled pane)

patron saint:

"I'm holding out and I'm holding on to every letter and every grudge"

*flashes forward 20 years to hmlag*

anyway

FROM UNDER THE CORK TREE:

our lawyer made us change the name of this song so we wouldn't get sued:

"we're good friends only when you're on your knees"

sugar:

the icon, the legend

"don't mind me, i'm watching you two from the closet wishing to be the friction in his jeans" 🎉🏳️‍🌈

dark alley:

"joke me something awful just like kisses on the necks of 'just friends'"

"I'm hopelessly hopeful that you're just hopeless enough"

champagne for my real friends, real pain for my shrimp friends:

"you steer away in a rearview mirror, make my head swim"

i slept with someone in fob:

"someone old, no one new / always borrowed, always you"

THIS ONE!! THIS FUCKING ONE [CAR CRASH] [SIRENS]

ahem. anyway

sixteen candles:

"i confess, i'm just messed up / dropping 'i'm sorrys' like you're still around"

XO:

"to hands"

(that's it. no "between legs, and whatever it takes" just hands. just fuckin. to hands)

"to hotel stares/stairs" (wordplay!! to clarify it literally says "stares/stairs" in the book)

"choose awe or sympathy"

also in the last verse it says 'to the "love"' with the quotes which is just kinda funny

INFINITY ON HIGH:

this ain't a scene:

"crashing not like hips or hearts"

i'm like a lawyer:

"i only keep myself this sick in the head cause i know how the words get you (off)"

"collect the bad habits that you couldn't bare to keep" (idk this one might just be a typo)

hum hallelujah:

similarly, this might also be a typo, but "versus" is spelled "verses"

(after) life:

ok. ok. hear me out. this is the cornplatiest i have ever been. but on genius it says "death's in a double bed"

and on the lyric book it says "deaths in a double bed"

that changes everything!!! (not really, i know) it's not death as a concept or figure or whatever it's deaths. as in multiple people dying. aaaaaaaaaaaaaauuuuuuuuuuaaaaaaaughhhhhhhhhhh

moving on

carpal tunnel:

"we take the sip from life's lush lips"

the line "we might've started singing just a little soon" isn't listed, it's just the goodbye line twice

"but i'm just tired yawns for fawns"

you're crashing:

"the cause, the kid, the charm, and the curse"

ginasfs:

"lips pressed this close to mine"

"but the prince of this failing empire knows" (hhhnnnggggggghhh)

"i've already given up on myself once but the third time is the charm" that's not how numbers work pete <3

"just kind of figured on not figuring myself out"

FOLIE A DEUX:

folie a deux doesn't have a lyric book. just portraits of the boys with empty white pages that have their names written on them. my poor beautiful masterpiece

BELIEVERS NEVER DIE VOL. 1:

fnowae:

not a lyric but for some reason the whole fuckin song is in quotes

SAVE ROCK AND ROLL:

the phoenix:

another punctuation thing but instead of "hope to die" it's "hope-to-dies"

"you're wearing our vintage misery"

alone together:

"my heart is like a stallion, they love it more when it's broke in" instead of "broken" (i love double meanings!! i love wordplay!! i love pete wentz!!)

where did the party go:

"i will appear to you if you make yourself shake fast enough"

the mighty fall:

the lyric book straight up doesn't have big sean's part 💔

rat a tat:

at the end there's this "talk less / mean more / let's be electric / like we were before" that i have literally never heard so i'm assuming it's a neat little cut lyric

save rock and roll:

"i will save the songs / the songs we're singing"

AMERICAN BEAUTY / AMERICAN PSYCHO:

irresistible:

"coming in announced" this one. this one's just a typo. come on boys it's been 12 years at this point read the books more than once

"i just dragged my nails on the tile / i just follow your scent" ?? idk

"this will not be a battle"

ab/ap:

for some fucking reason it just says "she's an american beauty" three times at the start of the song 😭

"and as we're drifting off to sleep" isn't in there, it just says "and all those dirty thoughts of me, they were never yours to keep"

the kids aren't alright:

indulge me once more, reader. i am cornplating again

instead of "former heroes who quit too late and just wanna fill up their trophy case again" it's "wanted to" do you understand why that makes me insane

also they have it as "will put your curse in reverse" instead of "we" which could be a typo but could also be a neat little change

uma thurman:

"you cut me deep like uma thurman"

jet pack blues:

"i'm the kind that can turn june to september / the last one that you'll ever remember"

"between these two white highway signs"

immortals:

"i try to picture you without me but i can't"

M A N I A:

hold me tight or don't:

the line "i'm pretty sure that this isn't how our story ends" isn't included

wilson:

"i know it's just a number but to me you're the 8th wonder"

sunshine riptide:

they didn't include any of burna boy's lines 😒

SO MUCH (FOR) STARDUST:

smfs doesn't have any lyric changes that i noticed, just the usual typos.

update: future emma here, upon further contemplation I have decided to add the line "I'd never go, I just want to be invited" since the first verse definitely says "I'll" (thank you sugarweregoinin and foliejpg for inspiring this revelation)

and there we have it! if you're insane patient enough to have made it until the end, thank you for reading and i hope you enjoyed! if there are any i missed/any in CDs that i don't have please let me know i find these so fascinating (if you couldn't tell). i just love getting glimpses into their writing process and seeing how the songs we know and love evolve before they get to us. i might also do a post about how spotify/genius gets a bunch of their lyrics wrong because it pisses me off but this is all for now, good day/night!

[sweet-evie]

Strolling in Starlight

A glimpse into the life of a single dad who's doing his best.

masterlist || pt 4

Content: Established Relationship, afab!oc, fem!oc, nameless!oc, she/her/hers pronouns for Satoru's S/O, singleparent!gojo, dad!gojo, Sentimental!Gojo, Mentions of Suguru and Satoru’s deceased lover, Pining (all Satoru), Satsuki doesn’t understand a thing her dad is saying.

A/N: Not Gojo showing off his powers to a baby as if they can understand.

Never Grow Up Pt 3

December 2012

“‘Tsukiiii…” Satoru groaned, stretching out the last syllable in her name as he pushed her door open. “I thought we were past this.”

Grumbling, he effortlessly picked his way through the mess of building blocks and plushies on the floor that he neglected to put away before her bedtime. (Infinity on auto was a perk he never wanted to be without; saved him emergency trips to the hospital because he was sure he’d stepped on legos hundreds of times by now).

Satoru propped his elbows on the edge of Satsuki’s bassinet and peered down at her scrunched up, slightly red face from crying. This was the fourth time this week — consecutive days of the house being shaken up at ungodly hours of the morning because of a screaming baby and her consequently turbulent cursed energy.

Shoko warned him about this… She told him some babies get into a phase at 7 months where they don’t appreciate being apart from their caretakers and that it’s completely normal, but it sure is a bitch to deal with. Usually, it wasn’t a problem, because Satoru rarely slept anyways, and he was — more often than not — awake and doing things. His concern was Megumi and Tsumiki. Those kids needed their sleep… And Satsuki had a pair of lungs on her. Wonder where she got those from.

“Princess, I’m all for you crying and calling for me, but we can’t keep waking up Tsumiki and Megumi like this. They have school tomorrow… I think.”

Satsuki rolled over to lie on her stomach. She was still crying, a little quieter now that her favorite person had come into the room to appease her.

“C’mere.”

He reached in and lifted her out of her bassinet, and held her at arms’ length. She had that ridiculously adorable dumbfounded look on her face that most babies seemed to have after they stopped crying — looking around cluelessly as if they didn’t cause disturbances just moments before. If he had neighbors and they lived in a smaller apartment, he was sure he would have gotten noise complaints by now.

Satoru brought his daughter closer and did the routine check he’d always done every time she woke up in the middle of the night since he brought her home from the hospital 7 months ago. Her diapers didn’t require changing, and she wasn’t hungry, so…

“Did you really just want to be close to me?” He teased her, tickling her tummy a little.

She squealed her answer and as she gave him her gummy smile, he narrowed his eyes.

“Are your teeth coming in?” He had the inappropriate urge to poke his finger in and feel around her gums, because those little white buds were definitely not there before. “Shoko told me you might be a late teether. You were supposed to get these 3 months ago.”

In hindsight, that probably explained all the drooling, the general fussiness, her awful habit of attempting to eat her fingers until someone brought over a pacifier, and her demonic urge to gum all her plushies to death. His clothes didn’t escape her either.

“I’m getting you a teething ring. I really should’ve, don’t know how I missed that.”

Satoru outstretched his hand and used Blue to draw one of Satsuki’s toys over to him. The movement caught the baby’s attention, and she squealed in delight as she followed the object’s path. How did it look to her curious eyes, a plushie flying across the room to land in her father’s palm? But it seemed she couldn’t care less after Satoru handed it to her. She grabbed Wanyamon and pulled on its ears. Her babbling and her attempt at motor boating (something she picked up from Tsumiki and Satoru) showered her father in drool.

Satoru snickered and watched as Satsuki’s face lit up with excitement. It must be another sight to see — liquid suspended in midair, drool kept at bay by Infinity.

“Okay, Spitter, now what?” Shaking his head, he pushed the small plushy back into her arms when it almost fell to the floor from her lax grip. 

Satsuki crumpled the cloth in her little fists and put one of the ears into her mouth. Snickering, he kissed the top of her head and bounced her a little in his arms. “You don’t look sleepy, but I need you to go back to bed because it’s so late, and your mom will hate me if you don’t get the sleep that you’re supposed to.”

She stared up at him with big doe amber eyes that reminded him too much of her late mother, just as an idea popped into his head.

“Hey ‘Tsuki? Want to go see the stars up close?”

=OoOoO=

Beautiful star-studded Tokyo skies were rare to see, but it was a privilege enjoyed by the strongest sorcerer of the modern age. Suspended mid-air, 6,000 feet above the ground, Satoru strolled across empty air, stepping on manipulated space underneath his feet, walking through clouds with each step, carrying a deeply fascinated baby in his arms.

Not for the first time, he himself appreciated the blanket of stars above them. He was holding Satsuki up against his chest and shoulders and she leaned back as far as she could, turning her fair-haired head this way and that, little hands tugging mercilessly on his hair all the while.

Her excitement came in the form of babbles and squeals that sometimes sounded like they were supposed to be questions, and he nodded along.

“Bet you didn’t think your dad could fly huh?” Satoru smirked, gently prying her fingers away from the hair hanging in front of his face. She’d poked his eye one too many times for his liking by now. “Well, it’s not flying… More like… I’m manipulating the space around me so I can do things like this.”

A finely controlled red orb launched itself from the tips of his fingers. The ball of energy careened across the sky and dissipated after it disturbed a group of cumulus clouds.

Satsuki was murmuring things softly in a language that only babies could understand. She twisted restlessly in his arms and Satoru had to re-secure his hold on her lest she fall.

“What are you so interested in back there?” Satoru teased, turning around to stare at empty air behind him. “Red is not enough for you?”

“Da-da Da-da~ Dada.” She sang and giggled and swung her tiny onesie-clad legs.

As the wind continued tousling his hair, he readjusted the beanie on Satsuki’s head, so it covered her ears a little more. For some reason, she reminded him of one of those Kewpie baby commercials from his childhood — all wide-eyed curious stares and rosy cheeks. 

“As I was saying before you interrupted me—” He booped the tip of her nose and she scrunched her face at him. “If you happen to have Limitless too, you could do cool stuff like what daddy did and show off to all of your friends. It’s going to take a lot more effort to master Limitless, or at least, use it competently without Six Eyes, but I know you can do it. You have me, after all. I’m the best teacher you’ll ever have.”

“Baboo!”

“Ow!”

Satsuki squealed and closed her fist around Satoru’s nose, giggling and smiling her gummy smile as her father made a face. He pried her hand off again, and mimed eating her fingers — making the silly cookie monster noises that he knew she recognized from Sesame Street. (He had his current students to thank for that). Her answering shriek could have woken Megumi and Tsumiki had they been in the house, and Satoru laughed along with her.

He held her at arm’s length as she continued to squeal and drool all over the front of her onesie. He spun around slowly twice, just to see how his baby would react, and she rewarded his efforts with a string of baby talk.

“Why are you so energetic at like two in the morning?” He wondered out loud, bringing her close again.

She wriggled in his hold and subconsciously wrapped her short and chubby arms around his neck.

“You don’t even know what stargazing is yet, do you?” He readjusted his hold on her again and patted her back slowly to the rhythm of ‘Twinkle Twinkle Little Star’ playing in his head. “It’s when people go outside to stare up at the night sky and try to find constellations. To be honest, it’s pretty lame when you live in the city because hardly any stars would be visible through all the light pollution. This is way better, don’t you think so?”

Satoru doubted the baby was paying attention to him as she stared up at the endless expanse of tiny lights above them — babbling and doing her own commentary in a language only she understood.

“Mhm, those are stars, Princess. We still can’t touch them from here, but we can see a lot more of them.”

They whiled away in the sky for a short time like that; father and daughter strolling together under a dark canvas dotted with billions of balls of gas, burning hundreds of miles away. He pointed out made-up constellations to her, naming them after people in his life — talking about how those clusters of stars looked like Megumi when he was reading a book, or how that particular line of stars reminded him of Tsumiki when she played in the swings.

It was weird, but Satsuki didn’t think so…

The wind continued to whip at his hair and his clothes when he chose a spot in the sky to stop. Carefully, he sat on empty space — next to a pocket of fluffy white clouds, stretched his legs, and crossed them at the ankles so he could lay Satsuki lengthwise on his lap.

Satsuki kicked her legs out and giggled at him as he held her tiny fists in both of his hands; playing a makeshift game of close-open-close with her short arms, while humming another nursery rhyme he was sure he’d learned when he was a child himself.

“Hey, guess what?” Satoru leaned closer a little and whispered conspiratorially after the second nursery song ended. “Your great grandma told me once that people who are gone turn into stars.”

Satsuki replied with a bunch of incomprehensible baby talk. She twisted around again to lay on her stomach, and Satoru was quick to pick her up and guide her into a sitting position on his knee instead, with his arms supporting her and holding her close for safety.

“Pu-pee.” She squealed and giggled again, curious hands reaching up to grab and tug at her beanie. “Da-da, da-da~ Da-daaaaa~”

Smiling at her unquenchable eagerness and energy, he slowly rocked her back and forth and littered quick kisses along the side of her face while he stared up at the canopy of stars. 

“Do you think Mommy’s up there?” Satoru shook his head and chuckled. “I bet Mommy would kick my ass because this is actually pretty dangerous for you, you know. One slip-up and it’s ‘down will come baby, cradle and all.’ Should’ve brought the carrier. But eh… It’s fine.” He kissed the top of her beanie. “I won’t let anything hurt you. I’m the safest place you’ll ever be. Your dad’s the strongest after all.”

They listened to the wind as it sung a song of its own, and perhaps if he deluded himself enough, he would be convinced it was his Love coming to check on them momentarily. Yes, she would probably chide him for being careless and for bringing his daughter thousands of feet up into the air, but if she were here, he would have brought her with them too.

It had the makings of a perfect family date, didn’t it?

Just him, her, and their baby girl strolling under starlight — far away from the stresses of normal life and jujutsu sorcery.

“I miss your mom.” 

Had Satsuki been old enough to understand, perhaps she would have heard how sadness stained her father’s usually cheery disposition… Perhaps she would have seen the way the light in his eyes dulled ever so slightly at the memory of the Love he had lost.

And yet, a fond and bittersweet smile still made its way to his lips at every memory that drifted to the surface. “I did this with her once. Took her up to Tokyo Skytree. She kept smacking me the first time I did it because I startled her. My bad…” He snickered and perked up suddenly when he remembered, “Oh! My teleportation doesn’t disorient you, does it?”

“Da-da da-da… Ba-boo~ Ba-bee!”

“Taking that as a ‘no.’” He sighed. “I miss my best friend too. His name’s Suguru. You would have liked him if he were still around. Suguru can absorb and manipulate curses, and he really had this cool rainbow dragon curse that he would bring out sometimes. Auntie Shoko, me, and him used to fly above Tokyo riding on that thing.”

And what a headache they gave Yaga too… Wandering outside of campus after class hours was generally frowned upon and heavily discouraged, but that hadn’t stopped the three of them from leaving their dorms in the dead of night anyway. He treasured the memory of those balmy nights full of late convenience store snack runs. They would hang out in parks after that, or sneak into izakayas. (He and Suguru were certainly tall enough to pass, and no one said ‘no’ to Shoko). Sometimes, they deliberately returned to campus when the sun was high just to see what would happen if they broke school regulations.

“There was also the stingray, but that one’s smaller and only fits one person.” 

Satoru mumbled to himself, lost in the memory of that time when he dared to race Suguru. Which was faster? The stingray vs the rainbow dragon. Shoko thought they were ridiculous, but she played referee for them anyway — all while she rode atop another one of Suguru’s airborne curses, casually smoking her cigarette as she watched the boys cackle and try to playfully sabotage each other to get the upper hand.

A moment of silence followed, punctuated by the howl of the wind and Satsuki’s quieter babbling.

“Princess, do you even know that you’re born into a sorcerer family? Maybe you don’t understand yet, but I’ve seen you interacting with Megumi’s dogs.” 

Megumi introduced them to her at Satoru’s suggestion, just to see if Satsuki would react, and she did. She patted their fur and crawled towards them. Satoru would go so far as to say she would have chased them if she had been capable of walking… Perhaps soon the house would come alive with the sounds of little feet pattering on the floor, pursuing shadow pups. Megumi didn’t react to it much, but Satoru caught him summoning the dogs with Satsuki around. He would read to her while she poked and prodded at the Divine Dogs.

Too bad Tsumiki can’t see the canines though…

Cheeks puffed out in disappointment, Satoru muttered, “It sucks that Tsumiki can’t see them the way you and Megumi can. She would have loved those dogs.”

“Mi-mi boo… Da-da da-da!”

He smiled and poked his daughter’s cheek. “Tsumiki is just like your mommy, you see. She’s a non-sorcerer, and if things go well, she can live a normal and happy life. I want that for you too, ‘Tsuki. I’d give it to you. To be honest though, I wanted to wait to have you… Don’t take this the wrong way, Princess, but Mommy and I weren’t supposed to make you yet.”

His Love’s panicked face after she’d confirmed her suspicions still felt so fresh. He could still see her in his mind’s eye — could still see the droop in her shoulders when she approached him and confessed, the pregnancy test held between her trembling hands.

“We wanted to get married after I’ve reformed the jujutsu world, and then we’d have you. But you came early! And that’s completely fine too.” He smiled fondly at Satsuki’s innocent face, blinking up at him. “At least now, you get to see me do it, and by the time you’re all set to go to Jujutsu Tech, it will be different, and so much better.”

Her smile slowly began to turn upside down and her familiar cry for attention pierced the air not long after. If she wasn’t in need of a diaper change or hungry, that only meant one other thing. Someone was getting cranky and that same someone was demanding her beauty sleep. Finally.

Satoru tucked her into the crook of his neck again and patted her back gently, readjusting his hold at the same time so she could snuggle more comfortably if she needed it.

“What do you say we make this a tradition? Just you and me. Like that idea?”

But his voice had already lulled her to sleep, and Satoru smiled.

“Sleep tight, sweet girl. I have you.”

[hiveswap]

Warning: Far too long, only kind of filtered notes app analysis that i couldn't sleep last night unless i typed out:

Just finished reading old Man Quill and also the Wastelanders volume about him. Tbh i liked it a lot, i already knew the rest of the team were dead but the reveal still hit really hard.

Peter is a sensitive soul, one of his defining traits has always been that he feels responsible for everything that ever goes wrong and stops at nothing to make it right again. (That and substance abuse, but this is the farthest that concept has ever been taken) It's been like that since he gave himself up for mass murder before Annihilation.

If i understand correctly, this timeline separates off when he leaves the Guardians to rule Spartax for a while, but that option leaves us with a continuity error since he namedrops Infinity Wars. The other option is that after they take down the future!universal church in the 2019 run, he goes to Spartax to take over the throne, since his father died there. This would fix one continuity error, and also pick up at a point where Nova is already back from tentacle hell (more on him later) This would however cause another continuity error with the spaceship they are using, since by then they didn't have the Milano. However, this is nitpicking.

50+ years in complete solitude must have messed with his head enough for the news to break him the way they did. The Guardians were some of the last people he loved that he knew were at least somewhere out there, even if they have spent the vast majority of their lives apart.

I also find the idea that he had a family very interesting, because he seems to want that so much, but duty will always call, either an external force or his own restlessness will get between him and peace. The 2020 run starts similarly, his attempt at settling down is interrupted by an old friend asking for help, and he could never let Nova go to war alone. After he dies there, he is given the chance to settle down as an immortal on Morius, but he grows restless after 200 years of it.

In the Old Man storyline, the death of his family on Spartax works in a similar way. He grows restless, he leaves them to fight (for them as an emperor and a father), except this time they die in his abscence while it was his responsibility to protect them. Not only does this reach into his pre-existing insecurities and flaws but it also gives him an extra layer of motivation: throughout the story he is very protective of children who get caught up in the crossfire.

I find the Wastelanders Starlord issue extremely interesting. It is about how he very much still has to move on from the past, stop thinking back to a romanticized version of his loved ones and allies, stop thinking of how those idealised figures would hate him if they really saw him now.

Nova's presence in both this sequence and the ending is a clear signal that he needs to pull his head out of his ass: one of the people whose "ghost" he saw that degraded him is literally still alive! And look at the other people, all of them people who must be happy to hear from him after 50 years of locking himself away.

The way he breaks from the illusion calls to mind his tendency to reject peace: While the previous illusions call him a failure, Kitty promises to love him just like she did in the past. He rejects this to save himself, accurately noticing that it offers him a romanticised version of their relationship made up to hit him right where it hurts. Stay, like you've always failed to do, it says. Leave like you always do.

In the end he moves on successfully, building on the things he's lost and not letting them out of sight (holograms of the dead Guardians, ship renamed after Kitty Pryde)

Another thing I realised is that he'll risk his own safety but only if he's alone. One of his loved ones being around/doing something stupider than him immediately overrides his own stupidity and turns him into a responsible person who is going to come up with a better plan.

But if he's alone/backed into a corner it is potential suicide mission o'clock because he doesn't think he has value other than his relationships to others and believes that there is no one else who would do this "absolutely neccessary" thing if it wasn't him.

I enjoyed this story a lot, it felt consistent with characterisation i've grown to like. Deeply caring, softly ruthless, guilt weighing on his mind like a stone. I can easily compare his motivation and behaviour to the 2008 run, Moondragon even sums up a lot of what i've had to say:

Which is great! I know everyone says the 2020 series is the first true sequel to gotg2008, but for an alternate universe, Old Man Quill does well and should be given a chance.

[mynameisjag]

Prompt sent by: @purplereaderfans

Original prompt by: @1moonflame8

It’s a lovely place, Amity Park, really it is, especially these last few years now that there is more of a balance to things here.

In all honesty Constantine shouldn’t have been able to find the place, this safe haven cut out of reality, he should have bounced off the protection barrier like the bad plague he was.

But…here he was…

Sitting on a park bench during one of the sunniest days he had ever experienced, light breeze, children playing…this should be a dream…cause he knows with the way his soul is, heaven or any form of it…will most likely not be an option for him…so here…he can pretend…

He watches people…human and other go about their daily life…watches beast that are found in ancient tales just go about without a care in the world…watches the citizens of Amity play their roles in keeping the normalcy.

“Its peaceful today.”

The voice is…so young…so is the face…but those eyes…those eyes of this new stranger…they hold the weight of millennias…

John knows who is taking a seat beside him, not even asking to share the park bench, why would he, the false kid owns this place, his to protect, his to watch grow…

“I imagine there’s not much to ever disturb the peace with you around.”

The small laugh echoes just enough to touch on the more then human side, “You’d be surprised the messes that end up taking place.”

They enjoy the peace…one observing each and every mundane interaction…the other happily humming away, soothed by the happiness of his people.

“You’re an interesting person, John Constantine.”

“I’d say you are even more, Phantom.”

There is a quick smile, a flash of sharp fangs, hinting at something greater underneath the child like surface, “Call me Danny.”

This was the High King of Infinity, the Balance of Worlds, the Creation of Life and Death…and he wanted John to call him…Danny…

“As cracked in the head as I am, I don’t think I can do that your Highness.”

More chiming like laughter, “Please do, I prefer it, really.”

“Alright, Danny-boy, but you’ll come to regret giving me that kind of permission.”

A child runs past, the lower part a deer, behind them another follows, almost completely normal looking except for the glow of yellow eyes.

“Would you like to see more of my world John?”

It was a trick question wasn’t it, if he was to agree, this place would suck him into it, he would become part of it, connected to it…

He could learn and harnessed more then what he could ever learn back in the mortal state…he could lose himself to the sirens call of Infinity…

A taste of the other side and he would be hooked…

…he was always terrible handling his vices…

“Yeah, yeah I would…”

I just got an idea and I have to know what you guys think! So I’m currently reading Weirdly Competent on AO3 and it gave me an idea. In this fanfiction, John Constantine explains about how badass Amity Parker’s are and I suddenly imagine him going fan girl when he hears Danny’s name. Imagine John Constantine being a fan of Danny Phantom and wants to become HIS apprentice! It would be so funny!

[rensoneshots]

kiss me one more time all of chapter 2

THE NEXT MORNING

harry got out of bed quickly, but not long later did the pain around his ass hole reminded him of the events that occurred the day before. after Draco came, they stayed still, the blond's arms around his lover's ever so slightly muscular body.

all of it came back to him. while holding harry, draco said "I love you" he paused for a second, "even when I used to call you names and make fun of you, it made me hurt a little. now I realize that it was because when you hurt... that's when I hurt" the last part made him think about just how fucked up it is that he loves his ex bully so god damn much.

it took the boy nearly as long as Draco took before harry could cum, to get dressed

after getting to the common room, harry spotted Ron and Hermione.

"you fall down the stairs or something?" asked Ron who had noticed his friend's discomfort.

"shut it, Ronald! he's sick... are you feeling alright?" the girl asked, this reminded harry of what happened between now and the empty classroom.

harry had pretended to be sick while Draco just skipped the rest of the day for no reason.

the burnet coughed a few times "yeah I am better than yesterday so I'm going to classes"

"Are you sure my love?" a sickening voice said.

harry breathed in sharply as if to yell but quickly realized it "Ron, Hermione, let's go to the dining hall"

in a very relaxed voice, ginny said "fuck you, I was just making sure you were fine" the first part was fine. Harry didn't care about if someone insulted him; the next part though. "I bet Malfoy drugged you or some fucked up shit. he's pretty messed up you know?"

"YOU FUCKING BITCH! SAY ONE MORE WORD ABOUT HIM. I DARE YOU"  screamed harry.

"ok fine. he is a filthy pore blood who feels entitled to everything. did you think he ever felt bad about how he treated you before?"

"excuse me! my father was a pure-blood and he was an amazing person. draco does feel bad about the things he said" retorted the boy.

"Oh, and how do you know that?" 

fuck "it doesn't matter how I know, let's go," harry said leaving. Honestly, it didn't matter if the other two came as well. or if they stayed but harry knew that arguing with ginny any longer could cause ron to have a fit and a specific brunette's ass was hurting so I didn't need that too.

BACK WITH DRACO

one blond boy got out of bad happily. unlike harry, he was in no pain.. yet. as he got dressed a face with pirrcing green eyes , framed with brown hair and a lighting skar smiled, as the memorys of the events of the day before rushed through his mind.

not he is going to have to face snape, and draco hardly skiped defance against the dark arts. if he did there was always a punishment. the first few times the punishment was painfull physicly, but not worse then a fight with a class mate, during year 3. latter at 15 the next year, he skiped again and was beaten. it was like a slap on the rist compared to this. 

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heavy topics about SA till next line  (sumary at the end of this section)

another skip in year 3 got a new kind of punishment; a less ligal in more ways than one kind of punishmant. snape thoght that draco was old enogh to see the real world.

the fact of the matter goes like this:

if he gets a bad grade a brakes a small rule in snape's class, he would get slaped around a bit, and if he fell down snape would kick the boy a little.

if he messed up for real or for say skiped class, the bad punishmets came out to play.

even though the blonds ass was bout to get beat to infinity, it was well more that worth it to hear harry's moans and feel the brunets ass around him as it clenched with every thrust. and it was even more worth in to see the lude faces harry produced.

drace opened his door to see a cold face, framed with back hair and no signs of mercy even if the younger's face had been torn to pieces (i had to bounce ideas off of my sibling to get the last part). "good morning sir. you look mad. care to share why?... no? ok then would you mind moving over a little, i am realy quite hungry.

"my office now! be ready with a good explanation as to why you skipped my class yesterday and why you thought I would not care" but I'm hungry becuase i didn't eat yesterday, professor 'Severus snape' " he knew that saying the profacors full name like... that would send shivers down the man's spine.

"dont worry about the silly food. I've got that covered. let's go" he turned on heal and glared dark holes throw the students who dared to stair. 

once in snape's office, he was commanded 'to stay still and wait'. after the older man left the room, Draco softly cursed under his breath.

what the actual fuck was he going to say? 'sorry i was too busy fucking my enemy in the ass to care about your boring ass class'? maybe 'i fucking hate you but i also love how you can make me feel so i skipped to skip my dick into harry'? even better, what if he slapped snape and ran off with harry?...no. snape would kill him for any of those.

after a few minutes, the sir returned with the handcuffs -that the boy was well to acquainted with-, and a rope "sit on my desk boy" 

'oo, handcuffs. how kinky of you 'Severus' "mocked the boy but he did as told

snape took a few steps closer to be right in front, "mock me again and i can guaranty you that this will hurt". the ravenette placed a hand by each hip of his boy.

with an eye roll Draco rhetorically asked, "oh please, when does it not hurt?"

"When you actually go to your bloody classes" snapped the oldest and slapped the blond's no longer evenly toned face.

"oww, professor do you like i when i hurt," Draco said pretending to be sad.

"shut your mouth before i shut it for you"

"mhhh~ that's kinda kinky" the blond grabbed one of the other's hands and kissed the tip of one of the long, thin, thumbs on it. "i would love that if this is what you'll use, 'Severus' " once again he used the most seductive voice he could, laced with velvet lust, to say the name. it kinda reminded him of harry screaming out his name between moans. 

this all earned him the feeling of handcuffs roughly tightening around his small wrists. and although the situation was not ideal, Draco kinda liked his time with snape. of course other than the physical abuse that is. he kinda liked the feeling of a big and mature dick up his ass.

the raventette moved closer to the boy, so close the length of his dick pressed hard against the boy's leg and throbbed for attention. with one hand snape moved the younger's arms around his neck and the other slowly creped and teezed till it got to the small penas. the palming began. "say my name again" s soft whisper ordered.

trying not to bounce his hips and moan out, Draco asked "Severus?"

"no. not like that, do it like before"

"oh did that turn you on earlier?"

"do as you are told"

" 'Severus'? did you mean like mm~ this 'Severus snape'?" he replied, trying his very hardest not to moan but failing. another small moan was quickly followed by a short kiss

"yes, Draco i do like that. but i like something even more. the sounds of pleasure that you make; so please stop hiding them" with that the kinky man moved his thumb in front of Draco's lips like before. without direction, the boy slipped it into his mouth with ease.

in ecstasy from the contact with his dick. Draco let out a small moan. "again" replied the professor and paused "but louder this time my sweet bitch boy."

"mhhh~ fu-uck" the young one breathed out but was muffled by the finger in his mouth. for quite some time now the boy had been distracted with finding the right words to mock the teacher with that he hadn't realized that his pants had disappeared. not to mention that he was not being jerked off instead of being palmed "im so-o~ close ahh~"

"My dear boy, this is a punishment, cum and I will hurt you more than i already planned to"

"ye-fuck-s s-sir~" to Draco's dismay, right after his reply, the man removed his hand -that had pre-cum all of over it- from the boy and began to unbuckle his own pants.

he stepped back. "get on the ground" he commanded and finished removing his black plants. all that remained were his tight black boxers with thin white stripes.

the boxers clung to his skin and outlined every crease of the dick pressing against them. the boy could see the way it curved up and how the tip was thicker that the rest of it, with a dented line across it. Draco got on his knees, he leaned closer, and kissed the top of the man's member.

"Don't fucking tease me"

"But professor 'Severus', its fun to see you struggle to wait" replied the boy as his lips brushed against the meet in front of him with every word. SMACK!! the man's hand slaps the boy right across the face. he pushed his hips forward. he pushed 

"you know what to do so do it"

hooking two fingers on each side of the v-line, Draco unleashed the ultimate torture weapon. he placed his tongue on the underside of the base and licked to the leaking tip. with practice and precision, he took the length of the dick in, and slightly choked.

white fingers intertwined in the messy blond hair to push and pull the connected head. With a few bobs and moans, the madman couldn't resist thrusting into the choking boy's mouth.

soon later with a final thrust at inhuman speeds, snape's unborn children shot out of him. they were swallowed whole.

"that will be all for today, you may go now"

"oh no rope today sir" Draco replied while straightening up and wiping a little cum from his mouth and licking it.

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the SA is over, bacicly draco mocks snape and snape slaps hin a little. then draco has to give a blow job and teases snape to make him angery. draco also thinks durring this ' and although the situation was not ideal, Draco kinda liked his time with snape. of course other than the physical abuse that is. he kinda liked the feeling of a big and mature dick up his ass'. at the end snape says that they are done for the day.

the blond slowly stumbled out of the office and into a bath room to deal with the stick in his pants. it was still brakefast time though there was little time left (i need to eat brakefast too).

in the great long room, harry and draco sat and their respectable tables. looking over, he could see his love rubbing his temples in frustration. across sat his friends, Ron and Hermione, who were talking to harry? draco had no idea from the angle that he sat at. but why was he stressed out? and why were the others a little mad?

'oh, shit' (but like an exited oh shit not i dropped something oh shit) ginny wasn't there so something might of happened.

BACK WITH HARRY AGAIN

harry: "as i said, he told me he felt bad"

Hermione: "yet for some bazaar reson i just don't believe that"

harry: "well he did and i believe him"

Ron: "well he is staring at us" 

Harry looked up and his eyes met with Draco's grey ones. the taller quickly looked away to the very interesting table under his elbows.

"sugar pie," a fake sweaty voice said from behind harry.

"ginny i sway to the bloody god, fuck off and leave me alone!!" he was'nt loud but everyone within 10 feet could hear.

the girl sat down next to the boy so loved so damn much, but he just didn't seem to feel the same now. "so my love what are we talking about?" she asked

"we were talking about how i am going to a new table," harry said standing up.

"then I'm going to sweat heart"

"no. you. are. not"

"why not?" she pouted

"Because I am going to sit with Draco and i don't think the Slytherins will be very welcoming to you"

"aww you care about me again"

"no, i just needed a reason for you to stay here" harry said is the most empty voice possible. he walked over the Draco -who's eyes were still down-.

standing behind the blonde harry put a hand on the other's sholder. "boo"

draco's life flashed before his eyes as he junped a bit and grabed his wand. "potah! y-you nearly gave me a heart attack."

a few months had past at this point and it was very oviuse what was going on between draco and harry. ginny, like the little fuck that i have made her out to be in the story, was ploting her reveng gainst the home wrecker and her ex boyfriend. a love potion, or two.

ne morning at brakefast, harry was sitting with draco at the grifendor table. they were flerting and not even keeping in private. "hello shit heads" ginny said sitting aross from the boy so that she could be with her brother, who was trying his hardest after the brake up to keep the peace. 

when both boys wernt looking (yes i know this is not a creative way of doing this) the girl pord love potions in their cups. harry got one with ginny as the trget and draco one for harry. if harry loves her then good but if draco loves harry and harry doesnt feel the same then draco with be a compeat mess. 

laughing at some joke draco had made, the brunnet took a sip of his dring, the blond followed queue.

minuts later

"harry, let's go somewhere without him" jinny said with descust on the word 'him' while grabing the now lovstruck boy.

"o-oh ok" he replyed with one of those slopy smiles.

(i might go back and fix this part but ply not)

D, sadly: where are you going?

H: with my girlfriend. where are you going malfoy, oh wait, your to dumb to do anything.

D: ??

H: im sorry but you bullyed me for so many fucking years and made my life hell, i made a commtment to jin and i love her"

J: you should go now, he doesnt like you and never did; no one likes you.

H: why would anyone ever want you around? your useless and deserve anything. your life was handed to you on a plate and you pretend like everyone will bow down to you like your the king of the world or some stupid shit like that.

J: all of that money and yet it wouldnt be a wast is ou just died.

draco was sobbing at this point (lets face it, jinny is the real villan in this story) "wait! dont go" he paused "what did you do to the nice harry i knew? what did i do wrong? please i love you harry." but honistly, the blond thought the same things they were saying, and maybe he would be beter off dead.

H: i love you jinny

and with that they left

draco wanted to hear those words so much, but not to that girl. no. notgirl, thing. that fucking thing. why did she get to hear it and smile back at him. and the fact that they think that his life was so good, they dont know about snape, or the things his father says. 

whould harry every love him again? or would it always be hatred? 

the blond caught up to the other two. (btw i know this isnt how it works in HP but in KMOMT, i want love potions to work like this) "harry, i... hear me out, i love you and i know you love me too. jinny has you under some sort of potion. theres something wrong with you." he pleaded.

"i dont know what your talking about, i love my girlfriend"

draco extended a hand to harry's cheak, it was quickly slaped away. "please just kiss me, it wount happen again. i promis. please. kiss me again. kiss me one more time"

blankly harry replyed "no" and they just walked away

(if you want a happy ending then: harry kisses draco and they fall in love again. if not then be prepared for what comes next)

 3 days latter

draco sat on his bed with tears running down his face, harry and jinny had just insulted him. "a-avada kadavra" he said softly

hewas later found by snape, who was angered and wanted to fuck the  boy for skiping class that day. inideatly he called in dumbledor who found that note.

it read:

ues, i killed my self. harry, jinny is doing something to you, don't let her keep poising you. i love you. and snape, why did you do that to me?  you beat me and raped me yet you never told me why. i think that everyone should know that you are a tarable person and deserve to be locked up. mother, im sorry and i love you

                                                                          -draco malfoy

the end

an: ok wow that took way longer than i thought it would but i hope you enjoyed

[bellesowl]

kiss and make up

- multiple characters 

⤷ atsumu, sakusa

genre: (an attempt at) angst to fluff ; established relationship, timeskip 

synopsis: in which you have an almost relationship-ending argument

word count: 2.1k total - about 1k each

warnings: fighting (obv), being called a burden, the boys are kinda mean but they make up for it i swear

- a/n: tbh i was kinda getting sick of writing just fluff so i wanted to spice it up a lil! if this sucks i’m probably going to stick to fluff fics but i think it should be fine? this one also only has 2 characs cause idk how i would be at writing angst LMAO if this does well enough i’ll post the one i have written w kuroo and iwa <3 but i feel like this kinda sucks so oh well

- thank u @kybabi for beta-ing <3

- miya atsumu

you n atsumu have been together since high school which is why you’ve always been inseparable

you went to the same college & moved in together right after, but once he got his job with the jackals, he insisted that you didn’t work and focused on getting your master’s degree

you reluctantly agreed, if only to be able finish & earn your phd soon after

because atsumu is always busy, it’s kinda become commonplace for you to do the chores around the house- like doing the laundry or washing the dishes or cooking dinner for him

but it’s gotten to the point where he expects it

atsumu sighs, unlocking the door to your shared apartment. today’s practice was rough, it was a day of hard conditioning and bad sets and he wanted nothing more than a good meal and to cuddle. the first thing he noticed when he walked in was the mess. instant ramen bowls were scattered everywhere, empty coke cans and dirty napkins were all over the floor, and there you were, in the eye of the hurricane. the second thing he noticed was that there was no homecooked meal.

surprised, he walks into the dining room to see you, furiously typing away at your laptop with four different books surrounding you. you hear his footsteps and look up.

“hey baby! how was practice?” you ask with a smile

atsumu grunts in reply and gestures toward the kitchen, “so.. what’s for dinner babe?”

your eyes widen, “oh shoot! i’m sorry, i was so busy studying for this final that i forgot to cook. do you mind-“ you stop when you see him roll his eyes and head out.

“um, where are you going? you just got home?” you ask, following him.

“out. i have to get food somehow” he replies, “especially because my useless s/o can’t cook a goddamn meal for me” he mutters under his breath

you stop in shock because did he really just say that?

“i’m sorry, i don’t think i heard you right.” you start but he interrupts you

“i said, i have to go get food because someone is too busy to cook a goddamn meal. what do you even do anyways- well, besides spend my money? the least you can do is cook for me, god.” he finally turns to look at you but he feels his heart stop at the look on your face.

not wanting to escalate the situation any further, you try to calm him down, “tsum, hey, i’m sorry i forgot to cook okay? this is my last final before the year ends and i just can’t afford to fail it, so i’ve been studying all day. if you come back to the kitchen, i’ll make you something, okay?”

“i don’t want to eat your half assed attempt at a meal, y/n. the whole point is that you couldn’t get off your ass for an hour to cook when i make the money, i paid for the apartment, hell, i’m even paying for your school! is it really too much to ask for you to stop being such a burden and cook and clean everyday?” he fumed.

you gape at him, shocked that he would even say that. to hell with not escalating things

“at least i want to do something more with my life than hit balls around and retire at 35” you hiss, “and i do everything in this house! i do the laundry, i clean the bathroom, i cook - i do all the things you refuse to. and do i complain? no. i offered to get a job but you refused.”

you turn around to grab your laptop and your textbooks, “just- just do whatever the hell you want to, atsumu.” and with that you walk out the door.

atsumu’s heart drops when he realizes that you actually left. sure, you’ve had arguments here and there, but you’ve never left. he pulls out his phone to call you when he sees you’ve left yours on the counter. knowing there’s nothing to do but wait at this point, he begins to clean up and calls osamu over.

-

it’s already 3 am when you walk back into your apartment, and you blink multiple times when you open the door. it’s ... clean? you’re sure it was a mess when you left, so how would it be clean? you sigh, too tired to think about it more and walk into the kitchen. your eyes widen at the sight. not only is your favorite food on the stove, but there your boyfriend is, asleep on the dining table. you smile slightly, well that explains things.

“ ‘’mu, hey, wake up babe.” you kiss him lightly and shake him.

he grunts and sits up, “baby! i’m so so sorry for what i said. you are in no way, shape, or form a burden, i have no clue why i said that. today’s practice was just really tiring, but i know i shouldn’t have taken it out on you. just please-” he sighs, “just please don’t leave me again.”

your heart breaks your teary eyed boyfriend. “shh, of course baby. i’ll never leave you again okay?” you say, tugging on his arm, “cmon babe, let’s go to bed, okay?”

“mm okay my love.” he replies and practically pulls you into bed. “i love you, okay?”

“i love you too baby.” you reply

“to the moon and back?” he asks

“yeah, and to infinity and beyond.” you reply, your lack of sleep hitting you hard

“oh, i didn’t know i was dating buzz lightyear”

you let out a loud laugh and just like that you both fall into the same routine, love radiating off both of you in waves.

- sakusa kiyoomi

dating sakusa was,, challenging

it definitely took him a while to get comfortable with you

so you guys have been dating for a couple years now, and at this point he’s def clingy

however there still moments when he reverts to his old self

this just happened to be one of those times

“OUT! AND JUST LIKE THAT, EJP RAIJIN TAKES THE WIN AGAINST THE BLACK JACKALS!”

the stadium is silent before the ejp cheering section erupts in cheers. you stay silent, watching your team below. you watch as sakusa stills, still in disbelief. you make your way down, practically sprinting to your boyfriend.

he sees you on the sideline and makes his way over to you. you put on your biggest smile and attempt to make him feel better.

“you did great, kiyo! you’ll get them next time, yeah?” you beam, knowing how hard he’s been training to beat his cousin

he eyes you warily, not knowing what to say.

usually, sakusa gets pretty clingy after games, so you you move to give him a hug.

“don’t touch me” he barked, jerking away from you. “if you hadn’t been distracting me, we would’ve won.”

you stare at him, refusing to let the tears flow. you both turn when you hear a certain setter yelling at the opposing middle and you sigh.

“um, okay then. i’ll see you at home, yeah?” you ask

sakusa merely nods and makes his way over to his teammates. you look around to see if anyone saw what just happened and you lock eyes with your boyfriend’s cousin, who walks over.

“congrats on the win komori! you guys did so well!” you cheered

“thanks, y/n! and i’m sorry about kiyoomi. i’m sure you know he gets that way sometimes.” he explains

you smile and shake your head, saying that you’re used to it and you both bid your farewells. as you walk out of the stadium, you think back to how your boyfriend, the one person you loved with everything you had in you, utterly embarrassed you in front of his whole team. before you know it, silent tears start streaming down your face. 

you enter your home and immediately rush to the bathroom. you draw yourself a bath and make some dinner while waiting. you assume that kiyoomi wouldn’t be home to have dinner with you anyways- and now that you think about it, you can’t remember the last time you had dinner together. after you finish your bath and eat your dinner, you decide to wait up for boyfriend and watch a couple episodes of your favorite show to pass the time. 

-

kiyoomi walks into his apartment at around 1 am, completely and utterly exhausted. he kicks his shoes off and drops his bag on the floor. The rustling rouses you from sleep and you sit up.

“hey kiyo” you say with a yawn, “where’ve you been all night?” 

sakusa ignores you in favor of getting ready for bed and you frown when he brushes past you. 

“kiyo, babe, what’s wrong? you’ve been ignoring me all night and i-” you start but he interrupts you before you can finish. 

“god, just shut up, y/n. can’t you tell i don’t want to talk to you right now? i’ve already had the worst day, i don’t need you making it any worse.” he snaps

"kiyoomi, look, i understand you’re upset but you shouldn’t take it out on me.” you reason, reaching out towards him, “listen, i’m here if you wanna-” 

“i said, do not touch me.” he seethes. “you are so fucking clingy y/n, lord, let me breathe a little.”

with those words, you explode. “you know what, sakusa,” he flinches when he hears his last name come out of your mouth, “i think i have the right to want to spend some time with my boyfriend! i haven’t seen you in god knows how long- you leave before i wake up and i fall asleep in an empty bed. i’ve been working my ass off to get some time off to watch your stupid volleyball game and what do you do? you embarrass me in front of your whole team!”

you sigh, wiping away the tears that continue that continue to fall. “listen, i don’t want to fight right now. i’m going to go stay at a friend’s house for the night, alright? i’ll see you tomorrow” you say, grabbing your purse. “if you’re even home tomorrow,” you add under your breath.

sakusa is in shock. the moment he saw your tears start to spill, he felt an undeniable and unrelenting ache in his chest that only seemed to grow with every work that came out of your mouth. and when the door shut? sakusa fell on his knees, his heart dropping. he truly couldn’t believe he said that to you. now all he had to do was wait till you got home.

-

2:38 pm - you check the time on your phone before pulling out your keys. you hope you made the right move, choosing to come back home while kiyoomi was still at practice. you open the door and the sight causes your eyes to widen.

there, on the couch with your favorite flowers in hand, is your boyfriend. he hears the door open and stands up abruptly.

“y/n, my love, i am so sorry. i truly cannot express how horrible i feel, and i cannot begin to understand how you feel.” he takes a deep breath, seemingly holding back tears. “i- i do love you. i love you more than i’ve ever loved anyone in my entire life. i know i’m not the best at expressing it, but you mean the world to me- no, you are my world. without you, i don’t know what i would do. so please-” his voice cracks, “just, please give me another chance?”

you run towards your boyfriend, practically tackling him. “kiyo, baby, of course. i love you too, you know? you just can’t do that anymore, yeah? you shouldn’t feel like you have the right to embarrass me just because you had a bad day. and please, don’t call me clingy? i know i do stick to you like glue sometimes, but that’s just because i never see you anymore.” you reply.

“that will all change, darling.” he answers sincerely, “i’ll make more time for you, i swear. in fact, i’ll take the week off, how does that sound?” at the sight of your smile, he relaxes.

“that sounds wonderful, yoomi.” you answer

sakusa feels the weight that’s been dragging him down lift and he realizes the effect you have on him- you’re his breath of fresh air. he also realizes how utterly idiotic it was to push away the one person who could make him feel better.

it’s fine, he reasons, he’ll just never make that mistake again. he swears it.

[taones]

not sure if this is where I should send requests but how about the reader having a bad day & how the sk8 to infinity comfort them? You can chose which characters to write for

warnings - mentions of being upset, fluff, adam plays with readers hair in his part (is in bold), adam written as an okay boyfriend

How They Comfort You After A Bad Day - Sk8 The Infinity

LANGA

- tries to understand why your day was bad and if he can do anything to fix it

- at first he doesn't quite understand that you don't want advice as much as comfort but once he gets it then he's really good at it

- he can be fairly touchy in general but when you're upset, he holds you just that little bit closer to him

- puts on some soft music n just sways with you until the tears stop and you're starting to calm down

- honestly? his comfort comes in the form of cuddles and a nap

- maybe a movie if it's too early for a nap (but you'll probably fall asleep anyways to be fair)

- you end up laying almost on him and him rubbing circles on your back, telling you about his day or a new skating trick to try and cheer you up

- lots of kisses, like so many

- what can he say, he enjoys kissing you and if it stops you worrying about your day then he is willing to make that sacrifice

REKI

- he is a mess to be honest, the prospect of you being upset it daunting to him

- don’t get me wrong, he is amazing at comforting you but you can tell how nervous he is the first few times

- he's never been the most apt listener in the world but he is good at it specifically for these situations

- because he's a simp but don't call him out cause he'll deny it with every bone in his body

- kinda has to ask his mum what to do because he's a little clueless but absolutely takes what she says to heart

- buys all your favourite junk food on the way to your house and then takes you out to cheer you up

- nothing like midnight mcdonalds with reki

- he tries his best to take you out and do things he knows will cheer you up, even if that means watching your oh-so cool boyfriend fall of his skateboard and eat shit on the floor

SHADOW

- please it would absolutely break his heart to see you upset

- does everything he can think of to make you feel better

- mainly things you've enjoyed in the past like buying you flowers, movie nights and bringing you food back from Joe's

- makes sure to compliment you extra hard the moment he notices your mood souring

- in general, he is such a sweet force to be around if you’re upset because it’s so obvious how much he cares about you and settling your mind down

- even if it’s out of his comfort zone, he knows yours so well and will do anything to keep a smile on your face

CHERRY

- immediately one of my best recommendations to go to when you're having a bad day

- simply because he just has such a calm aura and i such a good listener

- in a way that makes you feel listened to but also like you can say whatever you want

- will take you to get food or something once you've calmed down and ill either sit in silence with you or listen to you rant

- chances are, he's not one for trying to make you giggle but that's not always what you need

- he is such a calming force and even the feeling of his hands rubbing up and down your shoulder can make the stress of the day melt away

- if you end up crying, 10/10 will just cuddle you into his shoulder and hum until you feel better

- won't say a word past small comforting phrases until you're done crying and then he'll ask if you need anything

- most f the time it just ends with you curled under his arm in your bed, him cuddling away your bad day

KOJIRO

- I’m gonna go out on a limb here and say he might maybe cook you comfort food, who knows why?

- jkjk but seriously, this man has mastered every love language in the book and he knows which ones you react to best in whatever situations

- and he is so good at reading your emotions too, that the moment you walk in he knows exactly what kind of mood your in and starts trying his best to comfort you from the get go

- queue a smile and a ‘hi gorgeous, how was your day?’ Accompanied with a hug because he can tell you need it

- leads you to the sofa so you can cuddle into his side while you tell him about your day, making sure to keep his tension on you at all times to show you he cares

- is the most sympathetic person, wiping away your tears n whispering ‘don’t cry baby, you’re home now right?’

- will sit you at the kitchen table while he cooks so he can keep and eye on you and give you kisses between adding spices to the dish

- runs you a hot bath while you rest from eating only to bring you candles and a fancy bath bomb from the bathroom so you can pick which one to use

- spoils you completely and then cuddles you to sleep afterwards 🥺

ADAM

- dramatic asshole

- seriously, he takes your bad days as like a personal offense from the universe because how dare something negative happen to his love

- twirls you around as soon as you get in the door, pulling you close and whispering 'what's got my little love so upset hmm?'

- has a weird way of showing it but is genuinely concerned about you

- but, obviously, ainosuke can't get too open about his feelings, comforting you is about as open as he goes

- gets your favourite food made by his chefs or delivered to his house and has it brought up to his bedroom

- where you two are curled up under mountains of pillows, you curled up on his chest

- if he is able to, he loves messing with your hair to calm you down, threading it through his fingers and scratching at your scalp

- will literally spoon feed you if he needs to, doesn't want his prince/princess getting too tired now

- one of the few times ainosuke is actually cute

Thank you for reading!

Reblogs are appreciated, for every reblog you will receive a itty bitty smooch for your efforts

I’m not gonna use my normal taglist for this but the sk8 taglist is open if you would like to be added!

[bubblegumbeech]

An Empty Nest

Day 2: Marvel

“Since when were you into Egyptian mythology?” Sam asked, climbing out of the Specter Speeder and looking around. 

Danny climbed out right after her, eager. “Since I met Pandora and she started teaching me about the different myths.” He helped Tucker down, since he refused to drop his PDA, or even put it into his pocket. 

“You could always ask me, you know,” he grumbled, typing something complicated and then shaking his head. “I was a Pharaoh once.”

“Oh please Tucker, you have like, maybe ten minutes of random memories you unlocked with a magic scepter.” Sam rolled her eyes. “And ten minutes does not a Pharoah make.” 

Tucker frowned, finally putting his PDA away once he was finished doing whatever (probably admittedly important) thing he was doing.

Danny was still marking his map, comparing it to the designs and moving images of the infinity map they had used to bring them here. It was… quite a bit further away than he’d been expecting. And the area was almost as mix matched and jumbled as the barrens and their surrounding mess. 

“I didn’t say I was still a Pharaoh. I said I  was one. You’re just jealous-“

“Stop bickering,  please. ” Danny finally folded up his map and sent a mild glare back towards his two best friends. “Tucker, the reason I didn’t go to you is cause I’m not actually interested in the Ancient Egypt stuff.”

“Oh,” Tucker deflated. 

Sam looked around before turning back to Danny with one eyebrow raised. “Then why exactly are we here?”

She sounded skeptical and Danny didn’t really blame her. They were in a part of the Zone they hadn’t been to before, (which, frankly was most of the Zone the natives called it the Infinite Realms for a reason) and it was covered in rolling sands and decaying limestone structures that mostly resembled ancient Egyptian works. Though many were unrecognizable to Danny, it wasn’t like they’re the only mortal realm with an Egypt.

“We are here,” Danny smiled, “because this is where the map says Khonshu’s Lair is. And  Khonshu  is the Ancient Egyptian God of the  Moon .”

There was a snort, and Danny put a hand to his heart in mock offense. 

“Of course,” Sam concedes, “why would we have ever thought otherwise. Please proceed, we wouldn't want to keep you from anything  space  related now would we?”

Danny stuck out his tongue as Tucker chuckled. “You’re just jealous.”

“Terribly.”

It wasn’t far to Khonshu’s lair from where they parked, but…

There was something wrong. It felt dead. And not in the obviously a ghost-dead way but in a there’s nothing here and there hasn’t been anything here for a long, long time. Danny shivered. 

According to ghost etiquette, entering someone’s lair without permission was incredibly insulting, and the last thing Danny wanted to do was insult the guy he was so excited to meet. But he didn’t like the feeling he got here. Like someone had reached into this part of the Zone and carved it out, leaving it empty and barren. 

He would have knocked, but this lair lacked a door. Instead there was a grand entrance surrounded on both sides by large statues of similar looking warriors with their faces covered. Or maybe just faded with time. 

“Hello?” he called out, looking for any sign that something could be here, maybe just around the corner.

Tucker stepped closer to him, their shoulders brushing. “Dude, I do  not  like it here.”

Sam nodded, her hand reaching up to dust off a relief carved onto the wall. “Something’s wrong. A ghost this powerful? There’s no way he wouldn’t affect his surroundings, especially his own Lair. Clockwork’s Lair is always doing something or another, and Pariah’s keep was still active even when he was asleep.”

That’s pretty much exactly what Danny had been afraid of. 

But what could have happened to a ghost like Khonshu? Was it the Observants? No. Danny shook his head, he couldn’t blame everything on those slimy eyeballs. Even if he really wanted to. Something probably happened with the other Egyptian Gods. Something that left this entire part of the Zone fragile. 

There was a zing across Danny’s senses and he raced to follow it. His friends right behind him with complementary shouts of “really Danny?” and “Oh come on!”

He ended up in a large chamber. Most of the far wall taken over by a large, looming statue that actually felt like  something  compared to the looming emptiness he’d started to get used to. 

There was a person too, sitting on the edge of an open sarcophagus and looking up at the face of the statue. Or maybe he was staring at the window behind it, where the moonlight leaked in. 

Danny coughed awkwardly. “Uh hi?”

The man turned and looked vaguely confused for a second before shaking his head and mumbling something under his breath. 

It sounded kind of like “another one?” Or maybe “that’s a new one.” Danny wasn’t sure.

“Are you Khonshu?” he asked, trying to get the man’s attention back. 

He shook his head. “I’m Marc. The fist.”

That… made no sense. Danny tried to share an awkward look with his friends but they hadn’t actually caught up to him yet. Whoops. 

This guy couldn’t be human right, his eyes were glowing after all. Maybe if he could get more than three words out of him Danny could find out what happened here. 

“Do you know where he is then?”

“He’s here.”

Danny looked around growing more and more confused. “Where?”

“Through me” 

… “Because you’re his fist?” Danny guessed. The man actually smiled. 

“Now you’re getting it.” 

There’s was a loud clattering from the chamber entrance and Danny and the man, Marc, both looked up to see his friends stumbling in. Tucker was almost fully bent over, one arm grabbing loosely at Sam as she kept him from falling. He probably shouldn’t have left them behind like that. 

“Who are you?” Marc finally asked when Danny turned back around. His gaze had grown more suspicious, less open and accepting. More threatening. 

“Uh, I’m Phantom. These are my friends.” Said friends both waved, one with more enthusiasm than the other. Then again it was kind of hard to wave when you were gasping for breath in a place that didn’t actually have air. 

“Phantom…” Marc frowned, then his eyes flicked to the side, looking at nothing. “You’re a Ghost?”

Duh? “Yes.”

“… a night traveler?” 

“It’s not night now?”

Marc smirked. “It’s always night here.”

“Are you the riddle or something we have to get through to meet Khonshu?” Danny asked, his patience finally snapping. 

Instead of getting offended or anything, Marc just tilted his head and nodded. “Sure, it’s something like that. Why do you need to see Khonshu?”

Danny hadn’t expected that easy a reply, especially after all the cryptic almost Clockwork levels of bullshit from earlier. 

“I… uh well, it isn’t that we  need  to per say-“ Sam interrupted him with a snort and Danny had to fight back a blush. He wasn’t expecting to have to explain himself to a stranger! The Moon God would understand right? His obsession probably had to do with space too!

“He wants to learn more about the moon. He missed his calling as an astronaut.” 

Danny blushed harder. His face was probably a solid green at this point. “I wanted to talk about the moon, with the Moon god.”

There was a beat of silence. Then a soft almost unbelieving chuckle before Marc was curling in on himself and fully laughing. It took a moment before he could straighten up again and he looked younger, less burdened. His eyes weren’t as bright.

“You know? I think your the first person to seek out Khonshu who actually cares about the physical moon. It’s mostly vengeance and time travel with him.”

Oh right, he had those aspects too. Actually hadn’t Khonshu had something like five main aspects? Wasn’t healing one of them? Maybe he was the God of the Moon in a more literary metaphorical sense and Danny had just wasted all their time. 

“I uh, have other options for that.”

“Of course you do,” Marc was shaking his head, a soft smile still on his face. He looked over to the corner again, before meeting Danny’s eyes. “How did you get here anyways?”

“There’s no door,” Tucker helpfully supplied. 

Danny rushed to explain, “He means we were just traveling the ghost zone when we came across Khonshu’s lair. It looked” he tried to find a word that wasn’t ‘dead’ “empty so we wandered in to see if he was here.”

“There’s usually better defenses than that. I must be slipping.” Marc finally stood up and the entire room seemed to shift with his movement. Like sand being blown over gently by wind. “It’s a little concerning that someone can just wander into my head like this.”

“Into your head?” Danny’s eyes followed Marc as he walked towards the large statue, pulling a white cloth off its shoulders and wrapping it around himself. He transformed at the touch of the cloth, losing the visage of his humanity and molding into a similar visage to the statues lined up outside. 

Their surroundings buzzed, a sleepy wakefulness like the entire lair was just waking up from a nap that had gone on for a little too long. 

“You’re inside my mind right now, that’s where all of this is located,” Marc explained, waving a hand around them. His voice was a touch smoother now. Still gruff but not as offbeat or stilted. 

“No, this is Khonshu’s Lair… In the Infinite Realms.” Danny didn’t really know what was going on with this guy anymore. To be fair it wasn’t as if he really knew what was going on before, but every time he explained something Danny only got more confused.

Marc shrugged, his face completely hidden now behind a pure white cowl. Only the glow of his eyes remained. “Same thing. My mind, his lair. Me, him. The lines start to blur.”

“So where’s Khonshu?” Tucker asked.

“He’s here.”

Danny looked around, growing more and more confused. Maybe he should give the cryptic weirdo award he’d been saving for Clockwork to this guy instead. Was it a time-ghost thing? “Where?”

“Through me.”

Not bothering to elaborate further, Marc walked out of the tomb and the trio followed. They watched as he walked through the lair, bringing energy and power back to it. Making it breathe again. The unnatural stillness from before was being delicately brushed away and the lair was finally starting to feel like a lair again. 

Eventually they made it back to the entrance, surrounded on both sides by the statues warriors and with a wave of Marc’s hand those too were brought to life. 

“There. That should stop any future intruders,” Marc muttered. He turned back to the trio and Danny thought he saw, for a moment at his shoulder, something else. Something ancient, made from bones and moonlight. But it was gone as soon as he blinked. 

A trick of the light perhaps. 

“Thank you for the warning. It was nice,” Marc said, lowering the cowl and looking at him with moon bright eyes, “to see someone here with such an innocent desire.”

Danny nodded awkwardly, wondering what kind of weirdos Marc had been dealing with before him that three teenagers accidentally intruding in his lair was a highlight. 

Because that’s what Danny was starting to realize with all Marc’s cryptic talk and magic looking aura. 

This was  his  lair as much as it was Khonshu’s as much as it was moonlight and ages past. It made sense to compare it to the inside of his own head, what was a lair if not an extension of self after all? 

A hand landed on Danny’s head and ruffled his hair. Marc started walking back inside. “You can come visit. But knock next time okay?”

“Hey wait,” Danny called out and Marc turned back around, a soft tilt to his head as he waited for Danny to speak.

“Did you do all of this for us? You could have just shut the door and called it good. Why go through the trouble?” It had to have cost a lot of energy to revive something as vast as this. 

Marc nodded a bit awkwardly, turning to look away from the trio and up towards the moon. There was always a moon, in this part of the realms. 

“I could see the stars in your eyes,” he said cryptically. Then he walked inside and that was that.

Danny hadn’t even gotten to ask anything about the moon.

[vitchimage]

°⋆｡˚ 𝘠𝘖𝘜𝘙𝘚 ⋆

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>Pairings: Kay/o xreader

>Type: Fanfic/smal drabble, hurt/comfort, angst, fluff

>Warning: Mention of abandonment issues

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Insecurities eats everyone alive, engulf, consumes until there is nothing left.

She knew it. He knew it, they knew it.

And the feeling of their relationship was falling apart, added more to the cherries on top.

“Look at me," A voice so soft, “Y/N look at me."

She finally turns, eyes puffed red, looking like mess.

They're a mess.

"I know that you're a mess, that you're ugly, but so am I, and you know that don't you?" he wiped the tears away,

"But, despite that, I love you, I love those parts of you, I love the part of you that's also beautiful, that always makes me feel something different, something special. And I could never grow tired of it. Despite, what they call 'honeymoon phase' is over. I love all of you, each side, each of you, and always will."

And maybe it was his fault for not noticing when her abandonment issues had spiraled deeper, and everything was slowly consuming her alive as he was away, busy with all the missions, the training, the working.

Days and nights that passed by, and all what was said "Bye, have a good day." to empty beds, to empty goodnight.

And the kisses on the cheeks, the small adorable sticky notes, the quality time together, whether it was causing trouble or relaxing, they all suddenly vanished like a morning fog.

Left of what is was of the past — leaving only a plain of emptiness of each side.

And when it came, she felt no longer loved, that maybe he had grown tired, maybe he found someone else and he would soon leave her. And maybe after days, weeks, months, of this, she finally decided to confront him. In the plans of ending it.

But, when she stood before him a moment ago, no words came out. A hicc, a sob, and finally tears spilled. Leaving her unabled to speak a single words.

Cause her love was infinity, just like his.

But, she didn't need to speak. Cause he knew.

Deepest inside, he knew.

But, he didn't want to let her go.

"Please don't let me go,"

A desperation from his side.

"Kay/o..." her angelic voice came out so weak.

"I'm not leaving you. I won't abandon you all alone. You're mine and I'm yours. And I want to stay yours."

Another desperation from his side,

"I don't want to loose you, we can fix this.

— Us, together."

Time stilled and her heart was beating to his words.

"If I give us another chance like you do, are we be able to prove it?"

"Me and you? Yes."

She let's out a shaky breath for a moment, thinking things through.

"I love you, please let me stay as yours."

She finally spoke up, her glossy eyes looks at him.

"If I can stay as yours aswell, if you allow me to love you just like how you love me, just how my love for you is infinity."

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[myrulia]

About the Kokushibou x Muzan little sister ask can I get prompt 8 please 😅 sorry for the inconvenience.

.｡.:*✧Prompt 8: "It feels right, promise I don't mind."

.｡.:*✧Warnings: Slight sexual tension

╰╴⇢｡.:*✧A/N: If an appearance/personality is made evident, then it is because you are related to Muzan.

`` [Y/N], my beloved sister, have you considered ever finding a suitable partner such as I did? ``

Your elder brother, Lord Kibutsuji Muzan, spoke as you both were seated in one of the many rooms of the Infinity Castle that was well away from everyone else since your discussion held private matters. 

`` Brother, you made your past wives go insane, and the one you have now is a fake. So therefore, it does not count. ``

Muzan let out a huff of annoyance at the same time you did, the habit being something you both inherited unfortunately which led to the Upper Moon Two to tease you about, which led to him becoming disciplined right after.

`` That is not the point. [Y/N], I do not want you to be alone- ``

`` But I'm not alone, I have you and the other Upper Moons..- ``

`` Ah yes, the Upper Moons you say? ``

There was a glint of mischievousness in Muzan's eyes that you became all too accustomed with, knowing he was coming up with a great plan that you know utterly nothing about. Truth be told, finding a partner would not seem like the worst thing, but your stubbornness has stopped you from giving into your older brother's wishes.

`` Since you brought up the Upper Moons, I'll start from there. ``

You quirked a brow up in response to his choice of words, crossing your arms habitually and holding the same accursed scowl Muzan would also make during his meetings.

`` Why don't you get to know them, `` he started, referring to the higher ranks. `` The Upper Three ranks would make suitable partners and would have no trouble protecting you when I am absent. ``

You sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose trying to see a somewhat decent future with any of them. Sure, the idea had its pros, but far too many cons, especially with Douma. He was tall and handsome, sure, but had little to no emotions whatsoever and was too much of a masochist for you to handle.

Then there is Akaza. He was respectful to women and you actually found that trait attractive, but he was too focused on becoming strong and probably would not even give you the attention you would need.

Lastly, Kokushibou. An even taller demon who was quiet, well reserved, and surprisingly good looking despite having three sets of eyes. For once, you did not know the male's motives due to his nature, which allured you to him further. You have tried to strike up a conversation but he was quick to end it and would disappear somewhere else in the Castle.

`` Muzan, I would never consider Douma suitable, Akaza is a 50/50 chance, but Kokushibou- well..- ``

`` Well? ``

You wanted to voice out your opinion of the Upper Moon One to your brother, but knowing him, he would rat you out instantly just so that your relationship with him would get a move on so he can be satisfied.

`` Actually, nevermind, I'll take some time to think about it brother. ``

You got up from your chair and exited from the large room, jumping from the balcony and onto another platform. You repeated this process until you were well away from Muzan's quarters.

You were not even set on a destination, you just wanted to clear your head of his desire to find you a future husband. The idea was not a bad one, in fact it was a smart move in the first place, but it felt forced and not genuine to have to pick based off your brother telling you to.

You were so lost in your thoughts that you did not notice the large figure just in front of you, and before you knew it, you bumped right into the figure's back, causing it to fall over with you on top. 

`` Who- ``

`` I apologize! `` You blurted out before the voice could finish. `` I was not looking where I was going and ended up tumbling onto you so I'm sorry. ``

You quickly got off of the large figure who also stood up and adjusted his hakama accordingly that got slightly messed up in the fall. Once the figure is turned around, you are met with 3 pairs of eyes glaring down at your shorter form. It was none other than Kokushibou, or better known as the Upper Rank One based on the kanji in his eyes. You look stunned as you take in his appearance. You expected a much more piercing gaze due to him usually having one, but instead of that, his face was more relaxed and dare I say neutral.

`` There is no need princess, `` the male said as he bowed in respect, not daring to leave unless you order for him to do so. The demons that lurked around the Castle were ordered by your high and mighty older brother to refer to you as "Princess" since he deems himself as the king. You objected of course, but in this moment you had no ounce of rejection to give. Usually you would dismiss the demons that call you such a thing, but it felt different with Kokushibou.

`` Still I bumped into yo- nevermind. Kokushibou I can trust you right? ``

Your question came out of the blue for the demon. Why were you suddenly asking if you can trust a man like him? Of course he did devote his life to both you and Muzan but his inner feelings and self doubt block himself from doing so fully. You always made things difficult for him.

`` Yes, you can entrust me with your life. ``

`` Are you only saying that because my brother told you to, or are you genuine? ``

The demon was rather taken aback by your bold choice of words, his eyes slightly enlarging before going back to a neutral expression. He tilted his head to the side ever so slightly, confusion taking over his features.

`` Why would I not want to protect someone dear to me? ``

You took a singular step back, desperately fighting the heat rushing to your cheeks and so to not embarrass yourself in front of him you covered the bottom half of your face and feigning a look of pondering. 

`` If you are genuine as you claim to be, then I shall tell you. Muzan wants me to find a suitable partner. ``

You were blunt yet again, believing that sugarcoating information only draws away time that could be spent doing something much more worthwhile. You removed your hand from your face, now holding a stern look with the much taller Upper Moon whose expression has shifted. A visible vein was pulsing on his neck that you learned was due to annoyance.

`` Have you found anyone? `` Kokushibou said with no clear indication of aggravation, but you knew of the male's habits from the years that you have you have to learn of the Upper ranks and their habits. You stepped closer towards him until your chest dangerously brushed against his, your hand reaching up to his hand and grabbing it gently. Kokushibou tensed up at the feeling of your soft hand being interlocked with his, so much so that he could not take his eyes off of your enticing ones. 

`` Yes. You. ``

You stood on your tippy toes just to move closer to his face. His height may have been an obstacle but you succeeded, leaving the demon to be well enough flustered for it to be noticeable. Your little manipulative tactics resembled those of Muzan's, you are siblings after all. You tugged your hand away from his, sliding it up his forearm ever so slowly and to his chest, resting there and not daring to break the eye contact you have built.

`` Even though I am directly blood related to Muzan, would you be willing to be my partner and love me for who I am instead of who I am related to? ``

Kokushibou was well aware of what you meant with those words, after all he himself is very intelligent and could see through your advances. But even so, he found himself falling for them time and time again. You could simply be doing your hair and his mind would wander to how your raven locks would feel in between his fingers. With you being his Lord's younger sister, he thought it would be practically sinning to think of you in such ways, but now that the opportunity presented itself, he would not let it slip from his grasp.

`` It feels right, promise I don't mind. ``

`` That's all I needed to hear from you Kokushibou. `` 

It took one small lean forward for your lips to land on his. Kokushibou instinctively returned the kiss as if he was programed to do so, except it was his full will driving him forward to finally have you as his own. To be able to have you by his side was almost a dream come true for him without even realizing it. Demons are essentially deprived of any real feeling so to have you return his feelings of infatuation fed into his desire all the same.

Although before the kiss could turn into a much more scandalous one, you retracted, but cupped his face in your hands.

`` Would He approve of this? `` Kokushibou asked whilst peering into your enchanting eyes again. His hands had moved to your waist but were quickly removed after the kiss, his own fears blocking him from allowing himself to submit to your enticing touch.

`` I don't need his approval, I am my own person who can make her own decisions. But, it was his idea so there is no need to worry. ``

`` That is all I needed to hear. ``

Kokushibou was the one who leaned forward this time, but before your lips could connect, he went to your neck and bit on your skin harshly which was bound to leave a mark. You gripped at his hair and tugged him away from your neck after you let out a small whine since your greed was increasing.

`` I am simply marking what is mine now, isn't that right, Princess? ``

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[ekaterinatepes]

Nothing but the Best

Author’s note: it’s getting interesting here ;) enter prince charming Sugu-kun to save the day.

IX.

https://youtu.be/uhoiqVPmURE

Satoru was afraid of making a move, least he tipped you over the edge and made you bolt; he didn’t want that. Swallowing hard he looked into your eyes… God… he had missed your beautiful E/C eyes so much. Waking up every morning without you by his side, without you kissing him awake cause he was going to be late for work… again. Your absence had left a literal infinite void in his heart that he was unable to fill.

“I know I don’t deserve anything from you Y/N, but I love you and I cannot give up on us… We said forever when we got married. And I want that… with you” speaking from the heart was not something Satoru ever did. He always preferred to cover any emotions with inappropriate jokes and double entendres. But he knew he couldn’t play his stupid games, not with you and most certainly not now.

You pulled away in that moment, as if his touch was burning you. He allowed it, doing his utmost effort not to pull you back in. His hands itched resting at his sides, missing the warmth of your body.

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It was you and me, it seemed to last forever

The way you taste and I still remember… the sounds we made.

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“It would have been nice if you felt that way before you decided to ruin this marriage. Where were those promises of forever when you fucked someone else?” You asked piercing his eyes with yours. He cowered under your glare. Satoru had never been on the receiving end of your wrath and now he understood why most people chose (wisely) to not mess with you. Every single one of your words was chosen carefully to cause the most damage. At the same time… what hurt the most was that you were right.

“Leave and don’t ever come back… you and I… are through…” Satoru noticed how you avoided calling him by his name, he hated it. As if uttering his name would leave a bad taste in your mouth “Y/N…” he whispered pleadingly when you took another step away. But this time he didn’t have the courage to stop you as you disappeared inside your apartment and locked the door behind you.

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I bet you wish you had me back! Another chance to gain it, just like that. The best you ever had.

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Satoru was fucked.

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The next morning Suguru’s plane landed. JFK international airport was as busy and chaotic as one would expect. After collecting his luggage he made his way to a cab giving the driver your current address.

He hadn’t been able to sleep a wink during the trip, his mind swarmed with all the possibilities of what could be happening right now. Satoru didn’t play fair and of course… you loved (probably still love) the lucky bastard.

With a sigh he decided to focus instead on the city going by through the cab’s windows. It wasn’t the first time he was in New York and his mind was much more occupied torturing him instead of appreciating the landscape.

After 40 minutes, Geto stood before a very nice and modern building located in the upper east side called Hawthorn Park. You sure knew how to live in luxury. He approached the doorman and let him know his name and that he was here to see Miss Ekaterina Petrova to which the kind looking old man responded by using his intercom to contact you. Geto was soon granted access and guided to the elevator.

The elevator doors opened on the 21st floor, he walked to the door of your apartment which was already open and you were waiting for him. His smile fell once he noticed you have been crying “oh Kitten” dropping his luggage on the spot he surrounded your body in his arms “I’m so sorry…” one didn’t need to be a genius to know Satoru had found you.

You both moved inside your apartment. Settling on the spacious couch you buried your face on Suguru’s lap as you cried. He stroked your now darker strands of h/c hair without a word exchanged. He knew you needed to let it all out. After what seemed an eternity you sat back up. Suguru gently dried your eyes.

“He was here last night…” you whispered in a raw and scratchy voice, result of your endless hours of distress before his arrival “he told me he loved me, that he left Sookie” scoff “and hear this… he left her because the baby wasn’t his!” Talk about karma at its best. Suguru already knew that but he was surprised to hear Satoru had come clean about it to you “He probably thought I would fall for that! But I didn’t” you added firmly.

Suguru was proud of you. He knew how hard it was for you to resist Satoru but you stood tall and proud when it mattered the most. “What do you want to do now?” Where you planning on moving again?

-

“I’m not leaving…” you said looking into Suguru’s liquid amber gaze. You couldn’t help but notice once again he had such pretty eyes, like a cat. You’ve always liked them, specially when they looked at you with such tenderness. You have missed him dearly during all this time.

“I can’t keep running away from him; I mean… it’s obvious he won’t stop and I… I am tired of molding my life to adapt to his whims. I’m staying here whatever happens. Sugu… I got the part for the Swan Lake!” You added remembering you haven’t talked to him during the last week and so he didn’t know about your latest accomplishment.

Geto’s eyes enlarged before a huge smile split his handsome face and his massive frame engulfed you in a tight hug. Of course he knew everything about ballet, he was your best friend after all. This was huge! Probably as big as making it in the ballet world meant “I’m so proud of you Kitten!” He said excitedly kissing your temple. Maybe not everything was as bad as he thought.

You were upset, it was true. But then again you were not prepared last night. Satoru had taken you by surprise. Now… you knew he was here and more or less knew what to expect from your soon to be ex-husband.

“Thank you Sugu…” you stopped and pulled back just slightly to look into his eyes from your height. He was a very tall man compared to you “I missed you” you said with a bright smile to which Geto replied with one of his own before pulling you in again for another hug “I missed you too Kitten” stroking your back softly Suguru decided he was happy to be here… with you.

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https://youtu.be/3oSXqLgoSq4

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She's given up, been holding on for way too long

She's had enough

He's coming home again

But it's too late 'cause she won't stay with him

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The sunshine hitting his face was what woke him up. With a grunt Satoru rolled over on his side only to fall unceremoniously from the couch where he had passed out last night. The last thing he remembered was warping back to his hotel after you left him on the roof. The memory of you, turning your back on him and walking away squeezed his heart in a painful grasp.

Alcohol was never something he was attracted to, he liked to keep his brain constantly alert and stimulated. It served a purpose of course, it kept his infinity barrier on at all times, even when he was asleep. But last night he hit rock bottom. He didn’t care anymore…

As soon as he got back to the hotel, hopelessness made a home in his chest, sitting heavy on his heart. Walking to the fully stocked bar placed on the corner of his suite he opened a bottle of whiskey. He started slow since most everything was too bitter for his taste, so he went through the process of trying every single bottle until he found something to his liking.

Two hours and about fifteen different shots of everything he decided to settle for a bottle of Amaretto, some fancy Italian liquor made of apricot kernels. It was sweet.

Everything else after that was blur. Moving his sore body from the floor he forced himself to go to the bathroom. Maybe a hot shower would help ease his misery. Peeling off his clothes the smell of booze clinging on them made Gojo cringe. He decided to brush his teeth before showering. Looking in the mirror he couldn’t recognize the man starring back at him. He was a mess.

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Are we just ghosts out in the night?

Are we just waiting for a light that doesn't shine?

Are we just faking or is this real?

'Cause I don't know how to feel

Are we just ghosts now, you and I?

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Last night he had been so desperate, so hopeless and broken hearted. That’s when it hit him… his wife didn’t hurt him, she didn’t cheat on him (unlike himself), she didn’t do anything to him and yet he was feeling as if the world was collapsing around him. He lied, cheated and fucked up everything for them both.

Guilt…

Unadulterated, burning and suffocating guilt was consuming him. He felt bad before but it wasn’t until last night that he grasped the concept that Y/N didn’t owe him anything at all and that HE didn’t deserve it anyways.

The plan originally had been to get back in your good graces by doing penitence, submitting to your every whim and desire by becoming your devoted slave for as long as you would have it. He never even considered the possibility that his wife DID NOT WANT to forgive him in the first place.

He thought you left to give him a lesson, that you would eventually come back to him after he had a taste of what it was like to lose you.

But even after you both shared such a searing kiss, so passionate that every cell in his body was humming, aflame with desire you still managed to walk away from him as if it meant nothing to you.

What good did it do to him to be the strongest when he couldn’t even protect his wife… from himself.

After showering, changing clothes and ordering every sweet pastry and desert from the room service menu Gojo stopped to rethink his strategy.

What?…

Did you think he was going to stop there?

Absolutely no, love!

If anything, your rejection had only fueled his need to get you back.

“Time for plan B” sighing he pulled out his phone it rang a couple times before someone answered “good morning Mrs. Mazzo, this is Gojo Satoru. I’m going to need you to forward to me Miss Petrova’s rehearsal schedule…”

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“This is really good!” You hummed happily after swallowing a bite of your steak. Suguru sat across from you at Keens Steakhouse, with a grin he watched as you indulged yourself in what you called your ‘cheat meal’ of the month. Being a professional ballerina was a tough and demanding commitment that controlled every aspect of your life, from how you train to what you eat. Despite it all, Geto knew you always found a happy balance that worked just fine for you.

Seeing your big smile made his heart jump in his chest, you were as beautiful and alluring as the day he met you. If only he had told you he liked you before Satoru did. This question kept him up at night, playing all sorts of scenarios in his mind. If he had taken the first step… would things have been different? Would you have ended up together? Married? Shaking his head he tried to focus on what you were actually saying. Deviating his thoughts to that kind of scenarios was dangerous. He also didn’t want to push it when he was perfectly aware you were still healing; he wasn’t a low life piece of shit to take advantage of your vulnerability.

But when you smiles at him as if he was the only thing in your world, when you held his hand across the table, playing with his finger, his throat felt dry and tight.

“What do you think Sugu?” Your curious and expecting eyes caught him like a deer in the headlights “I’m sorry Kitten, I was distracted. Could you repeat that please?” He asked with an affable smile.

You chuckled and stroke his hand softly “you look tired, did you sleep at all in the plane?” He shook his head “no, I didn’t. I never can, it’s uncomfortable” he hid on purpose the true reason why he hadn’t been able to sleep “come on Sugu! Let’s go back home! I bet you are tired” you said offering him a sweet smile.

After paying your bill you walked the few blocks back home. Suguru of course would be staying with you in the spare room of your penthouse. Holding hands while you talked to him about the activities the city had to offer, your schedule and how you intended to fit the time to do some tourism with him. “You don’t have to bother Kitten, I know you are busy enough with your job, I will be fine” he insisted.

You stopped on your tracks and stood in front of him, pouting, making him chuckle. You looked every bit the kitten he knew you to be, all bothered and moody “no! I want to spend time with you too you know! I haven’t seen you in so long! I’m not going to waste this chance!” You insisted to which Suguru threw his hands up in the air “I surrender Kitten! Do with me as you will” you giggled and then blushed. “Uh… eh… ok! I will!” He took your hand again and you both resumed your walk.

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Satoru warped to the roof top of the building adjacent to yours, the lights were out in your apartment and he couldn’t sense your presence inside. You left? Where did you go?

Before a second though he warped inside your apartment but he saw all your stuff was still there, maybe you went out for groceries or something?

After a few minutes sitting on your couch he decided to wait for you on the street so he could see when you got home.

(Almost an hour later)

Oh… he wasn’t ready for what he saw.

“That mother fu….” Satoru grinds his teeth watching you walk down the street holding onto Suguru’s hand while talking distractedly. From his hiding spot in front of your building he closed his hands in a tight fist.

Well, this complicated things… a lot more.

————-> Chapter 10

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[hyunjilicious]

What about filming with Seb for the avengers? 🥺

This contains mentions of smutty times but I don't think it needs any warnings? Other than shitty writing lmao!!

Ok, ok, hear me out. You had been on the cast for quite a long while, maybe something like ever since The Winter Soldier or Iron-man 2, so you obviously knew your way around and how everything works. Even though everyone was always a bit on edge when it came to the fate of their character, only a few days were left until wrapping up Infinity War, so you were pretty confident everything would be fine.

One day, when you got to set, a little bit later than usual, the first thing you did was say your hellos and head for the makeup trailer. You had Lizzie on your right, her eyes barely managing to stay open as two pairs of delicate hands worked on styling her hair, and on your left, Sebastian was almost done. The atmosphere was eerie to say the least. Everyone was quiet, none of the usual banter or jokes, but you just rolled with it - putting it on account of the long hours. Boy were you off.

About 9 hours later, those worries had no place left in your mind. You were covered in blood, frantically looking from left to right. 

It was the scene right after Thanos snapped his fingers, and you were thankful your character was supposed to be visibly confused, since you didn't have any idea what was going on either. You just remembered the Rossos saying something along the lines of "Yeah, yeah, just like that. You got this, go" but the problem was that you had never actually given them an idea to agree to. You asked them what you were supposed to do, but they just patted you on the back and left.

So when the camera started rolling, your heart was beating out of your chest, your ears ringing as you knew, deep down, that something big was about to happen. 

Your eyes snapped to the right, seeing Chris, or Steve, fully in character, panting his lungs away as he too looked around, lost. 

Just when you were about to turn around, you caught out of the corner of your eye, some form of movement. 

"What the-" you screamed, completely breaking character and not giving a shit about it, as you saw Sebastian fall to his knees. When he tried to steady himself against his palms, his elbows gave in and he crumbled completely to the ground. This wasn't scripted, and adrenaline washed over you.

In a matter of milliseconds, both you and Chris sprinted in his direction, throwing yourselves on your knees and rushing to turn him around. It all happened so fast, it was mostly a blur, but the fear you felt when you saw him collapse, broke you. And in all that haze, it took you a moment too long to realise that as soon as Sebastian uncovered his face, there were tears running down his cheeks as he laughed his soul out.

"Cut!" Joe called, excitedly standing up and waving his hands in the air. "Perfect! We're keeping this!"

"Seriously!?" Chris exclaimed amused, unable to hide his smile as soon as he realised what had happened. 

"You idiot!" you yelled, looking down at Sebastian who had his arms wrapped around himself, holding his abdomen as his face turned red from laughter.

And maybe, had you not been the one who acted like the world just ended in the middle of a set full of people, you would have found this funny from the beginning too. Literally anyone else could have fallen and you wouldn't have freaked like that. And that was why you were mad at Seb, but proceeded to laugh and make jokes about the situation with everybody else from the cast.

About two hours later, when you were both done for the day, Sebastian couldn't find a way to keep his distance from you. He followed you everywhere, his mouth not shutting for even just one second.

"Come on-" he pleaded, jogging a few steps in front of you so he could see your face as he spoke, "You can't be mad at me, please don't be mad at me-"

"I hate you" you simply said, turning around on your heels and sprinting in the opposite direction.

"No, come on, Y/n" he followed you, arms outstretched as he maintained your pace, "It was funny, and it looked great on camera"

Taking a deep breath, you stopped dead in your tracks and looked into his eyes for the first time ever since it happened. "Seb, you know what? I looked like an idiot, it was a dumb idea, I hate you, goodbye"

Frankly, no matter how dramatic you sometimes got, this was too much, even for you. You were perfectly aware you were exaggerating, and had to struggle to keep yourself from bursting into laughter - but you just needed to see how far this could go.

"No, don't say that.." he argued, stepping in front of you again and grabbing your shoulders, "Don't ever think that. You didn't look like an idiot, you were just worried". As he spoke, his voice softened and his eyes warmed up. "You were just worried about me…"

"Of course I was worried about you!" you rolled your eyes, "And you thought it was funny"

And those words right there, hurt him. "No.." Sebastian mumbled, "No- I'm sorry, I- come here"

Without giving you a chance to object, he gathered you to his chest, his arms tightly wrapping around your body. He genuinely felt bad, and now, you did too.

"Seb," you sighed, pulling away, "I'm sorry too- I'm not really mad. I was just messing with you, wanted to see how far this would go"

He seemed confused - genuinely surprised with the turn of events, but he didn't complain. Instead, he just frowned, and searched for your eyes, "Are you sure?"

"Yes, I'm sure" you nodded, "I'm not a child, I act like one sometimes but still"

"You really do" Sebastian laughed, as you both mindlessly started to walk towards your trailers. 

"Look who's talking" you mocked.

"If it's any consolation, I didn't know this until like a few hours ago either. I just found out this morning, that's why I've been off. I knew you'd pry the information out of me somehow"

"Yeah!" you giggled, "I definitely would've"

Just when you were about to reach your trailer, you heard Sebastian groan in pain before he abruptly stopped walking. You turned around to see him clutching his right knee, wincing in pain. "Shit!" he cursed under his breath.

"It's too soon" you scoffed, "I'm not gonna fall for that again"

"No-" he waved dismissively, "I'm fine, it's been hurting for some time, don't know what started it now, though"

And despite your brain yelling 'No, no, don't fall for it', that was exactly what you did. Your heart panged when you saw him limp, and you didn't even think twice before rushing to his side to help him walk.

But of course, not even a step was taken before he burst into laughter, causing you to shove him away from you with all your might.

"Can't believe it worked-" Sebastian said in a high pitched tone, laughing as tears threatened to fall down his cheeks.

"I'm never talking to you again. I hate you" you groaned, turning around and storming off.

But he didn't let you get too far. In a matter of seconds he had caught up with you, wrapping his arms around your body from behind, his face right above your shoulder, "No, you really don't hate me"

"Yes, I do!"

"Come on" he chuckled, "Let's go get a beer"

"No, Seb"

"Two beers?"

"Seb-" you threatened, trying to wiggle your way out of his hold, but all he did was follow you around, still holding you in his arms.

"Three beers!?" he asked playfully enraged.

"Let me go, or else-"

"Or else what?" he taunted proudly, leaning over your shoulder to look you in the eye, "What are you gonna do, hm?"

"Don't test me" you threatened, the proximity making you a bit more playful than usual.

"What are you gonna do?" Sebastian grinned, "Spank me?"

And the following words just slipped out of your mouth, your brain having never been involved in any kind of thought process whatsoever. "Only if you spank me first" you said, and then his mouth fell open.

"Deal!" he cheered, letting you go, and moving to stand in front of you, "It's a deal, it's done"

"Yeah" you laughed, "Ok"

"Ok… to the beer and the spanking?" he teased, and you couldn't hide your amusement.

"Just the beer, Seb"

"And what about the spanking?" he pouted.

"Ask me after that beer"

[lesbiradshaw]

IMO, Tony going off to find Ross and start the accords is literally his fatal mistake. Him creating this mess is what ultimately led the team to pick sides, thus leading to fighting and breaking up. Steve getting blamed by Tony fans that he “broke up the avengers” is bS BC he never agreed to the accords nor did he make the team choose. All he did was refuse to sign them. The others all made their own choices - Sam is shown arguing against accords with rhodey b4 Steve even speaks. This is fact

i think it’s important to note that tony stans tend to blame steve for EVERYTHING when if you actually break it down, tony was the one who caused all his own problems. in civil war he literally admits to a laundry list of things being his fault, most of them also being what pushed him towards trying to get everyone else to sign the accords. look at it like this: natasha was primarily on team iron man during civil war because she felt guilty for her own past actions but eventually switched sides and did what she thought was right in the end because she realized her feelings about her own guilt were inadvertently bringing down others regardless of how they felt themselves. tony only formed team iron man because he felt guilty when confronted directly with the consequences of his own past actions and reacted by shifting the blame and punishment to everyone else and not just himself because he can’t stand the idea that he alone is accountable for his choices.

anyways. no matter who you blame for the mess, even after civil war ends with them on bad terms, steve leaves tony behind that flip phone and the promise that he’ll always be there when he needs him. and yet, what does tony do when bruce says they need steve? he doesn’t call him because his ego is too big and he can’t admit steve might have been right. the accords left the avengers and the protection of the earth weaker than they would have been without them, something rhodey admits to himself at one point infinity war by saying “if it weren't for those Accords, Vision would have been right here.” and then, when ross reminds him that he signed those papers too— “that’s right. and i’m pretty sure i paid for that.”

all of this is in the movies! in the script! and yet tony stans still cheer tony on when he immediately starts screaming at steve about everything being his fault in endgame as soon as he gets back down on earth. he spouts all of this bs about steve not being in space when they needed help blah blah BLAH when steve couldn’t have been there because he didn’t KNOW! because tony didn’t call! bruce called steve, and where did steve go? to help him. steve helps his friends and his team. tony acting like him getting stranded in space wasn’t a consequence of his own actions (not even in the bigger picture with the accords, but just bc he wouldn’t fucking call steve in the beginning before he ran off) is just him and his stans being dense.

people wanna say steve split the avengers up? i would say that’s incorrect, but even if we agree to disagree on that front, we aren’t about to pretend that steve was the one who kept the avengers apart. he was there where he was needed most after that phone call. just like he promised. it’s not his fault that bruce was the one who dialed the number instead of mr. pissbaby stark.

[mobiusbmobius]

Remember the first episode of Loki?

When Loki didn’t know why Mobius had saved him from being pruned. Seemed kinda surprised when Mobius just chuckled and offered to help Loki burn the place down. Was so unruffled by everything Loki said. 

Loki looked on the TVA landscape in wonder. Mobius didn’t hurry him along, just let him experience it. Then Loki snapped back and remembered to try and look intimidating. Which was hard in the face of Mobius’s amicability. 

Then things got a little difficult when Mobius sat him down and forced him to look at himself, to really look at himself. Mobius called him out on the stuff he does -- wooing those in power and betraying them later. But he did it all with such understanding and lack of judgement that Loki doesn’t know what hit him. Hasn’t experienced this before. Mobius is simultaneously so standard, “off the rack detective” as they called it, and yet so rare that the very image of this silver haired gent in his brown suit, tie and boots seems to take on epic proportions. 

Loki pick pockets him and escapes for a time and experiences his second moment of wonder at the power of the TVA when he sees the infinity stones. He finds his way back to Mobius and finally gives the man what he had asked for -- an acknowledgement of why he does the things he does. Proof that Loki does understand himself. And this gives Mobius a moment of wonder to see the God of Mischief opening up. 

This is what Mobius required of him to know that they could work together. For how could Loki help catch his variant if he didn’t even understand himself?

Though he lies and manipulates, Loki recognizes Mobius as a man of integrity. Loki knows he’s being manipulated by the man, but somehow it doesn’t bother him that much. There is a trust there between the both of them. An understanding and acknowledgement of something most people don’t want to acknowledge -- the things we do to get what we want. Mobius knows Loki wants to work his way up to overthrow the timekeepers and seize control. Loki knows Mobius is manipulating his goal to keep him focused on catching the variant. 

These early two episodes were filled with so much intimacy and depth. And then in Lamentis we got to see Loki’s fun side as he and Sylvie schemed their way through an apocalypse, failing at every plan they made. Yet somehow we know they would have survived because Lokis always do. 

Loki and Mobius come together once more, this time under more volatile circumstances. This time Mobius isn’t so skilled in his interrogation. He messes up, he gets emotional. He puts Loki into the time loop prison, which then causes Loki to blatantly lie later. Mobius gets his feelings hurt when he realizes Loki has some feelings for Sylvie and he misinterprets them. Interrogation wise, it was a mistake to put Loki into the time-loop, but Loki learns so much from it. Learns how to calm an angry person. And learns that maybe he doesn’t have to be alone. 

Later, they go through the void and Loki and Mobius are reunited once more. Loki hugs him before they separate. 

At the end, they are reunited again. Devastated, Loki ran through the TVA - Mobius was his hope, his solace that somehow the man would know what to do to put everything back together again -- a brief moment of hope to see Mobius, and then crashing down into an even darker devastation. Mobius doesn’t remember him. Possibly, the entire universe doesn’t. 

I imagine Mobius interrogating him again, coming in with empty files, to say, hey, “We don’t have anything on you. There’s no Loki Laufeyson on the timeline, nor do we have records of you as a TVA analyst. Who are you?”  And again, I imagine a wonder in his voice. 

There are so many places can go. How are we going to get through this? My heart is torn open, inhabited by a void. A longing. And now we have these sound track names?