#I ran out of room but just everybody involved with it has to love it a lot

[hearth4days]

Vocaloid *dies* /pos

#hearth's mantle breakdowns #vocaloid bullshit #not to have autism but sometimes I think about it a little too much and I feel like exploding #how cool is it that there's so much centered around little robots #like sure singers voice them and people develop them to sell #but it's entirely dependent on people who love the genre to keep writing the songs and tuning them and drawing them and animating them and #I ran out of room but just everybody involved with it has to love it a lot #do you know how long it takes to tune a vocaloid rather than just sing the song #and we're still getting new robots #I'm only 5 days older than vocaloid and we still got a new one just last week #we still get new songs probably daily #people still love the silly robots enough to make them alive #aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

[rowdyslove]

𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐃𝐘𝐒𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄’𝐒 𝐅𝐈𝐂 𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐒.

✸ — just a quick shoutout to all of these amazing writers that have put in the time and work to write these lovely fics. i love them all and these writers have done such an incredible job.

✸ — make sure to check out all of their blogs as well, and LIKE and REBLOG to support them !! :)

✸ — i will be frequently adding to the lists as i keep reading.

(𖤐 = my personal favourites)

different paths | in which there are 5 times you and jack saw differently, and then the one time you both saw things the same.

love’s little miracle | in which jack feels your baby kick for the first time.

𖤐 - when to let go | in which jack struggles with your breakup, especially since you’ve been his best friend for over 4 years.

the mess you leave behind ( part 1 ) | jack’s always there to pick you back up as you struggle with a breakup after catching your boyfriend cheating.

the mess you leave behind ( part 2 ) | jack thinks your still in contact with your ex, and he lets his protective nature over you get the best of him.

the mess you leave behind ( part 3 ) | keeping your new relationship with jack private from your brother, until a waiter at a restaurant starts flirting with you and jack gets protective and jealous in front of trevor.

once more | in which you reunite with your ex-boyfriend when quinn invites you to the hughes’ lake house.

𖤐 afterglow | in which you question your relationship after he lets out his frustrations on you.

𖤐 - pillow talk | in which your friends had warned you about getting involved with him intimately, and you really think you should’ve listened.

𖤐 - a tale of dancing and romancing | in which you think that your love for your best friend is one-sided until he finally confesses.

𖤐 - little one | in which jack’s daughter comforts him after a tough loss.

first game | in which you take your daughter to her first nhl game to watch her father play.

𖤐 - summer sun | in which you bring your daughter to the hughes lake house for the summer.

everybody wants you, but i don’t like a good rush | in which you’ve loved jack for as long as you can remember, but he has always chosen everyone else before you.

touch | in which you take care of jack after a particularly tough game.

with feeling | in which you’re fake dating jack in front of his family.

sweet nothing | in which you comfort luke when he thinks he’s the reason the devil’s lost in the playoffs.

𖤐 - home is with you | in which you struggle to parent on your own while luke is away on a roadie.

can you keep a secret | in which you tell alex turcotte the secret of your relationship with luke.

𖤐 - locker room | in which you use a very affective way of helping luke out after losing a game. ( mature )

you’re seriously a man-child | in which his brothers make fun of him because of how much of a baby he acts when you’re around.

𖤐 - tidal wave | in which you have a secret relationship with luke, despite being mark’s girlfriend. ( mature )

so long | in which he finds out you feel the same way about him when he takes care of your drunk self after a party.

movie day | in which being jack’s best friend, you treat luke as a younger brother. but he has always been hopelessly in love with you.

soothing | in which luke helps you when you’re having trouble sleeping.

surprise | in which you plan a surprise dinner for luke, without telling him that his parents will be there.

fake boyfriend | in which you use luke as an escape to get away from your ex-boyfriend.

𖤐 - make my world go black | in which luke can’t help but think of a certain summer fling when he’s asked what his favourite karaoke song is during an interview.

skin | in which you spend the night with luke after a game.

you bagged her | in which jack and luke can’t believe how quinn got such a beautiful girlfriend.

𖤐 - my palms ran red turning over jagged rocks, thought i'd find some kind of sign; you pressed your mouth to my wound, weren't your bloody lips sign enough? | in which you keep running into quinn after the one time he fixes your car. ( mature )

𖤐 - death by a thousand cuts | in which a few months after breaking up with him, you find yourself so lost without him and wonder if you’ll ever find your way back.

domestic bliss | in which quinn asks you to move in with him.

𖤐 - fearless | in which you deny your relationship with the oldest hughes brothers, and then the one time you finally decide to give into your feelings. ( mature )

game night | in which having the lake house all to yourselves, ends in an interesting game of pool. ( mature )

nap time and baby fever | in which quinn comes home to his wife and children sleeping peacefully and he starts to get an idea.

#—rowdyslove’s fic recs #support your favourite writers !!

[specialagentlokitty]

Thomas Barrow x sister!reader - the game plan

Hey, loved ‘the game plan’ I had a great time reading it. Loved how, though reluctant, Thomas still helped his sister with her shenanigans. Do you reckon you could do a part two? Perhaps the kittens escape and cause mayhem downstairs. Mr Carson was out for the day, so the staff strive to return downstairs to its original state before Mr Carson returned and without alerting the family! Maybe Anna remarks how when something happens it always involves one of the Barrow siblings. I just love the idea of everyone rushing around after a mischievous litter of kittens! I had a additional idea of whilst the barrow siblings are arguing at the top of the stairs one of the kittens ventures into the dining room where the family are eating, reader panics and Thomas has to discreetly get it out of the room before the family notices or the kitten manages to hide somewhere where he cannot reach it. - Anon 💜

Part two:

Running down the stairs, you rushed into the servants hall and frantically looked around.

“No.” Thomas said.

“Yes…”

He quickly put his paper down and stood up.

“How many?” Anna asked.

Mr Bates furrowed his brows a little bit in confusion.

You offered the woman a tiny grin, shuffling a little behind the doorway in order to hide yourself.

“All of them…”

“Oh my..”

Anna got up, and her and Thomas began rushing around, searching under, on and around everything they could.

You were searching the the servants hall when Thomas returned holding a kitten by the scruff of his neck while it happily purred away.

“That’s one.” He said.

“In the basket.”

He walked over and put the kitten inside before going back into the kitchen.

“Is this why those two have been sneaking off to your room everyday?” Mr bates asked.

“Please don’t tell Mr Bates! They’ll make me toss them out!”

He laughed softly, and opened his jacket to show a kitten.

“I’ve been hiding it since Mr Carson woke up. I was wondering whom it belonged to.”

He stood, setting the kitten in the basket and you grinned a little at him.

“I promise not to tell a soul.”

“Thank you Mr Bates!”

“I’ve found the others!”

Anna rushed in, setting them in the basket and you looked around at the mess that was created not only by the kittens but by everybody looking for them.

“Oh my goodness I need to clean this all up!”

“Mr Barrow will take the kittens to your room and watch them, I’ll help.”

Thomas grumbled about having to watch the little animals, but he liked the idea more than the thought of cleaning.

So he took the kittens to your room, and he began to organise it while he waited for you to turn up to take over from him.

Everybody rushed around to help, not knowing what happened but not wanting Mrs Hughes or Mr Carson to witness the mess that had been created.

When Mr Carson came home everything was in order, and instead of you being downstairs it was Thomas.

But you couldn’t keep watch of your kittens all the time, so it was only a matter of time when one of them escaped again.

“You need to get rid of them!” Your brother snapped.

“No! Thomas please!”

“You are acting like a rotten child, rehome the kittens!”

You shook your head, taking a step away from your brother you glanced down the stairs to make sure nobody was coming.

“I just need a way to make sure that they cannot leave my room.”

“There is no way to do that, what if somebody walks in? What if they are found? You can get into trouble, or even worse! I am trying to make sure you still have a job at the end of the day!”

“I want them!”

Thomas ran a hand down his face.

“Is this about your kitten when you were a child?”

You froze slightly.

“Do not dare bring that up…”

“These kittens will not replace fluffy (Y/N), and you know that. All I’m saying is stop risking your own job for them, rehome them.”

You clenched your jaw and looked at the ground.

A pounding on the stairs made you both look to see Anna running up as fast as she could.

“Kitten in the tea room!”

You and Thomas shared a look of horror.

“Go to your room and watch them!”

You nodded, running off to your room while Thomas ran towards the tea room, composing himself a bit before he walked in with a tray in his hand.

The only way he could look around was to serve the drinks, but he still hadn’t figured out how he was going to get the kitten out.

The family hadn’t seemed to notice him slip in, so he was working this to his favour.

He slunk around, checked under things, moving his foot under furniture and anything he could to see if it would scare the kitten out.

Then he saw it, out the corner of his eye, padding around near a table.

Thomas looked around then he quietly set the tray down when he was sure nobody was looking.

Walking over he crouched down, covering the sound of the meow with a cough as he quickly pocketed the kitten inside of his liveries.

“Barrow?” Lord Grantham asked.

“Yes my lord?”

Thomas stood up, turning around.

“What are you doing?”

“I apologise my lord, I thought I saw a small rodent in this area but I was mistaken.”

Everybody went back to ignoring him and he picked up his tray, quietly leaving the room.

Rushing downstairs, he set the tray down and spun around, running straight to your room.

He threw the door opened and slammed it shut.

He pulled the kitten out of his pocket and walked over, gently placing it down in your lap, sitting next to you on the bed.

“Simply just ask Mrs Hughes about the kittens, state it for rodent control.”

“Will it work?”

“You can try.”

Your door was opened and closed again, and Anna stood with an assumed but disappointed look on her face.

“Why is it always you two?”

“I have not done a single thing wrong.” Thomas snapped.

“When something happens it is one of the Barrow siblings behind it.”

“Sorry…”

Anna laughed softly and walked over, sitting on the other side of you as she picked up another kitten.

“Mr Barrow does have a point, simply ask about the kittens. If they say no, we can find them a good home.”

You frowned a little bit nodded your head because you couldn’t risk loosing your job, but you really loved the kittens and want a good home for them

#Downton abbey #Downton abbey x reader #Downton abbey x you #Downton abbey imagine #Thomas Barrow #Thomas Barrow x reader #Thomas Barrow x you #Thomas Barrow imagine

[theconstantine-moved]

title: the choice who: cassian barakzai (oc) & j.ohn c.onstantine fando.m: dc c.omics fic idea: blaze it notes: i had fun writing this and that's all that counts. i love cass & john. peace.

Cassian's whole thing is that she helps people. She doesn’t stay in one place to do it, she travels. It’s how she works, how she lives, and how people know her. And when she’s not doing that, she owns a little house full of cursed objects up in London; but currently, her sister is taking care of it and hasn’t called her about anything odd and seems happy staying in one place after having stopped working with Cass about a year ago. 

Cass doesn’t really get how anyone can be happy staying in one place, but she likes knowing where to find Soraya, so it’s good she’s there. But really, all Cass needs to survive is coffee, her laptop, her phone, and whatever food is common in the area she’s in. She knows that makes her a bit basic, but she doesn’t necessarily care. The less she needs, the more she can get the job done. And lately, she’s been doing a damn good job out on the streets, helping people with their occult troubles.

Does she like magic? Not necessarily. Does she know some people who do? Yes. Is she everybody though? No. But due to her own mishaps with family, she has mixed feelings about the pros and cons and only manages to use it whenever she helps others, because she is gifted and was tutored by her mother who was taught by her mother before her. It runs in her blood. Not purely, but enough to where it’s not always going to cause her trouble, because she knows how to use it responsibly. 

Which brings us here: London — but not near sister — where she’s trying to decide if she should be ethical or not with her magic. A child is involved. And so is a mother. A demon has made it to where she must choose who dies and who lives. She would typically choose an ulterior, come up with a plan where no one dies, but this demon is one she’s never seen before and so strong that it knocked the wind out of her when it threatened her with the choice. 

Cassian considered automatically choosing the child, but at the same time, as she stood in the room with papers and chairs and objects flying around the room, she also thought about how hard a life that child would have knowing that their parent had died and let them live. But then Cass turned to look at the mother, who was floating above, her screaming filling the air as she levitated above ground, her child silent, just appearing to sleep. And well, Cass thought about her pain and how Cass couldn’t let her live with the pain of letting her live with the pain of having lost a child.

Cass was about to turn to look at the demon, but before she did, the doors to the room swung open and crashed closed. “Bloody hell, Cass — already told you to avoid shite like this. Your one weakness. You’ve never been good at it. Always get the nastiest of the bunch.” 

“Can you stop lecturing me and give me a hand, John? People are about to fucking die!” Cassian shouted at him, unable to move her body due to the demon’s powers. She was angry at it, but also mad that John had ruined her thunder. 

She was about to say something else but then he began to chant in two different languages that immediately gave Cass control of her body. And instead of helping John get rid of the demon — which dispersed before them — she ran over to the mother and son. 

“Are you both okay?” she asked both of them, and they both nodded, hugging each other. “Good. I need you both to take care of each other, and go to your nearest doctor. Tell them you were attacked by an animal, but you don’t remember what kind because it was dark, yeah?” She patted both of their shoulders, and they nodded before doing as she said.

When they walked away, the mother with her arm looped around the son, Cassian turned to the side and noticed John there. 

“Usually, I’d say I hate seeing your ugly mug, but currently it’s good to see you John.” Cass says, putting her hand out for him to shake. 

He gives her an odd look, before shaking her hand firmly. “Likewise. But like I’ve said, you’re bad with conjuring spells, love. What in hell were you thinking?” “I wasn’t. I almost killed someone’s ma,” Cass admitted. “The demon would’ve killed the kid too once I chose the ma, i bet too. Then me. So thanks.”

John arched a brow. “You telling me thanks …is…” “Don’t get used to it. I’m just…near deaths, yeah?” “Yeah.” He paused. “Wanna smoke?”

Cass nodded. “Yeah.”

He lit her a cigarette and they walked out of the building, Cass thinking about how she almost died and almost killed two other people in the process.

#noahsficshit* #noahswritingstuffall* #listen i'm so confused about if jo.hn can be in london cause i read a com.ic that said he couldn't due to a curse #but like all the older h.ell.blazer co.m.ics he's there. so idk. but #also lmfao i feel like he probably needs her for something and was looking for her otherwise he may have just left her to fend for herself #just a thought though because they left each other on bad footing #[ me: cassian x john ] #[ fic idea | blaze it ]

[inkstainedhandswithrings]

yes hello, @exxasperatedauthor posted a fic abt fox (let the sun in, I believe) and idk how but my adhd ran away with it, so here are my random thoughts and scenarios involving my OC that I have come up with since I read that fic a day or so ago

Nevaeh has to go to some boring Senate party for connections or whatever tf and the Corrie Guards are standing watch, but so is the 501st (idk bruh, just any reason for Rex, Fox, Riyo and Vae to be in the same room, alright?) Eventually, Nevaeh gets sick of it, so -- as you do -- she sneaks out of there with Rex to find a closet to make out in. They head for their regular one and basically stumble inside already kissing, not even bothering to turn the lights on. But Nevaeh hears/senses something, so she does break the kiss and turn the lights on only for Fox and Riyo to be interrupted mid-make-out-session. I'm talking his tounge in her mouth. And they just like. 👀👀👀 And slowly Fox and Riyo break the kiss. And they're just like,,,, Nevaeh slowly nods and looks up at Rex and then they both just 👍👍 "jup we approve" "You kids have fun, if you need us, we're one closet over. you know the one across the hall with the brooms" and fox and riyo (who only recently started dating and didn't know there were Others™) are still just like 👀👀👀

Nevaeh starts hosting a girls night for all those women who are dating men they shouldn't, bc of politics or jedi council bs. So Nevaeh and Rex, Padmé and Anakin, Satine and Obi-Wan, Riyo and Fox and any other matches that I might come up with during the writing of this fic. It's mostly just the girls sitting around drinking wine and talking abt their dumb, loving boyfriends and by the end of the night they are all too drunk to function and all the guys (who come to Vae's place to pick up the girls/Rex is there to hang with Vae) are just like "aw♥️" and put them to bed while they dissolve in giggles

on very rare occasions the men are invited to these parties and thats when shit hits the fan

one time all the guys were there, except for Anakin, and Padmé was pissed at him so Nevaeh (being slightly tipsy and knowing Anakin) goes:"Don't give him an inch. You best believe that if you let that man shanan once, he's gon shanan again." and everybody FUCKING LOOSES IT

"Padmé, write that down."

The next morning the ladies are all meeting at the Chancellors office (nursing a wicked hangover OR for extra funny, still drunk from last night and hiding it BADLY) for some political something something idk, yelling at him abt clone rights maybe? anyway they're waiting in that foyer room or whatever it is and suddenly Anakin barges in with Obi-Wan, and Rex and Cody and very quietly Nevaeh just says "Ah yes, the ShenAnakins have arrived." and everybody is just like "don't laugh, don't fucking laugh shit you guys stop THE CHANCELLOR JUST WALKED IN STOP LAUGHING SHIT"

and Obi-Wan and Rex didn't hear it, but they know exactly what happened and they just look at their girls trying not to loose their shit with the endearing puppy dog eyes

bonus: Fox was standing off to the side at attention bc he was on duty, but the women naturally gravitate towards him, bc he's Riyos boyfriend and therefore their friend anD HE HEARD AND HE'S SUPPOSED TO BE STANDING AT ATTENTION BUT HE'S LITERALLY INHALING HIS OWN TONGUE

#it is ✨2am✨ once again #In case u were wondering why I'm having crazy thoughts #star wars #the clone wars #clone wars #captain rex #commander fox #commander cody #obi wan kenobi #anakin skywalker #padmé amidala #satine kryze #duchess satine #chancellor palpatine #senate #coruscant guard #501st #clones #nevaeh requa #when we bleed we bleed the same #phie writes stuff

[adoracora-elizabeth]

The truth always comes out, chapter 32

Cora gave the room a last look. She felt tears stinging behind her eyes, she had loved this room. There were so many memories attached to it. And not only to this room, but the whole house had also so many memories.

She went back in her memory to the first time she made love with Robert. She remembered being incredibly nervous, they had waited for after their marriage. Robert carried her up the stairs as soon as everybody had left. That night was a wonderful start, as they discovered each other more and more over the years.

She gave birth to Mary and Edith in this room. Sybil's birth started at home, but due to some complications she had to go to the hospital. She still felt sadness, thinking about that day. Although they were holding their perfect little girl in their arms, it was not in their own home.

The fights she and Robert had here that always ended up in making up sex. The best one she ever had, she had to admit. But also, the quite Sunday mornings, were they snuggled against each other hoping the girls would not storm in their room and disturb their peace.

Cora took a deep breath, she would take all the memories with her, the good and the bad.

"Mama." A soft hand was laid on Cora's shoulder.

Cora turned around and looked into the face of Mary. "Mary, darling?" Cora was surprised to see her; she had made it noticeably clear that Cora was at fault in this divorce, and she was taking her father’s side. Even though Cora was disappointed in Mary's point of view, it would never alter her love for her oldest.

"Can we talk?"

Cora took Mary's hands in hers and pulled her back in the room. She guided her towards the sofa at the end of the bed and sat down. "I am always here to listen."

"I have to apologize I think."

Cora padded Mary's hand. "No need for that." Everything Mary had said came from being hurt, she knew, and she could never blame her.

"I know it is not only you why Papa and you are divorcing. I know, but I…." Mary felt silent.

Cora put her hand under Mary's chin and lifted her head. "Listen to me carefully. I do not blame you for your feelings, you are allowed to feel the way you do. I admit it did hurt when you ran out and blamed everything on me."

"I should not have done that." Mary tried to lower her gaze again, but Cora forced her head to stay up.

"There is a big responsibility on your shoulders as the oldest. And I am sorry for not pushing your dad more, to involve you.

"Papa, never really wanted me to step in his footsteps. He had wanted me to be a boy."

Now Cora was the one lowering her gaze and she let go of Mary's chin. "I could not give him a boy that he so desperately wanted."

"Did you know that it is mostly the men's part that decides if a baby will be a boy or a girl?

Cora forced herself to look up again and compose her composure. "Mary, I hope that you know, that even though I am not in this house anymore, I am always here to talk to. And I am still more than willing to help with the business when you are stuck."

"Thank you, that is good to know. But Papa is right, I need to do more on my own, I wanted this, so I have to work for it. But there is another reason I got mad the evening you and Papa told about the divorce.

"Oh?" Cora's mind started spinning, what else was there that could have upset Mary. What element did she overlook?

"I had some news to tell you and Papa myself, but because of the bombshell you two dropped, I could not share it."

Cora looked at Mary with surprise and anticipation. The look in Mary's eyes was a happy one. "Matthew has asked you out?"

Mary chuckled. "I sometimes hate you for how easy you can read me." She took her mother's hands in hers. She used the wrong words again, she realised. Mary heard a lot, that she could come over as a cold stone bitch and sometimes she meant it that way, but a lot of times, she did not. She should learn to better control what she said. "We are doing more than just dating."

"Oh, my darling." Cora exclaimed. "Are you for real?"

Mary nodded and let her mother embrace her. "I am for real. We are officially a couple and are talking about our future together."

"Your father must be over the moon. He does know, does he not." Cora did not expect her to be the first to find this out.

"Papa, does know and he already talks about telling Matthew everything he needs to know about this estate."

"I will talk with your father about that." Cora did not like this approach of Robert. He was pushing Mary to the side, now that he finally had a boy, who he could see as his successor. Even though Mary had showed interest, Robert never saw it as real and now with Matthew he finally had his dream.

"Mama that is not necessary. I do not mind, truly I do not. I am over the moon with Matthew, and I think I want to marry him."

A knock on the door, made Cora and Mary sit back up straight, but as soon as Sybil and Edith entered, they relaxed again. "Mama, Aunt Rosamund is waiting downstairs. All your bags are in the van, Tom will drive the van to Belgrave Square. He offered to come back after and pick you and Aunt Rosamund up."

Cora stood up, took Mary's hand for a second in hers. Brushed Edith's cheek and touched Sybil's arm. "We will go by train; Tom does not have to drive all those hours more than once.

"He will have to do it twice." Edith commented.

Cora smiled at her. "Of course, twice, to come back home to Sybil." This made Sybil blush. "Now, let's go down."

"Mama, before we go down, can you please read a story to us in this room." Sybil said all of the sudden.

This request surprised Cora.

"Oh mum, yes please, just like you did when we were younger. Sitting on the big bed, listening to you is one of the best memories I have."

Cora smiled melancholic; those evenings were also among her best memories. "What story do you girls want to hear?"

Mary looked at Sybil and Edith. "The story of the three bears."

Cora frowned; I am not sure I have that one in my memories at the moment.

"I will get the book; it is still in my room." Sybil said.

Cora had already sat down on the bed, Edith and Mary were crossed-legged sitting on it, when Sybil returned and joined them. Cora started:

'Once upon a time there were Three Bears, who lived together in a house of their own in a wood. One of them was a Little, Small, Wee Bear; and one was a Middle-sized Bear, and the other was a Great, Huge Bear. They had each a pot for their porridge, a little pot for the Little, Small, Wee Bear; and a middle-sized pot for the Middle Bear; and a great pot for the Great, Huge Bear.' The Story of the Three Bears – An English Fairy Tale from Andrew Lang https://www.fanfiction.net/s/14247899/32/The-truth-always-comes-out

#cora crawley #robert crawley #downton abbey #fanfiction #downton #cobert

[seidenbros]

Heyyy can we have “ when i say run, i need you to do as i say and don’t even think about me. ”

Steddie or geraskier?

LOU, MY LOVE 💚 Of course you can and I chose Steddie, because the brainrot is real. After I read your request last night, I woke up today and chose angst and pain apparently

Requests are open | prompt lists for inspiration | Stranger Things Masterlist

Summary: Vecna is defeated, weeks have passed and Steve and Eddie are spending more and more time together to figure out what this is between them, when Dustin barges in to tell them that he's seen a Demogorgon. They make a plan that involves no one but them, because they want to protect the others. Pairing: Steddie | Steve Harrington x Eddie Munson Word count: 1905 Warning/Tags: angst with happy ending, hurt/comfort, a but of fluff at the end, nightmares, Steve has PTSD and partial loss of hearing, panic attacks, Post Season 4, everybody lives (let me know if I missed anything)

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Who'll Stop the Rain

Vecna was defeated as far as they could tell, and while the town was in bad shape, Eddie and Steve were able to explore what was happening between them. They’d realised it amidst all the drama, but when Eddie had barely made it out alive from the Upside Down, they’d spent more time together, especially alone, and Steve had told Eddie everything that had happened before Vecna. About the Demogorgons, the Mind-Flayer, the Russians… everything. Even the things he hadn’t told anyone - not even Robin.

The nightmares always kept Steve awake or woke him in the middle of the night, drenched in sweat so that he had to take a shower, but even that normally didn’t help him. What had helped him was being in a room with Eddie, knowing that he was there and that he was safe. He even told Eddie about the problems he had with his hearing. Due to all the trauma he’d suffered through, being beaten up not just once, but three times by now, he’d lost pretty much all of his hearing in one ear. He told Eddie about the torture he’d endured from the Russians, showed him all the faded scars on his body that bore witness to what he’d suffered through.

They’d grown closer, but hadn’t talked about what this was between them. They’d held hands, but hadn’t kissed yet. They didn’t need to speak about it to know what the other one was feeling, they could see it in the other’s eyes, but they were taking it slowly. Steve had gotten his heart broken while Eddie found it hard to trust people, but with Steve, it was becoming easier and easier for him.

“Demogorgon,” Dustin said breathlessly one day as he came through the door, staring at both Eddie and Steve. “At the junkyard. I just saw it!”

“You’re shitting me!” Steve looked at Dustin in disbelief, feeling his hands tighten to fists. This seemed all too familiar, because that was where they’d tried to fight Dart, the Demogorgon Dustin had more or less raised, and then they’d been in for a surprise.

“No… I saw just one and ran as fast as I could.”

“Do the others know?” Steve asked, getting up from where he was sitting. Here he’d thought they’d have some quiet weeks, because they deserved it, but that was apparently out of the question.

“No, I came here straight away.”“Good, don’t tell them. I’ll take care of this.” Like he always did, because he needed that, needed to protect his friends, his family because he couldn’t lose any one of them. They’d nearly lost Max and Eddie, but they were alright now. He had to keep them out of harm’s way.

“You’re not gonna do this alone,” Eddie stood up as well, taking Steve’s hand in his. Steve had feared that Eddie would say this.

“Exactly,” Dustin chimed in. “We’re in this together.”

“Alright.” Steve knew that he didn’t stand a chance against them, that they would follow him no matter what. Only if he locked them up somewhere would they let him leave alone, but he couldn’t do that. He considered it for a moment, though. “But you’re gonna listen to what I say. No questions asked, you just follow my rules. Am I making myself clear?”

“Uhh bossy,” Eddie chuckled, trying to lift the mood a little, but it didn’t work.

“Yes, Munson, and I will whip your ass if you do not listen to me!” As much as he wanted to keep this lighthearted, this wasn’t the right situation. He needed them to listen, to follow. “I’m not risking losing any of you again. I nearly lost you once.” His voice quivered for a moment, showing the emotion that he was pushing away, because if he thought about that now, about Eddie’s bloody body in his arms, he wouldn’t go out there. No, he would wrap his arms around Eddie, get in his car with him and drive wherever, just far away from Hawkins.

“Alright…” Eddie agreed, not wanting to cause Steve more pain than he already had, and they started making their plan. Eddie was following Dustin and Steve, because they were the ones with the experience. They’d lured the Demogorgon in before, and they knew what they had to do better now.

They got everything they needed and prepared the junkyard. They set traps, they laid out the meat. Steve took care of the gasoline, kept the lighters - in case one wasn’t working - in his pocket. Maybe, they should have talked to Hop, but Steve just wanted to get this over with, burn that thing to the ground and then get back home. He was so tired of all this shit, but he couldn’t turn a blind eye.

Once they were finished, they waited and listened. It took about an hour until Steve heard it, the screeches that followed him into his nightmares.

“When I say run-” He turned towards Dustin and Eddie “-I need you to do as I say, and don’t even think about me.”

“You’re not being serious!” Eddie gasped at him, shaking his head. “No. Nope! Not gonna happen!”

“You agreed! I told you that I was making the rules and both of you agreed!”

“This is bullshit!” Dustin piqued up.

“I’m serious! There is no shame in running.” His eyes locked with Eddie’s as he used Eddie’s words. “Sometimes, it’s the best thing we can do, and I need you both to do this… For me!”

The pleading look he levelled at both of them made Eddie groan. He couldn’t deny him that, and neither could Dustin.

“Okay,” Eddie said, swallowing past the lump in his throat. He knew how dangerous it was and he wanted to stay by Steve’s side, but he couldn’t.

When the noises got closer and Steve got a good look at the Demogorgon, he turned towards Dustin and Eddie. “Run! NOW!”

While they turned around to start running, Steve jumped up from where they had been hiding.

“HEY! You ugly ass monster! Come and get some fresh meat!” He waved at the thing to get its attention and started running towards the bus. He wanted it to get inside before he lit the fire so that there was no escape, he just had to jump to the side at the right moment. He got in position when he heard it.

Dustin’s screams followed by Eddie’s, calling for help. He’d told them to run, and he’d sent them right to their doom.

—

“Steve… Stevie… Hey open your eyes!”

Eddie was sitting on the bed next to Steve, hovering over his shaking body. Another nightmare, but this time worse than he’d ever experienced it. Steve’s whole body was convulsing, his hands clenched to fists, and he was having trouble breathing.

“You’re safe! Nobody will hurt you! Listen to my voice!”

Eddie pushed Steve’s sweaty hair from his forehead, pressed his cool hand to the heated skin. With his other hand, he rubbed Steve’s chest, starting to panic, because the other wasn’t calming down at all.

“Baby please!” Eddie pleaded, fighting back the tears when Steve’s eyes opened all of a sudden. The shaking didn’t stop, but it wasn’t as violent anymore.

“I can’t,” Steve tried to force out, but couldn’t finish the sentence. The pressure on his chest was too much, making it harder and harder for him to breathe, panic gripping him tight as he tried his best to focus on something.

“I’ve got you! You hear me?” Eddie leaned back over Steve again, his dark curls cascading down, tickling Steve’s cheeks. Somehow, it was calming, because it proved that Eddie was there. Still, there was not enough air filling his lungs.

“Look at me, Stevie. Look at me!” Eddie’s warm hands were now on his cheeks, thumbs brushing over them, before he slowly moved them down to Steve’s chest. “Breathe with me, follow my lead. In… and out…” He took a deep breath, then slowly let it out. Steve’s eyes were fixed on Eddie and he tried, his breathing slowly growing even, not so ragged anymore, until he was really breathing together with Eddie. In and out… in and out. He felt the tension leaving his body, his hands unclenching and lying flat by his sides now. His chest rose and fell in a steady manner now.

“Good… you’re doing so good, baby!” Eddie smiled down at him, rubbing his hands soothingly over Steve’s chest, feeling him relax beneath his touch. Steve closed his eyes for a moment to take another deep breath, putting his hands slowly on top of Eddie’s. “You doing better now?”

“Mhm…” Steve answered before he looked back up again at Eddie. “I just…” He shook his head, heaving a sigh.

“A nightmare I know. But it’s never been this bad before.”

“No…” Steve sat up, a forlorn look on his face that made Eddie pull him into his arms, holding him close to show him that he was there. Steve sighed in contentment, closing his eyes to fully revel in the feeling. “But it was so vivid,” he whispered against the crook of Eddie’s neck. “You and Dustin… I thought I’d lost you. I put you in danger and then…”

Eddie felt the tears against his neck, felt Steve’s body start to shake again, and he simply held him like this for a moment, his hands rubbing Steve’s back in a soothing manner, showing him that he was there.

“But I’m here,” he whispered into Steve’s hair, before he pressed a kiss against the crown of his head. His fingers grazed over the back of Steve’s neck before they settled at the back of his head, massaging his scalp.

“I know… but at that moment…”

“It wasn’t real, Stevie… You’ve saved my life and I am here because of you.”

Steve pulled back slightly to look at Eddie, whose hand came up immediately to cup Steve’s cheek, brush the tears away with his thumb.

“You’re not getting rid of me that easily.” Eddie tilted his head to the side, before he leaned down to brush his lips over Steve’s let them linger there for a moment, but not too long. When he pulled back again, he couldn’t help but smile. “‘Cause I’ve grown quite fond of you, big boy.”

“Good…” Steve managed to answer, the tears subsiding, the pain and fear now replaced with a smile that grew and grew. “Because I wouldn't let you go anyway.” Steve pulled Eddie back to kiss him once again, this time slow and sensual, more than just a brush of their lips. It was sweet, just what they both needed, what they’d both worked towards for weeks.

“You think you can get some more sleep? You really need it.” Eddie leaned his forehead against Steve’s, his hair smoothing down Steve’s hair and stopped at the nape of his neck.

“Maybe… Just… not alone.”

“As if I’d let you sleep alone now.” Eddie bumped his nose against Steve’s before he pulled back. He lay down next to Steve, opening his arms for him. “C’mere, babe!”

And he did. Steve cuddled close to Eddie, burying his head again in the crook of Eddie’s neck, and closed his eyes. It didn’t take him long to fall asleep in the arms of the person he trusted the most. The person he wanted to protect. The person he loved.

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[winelover1989]

"My dear young chap," Dr. Van Helsing said, leading him down the corridors. "I am very pleased to show you our department as it has been a great while since the Headmistress looked so pleased sending a prospective student my way. I hear your future employer would benefit more if you pursue Legilimency. To that I say:  Pouf !" He snapped his fingers at Draco. "You and I shall disprove him before the end of the day. What would Tom Riddle"--the professor pointed at nothing in particular like he was chastising an incompetent student--"know what's best for promising young wizards? He has his madmen to play with and those lacking in higher education to impress. But he has no wife. No children. What does he know of shaping young minds? So, fling him from your mind for the day, while you and I have a little talk all to ourselves."

Considering that Draco had no desire whatsoever to dwell upon dear old Tommy's wishes, he strolled along the halls of the Alchemy department. Their astronomy tower was impressive, almost reminding him of the scientific marvel Granger had once shown him during their French Christmas holiday. He was impressed by the instruments in place to keep track of astronomical events crucial for the brewing of alchemic potions. Arithmancy had never been his strong suit. Draco despised doing the calculations required for tracking the movement of planets and stars, alongside harvesting potion ingredients, and setting the pace of the brew. A lot of the equipment here handled the entirety of the math involved in potion making. This fixed most of what frustrated him during Alchemy lessons in school. Dr. Van Helsing explained how they foraged for ingredients on the estate, and how the ingredients that weren't compatible with the climate, were grown in the beautiful conservatory. The labs were quite remarkable as well.

After a tour of the department, he was introduced to some of the promising students for examples of what was possible with alchemy. "That's Basil Hallward," Dr. Van Helsing introduced him to a shy boy working with a canvas and some paints."

"Hello," Draco said. "Are you an artist as well?"

"Sort of," Basil replied, seeming quite uncomfortable about being put on the spot.

Dr. Van Helsing stepped in to explain, "Our dear Basil here is working on brewing magical paint, capturing not just a sentient likeness of a person, but one that suffers the brunt of illness and aging, while the person in question enjoys eternal youth and remain in the pink of health."

"That's not possible," Draco replied.

Basil glared at him, offended. "Moving pictures were once impossible. Sentient moving paintings were considered impossible only a couple of centuries ago."

Dr. Van Helsing carted Draco away from the painter. "And what are you up to today, Frankenstein," he asked, slapping the boy in question on his back, shaking him out of his ruminations over the countless books scattered in front of him.

A group of boys, reminding Draco of his gang back at Hogwarts, yelled out from the opposite end of the room, "Building a bear." They all burst out laughing. "Can't seem to get laid the old fashioned way, eh, Frankie?"

The boy gathered his books and ran away muttering under his breath.

"Never mind that," Dr. Van Helsing said, turning to Draco, his cheeks red as tomatoes now.

Draco met many other students working on many fascinating projects. Introductions were made to every professor in the department, leading to several intellectually stimulating exchanges that managed to breathe newfound life into him. The experience that stuck the most with Draco was a professor they ran into close to the end of their tour. He seemed like a very nice man. Too nice. It was creepy just how nice and saccharine the man's personality appeared to be on the surface. No one was that nice. That kind. That wonderful. He had a great reputation on campus as well. Everybody loved him. He was simply too likable not to be loved by everyone. Something felt off. Draco could feel it in his guts. No one was meant to be universally loved, to such a degree, not even a Hufflepuff on steroids.  

"Butterfly pea flower extract and phosphorus? Whatever for, Jekyll," Dr. Van Helsing asked, studying the potion ingredients the good professor dropped into the cauldron, turning the mysterious concoction to go from purple to green.  

The good professor waved dismissively at them before standing between them and his cauldron, lips stretching into a big warm smile that didn't quite reach his eyes. "Hyde. Jekyll Hyde."

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[beaversatemygrandma]

Oh wait. Holy shit. I actually DID get my license today First try on the test too! :DDD

After literally attempts to get even INTO the DMV. MANY Attempts. Many. All of them involving getting up at the ass crack of dawn and driving my ass to the DMV tired as shit, standing in for hours, getting sunburnt as the sun really showed itself, and then proceeding to be five feet from the door only to be told that appointments were closed for the day at 10am and going home empty handed and disappointed.

This one. Oh my god. This one. My dad took a day off and our plan was to get to the DMVs outside of the city. Just any of those small towns within 20-30 minutes from here. Any of them were better than anything within the city. This city fucking sucks. We were literally going to float past each one checking out their cut off times for walk-ins. We didn't even have to do the floating to other towns. And we got there at 9, knowing we didn't have to get there at fucking 7. There was no line. There was a sign on the door saying that walk-ins didn't even begin until noon. We were early. We were VERY early. We literally went to the other side of the complex and killed an hour and a half in a thrift store where i found a vintage west coast choppers flannel?? My dad says they're worth $200. I just thought it felt nice and had a Fantastic Quality. I got it. It was $7. A lovely shade of sienna and black. Ooh~ And then at like 11-ish, we just kinda ran across town for a bathroom and snack break. Went back. There were 6 people in line ahead of us. Literally not bad at all. Stood there. Everybody wasn't angry? Everybody was positive and chatty? It was NICE OUT?? There was SHADE??? I was inside by 12:15??? Holy shit. And they were UnderStaffed. The employees were pleasant (what world is this??), and everything was organized and just nice.

Though, i was sitting in a crowded waiting room flipping out inside because i had no form of stimulation other than listening in to the comments of other road tests for my own info. I was vibrating the WHOLE TIME. Anxious. My dad was outside talking to other accompanying people. I was sitting there staring at a wall, shaking. I think i got called up before 1. I got there. Everything is going over. I'm half hearing everything the instructor is saying. We did the vehicle test, I'm asking him to repeat himself because he's standing behind my car telling me to do the usual shit, blinkers, horns, brake light check, etc. This just made me more anxious. So much so that i forgot to shut the damn door after he was like "alright, seatbelt and shut the door. Let's go." Then the anxious explaining of the backwards passenger's seatbelt that my car has. It's so annoying. I'm vibrating. He's giving me directions. He's also giving me pointers as I go. Specifically because he could see my anxiety. Very high strung. Now. I was anxious about a 3-point-turn. It was FLAWLESS. Even though i jumped when a truck pulled into the same street. His only notes at the end were that i was too anxious, to be more confident with my driving (fair.), and stop swinging out so far when i turn on a road without lines (also fair). And also the things my dad was telling me to do weren't exactly right. (ex: stop riding the white line. there are MANY HUGE potholes that will wreck your tire rod-- in tanker town, yes. In small town there, no. The instructor was like "yeah, ride it. It's fine. better actually than the yellow.") Also my growing habit of rolling after a full stop at a stop sign because i have dealt with SO MANY blind intersections (This Fuckin CITY...) And well. He gave me my license. I'm a safe driver. I just have anxiety. :'D

It seemed almost lenient? I mean, he was explaining so much to me, and also explained insurance scams because you should ALWAYS let the person to your left make their turn first because apparently there's been a thing where people will just turn off their blinker and let you go first only to just ram into you because "they had the right of way". Which was essentially: You may not want to trust that. Which honestly, some Solid Advice. There was also no changing lanes? It was all just the one-lane roads. I thought I'd get points off for not shoulder checking fully and only using my mirrors. I mean, i do. But i don't do a whole ass thing there because I'm short and have trouble seeing over the seat sometimes.

Idk, still feels too good to be true, but i got my license. I can drive alone. Now to get used to doing that.

I made the goal of getting it before my birthday? I actually have a license? Did i REALLY have nothing to worry about? Apparently so. I did all that. A weight has been lifted off of me and i literally do not know how to react to this.

Plan phase one is a go. I fucking did it. Phase two: get back to FL. That's in action. My mom is being weird. the whole "your little sister and grandma wouldn't survive without you" well, they made it that far without me. And it's not really my responsibility. I'm going back home goddammit. You agreed to this literally last month. This one is riding on what she says here. Oh dear god.

#taks speaks #i have been trying for so long for this that it feels fake #so many failures of attempting to get it and finally this?? #excuse me. what? too good to be true.

[chaoticforever]

Mischief Flickers | Yandere Loki x Male! Reader

Loki is the God of Lies and Mischief. 

He's a Trickster, a dangerous and terrifying force of nature who loves to cause a considerable amount of chaos on this place humans like to call Earth. 

The monster hidden in the closet when the blazing sun goes down and nightfall begins, welcoming total darkness, except for the lights outside that happen to come on, and the unearthly moon, which is surrounded by an ethereal glow.

Someone who can practically smell lies coming out of a person's mouth from a mile away. The stolid dark shadow that creeps into kid's rooms and bounces off the walls just to scare them. 

Those are the few descriptive phrases that have been used to describe him.  

Although, there is something – a small detail of sorts – that everybody doesn't know about The Trickster himself. One little detail that would have most people cackling on the floor if they ever heard. 

He was, in fact, capable of love, and was deeply and utterly in love with someone. 

And that someone was in the form of an adorable man. A mortal man to be more precise.  

It all started when Thor had brought him back to Earth and somehow managed to convince The Avengers that Loki was not as bad as they painted him to be. 

With understandable suspicion and skepticism, the others had decided that he would be a magical consultant and a backup Avenger until he was proven to not have some ulterior motive. 

From that point forward, he was actually required – though they mostly wanted to keep an eye on him – to spend time with all of The Avengers. Well, everyone except for one person, that is. 

To say that Loki was curious to meet you would be an understatement. The God of Mischief has heard from the others how awesome of a person you are. He noticed how they loved to speak fondly of you – mainly those cooking skills that you were blessed with – and he could feel how protective they were of you, washing off of them in waves. 

You, a mere mortal, intrigued him to a high degree and he was dying to meet you. 

Then, the next day, once every member of the team was in the kitchen having breakfast was the day you decided to show up. 

"Hey everybody, sorry I'm late. Court ran later than I thought it would." You spoke upon walking into the large kitchen, obligingly taking the plate Natasha offered you. You sent the Black Widow an appreciative smile before plopping down in the chair between Clint and Bucky. It wasn't until you looked around, you ended up noticing there was a certain God you hadn't introduced yourself to. "Oh!" You stood up and walked around the table towards the other God who hasn't taken his eyes off you. You extended your hand to the other male's, a bright smile on your face. "We haven't met, I'm Y/N. Nice to meet you, Lokes." 

Y/N. 

That was the name of the breathtakingly handsome and kind man who he ended up falling for, who he ended up being smitten by at first glance. He felt his breath leave his lungs when you spoke his name, a nickname that sounded so right rolling off your lips. And it seemed to only escalate from there. 

It started after he and Thor came back from buying clothes at the mall when his brother suggested that he wear normal clothes. 

You... cooked for him. It was certainly a shock to him that you would take the time out of your day to cook for the two of you. Thor visited Lady Jane after he dropped him off at the Tower, so it was just you and him. Alone, with each other.

The others were not misleading when they spoke highly of your cooking skills. When he tasted the food that you had gracefully prepared for him, Loki had never tasted anything like that in his life. If he was being honest, your cooking was better than the food on Asgard. 

You both ate lunch together while getting to know each other, which involved telling one another crazy and wild stories that have happened in your lives. 

And that was only the beginning. 

The God of Mischief found himself spending the majority of his time in your presence, spending less time with the others. 

Speaking of the others, they were a little apprehensive when they noticed how much you and Loki had been hanging out with each other alone, but they knew that you could handle yourself and that Loki has proven that he wouldn't harm you, but he's still a Trickster by nature, so you can never be too careful. 

He would spend time with you in your room – mostly when he and Thor would have a small argument or when he just wanted to be in your presence – reading books with each other as you playfully messed with him, teaching him how to cook, going up to the rooftops, sitting on the grass at the park, and even watched as the sunset over the horizon. 

The dark-haired male would never sit on grass. He was a God and was not made to sit on a place where humans walked on constantly and was littered with dirt and bugs, but he was right next to you, watching as you watched the sunset with an earnest smile on your face, and that made sitting on the grass worth it. 

The more time Loki had spent with you, the more he fell in love with you, and the more a possessive urge formed in the pit of his stomach. 

He wanted to have you for himself, he wanted to court you naturally. Or that word that humans like to use. Date. He would love the chance to date you. 

So, whenever he would go to another planet with his big oaf of a brother, he would make sure to bring you back something, spoil you rotten with gifts, and shower you with love and affection.

But, you were completely oblivious to his advances, but the rest of the team – Natasha was the first one – noticed it and gave Loki the shovel talk about what would happen if he hurts you. He would never hurt you, but he would hurt them if they take you away from him. 

XXXXX XXXXX 

"C'mon, time to go now." Those were the words you greeted Loki with once you appeared in the kitchen and he curiously wondered where you guys were heading.

"Where are we going today?" He asked, placing the cup he used in the sink. 

"Fury said that an attack happened on a movie set here in New York and most  people believe that Hydra was behind the attack, so they want all members of the team to go and check it out." 

The dark-haired God hummed. "What reason would an organization like Hydra have to where they want to attack movie stars?" 

"Who knows. It's Hydra, so it could be anything. Guess we won't know until we get there." You walked over to him and linked arms with him, tugging on it a bit. "Let's go. They're all waiting on the jet for us." 

And that's how Loki found himself sitting next to you on the Quinjet, thighs pressing against each other as you two talked and laughed together in hushed tones, Loki occasionally running circles on your thigh, the rest of The Avengers watching the scene in amusement at your obliviousness. 

Loki – pretty much every hour of every day  – wondered exactly what was going through that pretty little head of yours. He knew that you cared for him, showed him kindness upon first meeting him, something that no one has done when they first met him. He wondered if you loved him the way he loved you, if you, who had such a gentle heart, could love someone with so much anger and rage inside his heart. A Trickster by force. 

The Quinjet smoothly landed on the ground and the passengers exited the jet and headed over to the movie set where an actor was murdered. 

Dozens of reporters and a few civilians are stationed behind the yellow tape, shouting question after question to the people on the other side of it  – which ultimately went ignored. 

It most certainly didn't go unnoticed by the Trickster how the civilians and reporters were looking at the team, wearing various expressions of irrepressible awe, appreciation, and obvious lust. The one thing he disliked about the staring was how every one of them  – men and women alike – were looking at you with all three expressions.

Loki sent each and every one of them a  heated glare, hating the way everyone was staring at you. He should be the only one to look at you that way, and nobody else.

"Mr. Stark, thank you and your team for coming." The officer said, shaking hands with Tony briefly before gesturing with her hand for everyone to follow her. They all trailed after the brunette quickly. 

"What can you tell us about what happened?" Natasha immediately asked the officer once they were on the set. 

"According to the Director, he and everyone else who was present had left the set for lunch. They heard a pierced scream and ran back on set to see that Brody was already dead." She explained. 

Towards the back of the set, the actor was sprawled out onto the ground, puddles of blood around his head and another puddle around his chest. 

"What makes you think this was Hydra's doing and not some random murderer?" 

"Because the way the victim died indicates that this was similar to other killings that Hydra has done in the past. Not to mention, the number four was carved on his chest and in his dressing room. The Hydra symbol was carved in the back of his neck, too." Officer Stan answered Bucky's question. 

You took out a pair of hospital gloves and put them on, walking around the others who watched you questionably as you began to inspect the back of the dead actor's neck. Sure enough, there was the Hydra symbol carved on the surface of his skin and you traced over the symbol with your finger before looking at everyone else and nodding your head in confirmation of what the officer claimed. 

"It's Hydra." You confirmed once again, standing up from the crouch position and looked at Officer Stan. "Was the director the one to find the body?" 

The officer shook her head. "No, that would be his hairstylist, Mr. Smith." 

"Thank you, Ma'am. That will be all we need from you for now." Steve smiled politely at the dark-skinned woman who gave a slight nod of her head before walking off and pulling out her phone. "Okay everyone, so we know who found the body and this was a Hydra attack. Now, since there are security cameras present on this set, Tony and Y/N will-" 

"OH MY GOD!" 

Everyone whipped their heads around to their friend and saw that you were starin' at something or someone across the room in awe that set Loki on edge. 

"What? What is it?" Clint asked as he followed your gaze to see you staring at a handsome man he has never seen before. Was he an actor? He wondered,   looking over at you with lifted eyebrows.

You stared at the archer as if you could not believe that he was asking you that question. "It's Oliver Stark!" You pointed happily to the man in question.

"Who is Oliver Stark?" Bruce asked, voice laced with curiosity as the others waited for your answer, especially Loki. 

"He's one of the main actors in 911 – awesome show, by the way, highly recommended – and he's funny, smart, caring, sarcastic, and one of my favorite actors!"  

"So, pretty much the actor version of me then." Tony remarked, smirking in your direction and you only rolled your eyes playfully in response. 

"I can't believe he's really here in New York." You muttered, eyes sliding over to the handsome actor and a smile broke out onto your features. "I have to go and meet him." 

"Wait, Y/N-" 

Unfortunately, The God of Mischief did not get to finish the statement that was on the tip of his tongue because you were already making your way over to your favorite actor which had Loki fuming and he clenched his fist in his hands. 

Loki wondered just how this simple mortal was able to put a huge smile like that upon your handsome face and to make you behave like a teenage fanboy. He wanted to be the only person in the galaxy to put a smile like that on your face, to see your eyes sparkle with undeniable happiness. The thought of someone else actually putting a smile like that on your features gave Loki a headache, but to actually witness it? That was an entirely different story and sat heavy in his chest. 

Everyone's eyes were glued to your form and they watched mindlessly as their friend stepped closer to the actor's chair and said something that caused him to look up at you from the movie script in his hands. He flashed you a bright smile and offered you a handshake which you took shyly and offered him your own smile. 

He held onto your hand a little longer than necessary and Loki wanted to cut his hand off, not only because he still was holding onto your hand, but also because he had a stupid flirtatious smile on his face.

"Wow, that Oliver guy seems to be quite fond of Y/N already." Sam commented, the others nodding along with him. 

Green eyes that belonged to a certain redhead assassin narrowed down in slight suspicion on Oliver. "We have to make sure to keep an eye on him. Even though Y/N can handle himself, Oliver Stark is still a suspect in the murder, and who knows what he could do to him." 

The team nodded and went to do their assigned roles in this investigation. Tony, Bruce, and Steve went to view the security footage, Natasha and Clint went to talk to the hairstylist, Sam and Bucky went to talk with the police, and Thor stayed with a fuming Loki who watched the scene in front of him with anger present in his eyes. 

"Brother, try to remain calm now." Thor said as softly as possible, registering the murderous expression that marred Loki's face, eyes shining with utter rage. 

"I am calm, Thor." He responded calmly, hands falling flat at his sides, as he brought his gaze from you to his brother who was watching him worriedly. "And I would appreciate it if you would stop treating me like some delicate flower." 

"I'm sorry, but the jealousy you have towards Sir Oliver is not a good thing." 

"I AM NOT JEALOUS!" 

"ARE TOO!" 

Loki let out a sigh of annoyance at the way his brother was acting like a child. "I am not jealous, I just don't like how he is with someone who could be a killer. He could get hurt or be his next victim." 

"Well, lucky for you, Y/N is walking back over here right now." Thor pointed out and the siblings watched as you walked over to them with a smile on your face. 

"He let me take a picture with him, and he gave me his autograph!" 

"Well, isn't that wonderful? It's not every day that you get an autograph from a person who murder's people for a living." 

You frowned in confusion. "Uh, what?" 

"That Oliver Stark." Loki spat out his name venomously as if it was nothing more than a curse upon his lips that didn't deserve to be voiced into existence. "Could be a Hydra operative and you're getting all cozy with him." 

"Loki, it's Oliver Stark. He's not a Hydra operative." You said dismissively. 

"Don't be so sure about that." Natasha's voice ranged through their ears as she walked over with the others following in tow. "There were more killings like this in LA and here in New York. Oliver, with a handful of people here, were present, so it's a strong possibility that it could be him." 

You shook your head in denial, which irritated Loki on a fundamental level. "But he can't be. He's-" 

"Hey, Y/N!" 

Everyone looked at the source of the person who shouted your name and they saw Oliver Stark walking over to the group, most of them tensing up. 

"Oh, hey, Oliver Stark." 

"Please, call me Oliver." 

You flushed. "Okay, Oliver. Was there something you needed from me?" 

Oliver Stark bit his lip. "There is a party happening tonight and I was wondering if you wanted to be my date. Everyone here is gonna be there and a few more famous people. What do you say?" 

"Oh!" Your smile widened and you instinctively rubbed the back of your neck. "I'd love to. Could I possibly bring my team? if it's not too much to ask."

"Of course they can and I'm sorry, where are my manners? I'm Oliver Stark, nice to meet our world's protectors." 

Introductions were made between the British actor and the team before he had to leave and shot you a fond smile. It was silent between us and Bucky broke it. 

"What on earth was that for, Y/N?! He could be a killer and you agreed to be his date?!" 

"Relax, he said that everyone on this set will be at the party. We can keep our eye on the people if something happens. I'll keep my eye on Oliver the whole time." 

"Oh, I bet you'd like that, wouldn't you? To spend all your time near Oliver, huh?" Loki said bitterly and you frowned at the tone in his voice. 

"What is that supposed to mean?" 

"Nothing. Now, let's get out of here before I smite a certain British actor." 

Before you could ask Loki why he would want to smite Oliver in the first place, he turned on his heel and stomped off in the direction of the Quinjet pissed off. 

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Loki placed himself down in the chair at the bar, tapping his finger against the table as he angrily observed the crowd. He was in one of his disguises as Chad or Brad, he wasn't sure because he was too focused on you and Oliver. 

He knew that since he was an Avenger now, he was supposed to keep an eye out for any suspicious activity and make sure that civilians were safe, but his only priority right now was you. 

The dark-haired God wondered what he could do to make you fall for him. To see him the way he sees you. He would not stop, of course. He will do anything to make you his, and if that means that he has to kill an actor, then so be it. 

In the unbearable distance, Loki had been watching you and your date. What happened next made him lose any amount of self-control he once had. 

Both of you were standing very close to one another, bodies almost pressing against each other with your left hand in his right hand. A conversation occurred with lots of talking and laughing that had Loki grip the glass he was holding. He leaned in to whisper something in your ear to which you nodded with a smile and he gave you a soft kiss. 

That is what truly managed to set the Trickster off and that's how he found himself moving through the crowded room of people, uncontrollable and inexplicable rage boiling inside him. 

As soon as he caught up with you guys, you caught sight of him and was about to greet Loki when his fist managed to connect with Oliver's jaw, causing the actor to fall to the ground, the crowd falling silent. 

"What the hell, man!" Oliver shouted, despite the ache in his jaw where Loki's fist had previously been. 

"Lo – Chad." You corrected instantly, noticing that you almost used his real name instead of his disguises name. "Why did you do that?" 

"This man has no right to touch what is mine!" He snapped and your eyes went wide along with everyone else. 

The Trickster disregarded all the looks that were being sent his way. They did not matter to him. His attention was solely focused on you. He took ahold of your arm in a tight grip and tugged you out of the place and took you outside. 

"What the hell was that?" You asked Loki once you were out of earshot. 

"I should be asking you questions. Why were you letting that filthy mortal hold your hand and whisper things in your ear?" He retorted, inhaling and exhaling. 

"That filthy mortal was my date and us mortals usually let our dates hold our  hands if you didn't know that already." 

"I don't like it." 

"Loki." You sighed and spoke in a softer tone. "What is going with you? Seriously, you don't ever act like this except for that one time with my co-workers, but seriously, what's your problem?" 

"My problem is that Oliver thought he could touch what is mine. I don't want you to go on dates or be courted by some lousy human. I want to hold your hand and touch your beautiful S/C skin. No one else should. Only I should." 

"What? Are you saying that..." 

Loki pinned you against the wall and kissed you rough and hard. Your eyes widened slightly, but you kissed him back. Loki smirked and deepened the kiss, tongue fighting and teeth clashing as he completely dominated the inside of your mouth. He wanted to taste every inch of your mouth. Your mouth was his to kiss and his to claim. Only his. 

The kiss was broken and Loki pressed his forehead against yours, as you began breathing heavily in his hold. 

"I'm saying that I want you to be mine. I love you and I don't want anyone else to have you or touch you the way he was." 

"You – You love me...?" 

"Yes, more than you know, but you are quite oblivious." Loki chuckled, planting a kiss on your jaw. 

You felt your cheeks start to warm up. "Guess I have been. I just don't really understand how you, a God, can love a simple human like me." 

Loki gripped your shoulders tightly and looked at you sternly. "You are a human who deserves to live like a God. There are many reasons to love you, but it would take a while to list." 

You smiled at him. "I didn't realize you felt this way for me, and looking back, I probably should have known." 

"It's quite alright, but you will be mine now, right?" He asked and you nodded. The Trickster brought you into another kiss and grinned in satisfaction. 

He finally had you right in his arms. You had agreed to be his. The dark-haired God has killed so many people for this to happen, doing them when you were not present because he didn't want you to see that. They tried to take you away from him and they paid the price. 

Now, no one will have your attention but him. He has finally found someone who never compares him to his brother and likes him for him and never judges him for his mistakes. 

He couldn't let that go. 

He wouldn't. 

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[handsomelyhiddleston]

The Nanny - Tom Hiddleston x Curvy Reader

“Papa!” India ran towards her father, Chris Hemsworth.

Hemsworth picked her up, looking around for whoever had the other two. When he spotted you, he waved and laughed seeing both boys clung to you. You had one on each hip. A big perk of being curvy is that it makes it a lot easier to tote the little ones around.

It was rare that him and his wife, Elsa, both had projects going on at the same time, but when it did happen, they had a close friend nanny the children near one of the projects. With the twins being a year old and able to be away from their mother for a short time, Elsa reluctantly took a month-long job where she would be doing quite a lot of traveling. Chris put her worries at ease and told her she had put her own career on hold quite a lot for their family. You had met the couple back when you nannied for their manager. When they had India, you helped them navigate having a child while working in Hollywood. When the twins arrived, you once again moved in with the family and helped smooth the hectic schedule involved in being a parent to three kiddos while working in such a high-demand and publicized job.

“India, I told you to wait for me” you gently scolded the young girl.

“…but I saw papa n unca Tom” she replied, hiding her face in her father’s neck.

“India, you know you need to listen to Y/n. She just wants you to be safe” Hemsworth said, rubbing her back with his hand.

“…m sorry” she said, peeking her face out and smiling at you.

“Thank you” you replied.

“You look like you’ve got your hands full” Tom said, a soft smile on his face as he looked at the two boys sitting on your hips. “I think we’re done for the day” he added, gaining the attention of Tristan, one of the twin boys.

Tristan reached out a hand, making grabby gestures towards Tom. “Looks like you’re about to have your hands full” you quipped, safely passing the 1 year old to Tom who happily took him into his arms.

“Hey, buddy” Tom said, smiling as the young boy gently played with the wig he was wearing. Tom was great with everyone’s kids. It kind of made you wonder why he hadn’t had any of his own.

Hemsworth spoke to India, bouncing her up and down. “Papa and uncle Tom need to go get out of our costumes and then we can all go home and eat. Does that sound okay?” Chris was talking to India, but he looked at you and Tom as well just wanting to confirm that this plan worked for everyone and making sure Tom knew he was welcome to join.

“Sounds wonderful” Tom replied.

“India, why don’t we go get dinner started for everybody. I could use some help.” You knew that India LOVED to help cook.

“Your papa takes a lot longer than me to get ready…” Tom teased, making Hemsworth laugh. “So why don’t you let me walk you back to the car with Y/n so he can get a head start?”

India started squirming, wanting her dad to put her down. “Make sure you hold uncle Tom’s hand the whole way.”

When you got back to the car, you put Sasha in the first child safety seat and turned to grab Tristan from Tom. “Thank you for walking them back with me”, you smiled up at your always generous friend.

“No need to thank me” he said, passing off the second boy. “You’re incredible with them, but I know it has to be a lot of work.”

Strapping Tristan into the second child safety seat, you replied. “You’re a natural with kids, Tom. You’re going to make a wonderful dad someday.”

Slightly blushing, he replied. “Well, I’ll take that as the highest compliment coming from you.”

Tom’s sincerity kind of stopped you in your tracks for a second. “I’ll take that as a compliment as well”, you failed at hiding the grin he’d put on your face. “India, say bye bye to uncle Tom. He needs to go get ready so him and papa can come home.”

The girl gave Tom a hug before reaching for you. “I’ll see you guys soon” Tom said, waiting to leave until you got the third child strapped in so he could open your door for you.

“Always a gentleman” you smiled at Tom who was still in full Loki garb.

As you climbed into the car, Tom said “A woman such as yourself deserves to be served by the gods.”

You felt your cheeks warm as you thanked him again. “Remind Chris that he promised he’d bring home ice cream for India.”

When you got to the house where you, the kids, and Chris were staying during filming you pulled into the garage and unloaded the kids. The two boys were in their safe gated area in the living room so they could play, and India was sat on the counter helping you tear apart lettuce for the salad.

“Good job, sweetie.” You said, finishing up the grilled chicken and squash. “Can you go wash your hands for dinner while I get the boys set up in their high-chairs?” you asked, setting India on the ground. “Make sure you use the bathroom downstairs. No stairs without an adult!” you called out. You continued making the salad at the counter

“Dinner smells wonderful” you heard, feeling a hand on your shoulder. You were startled, not knowing the guys had arrived home.

“Shit!” you yipped, turning and almost dropping the bowl in your hands.

Tom grabbed the bowl, trying to hold back laughter. “I’m so sorry” he laughed out, setting the bowl on the counter and wrapping his arms around you.

“You made me say a bad word” you replied, laughing into Tom’s chest. You wrapped your arms around him and leaned back against the counter for stability. Looking up at him you added, “No swearing in front of the children”.

“Well, I’m not the one that said it, darling” a smirk present on his otherwise serious face.

“You’re supposed to leave the mischief at work” you laughed, dropping your arms from around him and turning to finish the salad.

“What fun would that be?” he said quietly into your ear as he reached around you and snagged a vegetable out of the salad.

When you turned around, he was stepping over the child gate to grab one of the twins and get them set up at the table. You shook your head as if you could shake away the very inappropriate thoughts you were having about your friend.

You could hear Hemsworth laughing in the other room, India giggling along with him. “Well, are you going to tell me the secret?” he said. “No one else can know?” he questioned. India must have been trying to tell him something. “Well, they can’t hear you, just whisper it to me.” It got quiet for a moment. “Ah, I see. I’ll have to pay attention and see for myself.”

“Are you telling secrets?” Tom asked after grabbing the second twin and setting them up at the table.

“Mmhmm” you heard her say as you brought the platters full of food to the table.

“Do I get to know?” you asked, turning to grab the twin’s bowls since they weren’t eating adult food yet.

“Maybe” she answered before telling her dad she could get in her own chair. She was quite proud that she wasn’t in a high-chair anymore and she wanted to seat herself.

“Do you need help with anything else, darling?” Tom asked, following you back into the kitchen.

“Help me grab the cups of water?” you answered, handing him two full cups before grabbing your own and a small juice cup for India.

“Dinner was delicious” Hemsworth said, leaning back in his chair with his hands over his stomach.

“It truly was” Tom added, standing to gather the dishes.

“I’m glad” you replied, gathering the dishes Tom hadn’t grabbed. “You don’t have to clear the table.” You said, reaching for the last dish.

“Nonsense” he replied, grabbing your hand before you could grab the last dish. “You worked hard preparing this wonderful meal. The least I can do is help clean up.”

He wouldn’t let go of your hand until you conceded. “If you must” you said with a smile. “Thank you.”

You saw India crawl into her dad’s lap and whisper something to him. “I see” he answered, looking between you and Tom.

You shot him a look, letting him know you were suspicious of whatever they were talking about. Hemsworth shrugged, acting innocent.

After dishes were done and leftovers were put away, Chris put the twins to bed. You could hear him singing along with the giggles of the twin boys. “India, do you want to take a bath before bed or in the morning?”

“Tomorrow” she answered, crawling up the stairs to her room with you right on her heels.

“Tom, there’s a bottle of red wine already out on the counter if you want to grab a few glasses. I’ll be back down in a few.” You called down the stairs.

When you finished getting India dressed in her jammies and got a movie playing in her room, you headed back down the stairs. You could hear the guys talking in living room, but you couldn’t really make out what they were talking about. “You make it sound a lot easier than it is” you heard Tom say before you made it to the bottom of the stairs.

“All good?” Hemsworth asked, getting up to go say goodnight to his daughter.

“As per usual, she’s a dream. She’s watching Big Hero 6.” You answered, walking into the living room.

“Come sit” Tom said, holding out a glass of wine for you.

You grabbed the glass and sat in the spot next to Tom. “Thank you for pouring the wine” you said, taking a sip and sighing, laying back against the soft couch.

“Long day?” Tom asked.

“Not nearly as long as yours. I can’t imagine going non-stop all day like you guys do.” You answered, turning your head to face Tom as you took another sip of wine.

“Ridiculous” he said, tapping his glass against yours. “You take care of three tiny human beings that have all of the energy and attitude of their father”, he laughed. “I’d argue that your job is harder.”

“They’re great kids. The only reason this week has been a bit tiring is because the twins are teething. Sasha seems to be getting it worse, though” you explained.

“Poor thing” Tom said.

“I know. He’s been clung to my side all week. I’m surprised Chris got him to sleep, actually. He’s been fussy at bedtime and usually ends up passing out in my arms.” You felt Tom’s arm slip from the back of the couch to your shoulders.

“Well, enjoy the break” he said, pulling you to lean into his side a bit. “Though I can’t blame him for wanting to sleep in your arms.”

You looked up at Tom. “You’ve been awfully complimentary today.”

“I’m just saying, you’ve got a wonderfully voluptuous figure, darling.” He cleared his throat. “I imagine anyone that gets to fall asleep in your embrace is going to sleep well.”

“Well, if I thought you were interested, I might just tell you to find out for yourself.” You could hear Hemsworth coming down the stairs.

“Tom, I got the spare room all set up for you so we can ride into work tomorrow. No point in going to your place since we both have to be in the make-up trailer at 7 tomorrow anyways.” Chris said, laying out on the couch across from the two of you after grabbing his wine glass. “Y/n, I checked Sasha. He’s still asleep.”

“I’m glad. Hopefully his teeth aren’t hurting him as much.” You answered.

Chris looked at how you and Tom were sat and made eye contact with Tom, raising his eyebrows and looking between the two of you. “Anything you two want to tell me?” He asked, grinning like a little kid.

“Whatever do you mean?” Tom smirked, drinking the last of his wine. “Would you like more wine, Y/n?”

“Yes, actually. Thank you.” You sipped the last of your wine, handing the glass to Tom. When he got up, you watched him walk away with a smile on your face.

When he was out of earshot, Hemsworth imitated him. “Oh, whatever do you mean?” He laughed, looking at you and waiting for some sort of response.

“I have no idea what’s gotten into him” you shrugged, unable to keep the smile from your face.

“I’d wager a bet that I know what’s gotten into him.” He looked you up and down, sipping his wine, as if to say ‘duh!’ You’d become practically family to Chris and Elsa, and unbeknownst to you they’ve always thought you and Tom would make a great pair.

“Then why now?” you asked.

Chris shrugged. “India’s big secret earlier was that she thinks uncle Tom over there thinks you’re pretty because he looks at you like I look at her mom.”

Your face softened, thinking that was the cutest damn thing you’d ever heard. “Your daughter is officially my favorite of your children. You aren’t allowed to tell the boys. Or their mother.”

Chris laughed. “But seriously…give it a chance. Trust that I know something you don’t.” He was trying to help without breaking Tom’s confidence.  

You could hear Tom walking back. You whispered, “I didn’t know I had a chance!”

“Here you go, darling.” Tom sat back down, opening his arms so you could resume your earlier position.

“Thank you” you answered, snuggling further into Tom.

The conversation went back to normal after Tom came back. The guys talked a bit about what they would be filming tomorrow, and they answered questions as you had them. Chris talked about the fact that Elsa would be coming to visit for a few days since Tom and him had two days off from filming after tomorrow.

“Y/n, Elsa will be here for 2 nights, 3 days and she wanted to make sure you knew that you didn’t need to work that whole time. You’re obviously more than welcome stay with us and keep your schedule, but she wanted you to know you could make plans.” Chris explained, knowing that you usually stayed and helped even when one of the parents was going to be around full time for a while.

“I don’t think I have any plans to make, but I’ll keep it in mind” you answered.

As the night wound down, you could feel yourself drifting off while cuddled up next to Tom. “I think I’m going to call it a night.”

“It is getting quite late” Tom responded, his hand running up and down your arm.

“Thank you two for a nice kid free night” you laughed, pulling yourself from Tom’s embrace to stand up.

Tom watched as you slightly adjusted your clothes, his eyes gazing over your body as you stretched. “The thanks should go to you, love.” He stood, grabbing the three wine glasses so that they could be rinsed in the kitchen.

“You have to stop giving me all the credit” you replied, grabbing the glasses from Tom. You leaned up and pressed a quick kiss to his cheek before taking the glasses to the kitchen.

When you were far enough away, Chris started teasing Tom. “Oh, whatever do you mean?” he repeated from earlier.

Tom threw a pillow at him, leaving the living room to find you in the kitchen. “I don’t want to startle you again” he spoke before he entered the kitchen, peeking around the corner with his hands raised.

“I didn’t even know you guys were home earlier” you laughed. Your hands were in a sink full of water, rinsing the wine glasses.

“I just wanted to come and say goodnight.” Tom walked up behind you, placing his hands gently on your hips and kissing your cheek from over your shoulder. “I hope you get some well-deserved rest.”

“You too” you answered, but he was already walking away when you turned to look at him.

When you got in your room, you felt like you were floating. Today felt crazy. Sure, you and Tom had been fast friends from the start. You’d certainly grown close, but today felt like something entirely different.

“Chris said to trust him.” You stripped out of your clothes and took the time to decompress in the shower. You towel dried your hair, threw on a pair of short spandex shorts and a baggy t shirt, and crawled into bed.

You were woken up by the baby monitor in your room. “Oh, Sasha.” You crawled out of bed and quietly made your way down the hallway. “Come here, sweetheart.” You picked Sasha up and he threw his arms around your neck. You walked back and forth, bouncing him in your arms.

“Is everything alright?” You heard Tom quietly ask from the doorway.

“I’m so sorry if he woke you” you said, feeling bad that they had a full day of shooting tomorrow.

“Don’t be” he replied, walking into the room and rubbing Sasha’s back comfortingly. “I take it his teething woke him up?”

“Must have.” You answered. “I’ll get him back to sleep if I take him to my room.” You turned to check on Tristan and he was standing up in his crib with tears running down his face.

“I’ll grab him” Tom said, moving to pick the boy up out of his crib and holding him to his chest. “What do you normally do when they both wake up?”

You couldn’t help but smile at how cute Tom was in his pajamas and glasses. “I’d take them back to my room with me. They usually fall asleep pretty quickly after that.”

“Would you like some company?” Tom asked, kind of in awe of how easily you handled the craziness of taking care of three very young children.

“I’d love some” you answered, turning and walking to your bedroom. Holding Sasha to your chest with one arm, you pulled back the blanket and crawled into your bed. You were sat up, just a bit, with the already half-asleep boy draped across your front with his head snuggled into your chest.

Tom followed suit with Tristan draped across his much leaner figure. “Come here” he said, lifting his arm so you could tuck the two of you against Tom’s side.

“I hope you aren’t too tired tomorrow” you said, feeling yourself already drifting off to sleep.

“Don’t worry about it, darling. Get some sleep.” Tom pressed a kiss to the top of your head before dozing off, himself.

You woke up to Hemsworth trying to wake Tom with the biggest grin on his face. “Brother, we need to leave in a half hour.”

Both boys were still passed out on top of the two of you. You rolled out of bed, still holding Sasha. “Let me go put Sasha in his crib and I’ll be back for Tristan.” You walked to the boy’s room and laid him down in his crib. Before you could even turn towards the door, Tom walked through with Tristan. “Good morning” you whispered.

Tom set the boy down in his crib and gestured that the two of you leave so you wouldn’t wake them back up. “Good morning, beautiful.” Tom gently closed the boy’s door and pulled you to him in a long, lazy hug.

“You’re not allowed to be charming this early in the morning.” You laughed against his chest.

“Nonsense” he said, letting his hands slowly slide to rest on your ass. “If I’m not allowed to be charming then you’re not allowed to be irresistible.”

“That road goes two ways” you said, sliding your hands under the back of his shirt and grinning up at him.

“Oh, does it?” Tom replied, dipping down to kiss your cheek before whispering “I think you should stay at mine while Elsa is here.”

“Tom!” Hemsworth whisper-yelled down the hall. “Get your hands off my nanny’s ass and get ready for work.”

You both tried to quiet your laughter as not to wake the boys back up.

“Consider it?” Tom said, releasing you and walking towards Chris to get changed and on their way.

You quickly walked to your room to brush your teeth and wash your face. You threw on a more modest pair of shorts and quickly put your bra on so you could go make the guys some coffee for the road.

Once in the kitchen, you brewed some coffee and got two travel mugs ready. You grabbed a piece of fruit and a protein bar for each of them before Tom walked in. “I hope you got enough rest”

“Actually, I feel incredible.” He said, eyeing the coffee and breakfast you’d set up for him and Chris. “I don’t think it has anything to do with rest, though, if I’m being entirely honest.”

“It must be something in the air” you blushed, ducking your head.

Tom took a step towards you. “At this point, I don’t think I could spend all day trying to pay attention to my lines and cues and such if I’m preoccupied with wondering whether or not I’ve made my feelings clear.”

You looked up at Tom, realizing this is the first time you’ve ever seen him look nervous. “Was your invitation serious?” you asked, filling the gap between you and sliding your arms around his neck.

“Very” he answered, holding you tight against him.

“Then, yes” you answered, going onto your tippy toes and pressing your lips together in a slow, gentle kiss.

“Brilliant” he breathed out, dipping back down to connect your lips once again.

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Part 2? Let me know! (I haven’t edited this so I apologize if there are errors. I’m too sleepy.)

#Tom Hiddleston #Tom Hiddleston x Reader #Tom Hiddleston x curvy reader #Tom Hiddleston Imagine

[psychewritesbs]

Chapter 159: Justice is blind + Foreshadowing from chapter 6 and JJK0?

This chapter we’re introduced to Higuruma, one of the players in the Culling Game with 100 points who Yuji and Megumi will most likely target in an attempt to add new rules to the game. 

As I mentioned before, JJK is the equivalent of Murphy’s Law on steroids and we are guaranteed for Gege to pull the rug from under our feet. For all you know, the odds that Higuruma agrees to help them without a problem are 50/50.

Onto this week’s theories... This is a long one so brace yourself.

Higuruma’s Shikigami is the stuff of nightmares

Higuruma’s Shikigami, if that’s what it is, is loaded with symbolism. Perfect for my Cursed Technique of reading between the lines and over-thinking every single detail.

What I love about Higuruma is that he is a man on a mission--sort of like a Shonen Protagonist. He is single-minded in his pursuit of saving those he sees as victims to the monster that is the Japanese legal court system.

Despite continuing to put himself on the line for the people he is trying to “save,” the oppressive system that they are part of makes it impossible for him to achieve his goals. And yet, he keeps trying to fight the beast that is the legal system even when the odds of him ever winning are .1%.

In the end, it isn’t the legal system itself that breaks him, but rather his own unwavering conviction combined with his frustration and the anger from those he promised a victory he was not able to deliver despite his greatest efforts.

The only thing granted to all is an unfair reality

Lady Justice has been depicted as blind since the 16th century. Her blindfold is meant to represent her objectivity and impartiality before the law.

But Higuruma knows that a 99.9% conviction rate is anything but objective and impartial. Keeping his “eyes open” is his desire to bring awareness to a system that is broken.

What I found interesting, however, is that while Higuruma is intent on keeping his eyes open, his Shikigami’s eyes are sewn shut, as though they are being forced shut by thread.

If there is anyone who is closest to embodying the ideal of blind justice, it is Higuruma.

This makes me wonder how we’re going to see Higuruma’s character evolve, especially as he comes across Yuji and friends.

Higuruma vs. Megumi/Yuji?

Remember I said Higuruma might be willing to help Yuji and Megumi add a rule? I don’t think that’s what’s going to happen, but it is still a possibility. He does seem like a fair (pun intended) person after all.

What’s being set up, I feel like (and I could be wrong), is a showdown between two opposing belief systems: 

Higuruma’s blind trust in serving and facilitating justice vs Megumi’s self-serving justice.

Ironically, they both 

want to save good people, 

neither considers himself to be a hero, and 

their sense of justice is self-serving... they just have different criteria for what that means

Higuruma wants to facilitate justice for people who are innocent but are victims of the Japanese Law system. He’s done the research and he believes these people to be innocent and as having done nothing wrong. 

On the other hand, Megumi wants to facilitate justice for people he cares about no matter how potentially dangerous they are (and this last bit is really important). 

I realized recently that despite Sukuna having killed a lot of people during Shibuya, Megumi has not attempted to kill him since the Cursed Womb Arc. 

Remember, Megumi has said he’s responsible for those deaths since he was the one who saved Yuji.

In addition, not only does Megumi need Yuji’s strength to save Tsumiki, but I am going to go as far as saying that Megumi cares deeply for Yuji to the point he still doesn’t want him to die even after everything that has happened up to this point.

Which begs the question, how is Higuruma going to react to Yuji’s existence?

This brings me to the possible foreshadowing from all the way back in the Cursed Womb Arc and possibly even JJK0.

Foreshadowing from chapter 6 or Crack Theory?

When I first read the new chapter I was intrigued that one of the characters Higuruma is defending as an attorney has a similar backstory to Tadashi from back in chapter 6.

Although their face structure looks similar...

The circumstances are slightly different in that Tadashi’s case involved driving without a license and Higuruma’s client was drunk driving.

But if we’re willing to suspend judgement for a minute, this is important because, if it is, in fact, Tadashi he is referring to here, then this panel just goes to show that Gege foreshadows like a boss. 

And what if that girl who got ran over happens to be Rika from JJK0? 

There isn’t necessarily concrete evidence that Tadashi is the one who ran Rika over AND I would need to look at the timeline of events more closely, but if it IS the case... talk about butterfly effect in action.

But the foreshadowing doesn’t end there. Someone pointed out that in chapter 143, Megumi tells Yuji they aren’t heroes fighting for justice and that no one can truly ever judge JJS.

So... no one can judge sorcerers, unless judging is exactly what Higuruma has been doing to rack up points...

The fact that Higuruma has 100 points tells us he’s been on a killing rampage, and from everything we see him go through in the chapter and from that look on his face in the last panel, we should not be surprised that he’s gone off the deep end.

Honestly, characters who loose their shit (hello Feral Megumi) are one of my favorite things about JJK.

I am writing all of this because it goes to show that Gege does not show you anything in his story that doesn’t have meaning in the grander scheme of things. Which leaves room for interpretation about whether Saori and Yuko will have roles moving forward.

Right along these lines, in looking for a specific line from chapter 9, I ran into this little gem:

Is this foreshadowing about Tsumiki too? 

Maybe, maybe not.

As I said before, half the fun is in going through the journey of JJK unfolding before our very own eyes, while putting the pieces together from all of the breadcrumbs Gege dropped along the way.

But the fun doesn’t end there. I am fascinated at how as a fandom we willingly get traumatized when Gege kills off everybody and their mom that you cared about, while simultaneously loving every single minute of it.

We know it’s coming, and we’re there for it.

That’s Gege’s Cursed Technique for you... he gives you what you didn’t know you wanted.

Gege setting up the stage for madness

All in all, Gege has been painstakingly setting the stage for the madness that is to come during the Culling Game and the hype just keeps on escalating. If the Culling Game arc is anything like Shibuya, we can expect, again, Murphy’s Law in full effect. 

I was chatting with @darthdutton​ about how I started reading the Shibuya Arc only a few months ago and therefore I did not get to experience it as it was unfolding. 

It makes me so happy that I now get to experience the Culling Game as it happens and I am both so distraught and excited for whatever comes our way.

And when I say “whatever comes our way” I mean that I trust Gege to continue to surprise me.

I am here for the hype but I stay for the story

I loved this chapter! 

I thought it was the f*cking bomb.com because you can see Gege starting to tie loose ends from possible foreshadowing he shared at the beginning of the story. 

Plus, we got to see his story-telling skills in action as he creates yet another relatable character.

I truly admire Gege as a writer--the fact that he can come up with a story on a week-to-week basis, execute on it, create very human and relatable characters, set up foreshadowing all the way back at the beginning, and drop breadcrumbs along the way is just mind-blowing to me.

God, I love Jujutsu Kaisen.

Anyways... this was a bit long but I just felt like I had a lot to say about this seemingly insignificant chapter. Hope you enjoyed it, and as always, I am looking forward to hearing your thoughts on it! 

#jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen manga #jujutsu kaisen spoilers #god i love jujutsu kaisen #jjk theory #jjk ch 159 #fushiguro megumi #megumi fushiguro #yuji itadori #Itadori yuji #gege akutami #okkotsu yuta

[cosmic-acee]

Here have a goddamn list of "musical songs explained in crack" because its 1 in the morning and I'm bored and i caNT SLEEP(contains spoilers and the "the pants song" one is based on the bootleg-)

Falsettos:

Four jews in a room bitching: biTCH BITCH BITCH BITCH BITCH BITCH

A tight-knit family: he divorced his wife he left his child and ran off with a friend

Love is blind: HIS NAME IS MENDEL AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

The thrill of first love: Gay gay homosexual gay

Marvin at the psychiatrist: a three-part mini opera: mendel is bad at his job part one

My father's a homo: trina is not thrilled at all.

Everyone tells Jason to see a psychiatrist: geT THEE TO A PSYCHIATRIST

This had better come to a stop: act 1 marvin is the worst person ever part one

I'm breaking down: local woman has a breakdown while making a banana carrot surprise

Please come to our house: exorcise a deVIIIIIIIIIIL cause it inhabits marvin's son

Jason's therapy: local kid is scared he's gay

A marriage proposal: mendel is bad at proposals

A tight-knit family reprise : whose side are you on???

Trina's song: *trina sings about how she's tired of happy men who rule the world* marvin, jason, mendel, whizzer: this is so sad, alexa play march of the falsettos

March of the falsettos: BEHOLD, THE "I'M NEVER LEAVING YOUR THOUGHTS I WILL BE HERE FOR ETERNITY" SONG

Trina's song reprise: s h e ' s b r e a k i n g d o w n , g e t h e r a p s y c h i a t r i s t

The chess game: act 1 marvin is the worst person ever part two

Making a home: THE POOR DOG

The games i play: we worship andrew rannells in this house.

Marvin hits trina: ACT 1 MARVIN IS THE WORST PERSON EVER PART THREE, THE END

I never wanted to love you: you fucked uo marvin

Father to son: okay that dialed it down a little.

Falsettoland/about time: FINALLY GROW THE HELL UP MARVIN | WOOOOOOO SPIKY LESBIANS

Year of the child: if this song isn't how your family reacts to some big event that involves you i dont know anymore

Miracle of judaism: ...at least he's not gay-

The baseball game: WHIZZER RETURNS LOOKIN LIKE A GAY ICON

A day in falsettoland: mendel is bad at his job part two | mARVinS baCK wiTh wHizzEr | NOUVELLE. BAR MITZVAH. CUISINE. SHE'S BEEN PRACTICING. | 1234 1234 1234

Everybody hates his parents: HE'S A PSYCHIATRIST GET LOST

What more can i say?: good song. the last happy song you will ever get in this musical

Something bad is happening: oh shit oH SHIT

More racquetball: oh look tears

Holding to the ground: local woman tries not to feel bad

Days like this: the almost is there for a reason

Cancelling the bar mitzvah: "jason we cant be certain if he'll ever get better" oh look my heart shattered

Unlikely lovers: MORE TEARS

Another miracle of judaism: PLEASE MAKE HIS FRIEND STOP DYING

Something bad is happening reprise: OH WOW MARVIN HAS IT TOO HAHAHA I AM NOT FINE

You gotta die sometime: damn the tears are back

Jason's bar mitzvah: MORE GODDAMN TEARS

What would i do?: WhEN ARE THEY GONNA STOP FUCKING SPILLING

Falsettoland reprise: CRY YOUR EYES OUT WHERE IS THE AWARD FOR THIS MUSICAL

Be More Chill:

Jeremy's theme: sci-fi noises

More than survive: ccccmon ccccmon go go

I love play rehearsal: christine is amazing. thats it theres no crack thats just a true statement

The Squip song: IT'S FROM JAPAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNN

Two player game: someone called for gay energy?

The Squip enters: screaming

Be more chill pt. 1: j e s u s c h r i s t

Do you wanna ride: piiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINK BERRY

Be more chill pt. 2: ah yes bribery

More than survive reprise: no masturbating you horny fucking twink

A guy that I'd kinda be into: LOL IT AINT YOU JEREMY

The Squip lurks: sci-fi noises 2.0

Upgrade: JEREMIAH FUCKING HEERE DID YOU JUST LEAVE YOUR ONE REAL FRIEND FOR A FUCKING TIC TAC

Halloween: THE CHOREOGRAPHY OF THIS SONG IS JUST👌

Do you wanna hang: GET AWAY FROM HIM CHLOE

Michael in the bathroom: ah yes the most relatable song in this musical

The smartphone hour: rICH SET A FIRE CUZ HES TOTALLY GAY

The pitiful children: lets go nano drug the school

The pants song: w h a a a a a a a t ?

The play: MICHAEL MAKES AN ENTRANCE

Voices in my head: wE UN-NANO DRUGGED THE SCHOOL

Six the Musical:

Ex-Wives: HER-STORY

No way: bitch nO✋

Don't lose ur head: 👏👏👏

Heart of stone: what's worse than a broken heart?

Haus of holbein: *screaming with a German accent*

Get down: BOW TO YOUR FUCKING SUPERIOR

All you wanna do: katherine deSERVED BETTER

I don't need your love: FUCK YOU HENRY

Six: GO FUCK YOUSELF HENRY THEY DON'T NEED YOU

#falsettos #be more chill #six the musical #i am what the kids call ✨mentally unstabl✨ #and ✨sleep deprived✨ #i am sorry #not sorrh #not sorry at all

[maddiwrites]

The Hybrid (Prologue)

Pairing: JJ x Reader

Summary: The Pogues rekindle their friendship with their old childhood best friend and JJ’s first crush, Y/N. Old feelings resurface for JJ and Y/N, possibly leading to a summer neither one of them could ever forget. Due to past trauma, Y/N is reluctant to let anyone into her heart, but JJ never backs down from a challenge, even if he knows it will come back to haunt him in the end.

Note: So happy to be back with another series!!! I honestly really missed posting. Unlike Secrets of the Shore, updates will be slower because I don’t have them all written out yet. A couple things I wanted to let you know before you read. I based Y/N’s family off of Gilmore Girls. I thought they were the perfect fit for this story and the show in general and I just love their dynamic. (Including Luke who I renamed Steve for obvious reasons). Chapter 1 will explain more obviously but I wanted to give you guys a little snippet of the characters and relationships. So let me know what y'all think!

Word Count: 3.3k

Outer Banks. Paradise on Earth. It's the sort of place where you either have two jobs or two houses. Two tribes, one island. As you know, the Outer Banks is essentially divided into two groups. If we want to be blunt - it’s the rich and the poor. Figure Eight is home to the rich. Aka the Kooks. With houses bigger than necessary with extra rooms that go untouched, boats the size of homes on the Cut - the other side of the island. Most people who live on Figure Eight are your naturally raised assholes. People who don’t know the value of a dollar and take advantage of people who do most of their dirty work that lets them prance around the island with perfectly manicured fingernails. These hard workers are the Pogues. They live on the south side of the island where most Kooks wouldn’t be found dead. They serve fancy meals at the country club for shitty tips, mow lawns, and work their asses off at any other job for minimum wage. The drastic difference in lifestyles tend to cause many spats and arguments between the two communities. Especially between the teenagers who still don’t know how to control their raging emotions or know when to bite back their tongue. For the Kooks, every fight is a fight for dominance where as the Pogues fight for equality - to put the Kooks in their place. Many of these fights happen at summer parties where the two groups clash to find a good time with their friends filled with alcohol, drugs, and good music.

That’s where they find themselves tonight. The infamous Pogues. John B, JJ, Kie, Pope, and now Sarah Cameron. Although born a natural Kook, she’s earned her spot next to the adventurous teens and her boyfriend. Unlike her brother Rafe who basically is the leader of his notorious group. Topper and Kelce are his best friends who follow him blindly.

The Pogues watch them from their spot surrounding the keg. Kie purses her lips in distaste as the boys cat call for the ladies around them. Somehow most of them finding it flattering. Sarah sips on her beer to hide her embarrassment, often wondering how she and her brother grew up to be so different. Pope and John B stay mostly disinterested, only worried if they try to make a pass at an unwilling girl or fire a degrading comment at their short tempered friend. JJ Maybank is known around the island for his trouble making behavior. Usually if he gets in trouble for fights, no one ever asks who the other people were in the scuffle. Because if JJ Maybank is in the fight, he’s the one who started it, right? Wrong. In fact, JJ usually is never the one to start it. He’s good at keeping his head down and only speaking when spoken to when it comes to the Kooks - the only form of advice worth taking from his father. But his short temper is something the Kooks his age loved to take advantage of because they liked getting a rise out of him. It was like an adrenaline rush.

Luckily, tonight both groups were keeping their distance, either only talking to each other or random Tourons that have found their way to the party. This is usually JJ’s favorite part of a boneyard party. Finding his one fish in a sea of many that he can reel in just for the night and never have to worry about seeing them again.

He has his eyes set on a beautiful blonde making her way to the bonfire when all of a sudden Kie’s voice pulls him out of his trance.

“What’s she doing here?”

JJ follows her line of vision, spotting you walking down the wooden steps that lead to the beach, pulling your best friend behind you by his wrist. He first notices your smile and how it brightens up your entire face. Then of course his eyes scan down your slim but athletically toned body. You’re wearing a pair of jean shorts and a cropped white T shirt that says UNC across the chest. Who knew someone could look so good without even trying?

Well JJ did. He’s known it for a while.

“Careful. I think you’re drooling,” John B whispers in his best friend’s ear.

JJ pushes him away and mutters, “Shut up. No I’m not.”

But maybe he was.

Y/N Y/L/N is a unique resident of the island. Unlike majority of the island, she doesn’t fall in either Kook or Pogue category. She’s what everyone calls the Hybrid.

People who work hard for what they have but haven’t fallen to be Pogue status. Quite literally living in the middle in a place they call the Crest.

Your story is well versed among the gossipers of the island (which tends to be just about everybody).  And mainly that’s because of who your grandparents are.  Claude and Doris Y/L/N. Two of the riches people on the island, living in a three story house on the beach. Many people fear them, others envy them. Most feel both. Even Ward Cameron walks on egg shells around them, which is quite often, considering he works for Claude. They’re the kind of people who have never heard of Barefoot wine or Walmart. They keep their noses up and turn a blind eye to the suffering communities around them. Thirty four years ago, Doris gave birth to a daughter that couldn’t be more opposite than them. Lorelai Y/L/N was a wild child. A rule breaker. She snuck out at nights, dated boys her parents would never approve of, dabbled in breaking the law here and there. It didn’t matter how many times her parents disciplined her. She always managed to make her parents’ life a living hell. 

No one was surprised when word got passed around that Lorelai had gotten pregnant at eighteen. Although it was with another Kook, she brought shame upon her family name when she refused to get an abortion, even when her mom tried dragging her by her hair. 

Lorelai risked everything by running away from her parents’ home in the middle of a windy night. With only one suitcase, the baby daddy out of the picture, and less than a grand in her pocket, she managed to make a life for herself on the South side of the island. She worked two jobs, found an affordable apartment for cheap rent, and managed to save some money before her babies were born.

Yes, babies. As in more than one. Five months after running away from home, she gave birth to twin girls and they instantly became her entire life. With the help of her best friend Steve, who she met one month after being on her own, meeting him at his automotive shop when she very much literally rolled her junky car into the garage, she raised you and your sister on the Cut. The two of you are her greatest accomplishment. Every now and then, she mentally throws up a middle finger to everybody who doubted her, proud of who the two of you have become. 

Right before you turned ten, your mom took a business risk and opened her own Cafe. The Bikini Beans cafe, very popular amongst both Kooks and Pogues. The business did so well that she was able to move the three of you out of your shitty apartment into a beautiful one story home with three bedrooms in between the Cut and Figure Eight, aka the Crest, the summer going into your freshman year.

You actually used to be best friends with John B Routledge, JJ Maybank, and Pope Heyward. It was easier being friends with them than the girls, finding more joy in sports and rough housing than makeup and gossip. 

Doing the same summer that you moved, your mom pulled you out of Kildare County High and placed you in Outer Banks Private Academy. Aka Kook Academy. Around this time, your grandparents had also become more involved in your life, and you wondered if they had somehow bribed your mom into forcing you to transfer schools. You tried asking her during one of your many fights that started with you begging her to keep you at Kildare County High, but she quickly shut you down and told you to be grateful. That was ironic coming from the woman who ran away from the people giving her an expensive high school career. 

You had no choice but to do what your grandparents wanted and attend Kook Academy. Making friends was a lot harder there than it was in Kildare County High. You managed to make one friend in your freshman year. Andre Cortez. Due to an incident a couple years back, you built thick walls and Andre was the only one able to break them down. You were grateful for your friendship, but hanging out with him was nothing like hanging out with the Pogues. 

When you transferred schools, you lost touch with the Pogues slowly. Your life became busy with school and playing dress up for your grandparents and the boys were starting to work. Eventually all contact was cut and ever since, you’ve felt a void in your heart.

“Look,” You tell Andre. “I told you I would be your wing woman and I’m not backing down from what could possibly be the most important role in my life.”

You didn’t notice the Pogues or any of the stares around you. It’s true you’re not much of a party girl. I mean, you’ll go out here and there, have a drink or two, but you felt more comfortable at places where you weren’t surrounded by drunk and horny teenagers. 

“He’s probably not even here,” Andre says. He’s trying to look nonchalant but you notice the way his eyes dance from face to face of the people around him. 

“He told you he was going to be here, right?” You ask him with one brow raised. Andre nods. “Then, we’ll find him.”

Sarah and Kie never made any effort to talk to you at school, but to be fair, neither have you. You’ve heard mixed reviews, some people call them spoiled brats, ungrateful...some even go as far as calling them ‘The Cut Sluts.’ Of course you never take any of those things to heart. You can’t judge a book but it's cover. Plus, they’re friends with your old best friends. They can’t be that bad for John B and JJ and Pope to be hanging out with them, right?

“You think she'll come over here?” Kie asks. No one’s ever said it out loud, but her friends wonder if deep down, Kie was a little jealous of you. Because you were their first real girl friend. You were the first girl they ever let in and opened their heart too. That was a tough pill for Kie to swallow when she originally thought she was that girl. Of course the boys don’t like you any more than Kie and vice versa. But sometimes Kie wishes she could have grown up with the boys the same way you had. 

“Probably not. Unless she’s drinking,” Pope says and motions towards the keg they’re near. 

“I have an idea,” John B says and fills up a red solo cup. He hands it to JJ. “Why don’t you go offer her a cup.”

JJ snags the cup out of John B’s hand and glares at him. “Fuck off, dude.” 

“Do you guys ever see her around at school?” Pope asks the girls.

Sarah shrugs. “Not really. She doesn’t really get a long with my old group of friends.”

Kie rolls her eyes. “No one gets along with your old group of friends.”

Sarah playfully shoves Kie by the shoulder and they laugh. 

“I heard she turned down Raymond Easterling a couple weeks ago and he didn’t take it very well,” Pope says, remembering the words he heard from the kids in his class roaming the school hallways. 

Raymond goes to Kildcare County High with the Pogues. He’s known to be a trouble maker and a class clown. He works with JJ at the country club. The kid can make JJ laugh sometimes, but he wouldn’t necessarily say he likes him all that much. He can be an arrogant asshole with an ego bigger than it should be.

“She turns down everybody,” Sarah says. “Some people at my school call her ‘The Heart Sucker’ because she can pull people in with the snap of her fingers and break their heart just as quickly.”

Something stirred in the pit of JJ’s stomach.

“Hey! Where you going?” John B calls out to JJ who’s making his way deeper into the sea of people on the beach. 

“Taking advantage of a good boneyard party, my friend,” JJ calls back and slugs the rest of his beer. Looking left and right, he searches for the blonde he had eyes on earlier. Because right now, he needed a distraction. 

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ 

The party starts to die down a little after midnight. Some people leave to find another party, some are passed out in the back of their cars, and others had already found what they were looking for - someone to leave with. 

The boneyard party wasn’t as bad as you expected it to be. You had found a couple of kids from your school who were nice enough to make small talk with you while Andre left to find a guy named Devon, a Touron he’s been talking to who’s renting for the entire summer. 

Now you’re waiting for Andre to come back so the two of you can walk home. You find comfort under a slanted palm tree towards the back of the beach, scrolling through random apps on your phone to pass the time.

“Y/N?” You look up from you phone and smile when you see your former best friend inching closer to you, squinting in the dark to see if it’s really you. 

“Maybank? What are you still doing here?” You stand up and pat the sand off your hands on you thighs. 

Your heart skips a beat in your chest when you look at him. He’s beautiful. Lucious blonde hair, perfectly tanned skin, piercing blue eyes. You always knew JJ was going to grow up to be gorgeous. He was cute when he was younger. At least you always thought so. 

“I was just leaving, but I thought I saw you sitting here and wanted to make sure you were all right.” He knows it’s not like you to stay this late at a party, especially all by yourself. When he first saw you sitting there, he didn’t know if he should say something. Mostly due to nerves of seeing you again. But the other Pogues had already left and he didn’t trust anyone else at the party to be near you alone late at night. It didn’t matter if you were sober or not. 

“Aw. Was JJ Maybank worried about me?” You tease. Talking to him felt easy. As if you never stopped being friends. A few years ago, you and JJ had the best banter. Despite constantly bickering back and forth, John B always swore the two of you would get married one day. The two of you just always clicked like a natural connection. And even now, when only seeing each other every now and then for a few minutes at a time, it felt normal. You smirk when JJ rolls his eyes. “I’m kidding. Yeah, I’m okay. Just waiting for my friend to come back from his little rendezvous,” You say. 

JJ nods. “Did you have a good time? I feel like I never you see at these things.”

“Yeah. Parties aren’t really my thing. But Andre was nervous to meet this guy he’s been talking to for a little while so I came for moral support.”

“Looks like he didn’t need much of the support.”

You shrug. “It’s better that way, anyway. I don’t mind waiting for him. What about you?”

“What about me?” 

“Did you have a good time tonight? I hear your quite the ladies’ man at these things.”

“Come on, Sparky. You know better than to believe everything you hear.”

Your face lights up at the mention of your old nickname. You use to always be busting out the seams with energy. On days where the boys just wanted to chill and play video games, you would drag them to the park for a game of kick ball. Or when they wanted to sleep in after a long week, you showed up at 8 am to drag them out of bed to catch the morning waves. So one day JJ started calling you Sparky, and it stuck with the rest of your little gang. You always pretended to hate it, but secretly you loved it. 

“Oh I don’t believe everything I hear. I do, however, believe what I see. And your arm around that tall blonde in the little black dress looked quite convincing.”

You first saw JJ at the party when he was making his way to the pretty girl by the water. Your teeth involuntarily clenched and there was a twisted feeling in your stomach you couldn’t shake whenever you looked at them. 

In that instant, JJ felt grateful for the dark sky. He felt the rush of heat rise up his neck to his cheeks before he could stop it. He knew the motivation to see that girl was because of you. He just wished you never saw it. But he didn’t know why. 

“I walked her home. She wasn’t my type,” JJ plays it off. 

“I didn’t realize you had a type,” You giggle, but a small part felt relieved to hear this. “So what is it? Your type?”

Hybrids with a Pogue attitude, bright smile, beautiful eyes, and a mouth that could make any sailor turn around, JJ thought. 

“I don’t know. Haven’t figured it out yet.”

You roll your eyes playfully. “Well, when you figure it out let me know.”

“Why? So you can transform into my ideal girl?” He teases.

Now you’re the one thankful for the dark sky. “In your dreams, Maybank. But so far, I do have the perfect wing-woman track record, so if you needed help -”

“I don’t think I need any help in that department. Thank you very much.”

You throw your hands up in fake surrender. “Ooo. Touchy subject.”

JJ rolls his eyes at the same time your phone pings with a text message. You pull it out of your shorts pocket and open the text from Andre, telling you to leave without him because he’s gonna stay out late with Devon and won’t know what time he’s going to be done.

“Everything all right?” JJ says, watching you read the message.

You lock your phone and stuff it in your back pocket again. “Like I said. Perfect wing-woman track record.”

“That was Andre?” 

“Yeah. He’s most likely not coming home tonight.”

“Lucky bastard.”

“At least one of us is,” You joke. 

JJ’s grin slightly falters but you don’t catch it. You have no idea how much he wishes the two of you could be equally as lucky. Together. 

“Well, I should probably go,” You say and bend down to grab your flip flops.

“Let me walk you home,” JJ offers. 

“Oh no. It’s okay -”

“You’re cute. It’s wasn’t up for debate. I’m not letting you walk back by yourself.”

You scoff lightly. “I’ll be fine.”

“Just humor me.”

You roll your eyes and smirk but choose not to argue. In fact, you’re excited to spend more time with JJ. It’s been so long.

“Fine.”

“And here I thought you might’ve grown out of your stubborn phase by now.”

You shove him playfully by the shoulder. “Shut up!”

And just like that, it felt like old times.

#jj fanfiction #jj maybank #jj maybank imagine #jj mayback x reader #jj maybank imagines #jj maybank x reader #outer banks imagine #outer banks fic #obx imagine #obx fic #jj maybank one shot

[pmitchell]

everybody wants a happy ending | ch. 01

summary: It has been a year since Tony died as a hero defeating Thanos. While world slowly recovers from the repercussions, Y/N and her daughter is having a hard time moving on. Being Tony Stark’s daughter has its perks, though. Like access to a time machine that allows her to maybe save her father?

warnings: mentions of death, grieving, trauma, and spoilers of Avengers: Endgame if you haven’t watched it

pairings: Tony Stark x fem!reader x daughter Stark

word count: 1,554 (6 minutes reading time)

author’s notes: I’ve had this idea since watching Endgame and seeing Steve growing old with Peggy, but watching Doctor Strange in the Multiverse of Madness reassured me of the plot and I’m so excited to finally write this. If you have any feedback, please let me know. My ask box is always open! I tried to keep the whole time machine mechanism as close to Endgame as possible, but because of the plot there’s gonna be a loophole on that part, I hope you don’t mind. I also thought of naming the daughter Morgan, but Morgan had more connections to Pepper. So I changed it to Adaline with Addie as nickname, you’ll find out why in the following chapters 😉

“Hey, kiddo!” Happy’s voice boomed across the spacious building. His arms were outstretched as if he owned the entire place, encouraging the six-year-old girl next to you to come and give him a hug. Though at the level of involvement Happy now has in Tony’s absence as you get back on your feet, he might as well be considered the owner of the current Avengers Facility you are in.

Addie let go of your hand and jumped into Happy’s arms, giggling and squeezing the man as if they hadn’t just seen each other yesterday.

“What did you learn in school today?” Happy asked.

“Adding and subtracting!” She answered enthusiastically.

“Well, that shouldn’t be too hard, right?” He asked, knowing well that the little girl must have inherited her father’s penchant for math and sciences.

You watched them with a smile, specifically observing the smile and radiance in your little girl’s eyes. The two of you had been having a hard time moving on after Tony’s death a year ago; constantly missing him around the house. So to see Addie in such good mood and maybe forgetting her own grief for a while brought you a smidgen of joy.

“Alright, sweetie, I have some things to discuss with Uncle Happy, so why don’t you go play for a while? After that we can go get lunch. What do you say?” you said to her, eager to start the meeting so you can get back home to the comforts of your little cabin.

“Cheeseburgers?” She quipped excitedly.

You chuckled, “Okay. But that’s it for this week, okay?”

“Okay, Mommy!” She hopped off Happy’s arms and ran off to leave the two of you.

“Stay in the lobby, Addie!” Happy called out, watching her skip away.

Addie Stark was born to two of the most ambitious, smart, and somewhat stubborn people. You and Tony had a love story worthy of a novel or a Netflix TV show where the two main characters were born into success and wealth; with you inheriting your parents’ company and Tony inheriting his. Initially, you hated each other’s guts. 

Or at least, you hated Tony and his penchant for showing off, mouthing off, and sleeping his way across the world with any attractive women he could lay his eyes on. The main reason he vexed you was because he thought he could do to you what he did to those women. It showed you how low he thinks of you.

“I’m sorry to break it to you, Mr. Stark, but my self-esteem and dignity is priced higher than a glass of champagne and a bad pickup line,” you once said to him, causing his confidence to waver a little bit. That started his mission of persistently seducing you into bed and as a result your growing annoyance.

Addie strayed away and walked into a large room whose doors should probably have been closed to keep curiosities at bay, but whoever was in charge made the mistake of leaving it wide open.  

“Wow,” she whispered in astonishment.

She was there when Tony built the time machine after sneaking off from bed and into his lab back at home, in hopes of getting another juice pop before bed. She saw the machine’s digital blueprint, so she knew what it roughly looks like, but she never imagined for it to be this huge.

She knew she was supposed to stay in the lobby, but it got boring really quick when there is only a sofa and some papers she could scribble on with a boring lead pencil. The little girl stepped onto the monitor and pushed a few buttons, giggling at the sounds. Something was starting to happen at the center of the time machine. Curious, Addie walked to the center and blinked. When she opened her eyes, she was no longer at the Avengers Facility, but rather standing on the sidewalk of…Manhattan?

She heard the familiar whooshing sound above her head and immediately looked up to see the red-gold Iron Man suit zipping between buildings. Everybody around her gasped and exclaimed at the sudden appearance of the Tony Stark.

“Daddy!” Addie shouted out, running past people to catch up with him, but he was gone in a blink of an eye. Addie pouted, reality dawning on her that it could not have been her father, because he was gone, and that her mother would be so angry to find out that she has strayed too far from the lobby.

Addie looked around, trying to find her way back, but she had only been in Manhattan a handful of times, and she was always sitting in a car. She didn’t know how to get back to the facility. That was when her eyes landed on a picture of her father on the front page of a newspaper. Addie picked it up and looked at the top right corner to see the date 23 Sep- Semptember? 2009. The last four digits seem to jump at her.

Uh oh.

“Can I help ya, kid?” The man at the newspaper stand asked grumpily. Addie looked up at him, teary-eyed and lips quivering. “Oh come on, now, don’t cry,” he softened. “Where’s your mom?” He asked.

“I don’t know. I’m lost,” Addie admitted. “Her name is Y/N Y/L/N. Do you know her?” You asked. You knew your parents were famous, of course, especially now that you saw your dad’s face plastered on most of the newspaper the man was selling.

“Whoa, Y/N Y/L/N has a kid? Wonder why none of these gossip tabloids wrote about it yet,” he chuckled. “Well, I don’t know her personally, but I do know that’s her office right there,” he pointed at a building across the street.

“That one with the door that is spinning around?” Addie asked.

“Yep. Saw her walk into it every morning. In fact, I saw her this morning too,” he shrugged as if it was no big deal that he sees someone famous every morning.

“Okay, thank you!” Addie turned around fast and ran towards the zebra cross a few feet away.

“Hey! Do ya need me to walk ya?” The man shouted from behind her.

“No, that’s okay!” Addie shouted back as the light turned red and she immediately ran across the street, way ahead of the other pedestrians.

Addie slipped into the large lobby and looked around. People were too engrossed in their own conversations or phone calls to notice the little girl still in her school uniform and backpack. No matter how many times Addie tried to tug or tap someone to ask them if they know where her mother was, she was constantly getting ignored. 

“Another Tony Stark party? Honestly, does this man have nothing better to do?” 2009-you asked your assistant sarcastically. The urge to call him and tell him to stop sending you invitations is skyrocketing by now.

“Mommy!” Addie shouted, hugging your thighs because that was as far as she could reach with you wearing your high heels. Something present you never really wore anymore since you were pregnant with Addie.

You almost fell back, but thank goodness you had great balance.

“Uh…hi there. Who are you?” You asked, a little bit confused as you hugged the girl back with uncertainty. You looked around to check if someone looked like they were missing a kid.

“It’s Addie, Mommy,” she looked up at you.

Your brows furrowed, that’s twice that she has called you that now. “I’m sorry, what do you mean?” You asked gently as you squatted down to her level.

“I played with Daddy’s time machine and now I’m here. I don’t know how to get back,” she frowned, tears filling her brown eyes.

“A time machine?” You repeated, incredulous. You know that advanced science has been showing up ever since Tony Stark came back from Afghanistan and created his obnoxious red and gold suit, but a time machine still felt like science fiction to you.

“Yes, the really big one Uncle Happy showed me but he said I cannot touch,” Addie’s lips quivered.

“Happy? As in Happy Hogan, Tony Stark’s bodyguard?”

“Yes!” Addie lit up.

“Okay, is this some kind of joke Tony is trying to play with me? Did he pay you or buy you something?” You asked, careful not to hurt the little girl’s feelings but clearly fuming that Tony is even going through all these length to mess with you after you clearly insisted that he stop.

“No, Mommy. It’s really Addie,” the girl frowned again. “See?” She pulled out a necklace that was hidden behind her shirt collar and showed you the same dainty necklace that dangles on your neck right now. She then pulled the tag on her backpack and turned it to show you the writings on it.

Adaline Emeraude Stark

Daughter of Tony & Y/N Stark

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Day 3 - Identities

Day1 - Day2 - Day3 - Day4

Marinette had been living with the waynes for over a month now. The reason? Tom and Sabine sent her away to her biological father. Apparently To Dupain was not her biological, but Bruce Wayne was.

Marinette had a sliver of hope, A really, really thin one. Which had faltered by the month.

Marinette had defeated Hawk Moth with Chat Noir. Apparently Plagg found the brooches along with two sleeping kwamis accidentally. At night when Gabriel and Natalie were asleep, He had stolen the miraculous. On the patrol that night, Chat had told her that the miraculous were right under their noses. He gave her the two brooches and told her that Plagg had found the brooches in his father’s study. He told her that Gabriel was Hawk moth and Natalie was Mayura. Then he de-transformed and handed her the ring saying that he wanted to continue his life as a civilian.

Later that week it was announced that Chat noir found out who Hawk Moth was and he had stolen the miraculous at night. He then said that Gabriel and Natalie were the Villians. He then revealed himself saying that he was innocent, and he had no idea that his father was Hawk moth. Marinette had thought that with Hawkmoth gone she could beat Lila, But no, it Backfired. That was the reason she was Shipped off. Like an object. She was replaced just like an object.

Her only wish was to die. But she had tried to do that multiple times. Someone always managed to save her. So no, that option was unavailable. She had thought that she would finally be able to die in Gotham by sucide, But no, Selina, Cassandra or Jason always managed to save her.

By now she had started to see the woman as a mother figure. The Waynes hated her. They didn’t even listen to her side of the story. Only Cass and Jason had seen that there was more to the story. Selina and Alfred too, of course. The waynes saw her with disgust. They laid out certain rules.

And of course she figured out they were Bat family. She may not be from Gotham, but she wasn’t certainly stupid. She had to admit, The Waynes were really good at hiding the Batfam thingy. But what gave them away? Misplaced Batarangs by Tim. Then Tikki had also found the cave. She wasn’t stupid, Clark Kent and Bruce Wayne were good friends and certainly Batman and Superman. The people of Justice league stopped by often at the Manor too.

Speaking of the Justice League, They had given her an offer to join the League, but she declined. They had given her a satellite phone for emergencies to contact the league. They had praised her high and low. Batman was even Concerned for her when he found out her age range. Concerned! If they knew that Ladybug was their new sibling who was claimed to be a bully, she’d be declared a threat and her take Miraculous away.

Her routine was the same. Wake up. Eat breakfast in silence as she was being glared at. Study something. Do commissions while talking to her boyfriend, Luka and the others. Eat Lunch while being glared at. Study the Grimoire with Alfred. Sketch some designs while talking to Selina and Cass. Draw illustrations while Jason talks. Eat dinner in Silence. Stay up till 3 am doing commissions. Sleep.

Last week she had introduced Luka to Cass, Selina, Jason and Alfred. It went really well. Especially when Jason found out he was Jagged Stone’s son.

She was thinking how she could step up her game with the Waynes. In her thoughts she didn’t see Selina coming in.

“What are you thinking about Kitten ?” Selina asks, seeing the half sketched dress.

“Gah! Selina don’t scare me like that! Anyway I was thinking, ``What do I do to annoy the waynes?” Marinette asks the Master of scheming Cat-woman.

“Hmm, what about going to your true self? Being in headphones, ignoring them, Snide answers, and stuff like that?” Selina says thoughtfully.

“Selina, that's brilliant! You’re the best Mom!” Marinette says. She covers her mouth with her hand realizing what she said.

“Aww, Com’ere Kit. I love you.” Selina says softly.

“You’re not mad?” Marinette hesitantly asks.

“Of course not!” She says.

“You’ll be more of a mother than Sabine will ever be to me.” Marinette says with a small voice and hugs the older woman.

Then the Chaos was unleashed. Whenever the Waynes wanted to ask her something she’d ignore them and she always had her headphones on.

- - - - - - - -

“Marinette, tell me why did you hurt the poor girl?” Bruce asks in a stern voice. Of course Mari didn’t hear him because of the blaring music.

“Marinette, Why did you hurt the poor girl?” Bruce asks again, obviously annoyed.

“MARINETTE-” He was cut off from Alfred of course.

“If I may Master Bruce,” he says, earning a nod. He gently taps the girl’s shoulder. Marinette moves her hair away and removes her Airpod. The music is loud enough for everybody to hear.Meanwhile Bruce flushes in embarrassment. “Miss, Your father wants to ask you something.” Marinette nods. She turns to her Father.

“What?” She asks.

“I asked, Why did you hurt the poor girl marinette, around two months ago?” He asks, patience bearing thin.

“Oh? I didn’t know that I could make a clone of myself and Send one to the fencing class and the other to beat her up at the Seine?” She says in a bored tone. Jason and Cass, not being able to hold their laughter any longer, burst out laughing.

Later that night they checked her attendance, sure enough she was in the fencing class.

- - - - - -

One day Marinette got a call from the Justice league, Stating an emergency. She quickly transformed to Ladybug and Portalled to the Watchtower.

“Ladybug, welcome to the Watchtower,” Wonder Woman welcomed, standing at the head of a group of heroes. Interestingly enough, Batman and all of his brood were among them. Nightwing, Red Robin, Black Bat, and Robin and the others.

“Wonder Woman,” she greeted back. “What’s the problem?”

“Your former partner has been kidnapped.”

Ladybug’s face turned pale, but she took a deep breath instead of panicking. “What do we know?”

“Ra’s al Ghul has taken the former Chat Noir in an attempt to convince the Guardian of the Miraculous to turn over the jewels to him,” Batman reported.

Her face turned up into a snarl. “The League of Assassins,” she spat.

They were surprised that she knew Ra’s. But they hid it well.

“I take it you understand why we cannot allow the Miraculous to be surrendered to his control,” Batman continued.

Wonder Woman stepped in before Ladybug could reply. “Ladybug, we need you to tell us who the Guardian is so that we may protect them.”

Ladybug let out a cold laugh. Shivers ran down everyone’s spine. “Wonder Woman, you misunderstand. The Order of the Miraculous is all but dead. I’m all that’s left. You want the Grand Guardian of the Miraculous?” She spread her arms wide. “You’re looking at her. And Ra’s al Ghul can have them over my dead body. ”

The gathered heroes looked stunned. “Now where is Adrien?”

Red robin started, recovering first. “You’re not going alone.”

“You’re right,” Ladybug cut in. “I’m not. I’m gathering my team.”

“What Red Robin meant to say is that Batman and his assembled partners are going with you,” Wonder Woman soothed. “They have experience dealing with Ra’s and would be a great asset.”

“I’ll be back in ten minutes, at the most.” She said. Everyone nodded. She portalled away to gather her team.

Five minutes later a portal opened and stepped out Honey bee, Dragoness and Cobra in the Glory. The portal snapped shut when Ladybug entered.

“This is not enough! We’re dealing with Ra’s al Ghul and the league here!” Ladybug said. “We need her. She’s the last resort if we lose!” Dragoness exclaimed. The Justice league was confused. Who were they talking about?

“You’re right. Bee, you’re the only one who knows where she is. You’re her best friend. I can't find her in all of paris!” Ladybug asks, turning to Honey bee.

“You’re right, I do. It’ll be easy to find her. She’ll be in her room. She’s always Isolated, so don’t worry about getting caught.” Honey Bee answers.

“Isolation! I thought I told her to Socialize!” Ladybug exclaims.

“Yeah, but her family treats her like a pariah except some people. But Ladybug I don’t know if she’ll be able to fight.” Honey bee says.

“Rossi?”

“Rossi.”

“Now location please.” Ladybug says.

“Right. Wayne Manor, Gotham, New Jersey.” Honeybee whispers. Earning surprised looks from Ladybug and the Supers.

“Alright.” Ladybug portals away. This was all staged of course. She had recently found a spell to make a clone of herself.

“Why won't the hero be able to fight? She’s a hero!” Batman exclaims.

“Depression, you overgrown furry, Depression. She’s tried committing sucide several times. We saved her.” This earns many shocked looks.

Cue opening a portal. All of the Paris heroes Gasps. All in glory Multimouse is standing there.

When Honey Bee saw Multimouse, she gasped and enveloped her in a hug, muttering French endearments and saying how much she’d missed her. Dragoness stole Multimouse for a hug next before passing her on to Viperion who also received an extra peck on the lips in return, while Ladybug watched with a soft smile.

With Kaalki involved, it was child’s play to get into the assassin stronghold. Team Miraculous filled the gaps and worked seamlessly in their own right, simply a step away from Gotham’s Bats. They beat assassins on their own. The Bats just watched in awe.

It didn’t take them long to make their way to Ra’s.

The man wore a self-satisfied smirk on his face as he greeted him from his throne. A bruised and bloodied but otherwise intact Adrien was being restrained on the dias a few feet away.

“Well, well, if it isn’t Team Miraculous,” Ra’s mused, looking down the line. His eyes paused on Multimouse and his expression shifted to intense amusement. “And if it isn’t the latest in the Detective’s brood. I suppose heroics truly do run in the family after all.”

A number of shocked and confused gazes snapped to Multimouse, who simply stared at him down with cold eyes growling quietly.

“And yet she isn’t why we’re here,” Ladybug cut in coldly, shoving that problem in a box for later.

Ra’s shifted his oily attention to her. “Yes, I believe I requested the Guardian, young Bug.”

“And here I am,” Ladybug said simply. “But I will never cede the Miraculous to you.”

“Well, then I suppose the Blonde Cat dies.” The assassin near Adrien tried to kill him only to turn to orange smoke. Ra’s growls when he realizes he was tricked.

“Your reign is over. Your crimes won’t continue much longer. Tell me, just how long have you been using the Pits to keep yourself alive?”

“Goodbye, Ra’s al Ghul,” Ladybug intoned. “We’ll leave you to what remains of your empire.” She turned and motioned for the Fox to open the portal to the Watchtower. The Bats followed behind.

Adrien was at the fringes, attempting to escape a hero that was trying to get him to the Medbay for medical attention. He only had eyes for Multimouse.

“Marinette!” he called.

The Bats were shocked at both the name and the blatant outing of a secret identity.

Adrien broke free from his wounds. “Marinette, I’m so sorry,” he said brokenly.

It was quiet for a moment. “I take it they told you why I left, then,” Multimouse said, carefully devoid of emotion.

“I never thought-”

“Don’t, Adrien,” Queen Bee snapped.

Adrien gaped at his friend, shocked at the venom her words carried against him.

“But her Lies, they weren't hurting anyone!”

“How?” Multimouse snapped, her voice cracking. She took a deep breath. “How was it different? Because you told me I had to ‘take the high road?’ Because her lies would unravel themselves? Because she wasn’t hurting anyone? Bullshit, Adrien! They were hurting me!”

“She followed your advice at first,” Queen Bee said sharply. “She shouldn’t have, but you were her friend and she trusted you. By the time she realized that it had been a mistake, it was too late. Everyone else was in too deep and you did nothing . When Mari tried to tell everyone that they were being lied to, she was made to look like a liar. A bully.”

“Do you realize that the rest of us had people on watchlists?” Ryuko said bluntly. “People at risk of Akumatization that could bring the city to its knees. Aurore, because of Stormy Weather II. Ondine, because of Syren. But do you know who was on top?” She let the silence sit. “Marinette. Marinette was on top of that list. The only reason she was above Ladybug was because Marinette was drowning. But any time she tried to get through to the others, Lila hit back harder and you would ask Mari to back down. Because we don’t want to upset Lila, right? We don’t want her to become an akuma. Again.”

“My parents believed her, Adrien,” Multimouse said quietly. “They sent me away because I was ‘out of control’. I’m treated like a criminal where I am now! So I’m sorry, Adrien, but I can’t forgive you. You said you didn’t want to live with more lies, but then you stopped telling the truth when it threatened your ‘peace’. Even when that ‘peace’ might have ruined my life.” She took a deep, steadying breath. “But you know what they say, right? Never meet your heroes.” She turned and looked straight at Batman. “They’ll always just disappoint you.”

- - - - - - - -

The next week was tense at the Wayne manor. But eventually they apologised to marinette. She became close with them. She and her family then sent lawsuits to the Akuma class.

The saying is true then. “All’s well that ends well.”

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