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factorialsotherfandoms · 3 months

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xcom au, nothing especially anything, set in Cellbit's first few days with the group.

Cellbit is sat on the floor of the command room, an old books of crossword puzzles in hand. He has meticulously copied across the chart, not wanting to steal one of the few leisure items from the rest of the crew, and is filling it in. This one comes in French - not a language he knows well, but he is puzzling his way through.

He is just filling in 14A when a vaguely familiar someone ducks down before him. The green jumpsuit tells him little, except that the man isn't wearing it up - no, the sleeves are tied around his waist, the back bunched up, revealing the tank top beneath. For some reason he wears a hat even in here, an emerald hanging off it.

And then, perhaps more obvious, are the great black wings which fold awkwardly behind him. They're hybrid wings, that much Cellbit is sure of, but they do not fold particularly well.

He looks a bit strange.

They're all a bit strange here.

They're all a bit scarred here, too.

"Cellbit, right?" the man perches on the balls of his feet, elbows to his knees and rests his head on his hands.

"Yes?" Cellbit replies. "I'm sorry, I think I forgot you."

"No worries," he's flashed a grin. "You've got a lot of people to keep up to, I bet? I'm Philza. I remember."

Dragged from one matter to another, it takes Cellbit a few moments to put the pieces together. There was definitely gossip about this man, shared in hushed whispers and watching him interact with the others.

Philza Minecraft, Angel of Death, scourge of the Federation. Vanished alongside his partner in crime years ago, becoming little more than a fable.

One living on their ship, trusted to lead and advise though claiming no official role higher than squad captain.

"Angel?" he asks, because how can he not? "Death's Angel."

Philza's smile grows thin, "I swapped my sword for a medkit years ago. You're better off asking one of the others if it's murder you need - Jaiden's pretty hot at it these days."

Jaiden? Cellbit will bare that in mind.

"Sorry," he says, because he knows they all have pasts he would rather not come up - if Brazilian affairs were half as televised as those in English-speaking countries... Well, with Philza's past Cellbit could perhaps be proud, but parts of his own are better left untouched. "Did you need something?"

He's only been here three days; he cannot imagine anyone trusts him with much.

"Kinda," Philza tilts his head to the side a bit, eyes narrowing and looking all the birdier for it. "I'm told you like paperwork? And decoding shit?"

Cellbit blinks - once, twice, and "yes?"

Philza perks up again, "great! Because I've got a weird shit archive dating back about twenty five years that might want someone to look at them. I've been doing my best, but I am a fucking dumbass and cannot make heads or tails of it."

"Archive?" Cellbit can /feel/ his ears perk up at that - his control of the damned things having been lost in years of having them forcibly pinned away. "What sort?"

"Bit of this, bit of that," Philza shrugs. "Copies of mission records, newspaper clippings, shit the Theory Bros were looking into before the war... Weird crap Aypierre and Tubbo are done with, intercepted audio recordings, spy reports, random crap people picked up on missions... Photos. So many photos. Missing persons reports. That sort of stuff."

It sounds like a treasure trove.

It also sounds like it's going to be a nightmare to get into a usable state.

Fuck, if it's just been shoved in a storage room...

"Sure," Cellbit tries to hide both his excitement and his fear both. "I'm not busy."

"Great," Philza hops back onto his feet. "Because I am. I just found a few minutes to show you; Tubbo needs extra hands to test something, you know how it is with engineer types?"

And, yes, Cellbit does.

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He is led through the ship to a tucked away room, down near the engines. Philza pushes open the door, and shows him inside.

With a flick of the lights... It's not as bad as Cellbit had assumed. Shelves with assorted objects line the left wall, a series of large, metal cupboards beneath them. Everything is fixed into place with metal strips and bolts - even the filing cabinets, all of which also lock. There's a chart on the wall with packs of coloured paper beneath, each colour representing a different research topic.

There are also cotton gloves - proper cotton gloves for working with documents! -

"While I was sorting," Philza says, already moving over to a cabinet. "I found a lot of this shit is related to more than one topic. Couldn't keep it separated by research field like the old archivist had been trying to, just a fucking dumbass idea. So, left to right, oldest to newest. I start filling a new cabinet from the bottom, so it stays better balanced. Anything paper goes in there - the folders are numbered to their order, please put them back right - objects in the shelves. Coloured sticky labels are where I think shit's related, but honestly you'll want to check it."

Cellbit is already peering over Philza shoulder, and into the drawer he opened. It's one of the pre-war old ones - pretty empty, but there's still a few pieces in there.

He grabs a folder and leafs through, marveling at the organisation, and just how well kept the records are - even at twenty four years old, the newspaper clippings are still perfectly legible and the paper at no risk of falling apart.

It's a missing person's report, one marked with the colour-tag as being unresolved. He's not surprised - if it had been it wouldn't be here - but it's not pleasant news.

And, tucked in with it is a series of printed out forum posts, ones discussing the article.

"It's not much," Philza shrugs. "But I try keep it organised, at least. Knew someone would want it some day."

"No, no," Cellbit puts everything back and slowly closes the door. "This is great! I was expecting worse. Can I see that one?"

He points at a random cabinet, somewhere near the middle.

Philza doesn't open it, he grabs a set of keys from one of to desks, and tosses them over.

"These are yours," he says. "So's the desk - mine's over there, though it's mostly used to dump unsorted shit on. Have fun with it all."

"You're leaving?" Cellbit asks. "Me here. With all these records. And the keys. Alone."

"Yeah?" Philza shrugs.

"I've been here three days. How do you just...?"

"Cellbit," Philza says. "Everyone higher than me in this damned organistion trusts you with their lives. Hell, I do too - I know you were feeding us that info. Not everyone does, but..." a shrug "I file the paperwork, you know? Can't solve it, but I can store the damned things. I've seen what you do, Cellbit - you've saved my ass more times than I can count. May as well give you the paperwork, fuck knows I don't know what to do with it."

"I have?" and Cellbit... Cellbit knows his info was good, but to hear it is...

"You sent the Order to Fit," Philza says. "I used my connection to him to get the Order to bail Missa out - my closest friends, I owe you. The warning of the shift in Thin Man biology? Saved our asses on the field. The base locations? The guard rotations? The info on treating laser wounds? There's not a person on this ship who doesn't owe you their life, Cellbit - what the fuck is some paperwork to that?"

"They would have managed," Cellbit says, already unlocking a drawer and flicking though one of the files inside.

This one is much fuller, and he spots photographs - ones taken by Philza, the backs read, showing off the areas where significant things happened.

"But we didn't have to," Philza replies. "Just.. Enjoy yourself, alright? I've left my notes where I could think of something, but I doubt it's worth shit."

"No, no, this is good," he puts the file back and grabs another. "Just needs an index."

"Indexing's all set up on your laptop," Philza taps on it, and only now does Cellbit spot the old piece of tech on the desk. "Tubbo refitted her."

"You indexed this," Cellbit looks at all the shelves, remembers this man leads missions, gives advice on running the Order - hell, he even runs it himself, when the others are indisposed - constantly being asked for aid and giving it... "It must have taken you ages."

"I was sorting through it all anyway, putting it all in date order and tagging the relevant queries and that," Philza shrugs. "Wasn't that much more work. Hour or two here and there over fifteen months or so?"

It's dedication. Cellbit nearly drops a file as the airship moves sharply, and in making sure everything in intact he misses Philza's escape.

Damn it. Well, if he has questions, he can ask later.

The index though...

Cellbit goes to the laptop, pulling it open and waiting for it to boot. There's a couple of things on there - Philza's desk has a full computer and printer, but Cellbit's new laptop has an external hard drive - but he ignores them for opening the index.

He expected just a list of reference numbers and which tags - maybe location, if he was lucky.

Instead.. Full database, all linked up. Reference numbers, tags, and locatgion, yes, but also summaries of the contents, a list of directly related items such as commentaries or other articles about the same event, a column for Philza's notes and one for Cellbit's, the locations of the originals if not stored in the archive...

Cellbit has killed for far, far less than this. And it's just... been handed to him? By someone saying it isn't much?

He doesn't quite get it, but...

He picks a mystery - something small for now. Opens up something to take notes on, and goes to collect the relevant files.

Soon enough he's absorbed so deep that he doesn't even notice Felps not-so-sneaking up behind him until he's already being hugged and told off for missing dinner - for vanishing all over again.

#qsmp x xcom #qsmp fanfic #qsmp philza #qsmp cellbit #i forgot to put this one on the vote list so take it quick-written and take it now lol #there's more of the two of them later in the series if I ever get to writing it #but for now... just this #happy cellbit!!! he's got an archive!!!#even if neither of them think what they did was actually as valuable as it was #cellbit'll work it out. phil... not so much

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ashes-writing · 2 years

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sweet emotion pt two | stranger things ; e.munson

A/N ; So I posted the first part to this yesterday and honestly, I wasn't too sure if I'd even be able to come up with a second part. But I did and so, here we are. So apparently, not only does this Henderson!fem reader have a whole lotta sass / artsy and witchy stoner vibes but also, she apparently does not like large crowds that much and she's showing a lil bit of a softer side here. Also, pretty sure if I were to write this one in the future as an adult (with her man Eds) she'd be involved in animal rescue or something.

Pairing ; Eddie Munson x Henderson!fem reader ( who yikes, sorry.. does read like an OC bc a very detailed personality and such. I tried hard not to but with this one and the one for Steve with a henderson!fem reader, the details just kept coming, oops rip. so if that breaks immersion for anyone, I am so so so so so sorry. I'm still learning how to do reader / y/n type stuff.)

Timeline / Other Stuff to Note ; part I can be found by clicking. As I stated previously, there is no Upside Down / unholy events that happen to deal with in this. It's just another lil normal slice of life thing. So if you like those -and you like the idea of our metal god living and thriving, maybe you'll like this. I am lowkey tempted to have little brother Dustin and his buddies try to play matchmaker or something at some point.

Tag List ; @musichealsscars @allelitesmut @aries-arcade @hcloangcls and a courtesy tag to @rampagewriting - feel free to ignore if you're not up to it bb, it's fine. if you'd like to be added to my taglists for anything including Stranger Things, please let me know or add yourself -> here. Also, I want to tag @rollingwiccan bc their comment made my entire night and I thank them so much.

Warnings ; mentions of anxiety (large crowds / people in general), heavy sexual tension. Lots of little 'hidden gestures' and mutual pining angst, brief hints of a bad previous relationship -Henderson!Fem reader previously dated a huge jackass named Troy. Study session turned impromptu guitar lesson -be warned i was really vague with all musical related terminology bc I am.. not a musician.

Other Stuff ; tag list doc || my rules - fandoms and some characters I write for || requests are open (pls.. pls... send me things) but they're limited to headcanon asks + filth/fluff alphabet letters. I beg of you -> send me things.

I do not consent to my work being reposted elsewhere or copied/reworked/rewritten and reposted here or elsewhere. You don't own this, I do. So like... don't steal my shit.

The sign leading into Forest Hills trailer park is hanging askew, the chain that formerly held up the left side abandoned hope probably well before you were born. You try to remember which trailer Eddie said he lived in as you drive slow down the only road in or out and then you finally spot Eddie’s van parked haphazardly in front of one so you stop and pull in across the lawn from it.

An older man is standing in the doorway as you finish jamming out to Led Zeppelin and kill the engine to your car. You get out after you grab your books and notebooks. As you’re approaching the door, Wayne chuckles to himself.

“You lost?” he calls out.

“Nope. Eddie lives here, right?” you ask the question as you shuffle your scuffed combat boots against the dry lawn and pop a noisy blue bubble with your gum. Right off the bat, Wayne is not sure what to think about you. You’re a girl Eddie talks about non-stop lately and normally, that worries him because the kid tends to get real caught up in the idea of a person and then they pull his father’s stunt and disappear when the kid needs ‘em most. Then there’s the other ones who treat his nephew real bad and whisper and stare or go out of their way to avoid getting near him in a crowd. Wayne’s always been protective, Eddie isn’t just his nephew. Eddie is the only good thing in his life. Eddie might as well be his own damn son and the way people treat him always makes Wayne stay on guard.

“You the kid with the snake?” Wayne asks with a quiet laugh. You curtsy and smile. “And three cats, a lizard and as of last night, a baby bird with a broken wing.” you add, making Eddie’s uncle laugh. You, on the other hand, you are beyond nervous because you feel like you’re being sized up. Scrutinized.

But then, to be fair, you can’t blame his uncle for being protective. People either treat Eddie like shit or they all shrink away in fear and whisper behind his back. Or start dumb rumors.

“Dustin.. That Henderson boy.. Is he your little brother? Always see you puttering around in that death trap out there with him and those two other boys, that little girl…” Wayne asks. You smile and nod. “Mhm. He’s in Eddie’s Hellfire thing.”

Wayne feels a little less ill at ease. He asked about Dustin because he always sees you around town with the group of boys and the little red-head across the road.

He steps out of the doorway and you take a deep breath. Maybe you passed the little test you feel like you’ve just been given. “Eddie!” you yell out over the guitar from behind the closed door at the end of the trailer.

Wayne chuckles to himself because you’ve already taken off your combat boots and he’s seen the mismatched socks you’re wearing. Not only that, you’re looking around. He saw you stop by the picture of his nephew in middle school, smile a little when you picked it up and put it back down.

You remember the leftovers your mom sent with you and sit them down on the flimsy dining table as you turn back to the older man. “It’s uh.. Chili.” you smile at him and twist hair around your finger. You’re at least halfway sure that he’s on the fence about you and normally, that wouldn’t bother you but this is Eddie’s uncle. He’s important to Eddie, therefore, you want him to like you.

Without giving away the fact that you -an actual chaos demon according to most, have kind of been in love with his nephew for so long that it’s probably not funny and it might seem a little… weird if that ever came to light.

“Should be good later. Gonna get cold tonight.” Wayne muses. He yells his nephew’s name but Eddie keeps on playing. You’ve wandered back over to that photo of his nephew in middle school again and you’re holding it, staring at the frame. Shuffling your mismatched socks on the floor. He starts to get the sense that you’re a little awkward. And he starts to see where his nephew insists that your whole ‘tough’ act is a front.

He’s still undecided about you, but he warms just a little more. Maybe you’re a good kid and you’re not like the others in town who keep a wide berth while whispering, staring and pointing behind his nephew’s back.

“Is that his room?” you nod to the closed door and Wayne chuckles, nodding. “Mhm.”

“I got it, sir.” you’re grinning way too much and this is when Wayne comes to the conclusion that you enjoy the fact that you’re a little chaos magnet.

Or that’s what Eddie refers to you as. And some of the stories he’s told Wayne about you, well.. Wayne Munson doesn’t entirely disagree. His favorite was probably the one where you filled a pail with glitter, rigged it over a classroom door and when the one kid who was always messing with Eddie the most walked in, you pulled a rope and covered the kid in sparkly pink and purple glitter. Eddie also told him about you keeping a packet of the stuff and randomly blowing it at people throughout the day.

You’re creeping towards the closed door. When you’re standing in front of it, you have to take a deep breath. You throw open the door to Eddie’s bedroom and you promptly lose all coherent thought because Eddie is sitting in a chair with his guitar in his lap, no shirt on and his hair caught up in a familiar black elastic.

Your black hair elastic. The one you thought you lost at some point earlier in the day.

You were going to just yell something random but you can’t stop staring.

Eddie looks up while you’re preoccupied and he sits down the guitar in it’s resting place and stands. “My uncle didn’t like… Interrogate you or anything, right?”

“Mhm.” you quickly add with a soft laugh, “But it’s okay.”

Eddie swears under his breath. Not only for the fact that his uncle interrogated you like he does every new person Eddie brings back to the trailer but he was hoping you’d change before you came by but you didn’t and now he knows he’ll be totally fucked for focus and coherent thought because you’re wearing the little black dress with a white turtleneck beneath it. And the damned stockings that stop at your thigh that he stared way too long at earlier when you were sitting on the table in the cafeteria so you could talk to Astrid, because she was sitting in Gareth’s lap.

“You sure?” Eddie asks.

“You act like I’m made of glass, Munson. I’m razors, remember? Razors and barbed wire.” you laugh softly. And as you say it, Eddie thinks to himself that you might act like you’re tough but he’s definitely figuring out that you’re not really.

“Yeah, I keep forgetting.” Eddie blinks because he was doing it again, staring at the shape of your lips. To be fair, the way you’re always biting the bottom one is a distraction. A huge one.

The tension is creeping back in and it’s heavier. So much heavier. You step up to him because you were going to sit your books and notebooks down on the nightstand but Eddie took a step forward. You gulp and you definitely do your best to keep your eyes down because if you don’t, you’re going to stare. And it will be awkward. Your eyes catch on the tattoo on his arm and you giggle, raising his arm. “You didn’t wash off the marker.” you smile up at him.

That smile is something he’ll do anything to see again. That smile is the whole reason he’s started to just let you trace around the bats tattooed on his arm when you’re bored or nervous. He can usually tell you’re more nervous around larger crowds because earlier, you were talked into sitting in on a Hellfire meeting by Dustin and you were sitting between Dustin and Eddie at the table before it started and the more people who filed into the classroom, the closer you’d get to him and the more you’d drag your finger over the bats.

So he definitely knows by now you are not nearly half as tough as you make yourself out to be.

And it’s like a fucking drug to him, honestly. The more little glimpses of your softer side that come out, the more he tries to fight whatever is happening. But lately, he hasn’t been doing so great at fighting it off.

And everyone notices. And he has been getting some serious hell for it.

Like earlier when Freak -one of the guys in his band and Hellfire, noticed you sitting on the tabletop, between Dustin and Eddie and he saw you glancing around the room, quick to look away and down, twisting Eddie’s rings on his fingers. Freak teased the hell out of him after the meet up ended because Eddie actually forgot what he was going to say at one point and the asshole found it hilarious to point out later.

His direct quote was something like “Nobody else gets to do half the shit she does, Munson. Is she your girl?”

It was a question Eddie hadn’t answered. But when the idiot said something seconds later about asking you to come over and watch movies, Eddie had pretty much taken it upon himself to tell the guy to try it and see what happened.

Your laugh prompts him to focus, stop slipping into his usual daze. You’re sprawled across his mattress, your notebook and the textbook open in front of you. Curses flow from your lips fluidly like a second language and Eddie sits there, watching you as you make a face of sheer annoyance at the text open in front of you.

“How the hell am I supposed t’ help you with this shit if I can’t even figure it out? Jesus christ.” you grumble as you sit up and slam the textbook shut while pouting.

Wayne peeks into the room. “Off to work.” he dangles the keys to the van. “Behave, Eddo.”

“Always.” Eddie laughs.

Wayne gazes at you a second or two and it’s enough that he catches you just staring at his nephew while Eddie isn’t looking and this puts the older man just a little more at ease.

“Nice meetin ya, kid.” he finally says to you before closing the door.

“Fuck word problems.” you grumble not even three seconds later. “Look, if I see one more word problem I’m going to lose my mind.. I.. Can we take a break for a few minutes?” you ask quietly. “Just til I can figure out what I’m missing.”

Eddie chuckles. “Yeah.”

It’s started to rain and the sound of rain hitting the metal roof is relaxing. When the silence is too heavy, you can’t take it anymore, so you attempt to start a conversation.

“Gareth is in for it this weekend.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Astrid’s going to invite him over while her mom’s out of town. You know where this is going.” you laugh softly. “I’m just glad she’s happy, man.”

“I’d say the same about Gare but he’s actually pretty fucking obnoxious lately.” Eddie laughs when he says it and you pretend to pout. “Sir, I happen to think it’s adorable for them.”

“Meh..”

You stick out your tongue and Eddie chuckles quietly.

He reaches out and picks up his guitar, starting to play for a little bit. It’s giving him something to do with his hands and if he’s focused on the guitar and music, he’s not staring at you like a complete idiot.

Only now, you’re the one staring like a complete idiot. Utterly fucked for focus. When he glances over at you at one point, it’s all you can do to pretend to be real absorbed on the blank paper in the open notebook in front of you. You can feel him watching you.

“You stare at my hands a lot.”

His statement has you choking on air and you cough. He puts down the guitar and leans across, hitting you between the shoulders. Laughing as he locks eyes with you, giving you a concerned look. “Are you alright?” he asks quietly, the laughter dying away.

You stick out your tongue. “I do not stare at your hands a lot..” you drag your hand through your hair. You’re lying and you know it. And Eddie’s aware of your little fixation. He just called you out on it. You shrug without saying anything for a second or two. “Your rings.”

“Yeah. I uh… noticed earlier in the lunchroom when everybody piled in at the end of lunch you were kind of playing with them.” Eddie rubs his chin thoughtfully. “You’re not a real big crowd person, hm?”

“I hate anywhere super crowded, holy shit. It’s like I can’t–” you trail off, laughing at yourself. “Nothing. It’s dumb and if you tell anybody that, I’ll put you on your ass, Munson.”

“I wouldn’t do that. I’ve noticed it for a while now. You fidget a lot when you have to speak in class or you’re in a crowd and you don’t have something t’ focus on. Kinda why I don’t say anything whenever you play with them lately.”

What he doesn’t say is that he also doesn’t stop you because he likes it because the softness of your hand is kind of soothing to him too. And more than a time or two, he’s been in a heated discussion with Mike or Erica or Freak or Gare and he’ll catch sight of you and take a deep breath and it’s like he’s fine.

“What about my rings though?” he asks, chuckling. Trying to keep the conversation lighter in the hopes that maybe you’ll open up a little more. Dustin advised that you were nothing if not guarded. An on-again and off-again asshole named Troy was mentioned, and if he did half the things Dustin told him about, Eddie hoped that this time the off was off for good.

Or that he could get his hands on the guy somehow, yeah… That’d be one fight he’d be willing to have.

Dustin said you used to be different. Happier. But then your parents got divorced and your dad stopped having anything to do with the three of you and then you got mixed up with the jerk Troy and now it’s like you’ve got a wall up or something.

You shrug. “I like ‘em?” you go quiet.

Every part of you is beyond tempted to blurt out the truth in all it’s bizarre glory. That you like his hands because they’re sturdy and warm, bigger than yours and a little rough. And the contrast whenever he accidentally touches you is kind of soothing.

But you’re not trying to make the awkwardness any worse than it is.

Eddie nods. “Thanks?” he chuckles and goes quiet. “Have you ever played guitar?” he asks, not sure where he’s going with it and almost instantly, he wants to kick himself because if he does what he’s tempted to do, it’s going to drive him crazy, being that close to you.

You shake your head. “Nope. Always wanted to try but I’m horrible at music.”

“C’mere.” he pats his lap and your brow raises. “You don’t… you don’t have to teach me.”

“We’ll call it a trade, alright? You’re tutoring me, so I can teach you guitar.”

You swallow down a massive lump in your throat and slip off of his bed, making the short step over to the chair. To make it a little less awkward, Eddie widens the gap between his legs and lets you sit down and get settled and then he puts the guitar in front of you and leans against your back a little, his arms around you. His hands over yours as he explains the different chords and finger positions to you, the warmth of his breath tickling at the shell of your ear. The scent of him dominating the space around you and you’re breathing in deep before you can stop yourself because it’s just that calming.

“Okay, show me again.” you laugh out when you mistakenly pluck the wrong chord.

“It’s this one.” Eddie wraps his hand around yours and guides it up the neck of the guitar a little higher. You get it right and glance back at him and he’s grinning.

You smile a little too. Giggle quietly.

“We need to get back to it.” you hate saying it so much. Eddie nods, clearing his throat. Pouting a little while you’re not looking because he honestly doesn’t want you to move. But he knows that you did agree to tutor him and to do that, he needs to focus.

The two of you settle across his mattress, him sprawled one direction and you the other, with the books open in front of you. You finally figure out the correct way to go about solving the word problem and you’re bouncing and laughing and he can’t help but smile. You help him through it really quick and then you move on to the next one and as you’re attempting to work through it, all he can do is stare. Watch the way your tongue juts out when you’re focused. Or the way you like to chew the end of your pencil.

Or the way your legs are up in the air, crossed at the knee behind you and he can see the mismatched socks that you’d worn with your boots and those distracting fucking thigh highs earlier. You look up at one point and push the notebook so he can see it. “Okay, if I have this figured out right, you have to divide and then subtract. But I could be wrong.” you point out what you did and watch as he does it on his own paper.

The math book is closed and you roll over onto his back. “Finally. Now we can get to the easier stuff.” you let out a relieved groan and he laughs. You remember that you wrote down what was going to be on a history quiz he’d have the next day and you sit up, rifling around through the organized chaos you call a notebook until you find the notes you made to give to him and you hold out the paper. “Learn that. You have a quiz tomorrow. We had it today so when I got to Art I wrote it all down real quick.” you’re rambling and it’s cute and he can’t help but laugh quietly as he takes it to read it.

You’re staring, watching as doe eyes scan the paper and the way his tongue drags the outline of his lips. You’re staring way, way too hard. When he looks up, you look down. Focus on the sketch you have going of a skull with a snake crawling in through the mouth with it’s head coming out of the nose. You’ve just started to put roses all around it, cute little dainty ones and a few sunflowers and daisies when Eddie clears his throat and rubs his forehead.

“We need another break.”

“Mhm. If you work too hard you’re not gonna retain anything I’m trying to help you learn.” you answer before going quiet. You sit down your pencil and Eddie reaches out, taking the notebook. Looking at the sketch.

He grins as he hands it back to you. “You’re good.”

You laugh and shake your head, twisting a strand of hair around your finger as you do it. “Not really.”

“No, this is really good.”

You give him a little smile and shrug. “Not as good as your bats. Or the design you drew for the t-shirts.”

“Oh you liked that?” he chuckles. Stunned a little because he had no idea anybody knew he was the one who’d designed the shirts.

“OH!” you laugh. “You gotta see this one.” you dig around until you find what you were helping Astrid work on earlier in art, she wanted to make adverts for the next gig. Eddie took the paper when you held it out and he chuckled. You laugh quietly. “Astrid, she uh.. She’s really going all in on this band girlfriend thing. She wanted to make adverts to pass out before the next show.”

“She did, huh?”

“Mhm. To quote her, I’m the only person she thought could come up with a dark and badass design. She wants to surprise Gare and get that put on a shirt too.”

Eddie snickered quietly. “Pretty sure he’ll just rip it off her.”

“Oh god, yeah. But it’s the thought, right? She wants to do it all soft pink when she gets the shirt made. I told her red. She refuses to listen.” you mock a gag at the mention of the color pink. Eddie snickers again and drags his fingers through his hair.

“She uh… She invited me to come with her to the Hideout.” you go quiet after you say it. “I told her I’d go.”

“Really?” Eddie’s smiling, a smile entirely too big and he knows it shouldn’t excite him this much because he’s trying like hell to just be okay with being your friend -or at least the guy you talk to and hang around with because said guy happens to be best friends with your little brother, he’s too afraid to push his luck.

He doesn’t want to make things weird or mess up what he hopes will be at least friendship.

And the things he feels are so deep. Intense. They’re a little terrifying for him, truth be told.

“Y’know it’s crowded most of the time.. Right?”

“Yeah. I figure I can just like… Hang out with her and maybe I won’t notice.” you answer quietly. What you’re not telling him is that you want to be there. You want to see him light up with joy doing one of the things he loves because seeing him happy makes you happy.

Because it’s both scary and sappy as hell.

And you’re not good at handling either thing, but it can be argued lately that you’re trying a little bit on the sap and sweetness front.

Trying is the active word.

“I’ll be there. If it gets too much you can come to the back until we go on or something.”

You nod and give him another smile. “Yeah. I’ll… I’ll do that if it gets weird.” you stammer quietly. You catch sight of the time and you gape. “Oh shit.” you laugh a little. “I should probably get going.”

“C’mon. I’ll walk out with ya. Make sure your tire isn’t going flat again before you go.” he stands and you make your way into the living room. You stop to pull on your boots, using him to prop against and stay steady as you do so. As you step out and the night air hits you, you shiver a little and he laughs. “Told you you should’ve brought a jacket.”

“Ha ha ha, Munson.” you step a little closer. He’s taller and he blocks the wind reasonably well. Not to mention, you couldn’t stop yourself if you tried. “I’ll see you tomorrow.” you smile as you open the door to your car and he leans against it, gazing down at you. “Don’t drive like you’ve got a thousand lives to spare, alright?”

“Yeah yeah, okay, fiiiine.” you laugh as you pull the door closed.

Eddie watches as you drive away, waiting outside until the taillights are gone from view. Then he sits on the step, lights the last cigarette of the day and takes several long and deep breaths. Because he’s starting to realize that Dustin Henderson is right. If he keeps fighting it much longer, it’s going to drive him crazy. And if he has to be perfectly honest with himself, he’s not entirely sure he wants to fight it anymore.

But every time he thinks he’s ready to stop fighting it, he’ll try to find some way to clue you in or bring it up and he comes up blank. Or he talks himself right out of it.

#eddie munson #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson x henderson!fem reader imagine #eddie munson x henderson!fem reader fanfiction

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xaphrin · 1 year

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Yeah, I know about them.

They've actually stolen a bunch of stuff from me. I caught them with a Jason/Raven chapter (I think in that AO3 fic you sent) that is straight up copy-pasted from the Jason/Raven chapters in "Behind Closed Doors" and the reason I remembered is because Raven starts talking about how her favorite book is 'Crime and Punishment' and then proceeds to breakdown the superman metaphor. I remember that, because I wrote a paper on it in my AP Lit class nearly two decades ago, and just snuck it into a fic to make myself sound smart. 🤣🤣🤣 (Also, Crime and Punishment is my favorite book and I sometimes superimpose aspects of myself onto characters I like. You can't stop me. 👉😎👉)

Anyway, I care and also... don't? On one hand, yeah it's frustrating because someone is straight up just stealing my work. On the other hand, the rest of that fic is not great, plus they don't have a huge following. If they don't feel like they can achieve good work by themselves through practice, and can only write decent fics by stealing chapters from 5+ year old fics... then I guess that's on them. I'm the OG, my dude. And, we'll see how things pan out if they participate in RobRae week...

(FYI: I cut out the AO3 link because I don't want anyone to harass this kid. But if you're worried your own work might be in this person's fic, message me privately and I'll send you the link)

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cbncb0280 · 9 months

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Inequality Between Different Generations

A/N: This is based on something that happened irl to me and my cousin, going against traditional views of the older generation for good reasons...

I was having dinner at the table while not being interrupted by anyone since they were all planning to go out somewhere. Sure yes, I'm not the greatest fan of art museums or historical houses, but I didn't want to ruin the fun of my family.

I prefer water activities and things which help me released dopamine and serotonin. So this is why I decided to write some funny quotes me and my cousins shared of our parents and other family members.

Unfortunately, my father saw.

"Essiana, you don't write in your notebook at the table as it's impolite. Put it down please." He spoke.

"But Dad, no one is talking to me and I'm only writing my own personal notebook, so what's the point?"

"Essiana, I won't tell you again."

"Dad, I will not let you boss me around like this as you and Mum always do! It's my book and I'm not harming anyone."

"Essiana, do I have to get up and take it away?"

"No, I won't let you!" I began to shout rudely since I was getting angry. "Why is it so impolite when no one is speaking to me?"

My cousin, Catherine, seemed to go against my father's wishes.

"Essiana, this is your final warning." He got up and stood by me, as though he was taking control of the situation. Everyone across the table heard me shout.

"What's the point? Your views are just irrational and unfair! I never did anything immoral or cruel to anyone!"

"Give it to me."

"What's going on?" My aunty Patricia asked.

I refused and became silent. I told him to go away and had just as much power over the situation as he did. We are two very stubborn people with different views on the world.

He was just like Mr. Birling ('An Inspector Calls' character) in that way by promoting ridiculous traditional views. He told me not to do it again then he went away.

I was really mad and looked stupid to everyone else. My grandparents supported my father's views along with my aunt and uncle.

My uncle was like a practical man of business orientation, who seemed to worry a lot about money and reputation. Just like Mr. Birling, except he's not as bad and uncaring as the character.

As for myself, I deeply oppose money and even question whether it should even exist or not due to all the problems it can cause to several people around the world. "Money is the root to all kinds of evil." This is a Bible quote I strongly agree with.

Later on once me and my cousin were nicknaming my mum just for a bit of a laugh, my mum stated that we should show her more respect despite being mostly soft-spoken and not really taking it as an offense.

"Honestly Catherine. I should expect more respect from you. Same for you Essiana. I am your mother."

"But Mum, I'd tease anyone like this unless they seriously didn't like it," I commented.

"Goodness me, we'd never speak to our relatives like that. It's just not something we'd do and you should feel the same way."

"But Mum, you're a human being like the rest of us. Your parents and relatives are humans beings too. Is there anything wrong in having a little laugh?"

"I am your mother though. The Bible says to respect your parents."

"Only if they give you the right sort of wisdom, e.g. not to murder or steal."

"Essiana!" My mum said in shock.

"But why should I respect silly rules such as answering you whether I've brushed my teeth or been to the toilet? You ask me this constantly and I can't answer such silly questions."

"But I don't trust you. You wouldn't get on with it if I didn't ask you to. I know that."

"That's not fair or true. Just cus I leave things 'til the last minute..."

My cousin then started to agree to what I was saying. She had witnessed the ways my mother constantly bossed me around.

Without stopping, I carried on speaking out and challenging the traditional views. No one would stop me.

"Mum, I watched a film called 'Ariel's Beginning' once. In the film, Ariel's father Triton had banned music because he was upset about the death of his wife. Then once he spotted people listening to it, he got really angry and especially when Ariel spoke out against it."

"Yes, but we never banned music. This is different."

"She's just giving an example, Rayla," Catherine commented.

"Yes, but we don't give rules like that."

With this quote stated, I started to cry.

"See why I don't respect what you say at times? It's because I'm constantly bossed around with the most basic things. I'm not usually being taught the right kind of wisdom."

My father mimicked me.

"Progesterone and oestrogen..." he laughed.

That's it. He had really pushed the limit. Everyone else except myself and my two cousins seemed to agree with my parents' words. I cried even more and Catherine stormed off out of the dining room and into the garden.

I had no idea that she was crying. Our relatives were wondering where she had got to and my Aunty Patricia believed that I had upset her.

My mother explained the situation as I left the room in my anger. Then I heard them discussing the situation.

"Essiana just doesn't think, does she?" My grandfather stated as though it was a matter of fact.

"She'll find out the truth when she's older." My father had a good laugh at my words.

"Typical teenager!" Aunty Patricia stated boastfully.

What pure ignorance! How dare they say that! With courage, I went out of the house into the garden too, whether I had permission or not. Seriously, it's just the garden and neither myself or Catherine would travel anywhere else. Neither would we mess up the garden and trample all over the plants especially, as if!

Without surprise, I found Catherine crying. She was moaning to herself about everything that had happened in the dining room while wandering around a small sort of hut in circles. Immediately, I walked over to her and asked her if she was upset because of what had just happened.

"They just weren't listening to you!" She commented while sulking.

"I know," I replied calmly, "they don't seem to understand us as the Younger Generation. They tend to view us as stupid and naive with our words and quotes."

"If only I could get Inspector Goole involved! He would not be happy with them at all!"

"So true!"

We shared a good laugh. Inspector Goole (from 'An Inspector Calls') would more than likely not have been happy with the Older Generation's views at all. I was only speaking out for myself and not trying to make fun of my mother in really bad ways.

"Essiana, your mum just never listened to you and took on board the example you said about Triton and Ariel. Everyone looked at you as though you were stupid and ignorant."

"They were the ones who were being ignorant. It's like putting younger people down and treating them like inferiors when such people state to 'respect the wisdom of your elders', unless it's about true morality or something absolutely essential. As if!"

"I totally agree. People in the Older Generation are promoting old-fashioned views and that we need to get money and a job as an almost every day life task to survive off. They've made money become everything and think we'll need to survive with a lack of free time off!"

"Exactly! Unless someone personally enjoys their job, why can't people have more than just 5-6 weeks of time off a year? It's extremely unfair and makes no true purpose in life. To be honest, I will sound very dark here, but unless I get the free plus self-employed job I want, I may even consider committing suicplus since there would be no point living just for money!"

"I understand where you're coming from. Our parents and grandparents believe that a 9-5 job is the only way to survive."

"However, we as the Younger Generation can help to change things one day. Such as fighting for more freedom and equality between all people."

"Yes but the world won't listen."

"Not unless we keep fighting for what is right. To be fair, I actually question what are true morals. I mean like... universal morals. What three things would you consider to be true morals?"

"Hmmm... perhaps not to kill, steal and cause harm and violence to others?"

"So true! Do you really think that getting a 9-5 job and not having enough freedom while being miserable is a true moral?"

"No. Not at all. That's the complete opposite of one since the world would be making someone feel miserable."

"This is probably the case with our parents. Deep down, they controlled while they want their freedom. Since rules are generally more strict for adults, it's highly possible that they feel used and helpless somewhere underneath them. So they pass their 'wisdom' onto the Younger Generation. Having said that, history does not have to repeat itself. Truly, if we work together and never give up, we can change it."

"True. I absolutely agree with you."

Suddenly, my mum came walking out to find us then we both walked in front of her.

"Hello, you two. We were worried about you. Why don't you come in?" She asked.

"Rayla," Catherine began to speak, "we just needed some space."

Eventually, we all walked in and Aunty Patricia was very cross with Catherine.

"Cathy, why didn't you let us know where you had been?" She sounded really annoyed.

"Mum, I just needed some space," Catherine answered glumly.

"Next time, please tell us where you're going in future."

"But Patricia," I began, "I also went outside."

"I don't need to tell you off. I'm not your mother. Catherine is my daughter." She replied.

How dare she say that!

"That is so immoral!" I courageously spoke out.

"Essiana!" My mother started to speak. "You must never say that to your aunt! You should apologise!"

"But she's a human and has the right to understand actual morals," I protested angrily.

I was now exploding. I stormed off and cried while my poor cousin was unfairly told off. For crying out loud, not even my parents would do this to me. How mean!

Needing space, I went onto my tablet and released all my emotions onto my activity on Quotev. My friend, Anci felt rather sorry for me. She related to the situation too since she had been through a somewhat similar experience from what she implied.

With all this, I decided to post it as a story onto Quotev and spread my word of inequality between different generations. Here is an example of one I have just explained.

A/N: This is copied from my Quotev. But thanks for reading dis anyway and feel free to tell me whatcha think. :)

#quotev #inequality #generations #family Quarrels #an inspector calls #age #hormones are not the real reason #stupid rules #Alien's views on life #philosophy #debates #older vs younger generations #Alien Spotlight #young people are misunderstood #how dare you

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thefallenbibliophilequote · 3 years

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All You Had To Do Was Stay

Loki x Reader

1989, chapter 5

"They paid the price"

Summary: It's hard to find the one, but even if you do find him it's always going to be a daily struggle to make it work. Can you even make it work after he broke your heart? The answer to that is complicated, but it all started when you found each other again in the Stark tower- and that's where our story begins.

Word count: 4,539

Warnings: angst, Hydra, some blood, Loki being an asshole

A/N: what can you expect from track 5 other than angst?

A/N: a big thank you to @chrissquares for the amazing dividers! and @nacho-bucky for beta reading and putting up with me!

No one is allowed to repost my writing or steal or copy my work! Reblog on tumblr is fine.

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"Soon we'll be landing in another Hydra base." Steve gathered everyone then.

"Okay, Thor you will go with Natasha; Clint you're with Loki; Bucky you will be with Y/N." he hasn't talked to you since that midnight talk. You couldn't blame him, not completely.

The team separated inside the base, eyes searching for the unusual weapons. Lately the activities of Hydra have risen more and more. Their kills were certainly not of normal weapons, the wounds weren't all fatal but the innocents were killed nonetheless.

"We're on the east wing, Steve. According to the tech Bruce gave us, there's some activity where we are heading."

You and Bucky kept your guns up and at three you burst into the room. But it was empty to your surprise. Cautiously, you stepped inside and examined what you saw in there. Grenades and various arsenals were placed inside boxes, and some were outside on tables taken apart with tools besides them.

"Don't touch them, last time I did it exploded in my face."

"I'm not as stupid as you are, Y/N." maybe you could shoot him just to annoy him, you thought.

"Ah, so you found some of our weapons," the voice startled you. "Nice to see you again, Soldat."

Turning around with your weapons, you attempted to shoot the guys that walked in. The scientist in the middle was unarmed, or so you thought. The agents spread out, and at some point they overpowered you because the next thing you knew, your gun was nowhere to be seen, and your arms were pinned behind your back as the guy in front of you got closer.

You couldn't let him do that, now could you? You locked eyes with him until he got hazy and fell to the ground shaking. Knocking your head against the guy that was holding you back, giving you just enough view of him to send him off to the darkest place in his head, all the while you didn't notice the scientist watching you. When he fell to the floor, the scientist sent all the other guys over from Bucky to you, caging you in, you felt yourself being dragged out of the room, yelling for Bucky who was there with only a few agents and the scientists.

Bucky hurried for you but now he could see the strange weapon in the scientist's hand. It looked like a sword, with a gem at the bottom. He fought the scientist and anyone around him but then he felt a cutting wound where the blade pierced through his stomach.

"Sorry this had to end this way, Soldat." The scientist laughed and Bucky fell to the floor with a shriek.

You finally managed to break free from the guys holding you down. Fighting them off one by one, until you managed to get them all to fall down in pain, then you went on to Bucky.

You saw him on the ground bleeding, not even caring about the guys in the room as you fell next to him.

"We need backup, Bucky is down!" you yelled to the comms. You tried to stop the bleeding- it was faster than it should be for a supersoldier.

"This doesn't feel right Y/N, run."

"No." A guy went for you, and you noticed he was averting his gaze from you, but you didn't let it affect you, you surged forward from Bucky and tackled him down and sent him to sleep.

Then you went for the scientist which still held the weapon, now closed back in its place, as he looked at you amused.

"What did you do to him?" you yelled more than asked. Soon enough you heard footsteps and to your relief Bucky was now with Thor and Steve.

Loki looked at the soldier on the ground and then at the weapon he recognized. Worried, he yelled at you.

"Y/N stay in this room, do not leave!" he went forward with his daggers, cut through the agents until he got to the doctor who was trying to run. Catching him and knocking him out, he took away the old weapon. Then he left him there, not caring about him anymore.

Holding the delicate weapon, he went back to the fallen soldier who was still bleeding out.

The god crouched down next to him and a worried Steve and he pulled out the gem at the hilt of the sword, putting it over Bucky's wound. The soldier sighed in relief at the contact, and Loki muttered a quick incantation which helped the soldier heal.

The blonde looked frightened at his friend, who only nodded to Loki in thanks.

The scientist was long gone.

•

He started noticing the subtle change at lunch that day.

Thor had dragged him back to eat with all the others when he insisted on going back to his books. The others weren't as bothered with him today when he sat next to you, each minding their own business. Occasional loud conversations started which he stayed out of until he caught onto one conversation.

"I remember the first time I held a bow and arrow." Clint said before being shot off.

"Nah not interesting Katniss, I think my origin story is way better, I was in a cave!"

The table caught onto the conversation and the roars began.

"I got bitten by a spider!" Peter looked over at Tony. "That's pretty cool, right Mr. Stark?"

"Yeah kid, that is badass." Tony ruffled the kid's head.

"I'm a Russian spy, that's more badass!" Natasha quipped.

"The kid can lift an elephant and stop a vibranium arm!" Bucky chuckled.

"I was holding back, I wasn't going to punch a kid!"

"Sure you were." Peter blushed under the Sergeant's look. Tony just brought him in a side hug.

"Does a sad unwilling origin story count?" Bruce asked, cleaning his glasses.

"Do you really want to start this, Doc? I was drafted." Bucky snickered.

"In that area, Y/N has a good shot actually." You huffed at that.

"Understatement, I don't even know where these powers came from. My origin story is the only one that can make it to Buzzfeed Unsolved!"

"Add to that what happened at the start- now that was brutal."

You took a sip out of your glass and clanked it with Bucky and Bruce.

"Y/N, what are they talking about?" Loki leaned to whisper to you.

"Oh nothing, don't worry about it." She shrugged him off

"What about my brother? Why don't you join the conversation-" Thor put a hand on the younger brother's shoulder. The brother only scowled.

"Oh please, being a prince with magic, then wanting to take over New York and failing? I'd hardly call it a good competition to what we have here." You snorted. Silence spread over the room, you put your drink down and looked around confused. Some were looking at you, Natasha bit down on her tongue, the others were looking down uncomfortably. Wanda spoke up before you could question your team.

"Hey, mine is out of spite!" Wanda chimed in, her perky voice released the tension in the room. "I obviously win."

Loki remembered those days when he stayed even in the mornings and you would come back from work and tell him all about your day. You'd lay there on your couch or on a stool in the kitchen and you'll tell him all about your day until he eventually felt comfortable telling you all about his, letting you into his life.

Loki walked out of the elevator to your floor, annoyed that he couldn't just teleport himself to the door of your apartment.

He heard your voice telling him to come in after he knocked, turning the knob of the door, he walked in and saw you organizing the living room table with plates and drinks.

"What do we have here?" he nodded to the boxes lying on the bigger table. You chuckled as he closed the door and locked it.

"Well hello to you too, Loki." You looked around, biting your lip. "What do you mean?"

"Those boxes, what did you do?" he eyes them suspiciously as he sat down on the sofa.

"I got us Pizza?"

"A what?" he looked at you like a confused puppy and you hated how adorable he looked.

"You're joking, right?" you put one box on the table. "I know you're British or whatever, but are you seriously telling me that where you are from- they don't have Pizza? What kind of uncultured place do you come from?"

"Maybe I'll tell you another time." He grinned lowly, if only you knew.

He perked up as you opened the box and a welcoming smell filled the air.

"Loki, meet Pizza." You grinned at him and expectedly brought him one on a plate. "Come on, you're going to love it."

He certainly loved meeting you more and more, ever since you met he made sure to keep in touch- he even bought one of those cell phones. He didn't know what it was about you.

He learned that you always tell him the truth, and you certainly did with this food as well when he took a bite. It was different than anything he knew back from Asgard. Good type of different, if he was honest with himself then so were you.

He smiled at the proud grin you held for him when he voiced his approval.

You started to tell him about your day after that.

"Oh, also I just saw a picture of a baby bat, it was so cute." You shook your head fondly.

"I'm sorry, please continue what you were saying." He said after the silence that took over the room.

"Oh no, that was it." You laughed nervously at him, looking down at your drink.

"Why did you tell me that then?"

"Just because? Sometimes you can just talk about nothing at all with someone if you enjoy talking to them."

"So," he put a hand on the back of the sofa right next to you, turning his gaze onto you. "You're just talking to me, and telling me stuff with no meaning behind it?"

"Yeah, is that bad?" you couldn't look at him and he just looked at the floor in thought. Humans were certainly peculiar.

"No, it is not bad." You didn't question hid odd questions, but took comfort in his answer. The conversation returned to normal, and with time you started seeing him try to do the same. It was cute.

•

"We have enough power now, Sir. But we can get more." The head scientist and the other agents had escaped from the base with most of the important weapons.

"What are you suggesting?" the man sat on a chair, a delicate long staff rested on a pedestal in front of him.

"We can keep the asset to ourselves." The man on the chair raised an eyebrow at him. "Commander Iago please, let me explain!"

"Doctor Zazu, we cannot betray the one who provided us with such powerful weapons! We will be doomed."

"I saw the Soldat today. I remember working on him when I first joined here. He was marvelous, so obedient," the doctor drifted off for a bit. "But now, we can get a new Soldat, we can keep the asset for ourselves and make an ever better Soldat!"

"But what will we do with our provider? It will be breaking our agreement." Commander Iago raked his hand through his red hair.

"All these weapons are stolen! If we have the asset- we will be unstoppable!"

The commander thought about the prospect of having another winter soldier.

"Gwen," he called to a girl who quickly walked into the room, rushing. "Wake up the sleeper agent."

•

You curled the white sheets tighter around you when Loki got out of the bed. Prompting up on your elbow, you asked him

"Do you have to go? We can just sleep in for a few hours, or maybe like half the day?" you trying to tame your messy hair a bit.

"The sword must be put back in its place. I will be back shortly."

"Okay, if you say so." You put your head back on the pillow and Loki gently kissed your forehead, earning a content hum from you, and left the room.

He reentered your room that night, not surprised to find you asleep but rather glad, it gave him time. His mind travelled to earlier in the day, and his first day here.

You did tell him about your powers, after he experienced it first-hand. But it didn't make sense to him, he felt the power oozing from you yet none seem to have figured out the source he even doubted they could sense the power in you. He certainly would've glossed over it if he hadn't still remembered past you.

You laid there sleeping in peace when his mind was racing, and he couldn't hold himself back. He reached out for your powers, hoping that they will separate from you and not wake you up. Leaning back on the wall, he closed his eyes and sent himself into your head, connecting to your powers.

It was familiar, he sensed it overwhelming him the longer he tried to dive in. just when he thought he had it, just when the familiarity grew and he knew he was close to the very core of this power inside of you- it was as if he hit a blockade and was pushed out by an aggressive force. The next second you woke up with a gasp, your blurry vision faded out when you came back to reality and noticed Loki.

"Loki?" your heavy breaths filled the room until he answered.

"I'm here, are you okay?" he went towards the bed.

"Yes, just had a nightmare." You shook your head at the memories of the dark place.

"Why don't you go back to sleep, I'll join you in a bit." You were out soon enough, tiredness taking over you.

He hesitantly walked over to you, hand raised to rest on your forehead, but he pulled back with a hiss when he was being held back from touching you.

Reluctantly he walked over the other side of the bed, laying there on his back and staying away from you. Before he could fall asleep, you pulled him to you, wrapping your arms around him you laid your head on his chest.

•

"Hey, little guy." Sam snickered beside you. You hardly saw Steve these days, but you knew Sam just came back from an early run with him.

"I'm older than you!" Scott grunted when you found him in the kitchen.

"She called you tiny, tic-tac, not young."

"As far as I remember, my little ass beat your ass when we met." Your shocked look made Sam grumble and Scott laugh.

"You never told me that! Oh Scott tell me everything!" sitting next to him, he began to tell you the story.

"So, I have manners so I introduced myself obviously-" you nodded along.

"Okay, listen- you can tell her but no telling Cap, I'll never hear the end of it." Sam pointed a spoon at the man who only shrugged and threw you a side smile.

"So, I haven't seen you in a while. How is Cassie doing?"

"She is great, won at a spelling bee! She was so happy." His smile was contagious, whenever he talked about his daughter he wouldn't stop gushing, which was adorable. "Have you ever thought about it?"

"About what?"

"Settling down, having some normal between this hero stuff." He leaned on one hand, and you faltered a bit.

"No, I don't think that's my thing." Sam sat with his coffee in front of you.

The next minute Loki came into the kitchen too. You didn't have to look behind you, gauging by Scott's reaction the Asgardian god stood there in the kitchen.

He didn't bother making conversation with the mortal but rather taking a sit next to you, and kissing your temple. You averted your eyes from Scott who looked over at Sam now. Sam shook his head.

Clearing your throat, you tried to break the silence.

"Scott, did you meet Loki?" you didn't wait for an answer. "Thor and he are here helping us with Hydra."

"No, I can't say that I did."

"Where were you this morning? You never wake up that early." Loki snaked a hand around you. You knew he did it because of Scott and you were a little uneasy about it.

"Oh I just needed to run over some stuff with Mike." You shrugged.

"Who is this Mike?" you didn't like the tone in his voice.

"Just a guy from S.H.I.E.L.D. so calm it."

You tried to focus your conversation on Scott again, ignoring the jealous god sitting beside you.

After your passionate sleepless nights, in the next few days Loki saw you more and more getting up early for work. He almost asked you to stay one time, when you uncurled from his awoken form.

"What if I came with you?"

"You'll spook him up and he won't be able to work properly." You leaned over him and gave him a slight peck. "Besides, you're going to Asgard with Thor later today, right?"

"Yeah, I'll be gone for a couple of days." He was getting up when you sat on his lap.

"I'll miss you."

"I'll miss you too."

•

Sleepless, Steve groaned and grabbed his jacket and went up to the roof of the tower. He had barely slept between his fight with you and watching his best friend almost get killed by an alien weapon which then was held and brought back by none other than Loki.

Getting up, he looked around at the city when he went to his usual sitting space. This night it wasn't empty, he was surprised to see you sitting there, in his sweatshirt.

He went and sat down next to you. It was quiet for a while.

"Can't sleep?"

You shook your head in response.

"I'm sorry, Steve." You turned your head to look at him, your cheeks flushed from the cold. "What I said was way out of place and I just couldn't think clearly through all of my fury." You could feel your eyes beginning to sting. You couldn't fight with Steve.

"It's okay, I shouldn't have screamed at you. I can't fully blame you I am just-" he took your cold hands in his. "I feel protective over you, you're family to me and you know that."

"Loki was my family for a long time too, once." You muttered to him.

"Are you sure he won't hurt you? Can you really just trust him like that?" he asked and you sighed, not seeing the point in avoiding it.

"No." with another breath you managed to tell him more. "Plus it's just for now, we agreed on it."

Steve stayed silent, but you could feel him studying you.

"But Y/N is that what you actually want?"

The question had you holding your breath, catching you off guard. It was an odd question to ask but if you were letting yourself see the truth- you know the answer.

You stayed quiet and stayed with Steve there until you fell asleep on his shoulder.

•

The golden cages of the palace gates opened up to him, the palace workers carefully bowed to him as he hastily passed by them. The sooner he could this over it, the sooner he could go back to you. Hopefully you won't be taken away from him again when he is back.

Entering the throne room, he saw his father on the grand sit and Thor leaned in on a pillar.

"Ah, my son, you finally came." He walked towards his brother and stood in front of Odin.

"What is this meeting about?"

"Loki-" Thor began before his father halted him.

"I heard you rejected the advances of lady Iyllir, why would you do that?"

"Well, father-"

"Our relationship with her family is important. We need to clean up the messy reputation you gave yourself, giving you a fitting wife will help immensely. Loki, for once in your life do the right thing and obey!"

"Loki has-"

"No Thor, don't make excuses for him. The lady was brought here for you, to have a wedding. My child, don't be foolish. She is a lovely girl, everybody will be happy when the wedding will occur! She even agreed to be your wife despite everything!" the Allfather chuckled but Loki knew better than that.

"Shouldn't we be talking about the problem with Hydra? We did manage to get some weapons but some are still missing." Thor cleared his throat and glanced at Loki, who stayed quiet.

"Very well my child, what do you suggest we do?"

"My friends are doing a great job at attacking Hydra, maybe we could send an Asgardian scientist to help them." Thor glanced at Loki for help, he just nodded at him.

"I want you boys home soon. I want to know how these midgardians got their hands on our weapons, you should not take this lightly, and tell these friends of yours not to as well."

"Of course, father. So in two days time we will go back to Midgard and resume our help there."

"No, Thor you will go but Loki shall stay here." Odin dismissed the older brother.

"Father, they need me there, my wand is still missing there!" Loki argued back.

"They don't need you anymore; you've helped them with explaining the weapons. Now you can stay home and we can talk about the wedding. What is the problem? That was the plan all along."

The problem was that Loki knew that, and it was true. He couldn't argue against it.

•

The bed was cold now, the last couple of days took away the place Loki held in your bed and replaced it with coldness. You missed him already.

The sun was setting, painting the skies of your window with beautiful pastel colours.

"Come in!" you yelled to the person at the door. You smiled when you saw Loki walking into your room. "Loki!"

Rushing to him, you wrapped him in a hug, which he was reclined to return. You pulled back from him.

"Loki?" his face held no expressions, and it sent you back.

"So, you're not going to say anything?" sobbing, you had to sit on the couch. Why was he still here? This is what you get for falling for a trickster; he must have lied to you a million little times. "Did this mean nothing to you? Did I mean nothing to you?"

Accusing him, your blurry eyes returned to his solid face that held no emotion- just indifference.

"What did you expect falling for an immortal monster?" he growled back, mocking you now. The tears kept pouring as he stood there staring.

"I came here to help with the weapons which were stolen, my help isn't really needed here anymore so I am going back to Asgard."

Oh. You took a couple of steps back.

"What did you expect falling for the god of lies? Did you really think I would stay for you? I won't be coming back to midgard anymore." You barely saw him now but you heard the door shut behind him, and he just left you there with your heart shattered like glass on the floor.

"Loki, are you not going to stay until we found the weapons at least?" you let out a nervous laugh, trying to keep looking at him, which proved to be a difficult task when you knew that he knew exactly what you felt.

"No, Thor can take it away from now on. I do have to go back for my duties as a prince, and for a lady after all." You scoffed.

"Right."

"You can't be upset with me. This was what you wanted. We agreed on this from the start, just a temporary thing, right?" he mocked you now.

"Well what if I wanted more! You were all I wanted!" you yelled at him now, finally releasing all the unsaid things. "Does that make you happy? Hearing me say that, hearing me beg?"

"No it doesn't." he groaned at you.

"You are doing the same thing you did all those years ago." The tears welled up in your eyes. "You know, you never did tell me why, you just left with no explanation."

"What do you want me to say, baby?" it slipped but he couldn't control it, he had to control himself first.

"Don't call me baby! Look at this mess that you're creating of me, do you remember what happened back then? How I cried and you were just there watching! You just watched me suffer." The tears let themselves flow without your permission. "Tell me why!"

"You don't know anything, why would you make such a fuss over nothing?" he hissed at you, moving around the room you almost felt like his prey. You probably were.

"Because I love you! I always have so even if you don't just let me have this closure, tell me why you left me so suddenly?" You hated the crack in your voice, closing your eyes for a moment you pinched your nose. "Tell me!"

"This is why!" his yell scared you, opening your eyes you were shocked at what you saw. In front of you stood a creature with blue skin, markings and red eyes- and that was Loki. You stood there staring at him with tears glistening on your cheeks.

"What- what's this?" you felt shivers down your spine, the temperature in the room was much colder now. He gave you a scary smile.

"I'm a frost giant, in Asgard you know the parents tell their kids about monsters like me at night." Those eyes were menacing as he walked over to you. You took steps back but he didn't stop.

"Loki, stop." You put a hand forward.

"Is this not what you wanted?"

"Not like this." You shook your head, trying to get rid of the part of your brain that insists that he is scary. "Whatever you are, whatever happened to you- none of that is enough excuse for what you did to me."

"You mortals always confuse excuse with explanation."

"Yeah right because I'm just a dumb human, I apologize, my prince." In a blink of an eye he turned back to how you knew him. Your mind hasn't processed what happened yet, your heart was already taking over you at that point.

"You asked me why, I gave you a reason." And you wanted to ask more, you wanted to understand this. You wanted him to-

"Stay." You whispered, tired at this point.

"I'm going back to my home at Asgard." He turned back and was walking towards the door.

"If you walk out that door, don't bother coming back."

The door slammed shut and all over again you broke down, with your heart shattering on the floor. That's the price you pay for trying to have back something that you never had in the first place. Nothing has changed.

•

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This is the second time making this post because i am angry as fuck because for some reason when I added the names it didn't save so I'm doing this shit again

Hey! I had a stupendus idea, the past few days I've gathered a bunch of mitten squad quotes and captain sauce quotes

Soooo, I'll put wich book of mario characters would say each quote and we'll see what happens

Yes I know 99% of the mitten squad quotes is gonna be bolivia and carbon

Also, some quotes reference characters and locations, so I'll put an [ ] with what I think the book of mario counterpart would be

MITTEN SQUAD SEGMENT

Lewis:"I have successfully turned an ordinary kitchen utensil into the most valuable fork in the known universe, no one man should have this kind of power, but I am not mortal man, as a sexualy identity as a big rock being thrown into the ocean"

Princess of peaches, talking about 1 TEC-20"The robot wasn't able to pick the lock and I lacked the fire power to blow the bitch open"

Marc:"I left a broom there too so my bucket wouldn't be lonely"

Carbon:"Calm down vegetarians I am talking about animals in video games, animals in real life matter way less"

Barney one:"Killing it isn't the hard part, the hard part is getting away from the explosion of the goddamm Nagasaki bomb strapped up its ass that was rigged to explode once it died"

Bolivia:"Todd Howard [barbie], even in death you find a way to fuck me"

Bolivia:"We came back to the little shit with the ant problem and killed most of the ants, I left one alive for the boy, either he becomes a man or that ant will have a very good day"

Goomb:"Me brain fixed gud no hurt no more"

Marc:"Picked up trash for the make a wish kid"

Bolivia, talking about maria:"Because she hits like a bull with down syndrome and has the personality of a piece of plywood"

Belize:"You might be wondering, who is the boy and who is the girl? I won't give it away but I will say this, the knife is a whore"

Maria:"I had armor, i had supplies, i had pockets full of room temperature tomatos"

Bolivia:"For some reason I thought that stupid the horse v2 could fly, bad decision on my part"

Carbon:"For some reason this shrapnel character had 200 BB's, what a weirdo, who caries around 200 BB's?, anyway, I talked to daddy and brought my 300 BB's and headed off to clear off the Jefferson memorial"

Goverman::"Get a juice box and strap on your helmet, because we're going to hell"

Carbon:"I punched a puppy to death"

Marc:"My iq is similar to that of a 14 year old block of cheese"

Lewis:"Theres an oxygen exhaust pipe, the second best tipe of pipe to suck on to keep yourself alive, for those who need hand holding, that was not a drug reference, this is a family friendly channel, it was a suicide joke"

Bolivia:"I got an amazing slow motion shot of dogmeat getting fucked to death by a nuclear warhead"

Maria:"My only option was to become a vampire, wich sucked"

Bolivia:"But just as when like how every virtual dog goes to hell when it dies, what the fuck does that even mean?"

Carbon:"I took advantage of a unconscious military officer and beat him to death"

Barney one:"Nothing else says more victory than overdosing on drugs after a war"

Prof. Ceasar reality:"And decided to go to the much bigger and much more research facility x-13 research facility facility center, WHAT? I think I had a stroke"

Bolivia:"Used more than 3% of my frag mines to blow up a dog"

Carbon:"The last few coursers ran for their non existence lives and I went after them because I'm not letting anyone get away, one got away"

Maria:"I got a warning saying that nuka world is intended for those level 30 or above, Mathematics show us that me being lv11 is close enough to lv30"

Carbon:"Killed a pain-maker and got a glimpse into the big G in the sky who manifested himself as a fire axe floating in the air, this voodoo shit has no place in zion so I chopped of the pain-maker's legs and arms so If there is an afterlife he will be a cripple in hell for all eternity"

Goverman:"Its head turned into jelly, I threw its egg down into the nightmare bellow, and then I jumped after it"

Carbon:"A herd of big hornets paid the ultimate price for being alive"

Goverman:"Used his gun to turn off a woman"

Maria:"Me being the player can't open the door, theres a know you have to twist it its a whole process"

Goverman explained why maria survived the fall:"One of them belonged to God and refused to die"

Goombell, talking about hoko saba:"The dragon I pretended to not exist a few minutes ago is one of my mom's friend's kids so I had to play with him even tho he's weird"

Belize:"There was no hamster's luck in a garbage disposal chance that I would follow this giant fuck all the way to the cit ruins"

Lewis:"Along the way i saved a shopping cart from drowning and returned it to its family"

Prof. Ceasar reality:"Its about 24 million cheez its away from New vegas"

Bolivia:"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to bedworld"

Carbon:"With enough notches in my pistol to spell psychopath in braille"

Gooverman:"I spie with my little eye a ville whore who deserves to die, I cleaved her back in half with my stick and what I saw was glorious"

Maria?:"Its kinda like playing the floor is lava, but you can't see the lava and instead of burning to death you turn into a vegetable"

IDK"I hid from Ringo by hiding in ringo"

Bolivia:"The plate worked as well I thought it would, wich means it didn't work"

Bolivia:"There was a 3 for 1 discount on dead raiders if you use the promo code granade at checkout"

Belize:"The only explanation is that has a 5th appendage wich he pulls out on special occasions, wich probably isn't the case, we all know elmo doesn't pull out"

Goomb:"You don't need those things, Jesus got trough his life without any guns"

Goombape:"When i played it as a children"

Barbie:"Its like how you don't know if your life has any meaning until you die and see your score"

Belize:"This was the most stealth oriented part of the game by a metric mile"

Bolivia:"I stripped him naked, talked with Elliot [lewis] whose face bothered me for some reason,Talked with the samurai[maria], talked with red dead redemption [barney one]"

Carbon:"Some idiot spilled red paint on the clouds"

Bolivia:"Before traveling with the wizard, I spent some time pestering earnie with the prospect of friendship, by walking back and forth in front of him, making him think i wanted to talk to him just for me to keep on walking,I was voted the quietest guy I high-school and I know how loud earnie is screaming inside his head right now, it's kinda fun to be in this side of it :) ,also this isn't related to the video in any way, I just wanted to make it known that i have a sealed copy of elmos letter adventure for Nintendo 64 and you don't"

Maria:"I knew I could use that as a lighthouse of sorts in order to cast myself further into the ocean until i drowned in my own disappointment"

Goombell:"Vulpes[carbon] was adopted, his mother is both infertile and imaginary"

Belize:"Being alone is mental, you can be surrounded by friends family laughs and love on Christmas morning and still be alone in your head"

Bolivia:"I acted in self defense by committing various war crimes"

Carbon:"My throwing spears were broken and wouldn't fly,stupid fucking game"

Bolivia:"That wasn't a lie, it just wasn't the truth"

Maria:"If there's anything Shaun b knows to do is die"

Boombell:"The number of bear traps I activated for sexual reasons turned my angles into a fine powder"

Goverman:"Where the grass is green and the air is even greener"

IDK"I consulted a doctor who flucked out of medical school and followed his advice by killing myself"

Belize:"Being a futuristic[X-nauti], nazi dominated world version of polly poc,etc it has its own set of drawbacks"

Marc:"They're mass effect 3 of fallout 3's 5th dlc, I've never played mass effect"

Lewis:"Who loves their father like how their brother loves his mother's sister"

Carbon:"Like most existential crises it went away after I killed somebody"

Carbon:"If you're wraped in chains and dropped into an empty bathtub to drown, a snorklew won't save you"

Goombape:""A wise man once said "hi! Jeanie may's here" and he's right, there has to be a better way""

Browser:"After it took 3 grown man to kidnap a baby with a gun"

goldbob:"The lever action gun riffle can kill a mutant in a single shot if you land a shot that can kill it in one hit"

Maria:"Its 2020, Noone wants to use their hands anymore"

Bolivia:"Before journeying into more death, some jackass hit me with a granade and killed me, not the explosion, the granade bouncing off my soon to be corpse is was what made me dead"

Belize:"Some Neanderthals gave me their bullets to hold in a pretty rude way >:("

Princess of peaches:"Im not worried about offending blind people, it's not like they'll be watching this"

Carbon:"30 seconds is longer than you'd think, ask anyone whose been on fire"

Lewis:"I was as useful as a comatose toddler with a nerf gun at pearl harbor"

Goomb:"I also poused the challenge to satisfy the curiosity of mine regarding the birds in the sky that Don real because birds aren't exist"

Marc:"Any doctor worth their weight in styrofoam cups can fix a leg with their feet"

Bolivia:"I had me a silenced weapon, but I didn't account for today being his birthday, this changes everything, so I shaped for hollow point"

Carbon:"Maybe if Steve earlin had a gun instead of a snorklew he'd still be alive today"

Marc:"It took me 30 minutes and 3 phone calls to get my food because I'm too much of a pussy to go outside at 10 o'clock at night while drunk in a Christmas sweater after news year to steal my own food of one my neighbors doorstep"

Maria:"We've got rogue, tank dampse, and squidword"

Lewis;"And they're no joke, but I am, I am the big joke and my body is the punchline"

Bolivia:"I got mentally Nagasaki'd by this guy at the stables"

IDK"And went outside where Victor is unhappy with me, after killing Victor, Victor came out of the lucky 38 to avenge victor"

Bolivia:" i shot a kid, i sent that little bitch to the moon"

Sushiya, testing her products:"The door was of its axis, a plate was misbehaving on the chair, a cattle was dancing on the table like the whore she is"

Carbon:"And went shopping for dead bodies, they weren't in stock, but i know a guy who knows a guy who could help me out, both of those guys are me"

Bolivia:"Now vault yosh is I your head too, and he won't be going anywhere"

Maria's son:"As much of a monster that I look like, I think it's gonna work"

Sushiya:"But you know what they say, imagination is what happens when annoyance meets drug use"

Carbon:"If they're stupid enough to be in my way they might as well be my enemy"

Goverman:"But the slippery bastard was too clever, he walked around it, I didn't even know that such a maneuver was even possible"

IDK"Homeland security at this point has yet to be impregnated by a sentient barrel of oil"

Bolivia:" if I drunkenly put a giant hole on my sink with a goddam coffee cup imagine what I could do with a gun"

Belize:"Got ambushed in the freezer while searching for chicken nuggets"

Goverman:"But the fucken bullet Williams come flying out of fucking nowhere"

Maria:"The next second you're in a universe where everything that exists is the sick bastard child of a drunken fuckfest between a pin screen and a light brush"

Bolivia:"Ask the cashier if they have a granade, if they say no, say nothing for a few seconds, put a big smile, put your hands on theirs and quietly ask, would you like one?"

Sean hampton:"Can't do anything until I have my arms around a fat man"

Barbie:"The premise of this run is that I have no arms and I must dab"

Maria's son:"I told you before that I was a genetic disaster"

Bolivia:"And in that cabin, theres some west Virginian mountain folk who are so deep in incest that one of them somehow managed to be his own father"

Bolivia:"Can you hear that? It's…. It's an air conditioner! And it's so fucking anoying, aw no I hurt it's feelings :( "

Goverman:"He could probably put the end of his musket inside his mouth, pull the trigger and still miss"

Barney one:"The big beaver ended his life in stile, he even made a summersault into the afterlife"

Goverman:"Im a good Christian boy, I'll save my ammo for my suicide"

Carbon:"I am not Cinderella, I'm a parasite"

IDK"I played with a doggy too, it used the flesh on my arm as a chew toy, and I booked his nose with a nuclear newspaper to show that that kind of thing isn't allowed in the mitten squad household"

Sean hampton:"The crusable is a magical weapon like divorce papers, capable of tearing everything it comes across in half"

Barbie:"The curse of grandma sparkle managed to reach me all the way in hell"

Barney one:"If you are gonna get a cat, you might get a gun aswell"

Belize:"Corn on the Joe sat back not helping his brother's"

Carbon:"I bought 24 regular bullets,28 hollow points, and 60 that need to wear a helmet"

Bolivia:"After the squad died I had to content with the leftovers, the scraps, statically speaking the majority of what remained"

Lewis:"What I need to face is like a toddler with a learning disability, that would be fair"

Carbon:"I took both left eyes of this dead guy "

Carbon:"It took longer to pull out the Esther than it took of kill the general"

Sushiya, while high:"Deeper inside shit got weird, i killed a giant skeleton right? Nothing weird about that, but then his body just kinda danced in place really slowly, I tought speeding up time would fix it, that was a massive fucking mistake, and changing time back to normal was an even bigger mistake, he'll be hunting me until I die, but until then he'll still be dancing"

CAPTAINSAUCE SEGMENT

Carbon:"They're old, how hard can it be to turn them into blueberry jam and ram them into the grass"

Belize:"I guess if you do electrocute a tank enough it would just explode"

Boliviz:"Id have a better chance of finding a snowball down here than winning a coin toss"

Marc:"How does my Christmas lights break to a stiff breeze but these ones are practically terminators"

Barney one:"I never tought id see the day where I would have to hire a sniper to assassinate a troublesome light bulb but here we are "

Lewis:"I get the feeling if you try to milk a minotaur then you're gonna be its wife"

Sushiya:"In the history of mankind do you think we've ever seen a snake fight an octopus?"

Goverman:"Lets see if you can wobble your way trough the grim reaper" [the grim being carbon]

Goldbob:"Its a steaming pile of something ill tell you that much"

Goverman:"He died? How! Did he have an allergic reaction to the sun?"

Goomb:"Michelangelo is Swiss cheese and where good to go"

Bolivia:"It really looks like I'm taking a sharpened stick to a bazooka fight"

Maria:"HOW DID I GO FROM FIGHTING AN OCTOPUS IN A SUIT TO WW3???"

Princess of peaches, talking about 1TEC-20:"Im playing pictionary with a blind robot"

maria:"Theres on the nose dialogue and then there's punch you in the nose dialogue"

Bolivia, talking about barney one:"This lady looks like her father was half refrigerator"

IDK"Im supposed to sabotage the mail missile assembly line but it looks like someone got here before me"

Belize?:"And the ghosts of previously murdered pianos???"

Maria:"Im getting outsmarted by puppets"

Bolivia:"After careful deliberation with my associate we've come to the conclusion that the local government must have Removed all quarters from circulation, the laundromat went under and before you know it the entire society fell into nudism and then anarchy "

Carbon?:"This is like the hunger games of sesame street"

IDK"Im a weird shotgun santa"

Garlic?:"Oh damm! CTHULO IS THICC"

Krump:"What kind of interdimensional time traveling toilet is this?"

Carbon:"Wheater it be cultural appropriation or demonic abomination, i don't realy care im just gonna try to hit it with a pee bucket"

Carbon:"THIS IS THE MEDIEVAL RUSSIAN VERSION OF DRIVING INTO BATTLE WITH A TANK BUT SHOOT PEOPLE WITH A BB GUN"

Belize::"I DIDN'T KNOW GRANNY WAS TAKING GRAVEDIGGER TO CHURCH THIS MORNING"

Goombell:"This isn't a bridge its just the worlds weakest motorcycle trebuchet "

Bolivia:"Oh hellow mr berry"

Carbon:"Giant alien space worm 2020, make America worm poop again"

Bolivia:"When did snuffy[barney one] decide to judas me and join the hobbits?[origamis]"

Lewis:"Theres a surprisingly high amount of chickens in this map and a dramatic lack of eggs"

Bolivia:"Im pretty sure we've sent the first claim to the moon"

Maria:"And yet I'm forced to defend myself from stuff like bloodthirsty scp's using nothing but uncooked t-bone stake, I mean technically its doable but it doesn't make It any less ridiculous"

Barbie:"What's the point of a metal detector if literally everyone here has somekind of cybernetic, like I swear to God If I walk trough here aND you guys start pounding the shit out of me just because I got a couple of extra inches of robo-dong IM GONNA BE PISSED"

Bolivia:"Everyone's wearing slick black suits meanwhile I look like somebody skinned a couch from the 70s"

Sushiya:"Is this bacon flavored weed or weed flavored bacon?"

Sean hampton:"Do you think that Darth Vader ever had to deal with a rebel or a henchmen who was into getting chocked? Like starts force checking them and they tell him to go harder?"

Koopley:"I was stabbed to death by a naked man with a spear and my arm is perpetually running"

Koop kotu:"So I'm crazy enough to be locked behind bars but not crazy enough to think I can fly*

Bolivia:"Usually spooders have 8 arms not 8 abs"

Carbon:"I just bludgeoned Jesus to death with a stick of meat, I'm guessing he's gonna be back in a couple of days he's gonna be looking for me so we'll start running now"

Carbon:"Im done with words, shooty goody time"

Maria?:"Id have a better time cutting down bushes then these strange little robo hobits"

Belize:"Dad this is not the time to be dancing with crabs!"

Maria:"Thats my little brother, who has a fully posable deny devito action figure,I've always been jealous of that one"

Bolivia:"The turns are tabbleling"

Maria, talking about barbie:"She's not exactly the brightest tool at the picnic"

Belize:"Are you kidding me mom? Realy?, you were the one that said you're sick of seeing donkey kongs donkey dong"

Maria:"I have no idea what was in that Wonster energy drink that made him go master roshe style"

Bolivia:"I want to file a complaint against Stacy [belize] for T-posing to assert Dominance over me"

Marc:"Believe it or not dangling a padlock the size of a shoebox from a doorknob does as much work as I want to"

Caesar reality:"You can never have too many rotten floor bananas"

Carbon:"Poisoning your boss is probably not the best way to skip work, but ya boy gotta do what he has to do"

Goverman:"I'll take nicknames of my penis for 300$ alex"

Starvinden?:"I guess we'll just leave you in your special sarcophagus mr tutan-deez-nuts"[browser]

Lewis:"I've been skipping work for 2 weeks now and I'm starting to think that my computer isn't even plugged in"

Bolivia, talking to maria:"Your suit smells like a wet fart and your mouth smells like a ashtray"

Bolivia:"If anyone needs me I'll be on the insane asylum, why am I caressing a mannequin on top of a boat?"

Carbon:"Would you like to hang yourself or be crucified? Dealers choice!"

Bolivia talking about carbon:"He's doing something ingenious probably diabolical……..or he's dressed as a panda"

Marc:"We should really pay for security around here not only are people breaking in there is also a giant spine breaking chickens"

Maria to Bolivia:"You are very angry at that stake"

Sushiya, after using its products:"I wonder why was I twerking at the office statue"

IDK"WHY IS THERE A GIANT NAKED MAN IN THE LOCKER CHOCKING ME TO DEATH WITH A CHAIN??!!!"

goombell:"I guess we're gonna leave the cookie monster dildo in the locker"

Sean hampton, to Maria:"My love for you is like diarrhea, sometimes I just can't hold it in"

Bolivia:"You're watching me In a Google video platform playing a game from a Google gaming platform that was translated using Google translate, if this isn't a dystopian future I don't know what is"

Bolivia?:"I couldn't have predicted the run after her like a velociraptor made out of pool noodles"

Lewis:"Jumping Jack neighbor help me!"

Bolivia:"Bread! There's no bread,there's your bread! That's a cookie God dammit"

Belize:"So I can be invited to the worlds saddest birthday party"

Maria:"I guess we're playing ring around the Rosie till I lose his dumb ass"

Carbon:"If you see jehovah's witness you tell them to eat shit"

Bolivia:"HOW CAN YOU AFFORD A GUARD BIRD AND NOT A DOOR STOP?"

Bolivia::"For my shopping list I need to find a floppy disk with a s, but for the distraction I could use a floppy dick with sunglasses and a tie"

Carbon:"I really hoped that your little bird bath had a couple inches of water so I could steal a tiny toaster to throw it in with you"

Belize::"Its pretty safe to say Mr voice bad Benjamin good, but we just saw Benjamin talk with the grim reaper and pull around a cart wich is about the size of a child's body"

Goombell:"She may have a crush on the interdimensional death fox"

Maria:"Its like the herpes of craft supplies"

Barney one:"Everyone wants to split checks for keano Reaves, even if they're a 10ft dragon made out of logos and seizures what is going on right now?"

Sushiya, high, again:"When I dilapidated the banana and poked the mayo's brain then had an indept conversation with the strawberry cocoon did bread get arrested? I didn't see the police come by, that would make sense because the alcoholic cat ran away"

Carbon:"IF THEY HAVE AN ASS TO PULL PUNS OUT OF THEY HAVE TO HAVE A BRAIN TO THINK THEM UP"

Goombell:"I think I graduated for the university of food torture"

Well, this is all, took some time but it's here, hope you enjoyed

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racebox-of-higgars · 3 years

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//plops down at table with three notebooks//

Good evening.

You shall now be the subject of my rambling and info-dumping, seeing as you have recently reblogged a post about invading your ask box to do just that.

So, buckle up, my beloved mutual, for I am about to talk your damn ears off.

We all know historians are heterosexist shabuire, yes? Yes? Good. So I've taken it upon myself to send an f-you to all of them and collect evidence for one of the historically accurate ships they so desperately try to erase. The one in question here is, of course, Alexander Hamilton x John Laurens, or more commonly known as Lams.

I've done... a lot of research, to put it mildly. And yes, as a matter of fact, I do consider reading letters from the late 1700s and screaming because I can feel my heart MELTING as research.

Anygay, there's a lot that I have right now so I'll just hit the highlights, because if I go completely in-depth with everything I've found, this'll be thousands of words longer.

The year is 1779. The month, April. The date... unknown. Which sucks. Alexander and John have fought together for years at this point and are very close... friends. This is the first time they've been truly separated. The letter open with:

"Cold in my professions, warm in my friendships, I wish, my Dear Laurens, it might be in my power, by action rather than words, to convince you that I love you. I shall only tell you that ’till you bade us Adieu, I hardly knew the value you had taught my heart to set upon you. Indeed, my friend, it was not well done. You know the opinion I entertain of mankind, and how much it is my desire to preserve myself free from particular attachments, and to keep my happiness independent on the caprice of others. You should not have taken advantage of my sensibility to steal into my affections without my consent. But as you have done it and as we are generally indulgent to those we love, I shall not scruple to pardon the fraud you have committed, on condition that for my sake, if not for your own, you will always continue to merit the partiality, which you have so artfully instilled into me."

So pretty much what this opening paragraph is saying is this: "*Sexual innuendo* And I'll keep telling you that until you die. So you know I hate everyone and don't want to have any attachments to anyone. But you've managed to worm your way into my heart, even though I didn't want it. So now that you've done it, please keep doing it, for you if not for me."

Now that's just hella gay. Like, hella fucking gay.

The middle paragraphs are mainly talk about the war, so skipping those for the end because that's when things get spicy as FUCK.

Alexander asks John to find him a wife and goes into great detail about exactly what he wants in a wife. I saw a theory somewhere (I can't remember where) that Alexander was actually describing John and yeah, it pretty much checks out. Keeping in mind deliberate irony is a thing.

So then he goes on to say: "...mind you do justice to the length of my nose and don't forget, that I ⟨– – – – –⟩." 'Nose' is a slang term. And the - - - - - are crossed out words. We'll get to those later.

The last sentence of this letter is: "I have gratified my feelings, by lengthening out the only kind of intercourse now in my power with my friend." and I find this. So. Sweet. He's pretty plainly missing John. And just- he uses the word intercourse. How- how is that platonic? This is gay. They're gay. It's gay.

In almost all the letters that survived, they're signed with "Yours", "Affectionately Yrs.", "Yrs most sincerely", "Yr affectionate", and "Yrs forever" from Alexander. "Adieu, my dear boy", "My love as usual", "You know the unalterable sentiments of your affectionate Laurens", and "Yours ever" all came from John, with the last being the most common. That's... also not terribly straight. Something additionally interesting is that John's father, Henry Laurens, called his wife, Elenor, "Dear girl." That would make it explicitly romantic in his eyes. John also called his wife that in the only surviving letter from him to her. Oh yeah, he's married and has a kid, btw.

So pretty much how that happened was John's boyfriend Francis Kinloch broke up with him, he banged Martha probably 'cause he was sad and pissed and had a lot of feelings, she got pregnant, then he married her out of pity. Alexander knew none of that. And they were really close. The only reason he found out was because he happened to stumble upon some stuff he shouldn't have, and he was pissed. The whole paragraph about him detailing the wife he wanted? Pretty much petty payback.

Devoted is an interesting word, isn't it? Stronger than it's synonyms, such as caring or loyal. So if we skip ahead a few years, Alexander is engaged to Eliza. He tells John about this, John responds, and in his next letter he says: "...as if after matrimony I was to be less devoted than I am now." He's telling him, "Don't worry, I'll still love you as much as I always have. Just because I'm getting married, it doesn't change my feelings for you." Again. Heterosexual explanation? None.

" I hate Congress—I hate the army—I hate the world—I hate myself. The whole is a mass of fools and knaves; I could almost except you and Meade." Keep in mind that at this point now, Alexander was married. And he didn't include his wife in the exemptions. Only John and one of his closest friends, Richard Meade. Dunno 'bout you, but that seems rather telling to me. He also says at the end: "My ravings are for your own bosom." And I can't. His ravings are for John's heart I can't.

These are just some of the highlights of my nearly six thousand word book on this subject. I would happily copy/paste it all, but I'm not gonna subject you to that XD For full viewing the link is here, should you wish to listen to me ramble and rant in more detail.

Thank you for allowing me to dump this all on your lap, and I shall now bid you adieu. //vanishes back into the shadows//

HI, sorry it took me so long to answer this, I’ve had a pretty full-on day.

This was actually super interesting to read. I actually did a little bit of research into this about a year ago, when I was writing Lams fanfiction, so I knew about the ‘cold in my professions, warm in my friendships” letter, but not any of the others, so thanks for this!! It was a really fascinating read, and I definitely learned a lot from reading it. Have a good day :)

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qqueenofhades · 4 years

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I'm going to start this off by apologizing for how long this is probably going to be. And please feel free to delete this if it is too dumb or annoying But to start off the story I have been building in my head and have a few pages written now started in my head as a fanfic until it grew a life and a story of its own. (Not in the same vein as 50 shades I swear) So now I have been editing around the bits of what it started as a fanfic of and trying to make it more my own original thing. 1/3

The problem now comes in when I look at the literally hundreds of books/tv shows/movies I have read and watched over the years and my big fear is that in trying to make my story more original I worry that I'm just stealing from the other books, shows, and movies that I read and watched over the years that have just been filed back in the corners of my brain. And being raised in a weird school system and being taught that plagirism is the absolute worst thing you can ever do in writing. 2/3

It is basically making me want to throw my rough draft pages into the trashcan to never look at again and it has also left it very hard for me to read or watch anything new in all of this free time of quarantine because I worry that it will just influence my own story. Or I will see a better line and be like "well they wrote this type of story better than I could so mine is pointless". So I guess what this all boils down too is, is this the imposter syndrome that I see everyone talk about? 3/3

Oh honey. First of all, deep breath.

Next of all: absolutely NOBODY ever writes anything that is truly, utterly original. Even if they put some kind of new spin on the tropes or do it from a new angle or anything like that, all of humanity is drawing on the same basic literary architecture and telling narratives that have the same essential beats and structure. (Frankly, when anyone writes anything SO AVANT GARDE ORIGINAL, it’s usually turgid, deathly dull, and unreadable, at least in my opinion). Tropes and cliches are tropes and cliches because they work: they’re all part of the same storytelling kit that we all use and are proven effective ways to create drama, advance character conflict, provoke a response/emotions in your reader. Of course, if it’s nothing BUT unreconstructed tropes, that’s less good, but on their own, archetypes are not evil! They do not mean you’re a lazy writer, and they aren’t something that should Never Ever Be Used. Tropes are fun. We like them because they work. So you don’t need to reinvent the wheel of storytelling, and you shouldn’t feel that pressure to do so.

Everyone, as I said, engages in this kind of creative commerce, and by nature, stories will have common themes with each other. When in doubt, just channel your inner Mediocre White Man: mediocre white men get paid zillions of dollars to turn out absolute turds, and nobody thinks they shouldn’t, so why shouldn’t you do that with something that is almost guaranteed to be better? You have to read other stories and expose yourself to other narratives, both because a) it’s fun, and b) it helps you learn to sense how a story works, the parts that it puts together, the dynamic and technical aspects of good writing and narrative tension and character development, and to see which parts you want to learn and emulate, and which parts you want to improve on.

Trust me: the audience out there isn’t thinking “well this one author wrote this kind of story already, so nobody can ever write this story again.” Witness the thousands of identical and derivative mass-market fiction types that get published every year; even literary fiction and genre/sci fi/fantasy/horror fiction has recognizable and classifiable subgenres. They exist so people who like one book can eagerly go out and get books that are similar to it; readers LOVE having new options to suggest (and they may amass a huge pile on their bedside table that they really do not need to add any more books to, not that I am, uh, speaking from experience here or anything). You might discover, as almost everyone does, that there are authors or books out there that you like better than others, but that doesn’t mean that those authors you don’t personally prefer should just stop writing. There’s a huge literary market precisely because people do love books and stories and if they find something they like, will read it over and over. It’s like fanfic in that sense: just because someone wrote a coffee shop AU or whatever doesn’t mean that nobody can ever write a coffee shop AU again. We all bring our own perspectives and influences and preferences, and so nothing is exactly the same.

If you’re just ripping off huge chunks of someone else’s writing verbatim, and copying character names/plot beats without giving credit: then yes, obviously, that is plagiarism. But just allowing yourself to be influenced by stories you like (and to consume those stories, especially with all your quarantine free time when you’re probably climbing the walls with boredom otherwise) is absolutely NOT plagiarism, and you should not feel guilty about doing it. If you’re stressing over it to the point where it’s making you unable to do any work on it at all: again, take a deep breath, hit pause for a bit, reorient yourself, watch or read some things you enjoy, think critically about why you enjoy them, and decide how and why you want to apply them to your own work. You already transformed a fic into an original story -- that’s great! You clearly have thoughts and ideas about what makes this particular narrative go, and why you wanted to change the characters from the models you started with. That is the essence of transformative creative work, and of all storytelling everywhere. That is a GOOD thing! I’m excited that you’re doing it! People who might read your work are excited that you’re doing it!

So all this is to say: chin up, channel your inner Mediocre White Man, remember that everyone has done the same thing, has the same anxieties, and worries about how to shape their story, and it’s really okay. Art exists to comfort us in hard times like these, to be shared, to be enjoyed, to be transformed and replicated and critiqued and remade, and that is the essence of humanity and our love for these particular kind of stories. You can do it. It’s okay.

I believe in you. Hugs.

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