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rika-mortis · 3 months
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Some Miles Upshur fanarts that I made in 2020-2021
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Guys....we NEED to start pspspsing at Outlast villains.
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soggyqun · 6 months
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Maybe it’s because I’ve been obsessed with this game for years but playing Outlast for the first time made me realize I’m attracted to everyone in that damn asylum 🤕 lock me up doc
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kawareo-main · 2 years
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I must rant for a sec here
So I see myself as a pretty insensetive person, I dont need tws, I read a lot of really fucked up shit while eating breakfast with my granny next to me. Not a lot affects me, right?
But there is this one fucking fanfiction on AO3 that absolutely destroyed me.
I cant find it again.
I don't want to find it again.
I saw Eddie/Andrew in tags and thought oh cool, maybe we can finally see Andrew get whats coming to him" and clicked on, unaware of what lies ahead.
I think the author is a med student and also the reason for why I believe med students should not be allowed to write body horror fics.
Its about the entire process of Eddie going insane. He gets tumors. He's losing himself and Andrew is going crazy too from the conditions he works in. There is SA with Andrew/Eddie but its Andrew playing on Eddie's past traumas until he throws up. Its vile and disgusting and from Andrew's POV and it ruined my life and i loved it.
I was also left shaking when i finished it and that was over a year ago abd it still plagues my nightmares.
So anyway if anyone knows which one im talking about id appreaciate a link to it
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dykeseesgod · 10 months
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i dont wven listen to mcr but i DO listen to Thomas Andrew Lehrer (/ˈlɛərər/; born April 9, 1928) is an American musician, singer-songwriter, satirist, and mathematician, who later taught mathematics and musical theater. He recorded pithy and humorous songs that became popular in the 1950s and 1960s. His songs often parodied popular musical forms, though they usually had original melodies. An exception is "The Elements", in which he set the names of the chemical elements to the tune of the "Major-General's Song" from Gilbert and Sullivan's Pirates of Penzance. Lehrer's early performances dealt with non-topical subjects and black humor in songs such as "Poisoning Pigeons in the Park". In the 1960s, he produced songs about timely social and political issues, particularly for the U.S. version of the television show That Was the Week That Was. The popularity of these songs has far outlasted their topical subjects and references. Lehrer quoted a friend's explanation: "Always predict the worst and you'll be hailed as a prophet."[1] In the early 1970s, Lehrer largely retired from public performance to devote his time to teaching mathematics and musical theater history at the University of California, Santa Cruz.
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otdiaftg · 3 months
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Neil isn't hungry, but eating gives him something to do. It also makes him easier to corner. Dan props her hip against the counter and watches him rummage through the fridge. She is trying to outlast him, Neil thinks, but Neil isn't going to be the first to speak. He pops his takeout container into the microwave, twists the dial, and returns her heavy stare. Dan manages the silent treatment only until the timer dings. "Are we going to talk about this?" she asks.
"You might want to avoid Aaron for a couple days." "That was already the plan," Dan says. "What the hell is going on?" "I'm doing what you asked me to do," Neil said. "I'm fixing them." "That's not what it looked like." Neil shrugged, poked his noodles, and restarted the timer. "If a bone isn't healing straight, you have no choice but to break it. They'll be fine." Matt leaned against the doorframe and arched a brow at Neil. "That's not exactly reassuring. From you 'fine' could mean anything from 'I'm going to hitchhike across the state' to 'I'm beaten to a bloody pulp but I can still hold a racquet'." "Did you bet on them?" Neil asked. Realizing Matt couldn't follow his train of thought, he said, "Aaron and Katelyn." "Everyone except Andrew bet on them," Matt said. "It's not a matter of them working out. It's a matter of when." Neil considered that. "Then they'll be fine." Dan didn't look convinced, but she left him to eat in peace and took Matt with her.
Day: Saturday, January 13th Time: 3:25 PM EST
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chernobog13 · 19 days
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The last Golden Age superhero created by MLJ (now known as Archie Comics), Red Rube was that company's answer to Fawcett Comic's Captain Marvel.
Or, to be more precise: MLJ's blatant rip-off of Captain Marvel.
Both heroes were young orphans, Billy Watson and Reuben Reubens, who were granted powers from different entities after shouting magic words. For Billy it was "Shazam!", after which he was struck by magic lightning and transformed into Captain Marvel. Reuben, on the other hand, shouted "Hey, Rube!" and was transformed by a magic tornado into Red Rube. And both Billy and Reuben got jobs as young reporters.
The biggest difference between the characters, however, was their popularity. Cap outlasted the majority of other comic book superheroes, and only stopped being published in 1953 because of Fawcett's legal troubles. Red Rube didn't even last a year.
Red Rube was a rare breed of hero for MLJ, as he actually had superpowers; the majority of their characters were just masked crimefighters. He was created at the time when MLJ was phasing out its costumed heroes and replacing them with more comedic features, including a certain teen-aged Archie Andrews. Rube reflected this trend: he did not take himself - or his adventures - seriously, and they were written with a comedic bent.
MLJ/Archie Comics revived and revised most of their superhero characters several times over the next several decades, but Red Rube, and another hero named Mr. Satan, were not among them. Because of that, both of those characters are now in the public domain.
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the-empress-7 · 1 year
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Something I've realized is that celebrity culture and the age of instant gratification via social media has trained us to expect noise. We expect Harry and Meghan to make noise because they're celebrities who need our attention to exist. We expect Charles and Camilla to make noise because they're not any better than celebrities, with their addiction to the limelight and positive press. We expect Andrew, Sarah, and the Yorkies to make noise because they are celebrities too, just like Harry and Meghan, and they're addicted to attention.
We expect William and Catherine to make noise because they're of the same family that gave us Harry, Meghan, Charles, Camilla, Andrew, Sarah, Beatrice, and Eugenie. But they don't make noise and they aren't competing with the others for our attention, and that makes people uncomfortable. Because celebrity culture and social media has told us that if you want to be someone you have to be everywhere. Heard and seen at all places, at all times, on all accounts, for all/any reasons.
But what everyone forgets is that royalty is not celebrity. Royalty is supposed to be better than celebrity. Which means that royalty does not play the game like celebrities. Royalty, if done properly, will outlast celebrity. Royalty, when done properly (as in the case of Elizabeth and Philip), will be the bridges between yesterday, today, and tomorrow. Celebrities are yesterday's fish wrap. Royals are tomorrow's headlines. William and Catherine understand this much more fundamentally than the rest of his family do.
..."but they don't make noise and they aren't competing with the others for our attention, and that makes people uncomfortable."
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jtl-fics · 9 months
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47) Here’s a (fake) fic title - Around About Forever. What would this story be about?
Fanfiction Writer Asks
A slow look at Neil and Andrew after they've stumbled into immortality. They don't know how it happened or when exactly something changed...but then Aaron and Andrew start to look different.
Their friends start to complain about new aches and Neil is realizing that his old aches don't really....hurt anymore? They sort of faded to the background.
They outlast everyone. Ichirou perhaps tries some things but nothing sticks.
In the end all they have is one another and in the end that's all they absolutely need. So the two of them start to wander around the world. There's all of time for healing. There are times where it's hard to know that it will never end. Where they miss people like they would miss a limb if their limbs didn't grow back.
They watch the beginnings and ends of many things. Some legacies have staying power and some dwindle quickly. The first hundred years were hard because they were so well known but now Neil and Andrew can just be faces in the crowd.
It'd be a lot of fluff. A lot of contemplation about the nature of healing. How if given infinite time and space there still may be things that never truly heal. How sometimes living is hard.
It'd be about victories Big (Neil watching as Wymack's legacy flourishes with 2nd chances & Andrew using his unlimited time and money to fix the foster system) and small (Ben and Jerry's 'resurrecting' some of Andrew's old flavors. Neil discovering a vegetable he actually likes) and it'd be about failures Big (a 10 year stretch where they don't see one another because they each thought the other one wanted space when all they wanted was to cling tightly to one another) and small (Ate the last of a candy bar that was discontinued 40 years beforehand & mankind has created a new terrible pizza combination that the very mention of it's ingredients can tear a family apart)
It'd be about them having forever and what they could do with it.
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penandinkprincess · 2 years
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listen i know there’s jokes about “well i outlived the queen now what is there?” but fam andrew tate and trump are still alive alright you gotta hang in there
you’re gonna let those fuckers outlast you? you’re gonna miss popping bottles when they finally croak? you’re not gonna have a dance party in your kitchen the second that news breaks? 
bestie, you gotta keep on keeping on. it’s hard, but you gotta do it. you gotta be there to celebrate. 
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heybabyricecake · 7 months
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Things have gotten really chaotic in my high school AU fic where Neil loves Riko first and Andrew comes along and steals Riko's boyfriend here's an excerpt:
Riko reached his hands to Nathaniel’s hair, giving it a slow ruffle. “How about I go deliver the message?” He suggested, smiling wickedly.
“Fine.” Nathaniel said, waving his hand. And he really, truly, didn’t think twice about it until Riko was approaching the home benches again like a lion might circle its prey. Nathaniel watched the encounter closely, as did Kevin who took up a post beside him.
Riko said something, arms out wide in a friendly while simultaneously threatening greeting. Andrew made the shooing motion again, like Riko was a fly he was shooing away. Riko lowered his arms, and leaned in. Andrew stuck his racquet out, one end at Riko’s chest, to keep him from moving closer. Words were exchanged. Nathaniel suddenly grew worried Riko was delivering more than just his message back. Riko said something, gesturing back to where Nathaniel and Kevin were still watching. Andrew flipped Riko off. Riko swatted Andrew’s racquet out of the way.
It was like watching the animal planet. Two predators toying with each other, waiting to see who outlasts who.
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harlequinoccult · 1 year
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This is for slaughter squad but you can also add your other stories if you please dear author~ how would the ros react to a naturally reserved and stoic mc but after they get into a relationship, they're a lil freak in the sheets with a high sex drive? I need to know for....purposes.
ill answer for slaughter squad and valley of luck. why the fuck not.
SLAUGHTER SQUAD
Elysium- Is going to tease the shit out of you. Oh you need them? you want him? Acting so tough all the time yet you're so, so thirsty? You better show them how much you really want it then, darling.
Black Dahlia- She can appreciate a stoic and silent MC as is, but an mc thats a lil thotty in bed will get an eyebrow raise from her, though she certainly isn't complaining about it, she can certainly keep up the pace no problem.
Overdose- FUCKYESFUCKYESFUCKYESFUCKYES. They woulda thought the MC was a bit on the boring side initially, but this? This changes things. They will indulge MC and then some. Might burn themselves out trying to keep up with MC but god knows they didn't try.
Cold- Their sex drive is a rollercoaster, could be high as MC's or nearly nonexistent, they'd always indulge the MC even if they're not looking to get off themselves, though. They might tease juuust a little bit for fun to rile MC up a little, lingering touches, cold hands on warm places, deep kisses just to pull away moments later, just to see how stoic the mc can remain.
Sweetheart- Oh big ol' heart eyes. will let MC do anything they want with him and will do anything the mc wants him to do to them. absolutely savors every single sound he can coax out of the mc when they're like this.
The Host- When I say they are DTF I fucking mean it. They will drop anything they are doing to find the nearest semi private place to service the MC. If there isn't a place they will make a place private enough. (interpret this as you will) There is now nothing more important than making the MC cum right this second.
The Valley of Luck
Xandin- Like a fucking deer in headlights. Would greatly appreciate a stoic MC but the man is dense at sex and romance. He will service the MC in any way he can to the best of his ability like the sluttiest nerd you've ever seen. he doesn't last long but give him like 5 minutes and he'll be good to go again.
Yuuki- Will also tease the shit out of you. Big dick itsuki can keep up like its nothing. The man has been around the block. You cannot out-sex yuuki. Yuuki will outlast you. You cannot win.
Andrew- Surprisingly high sex drive as well. Andrew isn't phased by it much, he knows a lot of different people, and the mc's switch flipping during sex doesn't really surprise him, he does think its cute though. He does try to be gentle but if the mc is trying to rile him up? Well gentle is just going out the window. Welcome to fuck town, and god have mercy on anyone who tries to disturb the two of you.
Claudia- Oh isn't this just darling. The concept of a sex drive isnt really a "thing" for celestial born beings like her, but she is absolutely going to mess with and tease the MC as much as physically possible with absolutely zero god damn shame. Stoic mcs will be in hell because claudia knows you're horny and will do her best to fluster you at any given opportunity.
Vylasia- Kill the poor girl why dont you. She'd be initially gentle with reserved/stoic mc's since she has a hard time being mysterious and cool with them but giving her a workout in the bed isle is making her flustered. Will do her best for you but will eventually have to tap out and cool off before she explodes from embarrassment.
Cy- Well this makes the MC even more interesting now doesn't it? They know every nook and cranny that they can sweep MC off to whenever they get an urge so they can avoid doing any work they've got a reasonable sex drive but can and will indulge the mc whenever they're simply bored and want something to do that isnt paperwork, or any other inane thing a member of the nobility wants them to do.
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dustedmagazine · 1 year
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Sleaford Mods — UK Grim (Rough Trade)
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Grim indeed, this post-COVID, post-Brexit, pre-apocalypse Britain, where prime ministers strive — and fail — to outlast heads of lettuce, inflation rages and strikes cripple the healthcare system. And honestly, who better to chronicle these distressing times than Jason Williamson, the speaking half of Sleaford Mods and our century’s reigning poet of irascible contempt? Like its title track, UK Grim waxes artfully dyspeptic, its words a palimpsest of layered, complicated reference to current events and contemporary culture.
“U.K. Grim” pounds and swaggers, blotty electronic beats framing a barrage of furious cameos. Nigel Farage, Boris Johnson, Liz Truss, Rishi Sunak, Vladimir Putin and make brief appearances, framed by sudden admonitions to “Keep that desk area tidy” and disgusted cries of “Put it in the bin.” Williamson talks fast because he has to. There’s so much to disparage.
As always, Williamson rails to the accompaniment of Andrew Fearn, the silent, head-bobbing, deck-jockey half of the band, whose beats create worlds for these songs to inhabit. Fearn’s music is often ominous, as on the sparse, cavernous “D.I.Why,” occasionally giddy (see the carnival-esque blare of “On the Ground”), and sometimes skeletally bare (“Right Wing Beasts”), but never less than interesting. Indeed, my sense is that Fearn has gotten better at his job with experience. Where rickety, bull-headed repetition was the hallmark of the brilliant Divide and Exit, here tracks branch off from each other in striking, idiosyncratic ways. There are shades of vintage video games, aughts experimental hip hop and synthy post punk woven in, every track its own thing.
There are also guest artists, with Florence Shaw from Dry Cleaning murmuring dangerously in “Force 10 from Navarone,” and Perry Farrell of Jane’s Addiction cavorting across the bruised peppiness of “So Trendy.” There’s an award to hand out, I’d give Shaw the edge for impact. Her clean, cultured tone cuts through the sweat and lather of the Sleaford Mods like a laser, sounding all the more threatening at low volume. (This is also the cut with the cryptic line, “Jason, why does the darkness elope?” which produces chills even if you have no idea what it means.)
And yet, when you come to the Sleaford Mods, you are mostly here for Jason Williamson, who is in exceptionally fine form. Here is Williamson’s spit-flecked, ornately structured poetry, his burnt-black humor and his surprising intervals of vulnerability (catch him in “I, Claudius,” a young lad spotting a Santa eating chips and asking his father, “Does he eat, dad?” Innocence lost, right there.) In “D.I.Why” faced with tattoo-copying posers who are “like the edgy version of something shit“ Williamson seeks guidance. “I saw a doctor, I said, why do I feel like slapping these BnM goths, all this post punk dross?” he asks a therapist. The answer is solid gold Sleaford Mods. “He said, because they’re fucking cunts, Jason. Fucking hit them.”
Still at it, still hitting hard, all hail the Sleaford Mods.
Jennifer Kelly
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pedanther · 8 months
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For the Doctor Who ask meme: 3, 6
3. Which Doctor do you think should have had more seasons?
On the basis of unrealised potential (and leaving Big Finish out of it), there are three obvious candidates: Colin Baker, Paul McGann, and Christopher Eccleston each got less than three seasons, and all showed they had more to give.
I'm going to opt for Colin Baker's Doctor, for two reasons. One is a sense of fair play: Baker was booted from the show, for reasons which didn't really have anything to do with him, just as he was settling into the role. The other is that what more seasons would have looked like isn't just about the actor. It would have been great to see more of Paul McGann as the Doctor, but more episodes like the TV movie we could do without. And I don't think I would have liked Christopher Eccleston being given the character arc that David Tennant was given after he left. (Of course, that character arc might only have existed because a new actor was in the role, and a second Eccleston season might have been very different. But we can only work with the information we have.) If Colin Baker had made it one more season, he'd have outlasted Eric Saward and been working with Andrew Cartmel, who had a vision for Doctor Who that was a lot like what Baker had been wanting to do all along.
6. Which season do you like the least?
A tough question, this. I've seen nearly all of them, and even the ones I didn't like much overall had episodes I liked a lot.
The relatively safe answer is the Flux season, for the reason that it's the only season of Doctor Who that I haven't seen at all, and therefore I do not like (or dislike) any of it.
A more honest answer would be that the reason I haven't seen any of the Flux season is that I watched two or three episodes of the previous season, feeling bored and irritated, and then didn't watch another episode of Doctor Who for two years.
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kawareo-main · 2 years
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I think this is the fic ur looking for! - someone too ashamed of their taste in fic to come off anon
https://archiveofourown.org/works/2161257/chapters/4725081
Anon too bad youre an anon cause i want to kiss you on the mouth rn
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teenageheartthrob · 2 years
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An Unconventional Guide to Happiness- Part 4 (Platonic Avengers x Reader, Loki x Reader)
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Series Summary: The trials and tribulations of Y/N L/N in the life of a hero, with a super family.
Chapter Summary: Clint comes to calm your nerves after a mysterious night (flashback to come)
Category: fluff, angst
Ship: Loki Laufeyson x reader (eventual), Avengers x reader (platonic)
Trigger Warnings: One swear word and big brother Clint vibes, very wholesome :)
Word Count: 1.9 k
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The sound of waves slowly crashing against the shore was normally a gentle reminder of your mortality, it reminded you of the good things life could bring. The current morning especially should have been one of those times, as you watched an over 40s yoga class stumbling their way through stretches, fighting against the wind.
With your anger now dealt with, you didn’t know what to feel exactly. Scared? Sad? Certainly not grateful. 
You were not prepared to be grateful in a world where Andrew Kingston roamed just yet. 
Your thoughts drifted once more to the God, your God, as the morning light guided your eyes to close. 
Initially, you had tried to repress the guilt, but now that you were alone, with no direction or purpose, the feelings were slowly stirring inside you again. 
It was your fault, or at least that’s how you perceived it. 
You could, and should have, dealt with Andy yourself, it wasn’t like you didn’t have the strength. But Loki…he stepped in. 
Maybe he thought you were weak. The Avengers were in enough hot water with the press as it was, he probably just wanted it dealt with quickly. 
Yeah, that’s why he stepped in. 
As you contemplated how in all the nine realms you were going to make it up to your best friend- wait, was he anymore? You had put him in the hospital after all- the presence you had been sensing behind you for the last minute, came closer. 
They were a friendly, the friendliest in fact. Didn’t warrant moving, you decided. 
“Knew I’d find you here,” Clint said, sitting against the palm tree next to your own. 
“Oh really?” You retorted.
“Mmhm, you like the water.” His smirk was so tactile you could feel it without even touching him. Unconsciously, your fingers attempted to shake off the shadow of an emotion.
Smug bastard, of course he’d know that. The small man-made beach was one of your only sanctuaries in the busy city. You had naively assumed no one knew about this one, but of course he knew. He always did. 
“When did I tell you that?” 
You winced, finally opening your eyes to the light- covered beach in front of you. A coffee cup came into view as Clint extended his arm, careful to only make contact with the cup, not you directly. “You didn’t have to.”
“Thanks for the coffee,” you accepted. 
The yoga class was still going strong 15 minutes on, most had outlasted your predictions. 
“No problem, kid. Home?”
You shook your head, maybe a little too quickly. Clint’s underlying concern became more evident. 
“Loki’s awake,” the archer persisted, “want to go see him?”
Pausing, you took a shaky breath and thought it over. While doing so, your hands fiddled with the cup they held, the burn it omitted somehow soothed your raw wounds. 
He wouldn’t want to see you. Because of you he damn near broke every bone in his body. Okay, maybe that was an exaggeration, but his healing powers aside, he had to be in a lot of pain. 
It would be weeks before he was cleared for missions and you knew how restless he could get hanging around the compound. His ever-ticking mind craved more than endless pages of a book or trivial television. It ached for strategy, any chance to show his prowess. Within a week he would be driving you and Thor crazy. 
Thor…
Stupidly, selfishly, you hadn’t even considered him. He would be more angry than Loki, you hurt his brother, who he’d already lost so many times before. 
If Loki truly was mad, the raven-haired God would likely ignore you, treat you as though you didn’t exist. That, you thought, you could handle. 
Thor’s anger was more…outward, expressive. There was a good chance he would beat you to a pulp. 
You swallowed cautiously, hoping to lubricate your still-aching throat. Hours of yelling and crying had taken its toll. 
“What am I doing here, Clint?”
“Running away from guilt, I suppose,” the man next to you answered, “any normal person would.”
“Since when have *we* ever been normal?” you huffed under your breath, although it was still about 100 decibels too loud for the archer to miss. No response came, not that you expected one really, he would be the first to admit that your life was far from conventional. “Don’t get me wrong, I wouldn’t change our lives for anything, we all love what we do. But Loki is laying in a hospital bed and its not even because of something that happened in the field.” Letting your head fall in shame, you continued muttering. “Just can’t believe I was so stupid. Sometimes I wonder if the job is worth it I guess.”
Your life-long friend sat more to attention, hesitantly shifting an inch closer to you. “You know this wasn’t your fault, right?”
“I know, just needed someone to blame.” You weren’t sure if that was the truth or not. You figured it was equally the fault of you and Andrew Kingston, the question was who was more responsible? 
The yoga class was packing up, apparently surrendering to the elements. On the not so distant shore, a woman dressed head to toe in hot pink tried desperately to save her matching matt from the water. You silently chuckled as she was unsuccessful. 
You turned, with what was likely your 500th sigh of the day, to look at Clint. Your absolute best friend, your family. He had obviously been waiting for a vulnerable moment such as this. 
Stealth training comes in handy outside of the field sometimes too. 
“Come on, you have to go see him, Y/N.” You had barely opened your mouth to protest before he spoke again. “He keeps asking for you, you know?”
Your mouth snapped shut. Your fears were confirmed, at least in your mind. The God was pissed. 
You wondered, for a brief moment, why that thought felt like a jagged knife in your gut. 
The archer stood and dusted himself off, knowing full well that the sand would remain on his clothes no matter how much he tried to prevent it. “Here,” he said, reaching for your un-drunk cup of coffee, “give me that. We’ll get you a new one when we get back to the compound. Something cold.”
“What? Wh-“
“Your hands,” Clint called back, already having begun to walk away, “you’re getting those checked out when we get there by the way. No arguments.”
Damn him. 
You stood to follow him, avoiding dusting yourself off for fear of more salt and sand getting trapped in your openly wounded palms. “Oooh, big brother Clint voice,” you teased, “don’t hear much of that these days.”
“You’ll end my stealth career if you keep giving me reasons to use it,” he hit back. 
“I am your career, I’m a full time job.” 
“Don’t I know it,” he huffed sarcastically, wrapping a strong, supportive arm around your shoulders. 
Clint planted a kiss on your temple as he gently guided you both towards what you could only assume to be the direction of a waiting car.
Now caught up to the blond man, you smiled to yourself softly. Normal, it felt normal. Clint’s warmth wasn’t stained with any worry or anger, you knew you were safe. Things in that moment felt good almost, until the image of your best friend unconscious in your lap crept back into your mind. 
Where was Wanda when you needed her? Ordinarily you could go to Loki for that sort of thing- taking the bad thoughts and feelings away, helping share the load. 
But somehow you had a feeling that might not be welcome any more.
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“How is everyone?” You dared to ask over the sound of the usual New York traffic. 
It was a vague question. What it actually meant was ‘is everyone mad at me and when am I being kicked out?’ But you were hoping Clint took it as ‘is everyone well?’
He answered a third way instead. 
“Steve, Tony and Barnes are in a meeting with Fury but they’ll be back soon. Although, Cap did ask me to make sure you gave him a call when you were up to it, he sounds worried. I haven’t seen much of Tony but I can bet he’s the same.” 
More guilt washed over you. You shouldn’t have just left like that, you knew how Steve and Bucky were with these kinds of things. 
And Tony…God, you hated disappointing him. 
“Thor has visited him every hour or so. Both seem okay, all things considered.”
“Clint,” you pressed. 
The archer sighed, wisely admitting defeat early, and nodded to the driver in the front of the car. He waited until the partition had risen to continue. 
“Everyone is shaken to say the least, this sort of thing doesn’t tend to happen outside of the field. Loki is awake, but he’s annoying everybody,” the blond refrained  from adding a sarcastic ‘like usual.’ “All he’s done, from the minute he woke up, is ask for you, like I told you. Cho almost considered putting him in restraints after he tried to stage an escape attempt.”
“Shit,” you turned away. Clint hadn’t seen you cry in a long time, and you weren’t about to let him now. 
On one hand you felt oddly touched by the fact that Loki wanted to see you that badly, on the other, you figured he probably wanted to see you so he could do to you what Kingston did to him. “It’ll be fine, he’ll be fine. There’s nothing to worry about.”
“Easy for you to say, it’s my fault, Clint.” You cursed your mouth for betraying you.
He made a point of looking at you, blue eyes staring deep into your soul as if he was trying to peel back the layers like you could- trying to find what you were really feeling. 
“Y/N, you’re overthinking it. Loki was protecting you. He knew what he was doing and what the consequences would be. He kept you safe, that’s all he cares about, I promise. That doesn’t mean that what happened was your fault.”
“Okay. Fine.” You figured it was just easier to agree, at least verbally. You knew your mind would be going back and forth on what it really thought for a good while. 
Maybe on of your scheduled recovery periods away from everyone would be a good idea. Although, you didn’t know how long you could truly avoid the Odinson and Laufeyson wrath for. Especially as neither of the brothers seemed to believe in using doors.
“Okay then. Good.”
Your heart sank to your feet as you felt the familiar right turn into the driveway of the compound. You knew you were going to have to face things sooner or later, but it had been nice to run away from everything for a while. 
Just as you were planning how to get away this time, Clint took your hand gently in his own. 
Since you were little, you had a system. When talking was too much or it was just awkward to do so, one of you would squeeze the other’s hand three times. It always let you know you had each other’s back. 
Clint squeezed your hand as you clambered out of the standard SHEILD issue vehicle and you knew that he meant what those squeezes symbolised. 
‘I love you.’
You realised then that no matter what happened with Loki, at least you’d always have one person in your corner - and Clint didn’t plan on going anywhere.
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Part 5 soon, flashback about the night coming in part 6!
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