#honestly this isn’t me actually pondering I know I won’t

[teamfortresstwo]

I went a little bit insane with excitement in a fic author’s comments and,,,, do I apologize?? Should I explain some of my odd behaviors and wording?? (As in the time it took for me to comment not being long enough to have read an entire fic because most of them were ones I’d already read and also the claim of a binge reading not being delivered on as most of the fics were ones I’d already read because this author is big brain-)

And I was a little bit hyper as I tend to get with authors I like and-

Idk I just feel guilty what if I made them feel annoyed or unsettled what if they think I’m creepy or something

#vent #I just- I can forget to keep a normal tone when I find an author I like #honestly this isn’t me actually pondering I know I won’t #this is more like me confessing and trying to explain my sins and therefore be absolved

[charliedawn]

Hey this is some stupid fear I have but how would some slasher ( whoever you want. ) React to a nurse who is young like in 20s and isn't scared at dying at a young age or isn't scared of dying like any time, but it's scared to grow up? It's really a stupid fear I have personal.

P.S you don't need to do it tho.

( sorry for the bad Grammer, English is my second language. )

Pennywise:

"Yeah. Growing up is scary, kid. I won’t lie to you. But, guess what ? It is part of the process." Pennywise hesitated before patting your head. "Cheer up. Being mortal isn’t all that bad. Living forever is a bore honestly."

Pennywise’s throat tightened as he realised that you would grow up. He knew it was a process and that in the blink of an eye…You would be gone. He waited a few seconds before surprising you by pulling you into a hug. Your eyes widened as you realised that he was shaking.

"Pennywise…" You uttered in a whisper before sighing and hugging him back.

He didn’t say anything. Truth was ? He was scared too. But, he didn’t want to tell you with words. So, he hugged you and hoped you’d understand that he was scared too…but that he was happy that whatever little life you had left, he’d be right next to you until the end.

Penny:

Penny lost so many people in his life that he asked Pennywise to erase his memories of the people he used to love. When you shared your fears with him however, he tilted his head and seemed to ponder on it for a moment before shrugging.

"I could make you live forever. Would you be happier if I did ? Make you immortal ?"

You started thinking about it.

Living forever ? You smiled sadly and shook your head negatively.

"Thank you, Penny. But…I don’t think I would like to live forever. Life is meant to be precious…It is not meant to go on forever."

Penny tilted his head and looked puzzled, but he didn’t say anything. It was odd. He had never seen his life as precious when he was alive. But yours ? His jaw twitched slightly. Yours. He valued.

Vincent Sinclair:

Vincent is an artist. He sees beauty in everything.

When he heard that you were scared of growing up, he just started taking as many pictures as he could of you and showed them to you. He then told you in sign language that you’d live forever—in his camera.

And that if you were scared ? Well, you just had to look at the photos and remember that that was how he would remember you forever. He then started stroking your hair and pressed his forehead against yours to calm you down.

Vincent knew he would eventually have to say goodbye.

But, to him ?

You would always remain a masterpiece.

Five Hargreeves:

"Growing up is scary. But, being stuck as a child is even worse. Children never get heard. I would know. I was a child. Twice."

He said and looked down. So many years spent in solitude. So many years wasted. He lived for decades and yet, Five never thought that he was truly alive. He was feeling better with his siblings, but he never actually had any moment in his life that he could say that he felt like he was enough or enough. Sometimes, he even wondered if the world would have been better without him.

It was only when he was admitted in St Louis that he realised he wanted to be something more and make his life a good one. It wasn’t until he met…you.

He looked at you and smiled.

"You gave me a life. And even when you get older and start forgetting about how you changed everything for me, I’ll be there to remind you. Every single day."

Jason Voorhees:

Jason never had a real childhood. He was bullied as a kid and his overprotective mother never allowed him to get out of her sight. When she died, he had no one to look after him and felt lost and lonely. He tried to reach out to people, but he could never create attachment with anyone.

So, he just kept killing and making sure people stayed away, because it was better than to get hurt.

And then, he met you.

He started caring for you more than he’d care to admit and soon enough, he wasn’t feeling as lonely anymore.

Jason *hugs you tightly*

Jason started looking up to you and even though he was also afraid of what will happen when you get too old to keep him company, he still wanted to keep you close to him—no matter how sad he would be once he would have to say goodbye.

Brahms Heelshire:

Brahms looked at you and shook his head—as if he didn’t believe you.

"Y/N…Never going to grow old. Will stay young forever. Young forever with Brahms."

He hugged you and closed his eyes.

Deep down, he knew that you’d eventually grow old and disappear. But, in his mind ? You’d always be perfect. No matter how old you get or how afraid you get.

Brahms : "Don’t worry, Y/N. Brahms is here. Brahms will stay with you…"

He held back tears and just hugged you tighter.

Norman Bates:

Norman: "…Darling. Listen to me. I am the oldest slasher to have ever existed. I was born in 1932. I am old. Very old. But…I would give up a whole eternity just to be with you. So, it is not about having a long life, but a good one. A worthy life. And just meeting you made mine worth it. And if I was to die tomorrow ? I can say…I lived a good life." He smiled and stroked your cheek affectionately with his forefinger. "You should do the same. Stop worrying about when your time is gonna run out or because of the few wrinkles on your face. Just remember to have fun and enjoy your life. Take the advice of a man who’s seen it all."

He then put down a tray on the table.

"Now, tea ?"

Jack Torrance:

"Old ? Ah. Don’t you worry, sweetheart. You’ll be one hell of a cute old lady, if you get there." Jack never got the chance to grow old. He secretly misses being alive. He would have loved to grow old with his family and be a father to Danny. But, he never got there. He died—frozen and alone. He then came back as some sort of ghost who feeds on fear. So, no. Growing old isn’t something he would find scary, or losing you. Because he knows that when you do grow old and eventually leave this world, you will go to a nice place—unlike him. And if you don’t ? Well, you’d be trapped with him. Either way, he knows you’ll be alright. So, he isn’t worried.

"You’ll be fine. I know it. Now, stop worrying and come have a drink with me."

Hannibal Jr.:

"You will always be a Hannibal in my eyes. No matter how old or wrinkled you get…You will always be my beloved daughter." Hannibal Jr. told you when you shared your fears with him. He stroked your cheeks and smiled. "Always."

You smiled at him and hugged him tightly. He returned your hug and whispered in your ear.

"You will always be part of this family." He then kissed your forehead. "No matter what."

Ghostface (Eddie Munson):

"…Don’t worry. We will grow old together. It will be less lonely." Ghostface told you and smiled at you. Unlike the other slashers, Ghostface can grow old. He is not exactly a slasher. It is more of a multitude of people taking the role with time. Eddie won’t be Ghostface forever. Once his mission over, he will start growing old as well until he just gives his mask to someone new.

Ghostface *scoots closer to you and wraps an arm around your shoulders* : "I bet we will be the coolest old people ever…" *smiles*

#pennywise x reader #pennywise 2017 #pennywise 1990 #vincent sinclair x reader #five hargreeves x reader #jason voorhes x reader #brahms heelshire x reader #norman bates x reader #jack torrance x reader #hannibal jr #hannibal x reader #ghostface eddie munson

[iguessthisisanewobsession]

It takes a mob part 2

part one is here.

part 3 is here.

Bill was honestly considering the store up as hostage as he glared at the isle.

30 dollars for the cheapest can of formula?? 20 for diapers??

Jesus this had to be considered gouging at this point.

Bill felt another headache begin to throb as he tried his best to decipher the difference between brands. 

‘Not a day of health class Bill,’ he grimaced as he gently shook one oof the cans. ‘Yet here you are.’

Bill never saw himself for fatherhood, he may have pondered it once or twice in his years but only in that sort of abstract way that one ponders throwing your favorite cup. It would be stupid to do, but for a moment or two tempting.

Then he got tangled up into the goon lifestyle and any notion of that pondering went out the building.

There were enough kids in Gotham without father figures, no use accidentally making another one if he slipped up.

‘And look all that thinking led yah Billy,’ his old man droned on in his head, ‘all the work, non’ of the fun. that don’t make a happy man son.’

Bill was half tempted to open that old burner phone; it sat in his breast pocket.

Even if all that would answer would be the machine.

But no, Bill had this.

‘what’s the worst that could happen?’ he pondered as he put the tin in the cart, ‘watching three kids.’

they weren’t his after all.

He found his cohorts in the next isle shaking various items at the kid.

“What in the name of Crime Alley are you two idiots doing?”

“Oh, hey Bill!”

Ken didn’t even turn to face him, what kind of etiquette were they training these guys with? 

“Again, what the fuck are you doin’? I asked you two to pick out a couple outfits for the tyke.”

“annnd we did!” Marv chuckled handing over a bundle of cloth, “We just thought that the kid deserve somethin’ cute for being so good to us is all.”

“Actually Bill, mind throwing in your two cents? which one do you think Dan would prefer the rabbit or the frog?’

Bill pinched his brow,

“I don’t know man, what difference does it make?”

“What difference?! Man, this is his first toy we’re talking about!” Ken exclaimed,

“This is a big deal! If he’s anything like my Me Mah told me I was than he’s going to be carrying it for years!’

Danny for his part blew a bubble with his mouth, great input kid.

“I- the rabbit, I guess! I dunno, maybe he’ll like Alice in wonderland or some shit.”

Marv seemed to perk up at the thought.

“Hell yeah brother! Boss likes those old books anyways, so he probably won’t notice if we borrow a copy for a bit!”

Ken snorted as he casually thew the frog back on the shelf,

“Marven, in case you forgot, Boss is very careful with those books of his. If you want to risk it, I won’t stop you but it’s your fingers on the line man.”

“Aww, anything for our lil’ Danny!”

The clerk raised an eyebrow but kept their mouth shut as the three goons went to pay. They kept their mouth shut as Bill paid in crumpled bills and let them get on their way.

“Yeah, well pass Ken wonderlad will you? This shit isn’t going to carry itself.”

Danny babbled as they tried to sort everything into a carriable position. He shook his new toy too a fro in an almost comical manner. Like he was giving orders before an ops.

Eventually they made headway and started to make their way back to crime alley. Only for Bill to raise a occupied hand to stop the others in their step.

“Wait a moment.. where are we heading? It’ll be suspicious if we head back to base. We clocked out hours ago.”

Marv shook his head,

“Can’t go back to my place, Gwen just got done with a double shift in the ER.”

“Kenny?”

Ken snorted and shook his head as well,

“We can try but we all know Me Mah is packin’ and not scared to point first if she doesn’t expect company.”

“Then where the hell are going to go?”

Bill didn’t like how the two of them were suddenly staring at him,

“No.”

“Aww come on Bill!”

“Nope. Nah ah”

Ken rolled his eyes kicked at his shin,

“It’s just for one night Bill. Tomorrow we can ask around with the other guys, but it’s not like we have many options right now.”

“My apartment is like the least kid friendly place in the neighborhood!”

Danny have a little wine as he shoved his face into Ken’s shoulder,

“Bill..”

‘Fuck…’

Bill pinched his nose as he closed his eyes, if only to block out the puppy eyes Marv was sending his way. For a big lug, it was stupid how effective they were.

“Fine… One night and you two owe me a favor after this.”

The two dumbasses actually let out a cheer loud enough to wake a nearby dog.

Leading the way Bill couldn’t help but wonder if it was too late to go to bar like they planned.

~~~~~~~~~

Hoodlums:

​@reinluna,@confused-moose-child,@mimilikey,@emeraudesfateandfandoms, @dolfay, @boredomfarie, @aconitewolfbane, @withoutcontxt, @onyxlightdragon, @satanicrutialspecialist, @phoenixdemonqueen, @vixen-uchiha, @skulld3mort-1fan, @bytheoldwillowtree, @illusionwolfwriter24r8, @thewonderoflebanon, @vipower001, @autumnwulf,

#dp x dc #writing prompt #danny phantom #danny fenton #dc x dp #jason todd #goonion bill #marv #marv and ken are my ocs #ken #still need a name #jason: they’re doing something stupid dick I need to go #dick: nope you are finishing your day off. what is the worst thing they could do in 24 hours? #red hood #it takes a mob

[the-moon-lullaby]

Headcanons : The HSL Boys + Priya Drunk

N/A: So this random but the other day I was talking about MCL with a friend and as summer approaches and plans are being planned (chaotic ones mainly) we started to wonder how the LIs would be like when drunk. So I thought I'd share my opinion on the matter.

* little disclaimer : always drink alcohol with moderation and if you don't drink, don't let others influence you (f*ck them if they make fun of you about that, they're the problem) and if you do drink though, always drink glasses of water between glasses of alcohol (you'll thank yourself the next day)

𝙲𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚕 :

Emotional drunk

Not every time though, it doesn’t happen that often but when it does ,just give him a compliment or tell him something sad and you just launched the machine

This will be likely followed by this « I love you guys » speech (he’s probably really drunk at this point so his discourse doesn’t make sense but it the least of his concerns right now)

Will never admit it or accept to talk about it the next day (might even pretend that he doesn’t remember it as if it was enough to make everyone forget about it lol)

But when he’s not emotional, he’s actually extrovert ???

Like he talks with everyone and have good laugh with them (my boy has become a social butterfly for the night)

Would accept a cigarette if someone offers him one so PLS STOP HIM (he has to protect his voice come on)

Totally up for karaoke but don’t you dare try to make him sing these commercial songs he always complains about because he certainly won’t and he’ll rant about how they suck

Bonus point : I can picture him ✨slaying✨ a Lady Gaga karaoke. Like he knows the lyrics and even some bit of the choreo (probably won’t do it though, I guess that’s where he draws the line). That would depend on who is around tho (for example if Nathaniel is around, haha no. He’ll never let this guy catch him singing Bad Romance, no matter how drunk)

If he keeps drinking, he might throw up and he’ll try to be slick about it (but everyone knows that when he left in such a hurry, it was because the end was near for him)

He has the worst hangovers. It takes him 3 whole business days to get back on his feet (he has to get over the physical consequences but also the embarrassment. Because, ew, talking about feelings and all when he’s drunk cringes him so bad lol)

𝙻𝚢𝚜𝚊𝚗����𝚎𝚛 :

Philosophically confused drunk ? 

Literally, anything could become matter to philosophical debates at this point and out of nowhere he’ll just start pondering existence and the meaning of life. 

And he has a lot to say (which is surprising according to the fact that Lysander isn’t really talkative in  general)

Can get anyone captivated because he speaks from the heart and he kinda make a point (he make people rethink their whole life so that can be a bit of a buzzkill as much as it can be fascinating. It’s 50/50)

Honestly, I struggle to imagine Lysander drunk because I don’t think there’s a lot of circumstances where he would be likely to drink a lot. Especially that I don’t think he’s really fond of strong alcohol (like vodka, rum or else) but more of a wine kinda guy. 

(Which is why that if he does get drunk, he’ll get a dreadful hangover the next day because there’s nothing like a wine hangover y’all)

I feel like if he’s not pondering existence, he’ll be just listening at people (you know the people that overshare when drunk, spilling the tea without judgment or just telling their life story, I kinda love these people)

He would be a really good listener and would conclude the conversation by a inspiring quote he just made up (you can’t silence the poet in him)

If you leave him on his own for too long tho, he might get an existential crisis (like « Where is my life leading me ??? What should life be like ?? What’s after life ??? How do you know you’re living and not surviving ???) Yeah, he asks himself a lot of questions and that can be overwhelming (relatable)

If people pressuring to sing, he’ll just be annoyed so don’t. He don’t really like to sing when drunk because he knows that this won’t be his best performance 

Bonus point : I believe he’s the kind of person that can get sleepy from alcohol (add to that the fact that he spends his days working hard) so he’s likely to be one of the first that want to leave the party lol

𝙰𝚛𝚖𝚒𝚗 :

If you’re going to an event or a party where Armin might get drunk, please bring a leash with you

Not but for real, he’s the runner type of drunk 

Totally that friend that’ll randomly disappear in the middle of the party to do some side quests without warning ANYONE

So everyone’s start wondering : WHERE DID HE GO AGAIN ? 

And he’ll come back as if nothing happened with some random items he found on the way (bonus : or some random guy he talked with and now they’re buddies ???)

I said he was a runner but it’s because he likes to be chased. He just finds it fun and it becomes sort of a escaping mission in his mind 

(That’s funny because usually you can’t get him to do anything that requires physical investment lol)

If you guys finally catch him and make him stay in sight he’ll just be super friendly 

He’s kind of get "happy drunk" and everything’s seems so funny 

Alcohol really does cloud his judgment so he’ll get some stupid ideas that sounds to him like genius-like behaviours (it’s not, pls stay on your chair dear)

I feel like if he finds a partner in crime, it’s over, he’s out of control (and that might very well be Nathaniel but I’ll go back to it later)

Would dance (pretty badly)

He really can’t sit still for more than two minutes so it’s better if you keep an eye on him at all time (he’s basically the result of if a 9 year-old was drunk which can be as entertaining as it can get exhausting)

Would ‘strategically throw up’ (you know when some people will make themselves throw up when they feel like they’re going to be sick so that they can keep going)

𝙽𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚎𝚕 :

He doesn’t get drunk often (it is actually pretty rare as he said in UL) and he says that it’s because he doesn’t really like the taste of alcohol

However, that’s only one part of the truth, the other part is that he’s out of control when drunk 

Literally, his brain seem to stop cooperating when he reaches a certain point

Will have no filter about what he says (says anything that comes to his mind and that can be problematic)

Could easily get into fights because of that but also because his patience is very thin when drunk. Not that he’ll be looking for a fight but he won’t take any shit (literally the  "fuck around and find out" meme)

Would talk to people then looses patience and leave in the middle of the conversation (then the person in front of him is just like « ??? »)

He’s a flirt x10. He’s a flirt sober but when he’s drunk it’s even worst because as I said, he has no filter anymore

He just seem horny and he's not even subtle about it (if he's here with his partner, he'll want to go have a “talk” at some point and no, drink some water that's for the best)

(Which I believe that back in UL, may have caused some « problematic black-out get with », another reason why he doesn’t like to drink - self awareness king)

Now, I said that Nathaniel could very much end up being Armin’s partner in crime 

I meant it. It’s just that Nathaniel when drunk just wants to have fun and has no patience, Armin on the other end, can’t stay still more than 2 minutes and just wants to mess around so that kinda of a match

Chaotic duo (the chaos is real, if you thought drunk Armin was hard to manage, you don’t want to imagine drunk Nathaniel by his side)

I can picture them doing shots together even though they hate the taste of it (but just for fun you know)

However, you have to admit that despite the chaos they cause (in the limits of the law ofc. Well, most likely hum hum), they are very entertaining 

𝙺𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗 :

Clingy drunk. Whether he’s clingy with his girlfriend or his friends, he just can’t help it

It’s not like he’s going to do the emotional speeches and all

It’s more like he’ll randomly hug them. If he’s here with his girl, he always has an arm around her or he’s holding her hand (cute)

If there’s pets where you guys are, you lost him

He’s going to spend the night playing with them (and that way he can avoid talking with the people he doesn’t know, clever)

He would also be the one that want to go on a walk in the middle of the night because why not ? It’s mostly because he wants to get some fresh air (I have the feeling that Kentin wouldn’t feel at his most comfortable in the middle of a party)

He rely on his more extroverted friends to introduce him to other people (because he’d rather don’t to do it on his own)

I think that just like Lysander, Kentin wouldn't really be the type of person to get drunk because he can hardly handle alcohol. Maybe a beer here and there but that’s it. So it got to be a very special occasion for him to get in that state

Would get sleepy from alcohol too

𝙿𝚛𝚒𝚢𝚊 :

She’s the life of the party 

The kind of person that won’t let anyone stay sat for to long and then proceed to drag them to the dance floor 

Also a master at making cocktails and she’ll invent a new recipe by the end of the night with the alcoholic beverages’ leftovers 

(The drink could seem nasty but it’s really good ??? Like how ???)

Would get political if someone brings up the topic

Because you know my girl don’t joke about that 

Really, that could lead to an endless debate about societal issues 

But no matter how drunk she is, she still got that charisma and that eloquence (which I wonder how but I just can’t imagine Priya drunk slurring her words ???) so give it a few moments and she has an audience 

I mean, she could also get an audience while doing karaoke or dancing ‘cause she really has this energy that captivates people 

Great at comforting people who are ‘sad drunk’ or at handling those who are getting out of hand (we can think of the chaotic duo mentioned above)

She knows how to hold her liquor quite well so it’s very rare that she ends up being a mess (queen)

She sounds like so much fun to hang out with honestly 

Priya <3 (we won’t talk about her arc in LL, I am still in denial and I intend to keep gaslighting myself into believing that it never happened)

Hope you guys enjoyed it !

#mcl #mclul #mcl priya #mcl nathaniel #mcl alternate life #mcl lysander #mcl castiel #mcl armin #mcl kentin #amour sucre #my candy love lysander #my candy love castiel #my candy love nathaniel #my candy love armin #my candy love kentin #my candy love priya #my candy love #my candy love university life #amor doce

[knickynoo]

Back to the Future Part II, The Novel by Craig Shaw Gardner: Thoughts, commentary, and general ramblings

Part 2: Marty McGamblerPants

Previous posts here

• As Marty ventures into the Café 80s, a lot of what unfolds is pretty close to the movie, so not much to say there. There is an interesting line as Griff and Biff exit the café, though, where Biff says, “Listen, Griff, don’t you go loanin’ that McFly kid any money—even though he probably needs it, him and his old man both.”

I wonder: is he saying that just because he wants to take a dig at the state of the McFly family’s finances or because Griff has loaned money to Junior before? If he has, that’s quite the interesting thing to ponder considering I don’t see Griff as being the type to do much of anything out of the kindness of his heart, but I absolutely do see him loaning money to Junior just to be able to use it against him and force him into doing things.

• If I’m remembering correctly, Junior doesn’t actually say no to Griff in the café. He mentions it being dangerous, says he should discuss it with his father, and then eventually says okay once he’s thrown over the counter. Book Junior does say no, though, and he says it like this:

You know that’s Marty’s boy; he’s got nice manners just like his dad. I love Junior so much.

• When Marty gets approached in 2015 about saving the clock tower, the book notes that the guy asking for the donation is Terry. When Marty won’t donate the hundred dollars, Terry goes on to talk about how, back when the clock was struck by lightning, “—a hundred bucks was worth something.” He then points to Biff (who is across the street) and starts to talk about how Biff, “—tried to shaft me out of three-hundred bucks for fixing his car.”

I kind of wish they had included this context in the movie because it was only a handful of years ago that I realized the guy asking for the donation is Terry the mechanic from 1955. And while that information isn’t important, it would have saved me a good deal of confusion in those hundred or so watches growing up when I had no clue who he was. And the thing is, I could see the obvious old-age makeup, so I knew he was supposed to be someone, but I didn’t know who until I read it online after starting this blog. Before that, I was always like, “Why did they go through the trouble of badly doing old age makeup on this random guy for this one scene? Why didn’t they just hire an old man?”

• The discussion about the Cubs between Marty and Terry just reminded me of the unnecessarily long Dudes Talking Sports conversation between Marty and Doc in the novel for the first movie.

•The book makes it very clear that Marty’s motivation for buying the sports almanac is due to his anxiety over finding out his future self is a “loser.” Like…there is no other reasoning—not even the general lure of wealth—noticeably at play here. Marty just desperately wants to avoid being described as someone who “flushed his life down the toilet” and he sees the almanac as his guaranteed way to prevent that fate.

Why wasn’t this included in the movie?? All my times watching it, and I’ve NEVER gotten the sense that buying the almanac is the result of Marty being afraid of what he learned in the café. It always just seemed like Marty was simply being impulsive, irresponsible, and greedy. And frankly, it also has always struck me as a little out of character for him. He’s impulsive, yes, but good-hearted, honest, Marty McFly wanting to cheat at gambling for fun? Never seemed quite in line with who he is.

The way the book frames it changes it so much though! It’s so much easier to be sympathetic toward Marty buying the almanac with the context that he’s doing it to save himself and his family. Kind of flabbergasted, honestly. This would have been a great detail to have in the movie. Imagine seeing the excited grin and the “I can’t lose!” and him telling Doc with a mischievous grin, “Maybe we can place a couple bets?” replaced by a Marty who’s conflicted about his decision but desperate not to become someone everyone around him is ashamed of. Because there is no sense of that in Movie Marty. He just sees the almanac and does this

Now I’m wondering: is there anyone who watched the movie and DID conclude that Marty bought the almanac specifically to avoid being a loser? Is it only me who thought he was just chasing easy fame and fortune for funsies??

#back to the future #bttf #marty mcfly #bttf ii: the novel

[ctitan98official]

Alcina’s trying to give up smoking

18+ Minors DNI

Alcina: *Rummaging through her desk, throwing cigarette cartons away*

Y/N: *Walks in, tilts their head* What are you doing, babe?

Alcina: *Looking quite proud of herself* I’m going to quit smoking, draga.

Y/N: *Eyes widen in shock* Wow! Really?! That’s awesome! *Goes up and hugs her legs* I’m sure you’ll feel a lot better once you stop. *Whispering to themself* And I won’t have to make out with a walking pack of menthols anymore…

Alcina: *Didn’t hear that last part* What was that, draga?

Y/N: Oh, uh, nothing! Just happy for you, Alci!

Alcina: *Smiles, kisses Y/N* Thank you, my darling. It will be a challenge to quit so suddenly, but I think I’ll manage.

A few days later

Y/N: *Running happily into Alcina’s room* I could go for some pussy! Wanna get railed, Alci?!

Alcina: *Sitting and reading a book, glares at Y/N* As usual, you sweep me off my feet with your elegant foreplay, Y/N. *Rolls her eyes*

Y/N: *Cringes at the look Alcina’s giving them* Um, I meant to say… Pretty, pretty please can I rail you?! *Gives her puppy dog eyes*

Alcina: *Sighs and rubs Y/N’s head, thinks they look adorable* Well, I must say that was an improvement at least… Alright, draga.

Y/N: Yeah! *Eagerly begins undressing Alcina, places kisses along her neck*

Alcina: *Moans lustfully*

Y/N: You’re perfect, babe. You’re gorgeous. I love your soft skin and your- *Stops abruptly once they pull Alcina’s dress off of her* What the fuck?

Alcina: *Whines as Y/N stops kissing her* D-Draga, why did you-?

Y/N: What the hell are all of these things?! *Points at Alcina’s body*

Alcina: What are you talking about, Y/N? *Looks down at herself, gasps, bites her lip in embarrassment* Damn, I forgot to take these off.

Y/N: What’s going on, Alci?

Alcina: *Clears her throat nervously* Um, well… I’ve got… Nicotine patches on. They’re supposed to help me with my cigarette cravings. *Goes over to grab a box of the patches* See? *Hands it to Y/N*

Y/N: *Looks at the box* It says you should only use one a day… *Chuckles* Hehe, cheater.

Alcina: *Cheeks flaming* I am not cheating! I’ve smoked for more than a century, Y/N. Old habits die hard. And besides, I think we can both agree I’m a little different than most people! (A/N: Pick me girl Alci XD)

Y/N: Well, is using all of these patches at once bad for you? Do you feel weird or anything?

Alcina: No, draga. I feel perfectly fine. *Pondering for a moment* Well, there was something odd that happened a bit earlier…

Y/N: *Worried* What was it?!

Alcina: *Crosses her arms, looks away, suddenly bashful* Err… I don’t want to say…

Y/N: Babe, what happened?! You’re freaking me out!

Alcina: *Knows that Y/N isn’t going to drop this, groans, hides her face in her hands* Ugh, fine! When I peed this morning, the whole bathroom started to smell like an ashtray! Happy now?!

Y/N: Hahahaha! What?! *Tears streaming down their cheeks* Yes! Very happy! That’s hilarious!

Alcina: *Pouting* It’s not funny, Y/N!

Y/N: But it is, babe! It’s like you can make your own perfume. Picture it. Eau de Alcina: The scent of nicotine and eternal life! *Laughs wildly* What do you think? I can already see it on a shelf at Macy’s or some shit.

Alcina: You’re so weird, Y/N! No one would want to smell like that, draga. That sounds horrible.

Y/N: Well, I have an uncle who always smells like piss and cigarettes. Maybe he’d like it!

Alcina: *Mortified* Nasty! Why does he smell so badly?!

Y/N: Huh, I don’t know, actually. I’d ask him, but I heard he just got arrested again.

Alcina: *Eyes widen* Arrested? Why?

Y/N: *Shrugs* Trespassing and dumpster diving for used panties behind a strip club.

Alcina: >:0 WHAT?!

Y/N: Don’t worry, that’s normal for him. In fact, he- Oh… Wait… Yeah, I bet that’s why he always reeks. *Puts a hand to their chin in thought* Honestly, it’s a wonder he doesn’t smell worse…

Alcina: I should have known you’re descended from actual degenerates.

Note: Yeah… That part about Y/N’s uncle… Might have taken inspiration from my own life. Blech. Everybody’s got that one damn uncle, I swear.

Masterlist

#alcina dimitrescu #lady dimitrescu #re8 #re8 village #re8 lady dimitrescu #alcina dimitriscu x reader #lady dimitrescu x reader #y/n is stupid #re8 shitpost #re8 incorrect quotes #alcina dimitrescu x reader #alcina dimitrescu x y/n #resident evil village #resident evil 8

[spooky-circuits]

Bruce doesn’t see his other brothers until he’s in pop village for the first time. Bruce Jr had been begging to see the village since Branch had sent them a holiday card for one of the many holidays involving massive amounts of sweet foods. Honestly Bruce had trouble remembering most of the minor holidays since living on the island so Brandy agreed the both of them could use that connection with the troll side of the family.

Too his surprise it seems John Dory was also looking to spend time with their baby brother. From Branch’s face it looks like John Dory had just invited himself over. His older brother hadn’t changed too much since their teens so it wasn’t hard to identify him especially with him talking to Branch. Bruce is shaken from his thoughts when his son calls out too Branch by yelling right into his ear and he sees John look right at him. “Well I guess there’s no more putting it off. Hey John long time no see! Two for one special on brother bonding this week I guess.”

John Dory is the one who rushes in for the hug and it’s a tight one. Thinking his brothers were dead for a decade it was still hard to think of them as alive until seeing them in person. John still worries this isn’t real some days and it makes him hesitant to release the hug. Until Bruce’s back makes a cracking sound. Okay it’s probably time to let him go. “Man it’s so good to see you! I heard you actually settled down that’s so hard to believe. Is that your kid?” He points to Bruce Jr hugging Branch tightly while Branch frantically pats his arm. “Ha yeah it’s crazy how things change. Bruce Jr is growing up so quickly me and Brandy can barely keep up!”

John laughs at that. “Hopefully the next one doesn’t give you too much trouble.” Bruce’s face pales at the thought of having to chase more than one kid around. “Well at least that won’t be for a while.” John looks surprised at this. “Oh did you not notice- you know never mind forget I said anything!” Now it’s Bruces turn to be confused. “Notice what?” John a low whine like he’s trying not to say anything. “John we’re both adults here lets try and act like it.” John lets out a sigh. “Alright alright! You just look like you’re due for another kid soon.” Bruce looks at him blank faced. “Excuse me?”

John is trying to look anywhere but Bruce’s face since he’s feeling pretty dumb. Being the oldest he’d seen his parents go through the new baby song and dance 4 times. He thought he had a pretty good idea on the signs and looking at Bruce it was like seeing the whole thing all over again. Unfortunately John Dory wasn’t sure how to explain that in a way that didn’t sound like he was just making some assumptions. Which to be fair he was. John was practically withering the longer Bruce looked at him but he was ironically saved by his nephew coming over to introduce himself after squeezing the breath out of Branch. The perfect excuse to get out of this awkward conversation!

Bruce had just watched John Dory sputter and trip over his words while also not saying anything coherent for 3 full minutes before his son interrupts the awkward conversation. Bruce now had to ponder what about him gave JD the idea that he was going to be having another kid. He was definitely going to have ti corner his older brother and interrogate him about it at the next opportunity because you can’t just drop something like that on a person and not elaborate!

#snack attack au #trolls au #trolls #dreamworks trolls

[poly-thot-one-piece-edition]

Between the Three of Us

Marco x afab!Reader x Shanks

CW: omegaverse elements (it is such a small part of the story I almost hesitate to mention it), violence, group sex, sex, swearing, it's a noir detective AU I'm sorry I really don't know what else to say.

Chapter 2: Ponderance

You’re in another room with no windows, a level down from the office itself. This room is sterile to the point that even the door leading in has a heavy seal on it to help keep it that way. You’re sat up on an operating table, your shoulder bag in your lap, and your shirt pulled up over your head so it’s in front of your chest.

The straps and accessories of your bank job were already long removed during your run, and your shoes were off in a corner.

“You sure you don’t want to lay down?” Marco asks for the third time. You learned the two men’s names before coming down into this lower level.

Marco D’Edward was a doctor, and the feathery side of Feathered Talon as far as you could tell. He certainly had a softer aura than the one-armed red-head, Shanks MacKenna.

“I’m sure.” You reiterate.

“It’ll be easier on the doc if you do.” Shanks says. He looks relaxed, but you’re not sure he actually knows what it is to relax.

“We’re not going to confiscate what’s in your bag.” Marco assures you.

“It’s what you were hired to steal, isn’t it?” Shanks asks, his eyes shifting down to the bag and back up to you. Your grip on the satchel tightens for a second, as though his gaze was enough to pull the bag from your hands on its own.

“… It is.”

“We’re going to know what it is then anyway,” Shanks asserts. “Since you need to pay for this patch job with a good story.”

You sigh. Honestly, if these two wanted to know what was in your bag you had no way to stop them. You didn’t have any viable defenses for yourself no matter what they might decide to do. A little give and take could go a long way, and you needed the bullet out of your shoulder regardless.

“It’s…” You relax a little and reach into the bag, pulling out the orb. “Supposed to be the map to the One Piece.”

You aren’t sure if Shanks relaxes after seeing it, or not. You could feel Marco flinch behind you, and he lets out a low whistle after a second.

“Stole from the museum.” You can hear the grin in Marco’s voice. “I can’t imagine how long the prep for that took.”

“Long enough.” You put the orb back into the bag, and then lower it to the floor, and adjust so you’re laying down on the table. “Arm up or at my side, doc?”

“Side’s fine.” Marco says. “I’m going to give you a shot, I promise, it’s not anything that’s going to knock you out. It’s just going to numb your shoulder so it won’t hurt as bad.”

“Sure. S’not much I could do even if you did put me under.” You say it a little more defeatedly than you mean to, but after the brief sting of the needle poke, Shanks clears his throat.

“So – you prepped for this job for however long, it goes well enough you have the orb, but poorly enough you get shot in the shoulder. What happened?”

“I was betrayed, in a sense.” You grumble. Talking let you focus on something that wasn’t Marco working on your shoulder, so you leaned into it. “The job went fine. Smooth as silk. Probably one of the best practiced, best executed jobs I’d been on with a team in years.”

“We have an expert thief in our midst.” Shanks teases. It’s a jab, but it doesn’t actually hit like a low blow.

“Treasure hunter, if I could’ve gotten off this damned island.” You grunt, moving your hand just enough to flip him off. “But sure, thief. We can go with that. Even thieves need to eat and pay rent.” You’re quiet for a moment, but no one says anything. Marco pulls the slug from your shoulder and it hurts, feels surreal to have a piece of metal pulled out like that, but it doesn’t hurt so much you can’t take it.

“They decided I was the key to the map, or at least the key to deciphering it, and instead of letting me be on my way, they seemed intent on me going back with them.” You grin despite it all. “They insisted I come with them, I insisted that I wouldn’t. It was a bit of an impasse.”

Shanks snorts, and then just full-on laughs. “Bit of an impasse!” He repeats, and you can hear a soft chuckle escape Marco. “So, how’d it resolve? Sure, you got here, but how?”

“Two broken noses and a dislocated knee.” You say flatly. “I took the orb and ran.”

“You got the drop on mafia?”

“No one expects a little thief to be able to fight, and I don’t – when I can avoid it.” You sigh again. “That secret’s out now though, and I’m not that good of a fighter, I needed that element of surprise.”

“Hmph. So, two broken noses and a dislocated knee bought you enough space to get the orb and run. How long?”

“Not sure. Three hours at least, maybe a little longer. What time was it when I got here?”

“3:42.” Marco says flatly as he cleans the wound. “Twenty minutes later and I would’ve been up on my own.”

“Sorry.”

“Don’t apologize, you didn’t wake me up.” Marco admits. “You’re impressively quiet, ladrona.”

“It’s (Y/N).” You say. You hadn’t shared your name earlier when the other two had introduced themselves. You had still been trying to think of a way you could leave, and you weren’t giving two gumshoes any free information.

“Don’t apologize, (Y/N),” Marco reiterates. “Shanks sent me a text, and that’s what woke me up.”

“A text?” You look over at Shanks as realization dawns on you. “You saw me!”

He smiles and shrugs, the most genuinely relaxed actions you’d seen from him all evening. “Lucky timing. I was on my way here from the pub and noticed you coming into the courtyard in a mess.”

“A mess? I was exceptionally composed for someone with a bullet in their shoulder.” You nearly growl. His earlier jab didn’t feel low, but for some reason this one did.

He grins and you realize that he’s enjoying riling you up. “Back to the story. It was 3:42 when you got here, how long were you on the move?”

“We started at 11:33.” You admit. “Guard patterns and all that fun stuff. It was a 13 minute and 47 second plan. The conversation went south as soon as we finished, and couldn’t have lasted more than three minutes.” You hiss a little as Marco starts stitching the bullet wound. “We’ll call it 11:50 to 3:40 then? Just shy of 4 hours.”

“That’s quite the merry little chase, to end up barely a dozen blocks away from the museum.” Shanks seems completely amused.

“I shed most of my gear. Stole the bag.” You admit. “And before you give me any kind of lecture, I have every intention of returning it, but I didn’t see anything like a wallet or even money in there.”

“Oh I wouldn’t worry about that.” Shanks is laughing and you can hear Marco laughing too. “We already know who this belongs to. He’ll be home in another hour when his shift ends.”

“Probably hot under the collar.” Marco adds.

“Bah, cranky cause his bus snacks are missing, but he’ll survive.” Shanks grins.

“… Are you telling me out of all the bags in this city, I stole one belonging to an employee here?” The statistical improbability of that was already starting to melt your brain.

“A-yup.” Shanks answers with a wide grin. “It’ll be a good lesson for him. You wouldn’t have nicked it if it wasn’t an easy target, right?”

You make a bit of a face, but he’s not wrong. You couldn’t risk any sort of commotion, so everything you’d taken had been easy pickings.

“All done.” Marco says, and you can feel him pressing a bandage over your shoulder. “We’ll get you set up in a spare room, get some breakfast in you before the hot head gets home, and once you two finish arguing about the bag, you can get some rest.”

You sit up, putting your shirt back on, surprised at how little your shoulder hurts and only vaguely remembering that Marco had numbed it earlier. “Rest? I can’t stay here. You’ve both already-.” You stepped onto the floor and vertigo hit you like a bag of bricks. Shanks was already by your side steadying you.

“You lost a lot of blood.” Marco says evenly as Shanks helps you keep your feet. “Between the wound, all your running around and what you lost while I was patching you up, you need food and rest. Even if I had blood on hand for a transfusion, I don’t know what your type is.”

“I don’t know it either.” You admit, trying not to hurl on Shanks. You were trying not to think about how rock solid this guy was. For someone who moved so fast and quiet he felt like he was made of metal.

He smelled really good too. You expected him to smell like stale booze and sweat honestly, but there was a sweet, cinnamon scent, and something warm and soothing, like bourbon-soaked butter.

“F-food then, thank you.” You manage to get your feet steadied underneath yourself and take a couple steps under your own power. “We’re heading back upstairs then?”

“Grab her stuff.” Marco says, pulling off his gloves and pulling off the mask and apron he’d put on. “I’ll get her upstairs.”

“Sure thing, doc.” Shanks grabs your shoes and the shoulder bag with one hand and heads upstairs.

“Help me up?” You question groggily. Your head feels a little fuzzy, and you’re certain that it’s a mix of the numbing agent, blood loss, and your own exhaustion. Running about town for nearly four hours wasn’t easy under the best of circumstances.

“Aye.” Marco crouches down and scoops you up in his arm in an easy motion. It jostles your shoulder a little, but not much. By the time you have sense enough to tense from the action you’re already well-secured, and Marco’s opening the door to head upstairs with you.

“I – I’m – I can walk!” You nearly cry the words. Relying on others isn’t high up on your general priorities list, and they’ve already hid you, mended you, and are going to feed and shelter you. Being carried is a step one too many.

“Not easily. This is more efficient.” Marco assures you. “If you topple going up the stairs there’s no safe way to catch you without risking your stitches.”

“… I’m accepting under protest.” You grumble, trying to relax and resting your head on his shoulder.

“Noted.”

“You smell nice too.”

Marco pauses halfway up the stairs. “… huh?”

“The smarmy drunk smelled nice – like cinnamon and boozy butter.” You explain matter-of-factly. “You smell like…” You stop for a second, breathing in without thinking. “Pineapple and honey, and something smokey.”

“… I… see.”

“Oi, Marco we’ve got -.” Shanks stops, looking up as Marco walks into the kitchen with you. “Are you-.”

“What do we have for breakfast?” Marco interrupts. He’s knelt down and steadied you on your feet before helping you sit.

“Eggs, bacon, and enough buttermilk to make pancakes if you want.” Shanks answers. There’s a grin on his face that catches your attention and you turn to look at Marco, but whatever has Shanks amused, you miss it.

Marco considering for a second. “Bacon and eggs. Black pudding would be better if we had any.”

“Little bit, enough for our guest, at least.” Shanks admits, pulling items from the fridge. “Can I leave the cooking up to you?”

“Sure.”

Marco and Shanks trade places, and Shanks sits down next to you at the dining table. “So, your story’s not over yet. What made them think you could decipher the orb?”

You shake your head. “I don’t know. I’m good at puzzles, and… stuff, but there’s no reason for them to think I can use that orb.” Lying was harder when you were groggy, but you’d worry about dodging the red head after you’d had some sleep. Giving half-answers and being vague was all you had in you right now.

“Should’ve just left it where it belonged.” Shanks says, and you give him a funny look, but you aren’t sure what to say.

“Technically it belongs to the W.G.” Marco says. He’s busy cooking and his back is to both of you. Something about their tone and words is irritating you.

“It belonged to Roger.” You nearly snap the words.

Shanks gives you a look you can’t sort out. “You his kid or something?”

You relax a little, sitting back in your chair. “No.” You answer flatly, eyes on the satchel that has the orb in it. “But he’s dead, and I’m alive, and I’m keeping it.”

#Between the Three of Us #x reader #reader insert #marco the phoenix #red haired shanks #portgas d ace #benn beckman

[popcherrypop]

Im playing with my ALT character in FFXIV, finishing HW questline (Finally!). For people that had played the game, Im just talking about Y'shtola when visiting Master Matoya and being scolded.

Now, as my reblogs has sugested, I have been playing BG3 lately and this just popped my mind yesterday.

What if this Tav have done something reckless like Y'shtola did back final ARR (you know, banquet CS :x). But instead of going to the lifestream, Tav did invoke flow magic, and they traversed the weave. They lost the light in their eyes and barely got snatched from the raging tempest that pure magic is.

So, when the tadfools (I read this in another tumblr and loved it) meet them, there was something uncanny about their eyes but being able to navigate as a normal person.

(TLDR, Yshtola can navigate using her magic, but the cost is her own lifeforce).

In an idle conversation with Gale, whom more or less can tell what they are doing, they confess what they did in the past and he is scandalized.

But then the tieflings (Zevlov, Dammon, Rolan) would overhear the other tadfools talking about it:

Zevlor:

In the beginning, he doesnt truly understands the implications of using this magic.

Magician things, he thinks.

But Tav eventually starts to involve themselves with the tiefling party, more and more, helping them constantly and even mediating with Kagha (and resolving the conflict, to at least give them some more time to prepare).

Is just then when Tav is reviewing Zevlor maps for a tactical meeting with the tadfools, that he asks.

Well, not ask, but more like in idle chat he mentions what is this potent magic they used before. Flow, was it?

They pause a second, frowning so subtle but still pondering his question.

“Well… I have to admit, this kind of magic is forbidden for a reason.”

And against better judgement, well, we all know Tav doesn’t have the best judgement. But sharing this kind of information is too sensitive.

But we are talking about Zevlor. Just because they know Zevlor won’t fail them, that they tell him the whole story.

And we know how Zevlor is.

His high regards for this person make his heart to ache. He curses himself for asking such topic, of course this was sensitive.

But what truly unsettles him is not the usage of prohibited enchantments. But the usage of their own life source to navigate as a normal person.

From that day on, he would always be pendant of Tav.

He knows they don’t need him to survive, hells, as the ex-general of the hellraiders he has show more weakness than this adventurer has ever show in their short fellowship.

But still he worries.

He worries they are exhausting themselves and it could be actually avoided if he was there.

So, from that day he would always extend his arm to Tav when he knows they needn't to godspeed to whom knows where.

He would delegate more of the menial task to his brothers, the ones he usually would ask Tav to take care.

Tav would realize what he is trying to do, and it made them feel all warm and fussy inside, but they assure the gentleman this isn’t necessary and they won’t be dying on him any time soon.

This spooks Zevlor a little, but he won’t stop anyway.

“You already have done so much for us, to tax you with more errands is wrong from me. Rest assured, if needed, I will reach you to find a solution to any problem we can actually not solve ourselves”.

He still will offer his arm to help Tav to rest their magical senses, and in a gesture of goodwill, Tav will rest their eyes in his presence, trusting this man to be their eyes from time to time.

This is honestly only an excuse to hang of Zevlor's arm. Not that he does mind. On the contrary, he actually enjoys the clinginess.

Rolan:

His jaw, for what Lia confess in the future, she never had seen Rolan’s jaw drop as bad as the day he heard from the same person what reckless thing they did.

Cal said they didn’t really think much about it back then, but once Rolan wouldn’t drop the topic they would start worrying. Worrying about this savior, worrying about their brother sanity.

He is mad, believe it or not.

When the topic drops for first time, he didn’t say much because he wouldn’t believe this random person could actually invoke so powerful magic AND survive it.

But as he watches this person navigate themselves in the groove, he actually starts to believe it. Many of this person quirks could be explained by the usage of mana to actually see.

Fool. He thinks. This fool wants to get themselves kill by the same hand that feeds them, by the hand of their mistress.

Its just when Tav comes backs from the Goblin attack that it actually sinks.

Uneasiness sinks.

He can tell even breathing is a colossal task, they barely can walk straight. Their hands shaking for overexertion.

And they do, they collapse as they are walking by Halsin side in their way to admonish Kagha.

Everyone reacts fast enough to stop their fall, but is Rolan whom offers succor.

“Let me help, all of you”. And he would start channeling their own mana to this person.

How could he not? Twice they risked their life for him. Well, not only him. Nevertheless, he felt indebted to this… newfold ally.

He offers the party to leave Tav with him until their business with Kagha is resolved, he would share a little of his mana to them so they *should* be fine once everything was discussed.

Or that he hopes.

From that day, he would always check on Tav every time they show themselves in the groove.

He would frown and scold them as kids for using their lifeforce in the groove.

Tav would look at him puzzled at first and with an exaggerated sigh (“Do I have to explain everything?), he would just take their hands and give them a little mana.

After that, he would boss around his little brothers to help Tav in their errands.

Cal and Lia would roll their eyes, and Tav would just hide a chuckle behind their hand, indicating them to follow, but they wouldn’t ask the brothers to do anything at all.

Barely to stand close the first times they were tasked with this “oh so huge errand”.

Then, they would free the siblings and send them directly to Rolan, making an excuse for them to say.

Probably about having to fight something not so dreadful, but hard enough to excuse the siblings.

Given, without the goblins and nothing stopping the Tiefling party, this wouldn’t last for long. But at least for a little while, he wanted to help.

Tav would low-key love how warm his hands feel and would make some couple of extra stops because they know Rolan will extend his hand as he is reading, his eyes not leaving his book. It is nice. They could grow used to this if this was actually safe (which is not, let me tell you. But they would indulge from time to time).

Dammon:

Just as Zevlor, he doesn’t really understand the implications of this.

But he does know Karlach has something in her mind.

Tav isn’t there actually, they are talking with another person in the Groove before the Goblin assault.

“Is everything alright?” he would ask in hopes to help his fellow tiefling friend.

And Karlach would sigh, how uncharacteristic of her. But the rambling after that sigh is very characteristic.

He understands little. But he knows this is serious enough for anybody with some decency to worry about Tav.

Tav in the other hand doesn't show any signs of discomfort or sign of tiredness, he supposes they have been doing this for a long time already.

He would, instead, work in something to help them. He might not be able to give mana like Rolan, nor would escort them in the groove since Zevlor already does that.

Instead, he would do what he knows better. Craft something to help Tav.

The question is what.

So, he studies the proprieties of different types of metals, which would be better suited to syphon magic from the ambient so they wouldn’t have to resort to use their own magic force to compensate for their blindness.

He does finds something and even when goldsmithing isn’t his forte, he is capable of making a necklace for them. It’s a little rudimentary, and he is bashful at first.

But Tav’s expression changes everything.

They cannot see the trinket, but they are holding it tight. He admires the way they’re *seeing* with their hands, taking care of examinate the gift.

He exhales the breath he was holding, smiling at them with fondness.

“I promise you, once I have my forge back, I will do something better for you.”

Tav fusses about it, giving him an embarrassed look. “You have done a lot for me already Dammon, I cannot repay you for something like this”.

He takes their hand between his and look at them tenderly.

“You have done way too much for us, refugees, there is no way we can repay *you* for something as unusual as your kindness."

They stay a minute like this, they might not be able to see his smile (and he comments it) but they are grateful still.

Let me self-indulge: After saying that, lamenting Tav cannot see him for they know he is honestly grateful, Tav would ask him if it was alright to touch his face, to feel what he is saying. Even if it takes him aback a little, he takes their hand and place it over his cheek, only for them to cup his face with their hands (before proceeding to map his face with such tenderness in their touches).

#final fantasy xiv #bg3 #bg3 dammon #bg3 rolan #bg3 zevlor #dammon x tav #rolan x tav #tav x zevlor #dammon x reader #rolan x reader #zevlor x reader #popcherrypop: writing

[euphorial-docx]

Hi you! I'd love to hear some more of your Autistic Regulus headcannons!

sorry it took me forever to respond. i had to brainstorm for a little bit

anyways, to the headcannons!

sensitive to fabric textures, like he absolutely hates the feel of velvet. tags need to be cut out IMMEDIATELY

needs precise instruction. if he’s even slightly unsure, he will spiral and just freeze up.

absolutely not a multitasker. he does everything one task at a time, thank you very much

accidentally a teachers pet. for a long time, he didn’t realize that telling the teacher about his peers bad behavior was considered bad. he was just being honest ffs

great vocabulary ever since he was a kid

i feel like he’d have a comfort item. maybe a snitch or a family ring that he brings everywhere

prefers to be self-taught

loves philosophy. is very interested in asking those deep questions about life and death and everything in between. he doesn’t particularly want to answer said questions, but he likes to ponder them

ah yes, social anxiety

that boy is so easily irritated.

gives up on things that he’s not automatically skilled at

people often assume he doesn’t lie because of how blunt and honest he is most of time, but in reality, regulus is a fantastic liar.

i feel like he’d hold a pencil/quill oddly. his friends would notice the way he’s writing and just ??? what the fuck, regulus? how can you even hold it like that?

while on the topic of writing, he has atrocious handwriting. it gives doctor. he can understand it, but no one else can. his friends know not to copy his notes

is he stressed? if yes, then don’t expect any words from him.

has daily routines that he always abides by. his friends would know when he would be where and try not to mess it up. if they do mess it up, that’s where that “easily irritated” trait comes into play

he has a visual stim where he likes to watch the water. spends a lot of time at the lake, just sitting by himself and observing

easily picks up on the presence of people around him, almost like a sixth sense of some kind. he is hyper aware of the people in the room and dislikes when they are too close

he’s a quiet speaker. like, he’s hardly ever loud, on purpose or on accident. that doesn’t mean he’s “uwu shy” he just naturally talks quieter, doesn’t matter if he’s being nice or being a bitch

he played “oddly” when he was little. he would play by organizing his toys or lining them up neatly. he would also set up scenes with his toys, but never actually act out the scene— he just liked setting it up (i did this a lot as a kid lmao. i would make house blueprints out of chalk and not actually play with it)

normally sticks to his friend group and rarely ever deviates from them. he honestly has no interest in making more friends

romance does not come easily to him. not that he isn’t interested in romance (at least to me. i don’t personally hc him as aspec), it’s just difficult for him to navigate

as a kid, he often preferred to talk to older people— older family members, teachers— over kids his age

taught himself how to act “normal” by mimicking the people around him.

struggles to understand when he makes a mistake. he often won’t apologize because he simply can’t comprehend that he did something wrong.

had an imaginary friend as a kid. i don’t have any specifics about it, he just gives me that Vibe

#autistic regulus black #regulus black #actually autistic #autistic headcanon #jegulus #jegulily #marauders #marauders headcanon

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Stephen Strange Meta-Fic Sequel Chapter 7: Fury

Introducing, Director Nick Fury! SPOILERS AHOY! — Wandavision, Loki, & Secret Invasion. A little of Multiverse of Madness is touched on, but not much. TRIGGER WARNING: Language, threat of kidnapping, implied threat of torture ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

*Stephen approaches us in the mess hall, looking troubled.  We had all just sat down for breakfast, but clearly that was going to have to wait.  I look at him anxiously.*

Me (worried):  What’s wrong, Stephen?  *I’m worried that someone important died or our universe somehow got worse.*

Stephen:  SHIELD.  You’ve heard of Nick Fury, right?

Me:  Yes.

Trix: Oh boy.

Tear: Who hasn’t? For being a secret spy, his identity is even better known than Tony’s or Steve’s…

PrettyWitch: Jackson or Hasselhoff?

Stephen:  Apparently, he sent a message and he wants to talk to all of you.  He claims that he needs to meet with you four so that he can improve SHIELD’s aid response for your universe.  *He seems considerably less than pleased.  It’s clear that Stephen isn’t buying any of it.*  Steve and Tony know about it too and will join a conference call to make sure everything goes smoothly.  Unfortunately, declining the meeting would lead to SHIELD withholding aid and support for your universe.  So, it’s unavoidable.  *The sorcerer is grim.*

Trix: So how does he even know we’re here? I don’t see the other avengers telling him anything.

Me (sarcastic):  Greeeaaat…

Tear: *I chuckle humorlessly* He’s The Spy, remember? His secrets have secrets.

PrettyWitch: *I shrug at Tear’s remark.* Yeah, that sounds about right.

Stephen:  He has his own ways.  *He grumbles.*

Trix: I mean, we kinda have a leg up on him though. *she looks at the others* This universe is not caught up to what we know yet. It might be slightly different but we even know about…well… *she looks over at Stephen* the whole *she kinda flails around* thing with Fury and Captain Marvel. And what’s likely going to happen.

Stephen:  It’s something, at least.  Be careful how you talk to and bargain with him.  In fact, try not to bargain with him at all if that can be helped.  *He’s serious and lowkey trying to protect us.*

Trix: Of course. But I also want to know if it’s going to be him or the other him. Because if it’s actually Nick Fury we’ll get our answers immediately and there won’t be a delay. If it’s who I think it is, we’d have to wait while they stall and get him actually there. *she looks over at the others to see their reaction*

Me:  Ohh…Good point.  *I give her a knowing look.*

Tear: *I frown worriedly* Really? In this universe too, you think?

PrettyWitch: *I go wide-eyed.* Oh, HoaryHosts is gonna kill us when we tell her we met him…or rather…if we meet him.

Stephen:  “Who I think it is”?  *He ponders this, but dares not ask more.  He knows how fickle meddling with the timeline can be.*

Wong:  What about meddling with the timeline?  *He walks over, having overheard us.  He’s clearly displeased.*

Stephen (grim):  Fury.

Wong:  *Sighs*  I should have known…

Trix: Honestly, I have no idea how blending our universes is fucking with what we can say. Honestly, that fact that the TVA hasn’t shut us down either means that this is supposed to happen or the TVA got fucked up already which is a whole other can of worms. *she’s starting to get nervous*

Me:  Eeeeeeeeh yeah…..*I shift uneasily.*

Stephen:  Quick meeting before we proceed with speaking to Fury.  We need to establish a few things.

Wong:  We will need to figure out as much as we can without triggering potential negative consequences.

*They usher us to a private chamber for the briefing and make sure that nobody else is around.*

Stephen:  Judging by the variations we’ve experienced between universes, the timelines we’re all familiar with are different enough to avert most of it.

Wong:  So, we should be safe provided you only bring us up to speed on events leading up to the current present.  No further.  

Trix: Gotcha. I can do that. I have way too much of the movie timeline ingrained in my head. *she smiles weakly and stretches a bit* So the first thing to explain is that your universe was first introduced to ours in media because of comics. Marvel Comics to be exact. They have been around for decades which means that stories have been rebooted multiple times over, so even then, not everything is lined up. The big thing that happened though, is that someone decided they wanted to do a series of movies that all happened within the same universe and be interconnected that way instead of a bunch of series on their own. That is what started the MCU: the Marvel Cinematic Universe.

Trix For complicated business reasons and debt, Marvel the company sold the movie rights of certain groups in the comics to other studios, and I promise this will be important in a minute, but it’s why the MCU doesn’t have mutants or inhumans in the story. Spider-Man didn’t even appear until a decade into the movie series because of the studios fighting. It’s still complicated. But it’s why our timeline for understanding what’s going on in your universe is a bit…different. Certain players weren’t a part of the story we know despite yours having an eerie similarity to what we know. Does that make sense as a sort of background?

Wong:  So far.  We’re still following you.  Go on.

Stephen:  I remember this from when I was first trapped in your universe.  Still makes as much sense.  *He��s half-joking.*

Trix: *she grins* It’s incredibly complicated but hey- capitalism! *she then frowns a moment* Basically, we have a kind of guide map for whereabouts you are in the timeline but there’s one big difference. Tony Stark is alive here. For us, he died from using the infinity stones to stop Thanos. That cascaded a few issues in the movies which I don’t think will happen here or have happened in different ways. Like the universe almost tearing apart due to a spell Stephen did for Peter in the movies isn’t going to happen here but instead Stephen ended up in our universe and you know the rest.

Wong (appalled):  He did what?!  *He scowls.*

Stephen (annoyed):  Hey!  I didn’t even cast the spell in this timeline!  Don’t get mad at me.

Trix: *she blushes at getting Stephen in trouble* Yeah, please no Runes of Kof-Kol on a major scale because Peter’s identity got out. It got borked. 

*Wong glares daggers at Stephen.  The younger sorcerer seems to slightly shrink under his mentor’s gaze.*

Stephen (glancing at Trix and then back at Wong):  Deal.  

Trix: *she tries not to laugh before getting back to the main point* Yeah, so the main thing for this Fury meeting is that back in the 90’s when Carol Danvers got her powers, there was a bit of a thing with Skrulls, aliens who can shapeshift, who were brought here as refugees from the Kree. By the time The Snap happened, Fury and Carol hadn’t found them a new home yet but they are still around. Fury tends to have one of his closest Skrull allies take his form while he’s up on a spaceship working on who knows what. That’s why we aren’t sure if the Fury who contacted us is actually Nick Fury, and we really want to keep our story as close to our chest as possible.

Stephen (subtly pleased with this new information):  Good to know.

Wong:  So, how do we tell them apart?

Trix: *trying not to laugh again* It’s pretty dumb but it’s subtle. First of all, we need to make it a breakfast or brunch meeting with food.

Stephen (raising an eyebrow):  Why?

Trix: Because apparently the real Nick Fury can’t eat his toast cut diagonally. *finally she can’t hold back her giggles* Yes, it’s incredibly weird as hell but it’s apparently a thing he admitted. Also, we know how he got the eyepatch. If he’s grumpy about how we know then it’s likely him. 

Me (small joke):  Meow.  *Mimes a cat scratching.*

Trix: I will admit that if I ever see Goose I will not be getting anywhere close to her. I appreciate and love her but I value my life.

Me:  Admittedly, as cute as flerkens are, they’re terrifying.

Wong:  Goose is a flerken?

Me:  Yes.

Stephen (curious):  What’s a flerken?

Trix: I have a feeling you will find out soon enough. *trying not to giggle again* There’s a reason Nick Fury has trust issues.

Stephen:  I get the feeling I’m not going to like this…

Trix: Oh! *realizes she almost forgot the other important parts* Speaking of other things you aren’t going to like: Wanda Maximoff is likely holding a town unintentionally hostage in New Jersey in a magic bubble that makes the world like sitcoms through different eras due to unresolved trauma while another witch is in there trying to get her to break so she can steal Wanda’s power with the Darkhold. *Trix makes a face as she then realizes the bombshell she dropped* That knowledge is easier to digest when it’s what you think is fictional stories versus real now that I’m considering it…

*Both sorcerers are silent for a moment.*

Wong:  I will see to Wanda and the Darkhold.  Strange, you ensure that the girls do not get tied into anything Nick Fury attempts to steer them towards.

Stephen:  Fine.  *He’s resigned to it at the moment due to all of the world-shattering information.*

Trix: Oh, and if you see anyone in what looks like riot gear that says TVA on it, we’re fucked.

*They stare at her.*

Stephen:  Noted.  *He’s dreading it, but knows that they should probably find out.*

Wong:  Dare we ask?

Trix: So, there’s no real easy way of explaining this, there’s a guy who exists outside of time and space who basically micromanaged your universe’s timeline to fit his needs. His organization, the TVA or Time Variance Authority, was in charge of keeping the ‘sacred timeline’ and would wipe out timelines that branch off how they weren’t supposed to go. The time heist from the Avengers? Supposed to happen because then he could get the science of time travel in the first place. Did they tell you about how they tried to get the Tesseract from 2012 but Loki ran away with it?

Wong:  That, I remember.  The Ancient One was surprisingly calm about it all.  I assume she probably knew about this.

Trix: Well that makes absolutely a bunch of sense. Anyways, the Loki that escaped was caught by the TVA and that entire timeline was erased and he was essentially arrested. The TVA is kinda the judge, jury, and executioner but in a 70’s vibe. Loki learned of what his timeline was ‘supposed’ to be and decided against it. TVA recruited him for a bit because apparently variants of Loki cause them issues a lot but things got crazy and he united with other Loki’s to take out the man behind the curtain because free will, yay! *she does half hearted jazz hands* Problem is that by Sylvie, the female presenting variant of Loki, killing the man behind the curtain instead of taking over for him kinda fucked up the multiverse because by keeping the universe under such tight scrutiny, the man’s variants wouldn’t rage a multidimensional war. So: good news is that because the multiverse is accessible then the TVA is down and we won’t be atomized and dropped off at the end of time to be eaten by a giant cloud that vaporizes you because we veered off the written path. Bad news is that there’s gonna be a multiversal war on the horizon and rogue agents may be out and about to try and get the TVA back up and running again. Tadaaaaa. *she is much less enthused by now*

Stephen (digesting this information):  …We’ll put them on the watchlist just to be sure and put all of this on record.

Trix: If you see Loki and he’s wearing an outfit that looks like office attire, dress shirt and tie with tan pants, he’s the good one!

Wong:  Noted.  Thank you for this information.  

*Stephen conjures a book and magically jots down everything Trix said.*

Stephen:  Okay…Now, we need to get going.  Fury isn’t known for being patient.

Trix: BRUNCH! Without eyeballs!!! 

PrettyWitch: *Sticks her tongue out, dreamingly.* I hope they have cheesecake after.

Me:  Good luck with Wanda and the other witch, Wong.  Please be careful.

Wong:  I will do my best.  *He warms up to us slightly, seeing that we care about him.*

Tear: Wait, you’re really going on your own? Wouldn’t it be wiser to bring backup? *I wring my hands in worry. While I have confidence in Wong as the Sorcerer Supreme, I also know that Agatha and the Scarlet Witch already make for powerful opponents without even considering the Darkhold*

Wong:  I will call for backup if needed.  Strange is going with you four to ensure Fury does not attempt to detain you.  Even then, with how many civilians are involved, keeping our numbers small in this delicate of a situation would be best.

Trix: Yeah! And be careful of the Hex, it can change people permanently if gone through too many times!

Wong:  Thank you.  I shall ensure this does not happen.  *He opens a portal to West View to confront the witches.*

*Meanwhile, Stephen opens a portal to SHIELD HQ.*

Stephen:  Stark and Rogers will conference call in as soon as we’re in the meeting.  It’ll help to have multiple Avengers there to prevent any funny business.  Are all of you ready?

Trix: As ready as I can be! *she smiles at him and then at the others*

Me:  Bring it.  *I smirk.*

Tear: *I’m still more worried about Wong than our own meeting with Fury, but I still nod in reply*

PrettyWitch: You know I am. *I smirk.*

*Stephen nods and ushers us through the portal and we walk into the building.  It’s heavily guarded, but the agents are at ease.  It seems that Director Fury was there in the main room waiting for us.*

Fury:  So, you four are in the middle of all of this.  Welcome to Universe-616.  Take a seat at the table over there.  We need to have a talk.

Stephen:  Mind if we eat while debriefing?  We came directly here.  *He’s secretly attempting to initiate the toast test that Trix mentioned earlier.*

Fury: *frowns* ……I don’t see why not. We can have some stuff sent in from the cafeteria. *He nods to Maria Hill who immediately steps away and begins to speak into her earpiece* Now why don’t we have a seat in the meantime, I hear you have a pretty interesting story. *He gives the group a look as he sits down in one of the plush office chairs*

Me:  It’s rather long and complicated, but the short version is that there was an accident from a demon stealing Stephen’s Sling Ring, which trapped him in our universe.  This caused a rift.  By the time Wong tracked him down and got him out, too much time had already passed and our universes became entangled with one another.  So, now energy from the multiverse is spilling into our home universe and all of Hell is breaking loose.  We came here to train in a safer environment so we can help clean up the mess.  That’s the summary of it.  *I’m direct, but polite, making sure not to give too much away.*

*Fury hums as he considers the story, staring at the group who is still standing on the other side of the table.*

Fury: Interesting that you would trust a man so quickly when he doesn’t fit in with the rest of your universe. Do you even have enhanced over there to have made such a judgment call?

Me:  No.  To be honest, his sudden appearance was…complicated.  When he first showed up, I nearly attacked him.  However, after a rather surreal discussion, we came to an agreement.  *I keep it vague, but honest.*

*Fury hums again and swings his chair to stare at Stephen with an eyebrow raised.*

*Stephen looks at him, stoic.  The conference phone rings.  It seems that Tony and Steve are calling in.  Meanwhile, the food is arriving.*

*Fury is still staring at Stephen as he answers the phone. When the call connects, holograms of Tony and Stephen appear in the room with us.*

Fury: This better be important. *he gestures to the agents bringing in the food to leave it on the table and then get out as soon as possible*

Steve (conference call, polite):  Director Fury.  *He gives a small salute.*  Due to our familiarity with the situation at hand, we request that we participate in this debriefing.

Tony: *He rolls his eyes at Steve’s formality before addressing Fury* It’ll be much easier on you this way, trust me. *His eyes drift over to Stephen and his newest novices, and he can’t help grinning* Aww, you guys are wearing matching outfits! Now you really do look like ducklings following their mother around.

*Stephen gives Tony a look that could shatter a diamond.  I turn away slightly in an attempt to conceal a blush.*

*Fury rolls his eye at Tony* 

Fury: I was under the impression that the both of you would be unavailable due to a rescue mission you didn’t see fit to share with the rest of the class. *He can’t help but glare at the hologram in front of him*

Tony: It’s called the magic of multitasking. Surely you’ve heard of it. How else would I find the perfect way to grace you with my presence while watching War Machine doing brilliant rescue work? *He cups his hands around his mouth and stares somewhere behind the camera* You’re doing amazing, Honey Bear!

Rhodey: *Out of frame* Screw you, Tones!

*Fury is visibly annoyed and is about to shout at the billionaire when he finds Trix pushing a plate of toast towards him, cut horizontally with nothing on it. Fury glances over to Hill briefly who gives him a nod and he accepts it, cautiously. After throwing some jam on it, Fury angrily takes a bite before pointing the toast at Tony’s hologram.*

Fury: For fucks sake, stop taking all of the Avengers on a multiversal road trip. *He turns back to the group in front of him* Now what I want to know is how you know so much you’re not supposed to know.

Me (calmly):  It’s rather odd to say, but in our universe, you are all fictional characters in a comic book series, coupled with several movies and video games.  Your stories are all told there.  However, for safety’s sake, it’s best not to say more than that.  We could tell you up to the present day, but no further.  Even then, the Avengers wanted to help us due to the ongoing multiversal debacle.  

Steve:  It’s a humanitarian mission, Sir.  *He’s defending our position as well as theirs.*

Tony: *He claps his hands and throws his hands out in a fakely innocent manner* Science!

Me (polite):  Would you care for another piece of toast, Director Fury?  You’ve finished the other one.  *I offer another slice of toast.  This one is also horizontally cut.  We’re secretly planning to catch him off-guard.*

*Fury was ready to start ranting when the plate is offered to him and it throws him off balance. He knows something is up but has no idea what*

Fury: Sure… *he takes it and takes out his rising annoyance on the toast with the knife for the jam but doesn’t immediately eat the toast* So what is stopping someone from just going over to your universe for that information anyway? If anything, we should have a guard on you 24/7 as you likely have classified information that could easily be…convinced to be shared. *Fury finally eats the toast as he’s getting confident*

Tony: *He points a menacing finger over at Fury* I’m just gonna pretend you didn’t just sit there and threatened four young girls right in front of the sorcerer put in charge of their protection, because if I don’t then I’m heading over there with every single Avenger to teach you some fucking human decency. Strange here might be their Mama Duck, but you’re now messing with their Dad. *His glare loses its effect when something off camera catches his attention, but he waves it off in a casual way* Just co-parenting business, Platypus, nothing to worry about.

*Fury just raises an eyebrow at him, but says nothing*

Steve:  Gentlemen, let’s be civil about this… *He skillfully ignores Tony’s offended spluttering* Director Fury, I can attest to these girls’ characters and traits.  They are, rest assured, completely harmless.  This escalation is far too much.

Me:  Plus, multiverse travel IS still rather difficult, even with magic.  Even then, what good is our “classified” information in a universe where none of you ever existed?  Plus, there are still some variations.  So, perhaps it’s worth it and perhaps it isn’t.  Hard to make the call and use so many extra government resources for such a project, no?  It may be seen as a tad excessive.  *I remain candid, subtly goading Fury with the reminder that he isn’t in total control.*

Fury: And why use the resources when the prize is right here at this table anyway? You don’t have counterparts here, no legal means of existence. Just some ties to Nepal that could easily be seen as trafficking in a certain light. I’m not sure I would turn on that light switch but someone might. The tech genius who could forge the paperwork is so off world that he can’t do much in time. *He finally finished his toast and takes a swig of orange juice from the bottle that was set in front of him*

Tony: Is that a fucking challenge?

*Stephen is seething in silence, but decides to speak up.*

Stephen (coldly):  …Be very careful how you complete that thought, Fury.  These young women came here willingly as refugees from their home universe and they are under Kamar-Taj’s protection.    

Fury: And yet they have the means of preventing future threats and won’t provide them. I’m just trying to keep our people safe, Strange. 

Strange:  Even in the case of Thanos, sticking our necks out with the Infinity Stones could have easily destroyed all of existence as we know it.  If the wrong information is disclosed from them, it could collapse BOTH of our timelines.  *He’s direct and almost growling.*  They stay with us and only disclose what they can do so safely.  WE know how to proceed with this better than SHIELD does.  

Fury: Somehow, I can’t trust that statement to be true. *he shrugs nonchalantly* Besides, they could have already done damage to our world anyway. What was that about a global pandemic?

Steve:  That was already taken care of.  They sent us some testing material with antibodies against the virus.  We’ve already reverse-engineered a vaccine and inoculated everyone prior to entering their world.  *He’s addressing each concern within his understanding as it comes up to keep things relatively calm.  Though now he’s getting more and more angry beneath the surface himself.  Steve is doing his best to remain civil.  His tone is becoming more clipped.*

Tony: Doubting the Holy Order of the Wizards of Nepal is one thing, but doubting both the Science Bros and Facial Hair Bros is astoundingly stupid, even for you. Friday, care to forward your newest work to Agent Dickhead? Here, I’ll even be magnanimous and speed things up for you. *He flicks his hands and images of brand new legal documentation for all four girls show up on his screen, ruining any opportunities for Fury to lie about their existence* What was that you said about a tech genius? And that was under four minutes, I believe. Congratulations on your new world record, Fri.

*Fury merely frowns but doesn’t seem overly bothered*

Me (simply):  If you detain or attempt to “influence”, harm, threaten, harass, or otherwise negatively affect any of us and/or our loved ones, no information and no more access to our universe.

Fury: All it takes is making it over there with the right kind of drive to get our own copies. *he shrugs and leans back in his chair and finishes his orange juice. So far he has been the only one to eat*

Tony: *He shakes his head and pinches the bridge of his nose. This is worse than talking to a wall*

Steve (innocently):  All interdimensional devices require a spell crafted by Stark and Strange in order to work in other universes, Sir. They are useless otherwise.

Stephen: *Starting out amiably*  With “our” influence *referring to the sorcerers*, they may not even be of any use to you anyway.  Not only do all devices require a spell crafted by Stark and myself to work, but the girls could simply “conveniently” fall asleep for as long as is needed.  Unharmed, but completely useless to you and your operatives.  *He hisses the last part of his speech.*

Trix: Wait- that’s a thing?

*Stephen lightly puts his hand on Trix’s shoulder to subtly reassure her.  Also as an affirmative that it IS in fact a real spell.*

Steve:  I’d say that the best course of action here would be to open a more diplomatic set of relations, Director Fury, SIR.  *He almost spits the title as he speaks.*

*Trix subtly grabs a last piece of toasts and cuts it diagonally before slipping it slowly to Tear*

Tear: *I accept the plate from Trix and reach over to place it on Fury’s desk, the movement not exactly kind* Right. A “token” of goodwill, for diplomacy’s sake. *My smile seems innocent enough, but we’re all observing him attentively*

Fury: *he pauses imperceptibly before frowning and pushing the plate away, he grabs his own slice of toast from the small stack remaining and cuts it himself, horizontally* No, I can get my own damn toast at this point.

Me:  *Smug smirk like a shark surrounded by chum*  So…We are now at an impasse with the real Director Nicolas Joseph Fury.  *I’m practically purring, knowing that we’ve caught him.*

Trix: You absolutely got played. *she’s beaming from ear to ear*

Tear: For someone who was desperately begging for information, you clearly failed to see it once we dropped it on your lap.

PrettyWitch: Who’s the wise guy, now? *She’s grinning stupidly.*

*Fury stills as the girls celebrate, looking down at what he grabbed versus what was offered when the thought finally occurs to him*

Fury: Well, I certainly wasn’t expecting you to know about that and call me out on it.

Me (innocently):  Need we say more about…that?  Perhaps the story of your eye as well?  

*Fury frowns at them before slumping back in his chair*

Fury: Fine. I can admit defeat. This group is certainly full of tricks.

*Stephen looks smug, clearly proud of our cunning.*

Tony: *Blinks in confusion at everyone in the room* Am I the only one who thinks I missed something? I don’t like it.

Me (smoothly):  We are glad that we have come to an understanding.  Now, the aid does need to continue until our universe can get back up on its own feet.  Let us be, leave our friends and family alone, and we will occasionally help your universe in return, provided the information doesn’t jeopardize any timelines.  That and if the Avengers or other hero teams need additional manpower, we will step in.  Sound reasonable?

Fury: *he sighs but cooperates* Fine. You win. I agree to your terms. *he rolls his eyes as he sits back but only does so once*

*Stephen seems to notice something and checks on a small, glowing relic from his pocket.*

Stephen:  Provided this truce remains intact, I’ll be back to come get you ladies in a while.  Wong needs my help.  

Trix: Uh oh.

Me:  Please be careful, both of you.  

Tear: Keep in touch whenever you can!

PrettyWitch: Yeah! And good luck.

*Stephen acknowledges us fondly and leaves quickly, portaling away.*

Steve:  In the meantime, we should more properly debrief and get our bearings on the full situation at hand.  I trust that Stephen already knows the information.  So, please let us know anything additional, girls.  

*We catch them all up on what we discussed with Wong and Stephen, no details spared all the way up to the present, but also confining it to what the other Avengers already know in the spirit of letting Fury catch up.  During the discussion, we compare events and notes to piece together the similarities and differences.*

Me:  As you now know, Wong and Stephen are currently on a mission that they learned about from our information.  This will ensure the mitigation of a major threat to the multiverse in the form of the Scarlet Witch.  *I give Fury a slight, withering look to emphasize my point that we are willing to cooperate, as per the deal we made.*

Fury: *he’s leaning back in his chair and puts up both of his hands in a gesture that he’s not going to do anything…visible at least*

Tony: The Scarlet Witch? You mean Wanda? What does she have to do with any of this?

Me:  Wanda is effectively being manipulated by another witch as we speak.  Potentially to the breaking point.

Tony: *His expression freezes in poorly concealed panic* She’s what!? And Wong and Stephen just went to confront that on their own? 

Me (grim):  If it isn’t too late, then they may be able to break her out of it.  Magic stands a better chance against other magic.  That and with a town full of trapped, brainwashed civilians, a group needs to be small to get through the Hex and be able to minimize damage.  That Hex Wanda unleashed changes people.  It basically rewrites reality in West View to a version that Wanda prefers to see and interact with as a coping mechanism rather than facing the actual reality everywhere else.  No matter who they are.  Stephen and Wong are probably the safest bets to get through and not get completely altered.  If a whole force of people tried to get in, they could very well be violently rejected from that reality bubble or killed outright.

Tony: What the fuck… *He has gone pale in horror, completely baffled by what he’s hearing. He turns and seeks out Steve, nearly ready to summon all the Avengers to assemble*

Steve (shaken):  Can we expect anything extra coming our way from what Strange and Wong are doing?  *He’s hoping that I’m right in regards to Stephen and Wong being able to free Wanda, but dreading everything else.*

Me:  Honestly, intervening at this period of time in order to prevent her multiversal rampage causes a divergence that we’re unfamiliar with.  So, I don’t have a good answer for that.  Though Wanda DID flip between hero and anti-hero a lot in the past.  So, there is a decent chance they might be able to stop this before it gets worse.

Steve:  Go ahead and alert the other Avengers so we can all be on standby.  *He’s quick about this and lets Tony send an alert via device.*

Tear: From what we’ve told you…Do you think Wanda’s divergences in your timeline compared to our own are significant enough to further influence the outcome of this conflict? *I’m shy if not a bit scared myself of what having to face off against a fully awakened Scarlet Witch would be like*

Steve:  There is a chance.  *He seems a bit shaky about this, but slightly more sure with what he remembers of her.*

PrettyWitch: Yeah…*She places a hand to her chin and starts to think what other potential threats could arise from preventing Wanda from fully awakening as the Scarlet Witch.*

Trix: The main issue is going to be the other witch there. If she pushed Wanda past a certain point then it’s a bit of a ticking time bomb. Wanda certainly needs therapy based on what we’ve seen. Add in the influence of the Darkhold and you’ve got a recipe for disaster.

Me:  Somehow, the Darkhold needs to be destroyed.  All copies.  Before anyone else can get corrupted by it.

Trix: I don’t think Wong would allow us on a field trip to that mountain. I think Stephen would rather stuff us in a room of pillows with no sling rings first.

Tear: We wouldn’t even know in which dimension we should even start looking for Mount Wundagore anyway…

PrettyWitch: Even if we did, would that be wise? I mean, we have no idea how to destroy that damn thing.

Tony: Well, we can’t exactly nuke a mountain that’s not in this world without a proper location.

Fury: So you need somebody else to go destroy a magic book.

Steve:  I think it’s safe to assume that book can only be destroyed by magic anyway, right?

Trix: Uhh…*she tries to remember exactly how the book was destroyed in the movie* I know that the copy for this universe can be destroyed temporarily with anything but the place where it’s from has to be destroyed or it will come back eventually anyway.

Me:  Think Wanda’s the only one who can do it?

Trix: I think we need to blow up a mountain and not die. Is the risk of taking her there worth it?

Me:  Good point.  So, if the temple goes down, the Darkholds should go away?

Trix: I mean, when the temple went down the entirety of Darkholds across the multiverses were destroyed which is not a bad thing whatsoever. But again, that was the Scarlet Witch doing it. So we’re back to the same risk vs reward argument.

Fury: *raises an eyebrow* I’m guessing this is too far in our future to be frank about the details?

Me:  I think this is as far as we can say until we know that the timeline has been averted for certain.  At this period, it’s all hypotheticals based on whether or not the current situation turns in our favor.

Trix: Also we have no idea if a certain person will show up either. *she glances at the others and draws a star in the air*

Me:  *Nods at Trix*  True.  We’ll cross that bridge if it comes.  For now, let’s switch topics in case this goes too far.  Tony, how is the ongoing situation in our universe?  *I’m changing the subject in an effort to protect their universe’s timeline.*

Tony: *He doesn’t uncross his arms, still too concerned about the Wanda situation, but he relents to the change of topic* It’s slow going. The United Nations are less helpful than we expected when we first reached out. Murdock and co. have gotten a few promising headways with certain countries though, even if we’re still far from actually managing any kind of united global response. I thought universe-altering events would be enough to put an end to all discord but that was too Barbieland of me, I suppose.

Me (rather world-weary about this particular issue):  Yeah…It was a similar disaster when the pandemic hit.  

Steve (attempting to deliver some good news, though still being honest):  Despite that, we have managed to successfully evacuate thousands of civilians and some of them are actually being helpful.  Though not all of them.  Some of them seem to still be clinging onto the notion that this is all a hoax.  There are a ton of misinformation campaigns and it’s becoming increasingly difficult to reach certain people.  *He’s frustrated, but keeping it together.*

Tear: *I send him a small smile* I’m sure that more people will start believing you in due time. It’s only a matter of time they either encounter you or another being. That level of denial cannot persist much longer.

Trix: One would hope, but there’s still people who will stick their heads in the sand no matter what.

PrettyWitch: *I snort.* Ain’t that the truth.

Fury: The main focus is just getting the ones with the power and resources to get the ball rolling. PR can always happen after.

Me:  Any other news we should know about?

Tony: Uh…not much, really. At least, nothing cataclismic yet. Whatever Stephen and Wong did after you moved in to Hogwarts seems to have stabilized the appearance of the largest beasts. Thank Merlin’s stockings for that. The Kraken was horrifying enough. I have no wish of having to drag Godzilla back into the ocean.

*After a while, a portal opens and a disheveled Stephen and Wong emerge.  They look quite battered.*

Wong:  Wanda Maximoff is now in custody.  After we broke her free of the brainwashing, she surrendered willingly.  However, the witch responsible for Wanda’s corruption, Agatha Harkness, is still at large.  

Trix: Well, fuck. Good about Wanda but incredibly bad about Agatha. Are you guys okay?

Stephen (nursing a rather large cut on his side):  We’ll be fine.  We need to get you four hidden.  When she finds out you four warned us about what she was doing, she’ll start to hunt you down.  

*Both sorcerers are worse for wear, but ignoring it in favor of protecting us.*

Tear: Your definition of fine seems to be in an entirely different dictionary than ours… *I keep staring at the dark stain on Stephen’s robes, too anguished over their injuries to really spare a thought to Agatha*

Me:  Shit…  *I take a breath because I had stopped breathing after the announcement about Agatha.  This felt like a punch in the gut.*

Trix: Well, there’s the extra terror we’ve been missing since the Chupacabra incident. *she is incredibly pale in shock*

PrettyWitch: *She bites down on her finger and starts taking deep breaths. She’s trying not to panic, even as her coping mechanism for anxiety sets in.)

Tony: *Groans and covers his face with his hands* Great. These just won’t stop coming. Popping like daisies. *He takes a deep breath, braces himself, and then spreads his arms out at a loss as he turns to the sorcerers* Who is Agatha Harkness?

#doctor strange fanfiction #doctor strange meta fic #doctor strange #doctor stephen strange #multi author #dr stephen strange #stephen strange #tony stark #iron man #captain america #steve rogers #scott lang #ant man #nick fury #wong

[fatestouch]

test your mettle.

“Quite the first test, wouldn’t you say?”

“What better way to see their resolve?”

“Mhm. Besides... these three are quite good at subverting expectations. Let us see how they handle this~”

*****

“You shouldn’t complain, Nao... a little sun never hurt anyone. And since you’re so pale, you need some vitamin D.”

“I think I need a hell of a lot more than just vitamin D. Since I’m, y’know.” Nao gestured to his entire self. “A stray breeze can break me in two.”

[You should ask them if they can help you, y’know... didn’t you talk to Morgan?] Hayden tilted his head from where he sat against a tree in the yard. [What did she say?]

“Mm. Stuff.” That definitely isn’t shifty, thought Seth, but he didn’t comment on it. 

Didn’t even the get the chance to, really.

“There they are!”

All three of them stiffened, and slowly looked at one another. A voice, a voice they didn’t recognize, with so much aggression, which in their minds only meant one thing.

Danger.

Hunters were approaching the Lancaster home. And fast.

“What the hell... why? Weren’t we supposed to be safe here...?!”

[Their auras are...they know who we are, they’re gonna kill us--] If Seth hadn’t heard it before, he would swear that there was no way someone’s inner voice could sound so terrified. [Do we... do we hide inside? Will the Lancasters do something? Seth--]

“I know! I know.” What were they supposed to do? Did the Lancasters actually go back on their deal? Had they done something wrong—

And then.

Time froze. Literally.

“The ‘trapped mice’ look truly does not fit you three, darlings~”

Eyes snapping up, Seth’s eyes widened at the sight of all three Lancasters, sitting oh so casually on the roof. Looking at them as if they were waiting for a show to start.

“Was this…” Seth’s eyes narrowed. “Did you—“

“Ah ah, this is no time for pondering, this is the time for action!” Cecil crowed, leaning forward, looking right at Hayden. “Well? Was it not your words, that you no longer had faith in humanity? That you did not care what we would have you do~?”

“Nao~…” Morgan purred, and Nao stiffened. “Dear child, what happened to those claws of yours? Did you not say you would make them suffer? Well, here they are… what will you do now?”

“And Seth.” The way Azrael said his name made Seth stand at attention. “What was it you said to me? That you would have your revenge, no matter what? This is your chance to start, would you not agree?”

“Let me see you tear them apart.”

“Give me a good show, won’t you~?”

“Go on. Prove yourselves.”

Seth couldn’t believe it. Or... maybe he could, actually. Wasn’t that what he said right to Azrael face, that he’d get revenge. Everyone he loved, save for Hayden, was gone. Gone because of the people who were supposed to be on their side.

[Seth.]

He looked over. Both Hayden and Nao were watching him, with a look that settled his nerves.

They wanted this. They needed this. They didn’t want to be afraid anymore.

“...Please let them through.” Turning back to the now approaching mob, Seth’s eyes narrowed, and seemed to glow. “I can See it. It’ll be over in five minutes.”

******

“Well~”

“Oooh~”

“How pleasantly unexpected.”

Seth was--somehow--inclined to agree. It was... almost too easy.

Nao went in almost immediately, using his telekinesis to break bones like toothpicks. It was like he was waiting for a chance... and honestly, he probably was.

Hayden had also taken to this easily, easier than Seth ever expected. None of the hunters even got close, before they suddenly dropped, bleeding from the eyes and ears. A gruesome sight, especially given how satisfied Hayden looked.

And Seth? Well... he watched. He watches as every single person did every single thing he’d predicted they’d do. And just as he said, it was over in exactly five minutes.

“So?” Azrael asked, a knowing glint in his eyes. “How do you all feel?”

It was a feeling they were all having trouble describing. But they could all probably think of one.

“Amazing...!”

[Free...]

“Exhilarating.”

#v; at the flip of a coin #i wont even apologies i wrote most of this while absolutely fuming over my day earlier #and yall can pry this verse out of my cold dead hands

[tobeornottotc]

#I feel so disappointed with this show okay now I'm curious tho cause I feel like I have some unpopular opinions about this show too lmao

Oh no not you about to expose me after I legit did a podcast praising the first two episodes 😂😂 but yeh it’s just not for me, it’s my fault I guess I expected something more, something messier I feel like yeh the characters are flawed but the main characters are not interesting and I feel like my opinion they keep getting overshadowed by everyone else like Alan has a more interesting energy to me than Jim has had in the past 4 episodes before episode 6 where he developed and maybe had a movement with his plot. I get older men get sidelined in BL so I’ve been quiet and happy we get a character like Jim but like he doesn’t forward the plot in any way (and for people who enjoy plots like this that are slow and really I dunno realistic then sure I get why this is groundbreaking) but I actually feel like he’s not interesting to me at all until we got a glimpse of his past he’s been just having the plot happen to him rather than being a protagonist that does something with it. It’s been hard I probably am not explaining my self well. Not to mention they’ve chosen the most predictable plot they could do for a righteous guy as him to give him flaws and that’s of course internalise homophobia which could have been a thing don’t get me wrong but seeing the way his own queer story was going, seeing his battle with Li Ming mum telling her he’ll prove to her about it and then seeing him treat Li Ming the way he does I get it he’s defeatist I get it life has done him so dirty but there were other ways you could flesh out his character. I’m one of the people who’s so baffled at the way Aof has even made Wen, like it just seems repetitive and I know why he seems interesting to others (again realism) but I find him annoying and I don’t get his deal with Jim, I just don’t I don’t even believe in their romance the way they’ve built up the romance for Li Ming and Heart who unfortunately actually had a plot that was actually always developing each episode and was interesting and genuinely both characters don’t seem stagnant despite their own entrapment they actually do something each time they’re on the screen, their moments are filled with intimacy and they make me feel excited to watch their story. This isn’t fair to this show and I get it, I get why people adore it, can write about it, can ponder it but it’s not for me, especially when as something that Jojo wrote this doesn’t feel like him at all the messyness one night stand conflicting feelings and the drama of that but I guess I am one of those that the show is not for and I’m disappointed because I just wanted something else

Honestly I think I won’t make sense because this show just isn’t for me and what might be good for others seems stale for me I just wanted something more and for a show where the pilot was promoting so much intimacy for the main characters and lot felt really different it felt really different and for this

#asks #my opinion

[leos-regression-cove]

Nothing in the Parenting Books Prepared Me For This

16. A Trip to the Library

Synopsis: Mobius takes Loki and Sylvie to the local library.

Word count: 2,241

Stand Alone?: yes

Warnings: Diapers/wetting, Sylkius at the beginning before characters regress.

Notes: I forgot how adorable this chapter is <3. Library events my beloved.

Read it on AO3!

“Sit still or I swear I will give you a bowl cut!” Sylvie commanded Thor as he sat in a dining room chair outside. 

She had already trimmed Mobius’ hair, and now it was Thor’s turn. Loki let her also trim his, although he really didn’t need it as he could just make his hair longer or shorter as he pleased. 

As she worked, Mobius met Loki on the deck, his hair was still wet after taking a shower to wash the loose hairs away. He leaned against a chair. “I have today off,” he smirked in a way that showed he spent all his time around Lokis. 

“I know you do darling,” Loki replied, looking up at him with the same expression. He set down his book to kiss his beau. “And what are we going to do with all that time?” 

“There’s somewhere I want to take you and Sylvie.”

“Somewhere for little Loki and Sylvie or big Loki and Sylvie?” 

“Somewhere for any kind of Loki and Sylvie you two want to be, but honestly? I don’t know if you’re going to be able to hold it together,” he hinted. 

Loki finished his book and set it aside. “Please? Won’t you tell me?” he asked sarcastically.

“Oh fine, you’ve gotten to me: we’re going to the library.”

“There’s a library nearby?”

“Yeah, it’s amazing isn’t it? I only just found out last weekend. Been waiting to take you guys.”

Loki wrapped his arms around Mobius. “I need a new book anyway.”

“You always need a new book.”

Sylvie finished trimming Thor’s hair and told him to scoot, tossing the towel full of blonde hair at him. “Put that in the washer with the rest,” she instructed him, “and go take a shower before that. I don’t want you covering my home in hair!” 

Thor set the towel on the deck railing and ran back to his home to go take a shower.

After brushing herself off, Sylvie came to check on the conversation Loki and Mobius were having. 

“Sylvie, what do you say about coming to see the local library with us?”

“I don’t read.” 

Mobius and Loki looked at each other. They hadn’t thought about it. They had seen her with books so many times, but as they thought back on it, it was always a puzzle book, or a picture book, or a coloring book, even an instructional book for cooking or gardening. Occasionally, she was even caught with a comic book, but not often.

“Libraries have more than books,” Mobius tried to explain. 

Loki piped in, following her around the house as she put away the clippers and scissors and started a load of laundry: “We can look at mushroom and plant guides like the ones you keep around the house! And there’s films! And they have those comic books you like! The ones with the spies-” 

She suddenly stopped, rolled her eyes, and turned around. “Fine.”

Loki looked slightly disturbed at her response and immediately slipped out of the headspace he was naturally falling into with his excitement. “Fine?”

“Yes. Fine.”

“Like ‘good’ fine or like ‘not actually’ fine?”

“Like ‘yes, I’ll go with you, but I might take a nap on a bench’ fine.”

“Fine.”

“Fine.”

Mobius watched this whole passive-aggressive non-argument pan out before offering his own take. “Sylvie, why don’t you go get little and I’ll spend the day with you in the kids section while we let Loki find his own books?” 

Sylvie puffed out her cheeks like an exasperated pufferfish as she pondered the idea, finally letting out the breath. “Alright. Fine.” She turned to Loki, “The ‘good’ fine. The actual ‘fine’,” she concluded before walking into the nursery, grabbing her own little clothes, and trudging off to the bathroom, not letting Mobius give her a bath or even get her diapered and dressed. She’d do that by herself today; little miss independent. 

Despite being rather adamant of “not being little” and saying: “I promise I won’t slip, Mobius. It’s a library. You’ve seen me in a library before, I’ll be fine,” Loki wore a pull-up under his passably adult clothes, and Mobius brought extra diapers for him.

By the time they had even gotten there, Loki had regressed severely. That’s why Mobius had made him write a list of the stories he wanted to look for. 

“Libarry! Libary!” he giggled as Mobius took him and his grumpy sister out of the car. 

“We’re going to be quiet in the library, right?” Mobius checked. 

Loki put a finger to his lips and made a “shh!” as Mobius grabbed the diaper bag.

“That’s right,” Mobius answered.

Sylvie dragged her feet next to Mobius as he brought her inside. “We’re going to find Loki a few of his big boy books first and then we’ll sit and look at some picture books, alright?” 

Both Loki and Sylvie seemed to be maybe four or five at the moment. Just old enough to understand the value of a book and therefore appreciate the library to its fullest potential. Loki pulled on Mobius’ arm, yanking on him, and pulling him to go explore. 

“Sylvie, can you come explore with me and Loki? It’ll be fun, I promise.”

Loki browsed with wide eyes through the aisles. 

Perhaps this library wasn’t the most impressive he had ever been in, but there was something incredibly tantalizing to the volumes on the shelves. No matter the actual quantity, it still felt impressive. Sylvie touched the displays and sat down with Mobius when Loki found an aisle he knew he should look through. Mobius would open any book he could find that had pictures. He showed her books about dinosaurs or machines or mushrooms or ancient pottery. Anything that could keep her momentarily busy. 

Once Loki had made a hefty stack, he picked it up to show Mobius. 

“Wow, you’re really strong, huh?” 

“Yep!” 

“Do you think we can find Sylvie some books to read?” 

“Mhm! I’m all done,” Loki concluded.

Mobius led them to the kids area. “Alright now, let’s pick out some picture books for daddy to read,” he instructed them, “two each.”

Loki and Sylvie each picked out their books: Cars and Trucks from A to Z, A Midsummer Night's Dream, Green Eggs and Ham, and Corduroy. Loki and Sylvie loved Corduroy because they thought he looked quite like their busy bear which Sylvie had taken out of the diaper bag and carried around with her as she looked. 

Mobius took a look at the longer Sheakspearian play and handed it back to Loki. “Can we pick something a little shorter, buddy?” 

Loki stuck out his lower lip annoyedly and took it back, returning with Frog and Toad are Friends. 

“Oh! How did you know? That one’s my favorite!” Mobius told him excitedly. 

That was enough to make Loki smile.

Mobius quietly read aloud in the corner to them. At first the littles were content just listening and pointing at the pictures to make silly remarks, but very quickly, Sylvie started to play with the snaps on her bear’s clothes, and Loki got distracted by some of the toys that the library kept. 

Mobius set down the last book. “Sylvie, what do you say we find some books to check out for you to read at home?” 

She didn’t like this idea, but agreed.

Mobius showed her some of the bigger kid books and made some suggestions. She ended up taking an interest in the Percy Jackson series, adding a couple on to Loki’s pile. 

While walking to the counter to sign up for library cards and check out the books, Sylvie suddenly paused, noticing a group of old women doing crafts at a table. She caught up with Mobius. “Daddy! Daddy look!” she whispered loudly. 

Mobius looked where she was pointing.

Loki turned his attention as well. 

“Jus’ like daddy!” she pointed out, correctly. The women were all knitting on wooden sticks and with colorful skeens of yarn. She hadn’t kept her volume down, as many members of the group looked up. 

Mobius embarrassedly tried to quiet her down, but too late: The old ladies had already taken notice of the littles and were waving at them, which Sylvie took as an invitation. 

She looked up at Mobius for reassurance. 

“Excuse me, can you hold these for a second?” he asked the librarian.

“Yep, your library cards will take a few moments until they’re ready, anyway,” the clerk replied. 

Mobius followed Sylvie and picked Loki up with him. 

“Hello deary!” one of the old ladies greeted the little girl.

“Hi!” Sylvie greeted back, her eyes darting between interesting projects. “What are you making?” 

“We’re making Christmas gifts, dear. Do you and your daddy want to help? -Oh and you’ve got a baby brother, too! Isn’t he adorable?” 

Loki sucked on his thumb and grinned at the acknowledgement, even though he was not a baby. 

“Sorry, you’ll have to excuse them, it’s our first time at the library,” Mobius said, his mind filled more with thoughts about the waiting stack of books on the counter and how impatient the librarian must be feeling than what he was saying. But he paused, “is that a fan lace stitch?” 

“It is...”

“Oh man, I’ve been trying to get the hang of that one forever!” 

“Sit down, I’ll show you.”

“No, I couldn’t possibly-”

“Sit! Sit!” Loki and Sylvie chanted, forgetting where they were. 

“Remember how we talk in the library?” Mobius cautioned. 

Loki and Sylvie suddenly put fingers to their lips. 

“That’s right, we have to be quiet.” 

“Aw, such well behaved littles,” the woman remarked, starting a new row to demonstrate the technique for Mobius. 

Another one of the knitters found some extra needles and asked Sylvie if she knew how to knit. Sylvie shook her head, it was never something she found particularly interesting. “Let’s learn then, shall we?”

“Okay.” 

Sylvie picked out some yarn and the old woman taught her the basics. 

Loki shifted back and forth in Mobius’ lap. After a few minutes of not having all of the world’s attention, he started to whine and throw his little fit.

“Sorry buddy, you’re just a little young to be knitting,” Mobius commented, kissing the baby on the cheek. He would’ve gone for the top of the head, but Loki was slightly too tall for that in this position.  

“But I bet the baby wants to play with the yarn, though, doesn’t he?” one of the old ladies asked. 

The hobbyists gathered their yarn scraps into a pile for him to play with.

Loki made a happy babble to Mobius as he stuck his hands in the pile of varying textures and colors of string. 

“Is that fun?” Mobius asked as Loki tried his best to ball it all up. Loki nodded and stuck a thumb in his mouth. Mobius responded by finding Loki’s pacifier in his pocket and shoving the nipple into Loki’s mouth. 

Loki started sorting the strands by color and then by length. 

“What a smart little boy!”

Loki grinned and did a little bounce on Mobius’ lap, causing his daddy to slip a stitch and almost ruin his knit. “Careful there,” Mobius reminded him. 

After a good 20 minutes, Loki shifted, wetting himself as he did so, and becoming suddenly alarmed when he remembered he was wearing only a pull-up and not a diaper. 

“Ope, there’s our cue,” Mobius commented when Loki gave him a concerned, misty-eyed look. 

Sylvie held up the square she had made. 

“Okay, let’s bind it off so you can take your creation home,” the old lady told her. She showed Sylvie the motions and Sylvie showed Mobius her multicolored square of garter stitch. 

“Hey, that looks great! Make a couple more and we can make it into a quilt or something. I think your car seat might need a new travel blankie, don’t you?” Sylvie nodded and let Loki look at the square for a few moments, turning it over in his hands and feeling the texture. 

“Thank you for the lesson today, any chance we can meet with y’all again?” 

“We’re here every Sunday from noon til three. Come join us any time.”

“Thank you, it’s been nice meeting you gals. Loki? Sylvie? Can you say thank you?” 

“Tank you!” 

“Thanks!” 

Mobius waved back at them as he brought Loki and Sylvie to the bathroom.  

“So what are you going to make me next?” Sylvie asked as Mobius changed Loki into a proper diaper in an echoey bathroom. 

“What are you going to make me next?” Mobius replied. 

The question caught Sylvie off guard, she stiffened and paused. 

“Now you know how to knit, I'm expecting some nice gifts,” he joked. 

“Am I still going to get some?” 

“Of course you are! I wouldn’t have this hobby if I wasn’t going to use it, now would I?” 

“Ooh! What do Loki and I get?” 

“That’s a surprise. But you and Loki can always look for patterns for me to play around with.” 

“Baby hewp?” Loki babbled behind his pacifier.

“Baby Loki can help, but only if daddy gets to do this:” Mobius planted a raspberry on Loki’s belly making Loki squeal and laugh like it always did. “Now, let’s go get those cards and books,” he said, lifting Loki down and pulling the little’s pants up. 

“Bookies!” Loki clapped. 

“Library voices, please,” Mobius reminded as he opened the door.

#Nothing in the Parenting Books Prepared me for This #Little!Loki #Little!Sylvie #Caregiver!Mobius #sfw agere #sfw little blog #agere blog #agere little #fandom agere #marvel agere #agere writing #agere community #loki agere #agere #new chapter monday :) #new chapter #read on ao3 #fluff #loki fanfiction #marvel fanfiction #fanfic promo #ao3 writer #ao3 fanfic #fanfic #fanfiction #my fic #fanfics #caregiver!sylvie #flip!Sylvie #domestic fluff

[nellynee]

Trollstopia Blindblogging: episode 4a - The Ballad of Holly Darlin’

This episode probably rides or dies on how much you like Holly Darlin. Solid three out of five and a rec to watch only if you can handle Holly’s energy 

Here’s the Country Ep yall

If this episodes song isn’t a ballad I call shenanigans

While Cooper’s little “I’m rude” was legit cute I'm noticing an unfortunate trend in his speech patterns. I don’t think they know what to do with him

Do not underestimate real true Southern Hospitality Poppy. That basket was no mistake

This is actually a really interesting look into Poppy though and how expectations around her have developed. While you could go the angsty rout of “oh no one ever thanks her well enough” But actually knowing Poppy, she the big fish in the small pond of Peppiness. She’s a Diva. A social focal point. Being the best, biggest, nicest, most cheering Troll is probably a point of pride for her. 

Fucking cutie pageants Holly seems the type. Five times jesus. I bet there’s hair pulling

Boot shaped glasses

Smidge: “wow, I did not think it would go like that” Me: no shock it went like that

Lets see, I'm calling it now. This Gust Tumbleweed (LOOKED IT UP IT’S GUST? I totally heard Gus) is our Hickory stand in? Honestly he looks like he should sound like John Mulany I hope he’s either temporary or it grows on me.

Seriously I was expecting a grizzled old man in a rocking chair and it panned over to that

“No one knows why-” I know it’s that Southern Hospitality. “Some say it’s her Southern Hospitality run wild-” HA! I’m telling you mystery solved. 

THIS IS NOT A BALLAD. It is also weirdly not country? Kinda?

POPPY NO YOU DONT KNOW WHAT YOU DO. You are going to choke on so many cookies and hand knitted scarves 

Oh god damn it but now I have to ponder the logistics of volcanic plant pearls

God I love Holly She is just high octane energy 25 hours a day 8 days a week in ways even Poppy can’t handle of course she’s gonna hunt you down ya dingus

 Annie Applecore - just noting here for naming convention notes but interesting that she uses Ribbon instead of hair. Keep reinforcing those headcanons show I won’t fight you

I don't trust that Haystack Wiggens. somethin about that face

Nevermind Slim Stuck’um would take my wallet and make me thank him what is with these designs?

Awwww. I sometimes forget how thoughtful and deep smidge is when she isn’t choosing chaos

If they weren't cowards they’d call out Holly for being rude for rescinding a gift Poppy wins this round

#dreamworks trolls #trollstopia #holly darling #Smidge #queen poppy #liveblogging

[mywritingonlyfans]

One Shot with Ethan Torchio // It's a bit Fluffly, Smut and Angsty

prompt: in which, ethan always need/visit you when he's not in tour + casual sex(?) with ethan tying you up so you don't touch him i'm telling you this but isn't a hardcore smut

warnings: it's smut. a fluffly kinda sexy(?)maybe it's just sexy bc it's ethan smut ig fem!reader

(he is so hot. i'm crying all my tears, and that's fucking pathetic.)

Your head hurt, you knew your face was probably red due to your desire to go home and cry, but yet, your friends convinced you to go out for a drink. According to them nothing was too bad that a beer couldn’t improve, you doubted it.

Somehow, you found yourself happy to have accepted.

You didn’t know Ethan was back in town, you briefly wondered why you didn’t know, since he always contacted you when he was near (or at least that was what it seemed to be). Still, you were glad to see him. He was always able to make things better, even if only for a short period of time; which in your case was very short one as he wasn’t yours to have.

Ethan complemented your friends, they were all too familiar to him. He hugged you, giving a small kiss to your head while sitting next to you. Suddenly, you felt like a stronger drink would do you good.

It wasn’t hard to tell what was going to happen in the next few hours, after a couple of years going through that, you knew the time you spent together would always be the same. You guessed that you were able to put his head in place, just as he did with yours; and that's why he always came back to you. You'd never be able to tell if it was luck or mischance.

“Was it too hard to find me?” You asked him.

By now, your friends had moved to another corner. “I mean, I’m not complaining, I’m glad you did.” You offered him a weak smile. He did the same.

He looked tired, yet deadly cute.

He shuffled his chair closer to yours, letting his leg touch your bare knee. “Not really, Victoria said she called you in the morning, then told me that you intended to visit here for the night,” he mumbled, signaling to the bartender that he needed a beer, and so did you.

“She’s a gossip,” you wrinkled your nose, causing him to provide offer you a nasal laugh that you had learned to find lovely over the years. “But what has been happenin’ in your life lately? You’re good?” You tried to sound casual, but deep down you knew he wasn’t there entirely for you. Something was bothering him, he was looking for someone to rest on.

“Pretty much the same,” he sighed heavily. He wasn’t tired just physically. “We finished the last album, I feel exhausted.”

He looked at you like a lost puppy, watching your face, analyzing if you were in the mood to listen to him, or even if you were okay with having him around. After all, he came to you out of nowhere.

He’d never make you uncomfortable around him, maybe he hadn't noticed that yet. “C’mon, let it all out. I haven’t seen you for too many months for you to deprive me of the details.”

“If I tell you,” he pondered, “ you’ll tell me why you have a runny nose to match your watery eyes?” He poked your cheek, dragging his fingers so he could put some strands of hair back in place.

His seat was now so close to you that you'd be able to rest your head on his shoulder if you wanted to without creating any bodily discomfort.

“I guess life just hasn’t been all that gentle with me lately.” You giggled at him. “I lost my job last week, the same life shit is goin’ on as usual, and when I finally managed to move to a decent place, I’ll now be actually going back to sharin' apartment with strangers, because, y’know, I can’t afford bein’ in there anymore.”

Ethan was quiet for a while, you needed him more than he needed you. Listening to you made him realize how his worries were nothing at all. He knew that you didn't mind sharing an apartment with someone, but the loss of perspective was always tough.

Without further thinking, he pulled you to himself, fluffing your hair and holding you tight in his grip. You didn’t cry, yet it was possible to read your emotions. It was little, but Ethan knew you.

You took your head off his chest while he still had his arm around your waist. Taking a deep breath, you stared at your laced fingers, feeling it slow down. “I guess it’s all happenin’ at the same time, I’m just not sure how to handle it at the moment,” he held your face in his hand, his mouth close to yours as he ran his fingertips over your chin, until his lips were on you.

He was soft and wet, he had the same taste you still had etched in your mind, at that moment it seemed to be all you needed. He let go slowly, distributing pecks on the corners of your mouth, letting his forehead rest against yours.

You two stayed like that for a few minutes and you could bet that anyone who passed by could see how much of a fool you were for him. You tried not to think about it too much, it was better to have little of him than to have nothing. “Ethan?”

“Huh?” He murmured with his eyes closed, giving your lips a tickling sensation.

“Kiss me more,” and then he did. Ethan was holding you in place while your hands intertwined around his neck. You played with the chain of his necklace, savoring the touch of his tongue on yours, focusing only on him while pulling at his hair to hear his soft moans.

It didn’t take long for the bartender to come get your attention. You laughed nervously against him, you were embarrassed because you didn’t even remember where you were, still Ethan seemed untouchable about it. He wasn’t one to be embarrassed over small things like that, at least not with you. The bartender was quite irritated with the two of you and just now you noticed that your drinks had arrived and hadn’t even been touched; he was rightly pissed.

Ethan stood up, lifting you up with him. You looked in your pockets for your money, but then Ethan said it was okay and that he’d pay. You would argue, yet any money left over would be welcome. You held both beers in hand as he paid, thanking the old lady for the service, still feeling your skin burning with embarrassment, and then headed outside to wait for Ethan.

“Are you drivin’?” He asked, laughing at your state of awkwardness.

You bumped into his shoulder slightly, laughing along with him. “I am not, I’m living nearby,” you whispered as he put his hand inside your skirt pocket, bringing you to his side for a walk. “In the apartment that soon won’t be mine… how ‘bout you?”

“Not drivin’, I thought about staying somewhere to spend the night.”

He was close to home, but not that close, it would take about 3 hours to get to where he lives; it seemed plausible that he wanted to stay. “Are you only here because of me?” You risked asking.

“Yeah,” he took his hand out of your pocket and ran it through his hair. “I didn’t think it‘d be a bad idea.”

There was a silence, but it was far from being uncomfortable. “You know you can stay with me.”

——————-

Considering that you were in the process of moving to another place your house was a bit of a mess. Ethan wouldn’t be bothered by that, somehow your instinct of wanting things always in place - aka Monica from Friends - made you wander around the space in an attempt to make Ethan at home.

“What ‘bout the new album?” You asked, dragging one of the boxes away from him. It wouldn’t even bother anyone, but the thought that it would be in the middle of the room while someone was at your house bothered you.

“I don’t really know, I feel anxious about releasin’ it. It’s not that I don’t want to release it or am afraid of doing so, far from that, it's just, I don’t know… ” His voice fell silent, lost in his thoughts.

You turned to him, wanting to ask him what he had said, after all, that didn’t sound like Ethan, you felt as his hands touched your hips, pulling you on his lap. “Y'know I don’t care about your mess, right? Just, please, stop walkin’ 'round the house dragging boxes.” He said with his face close to your neck, hugging you from behind. His warm breath was in contact with your soft skin, providing heat to your body. Well, there was a minimal percentage chance that you were trying to make the place look good for Ethan, just because he made you a little nervous.

“Okay, fine. I’m fine,” you exhaled, turning to face him. He was smiling with his eyes almost closing; he still looked tired, but at least you were improving his mood. “You know you’re good at what you do, Ethan. You shouldn’t worry 'bout those things.” You held on to his shoulders, breaking something that could turn out to be a pity silence.

He squeezed your thigh at the same time as he laughed humorlessly at your words. “I know that. I guess that this is the short time they gave us to finish the album – it was drivin’ me crazy. The album isn’t bad, not at all, it’s honestly very good. Dami did a incredible job, still if it weren’t for the time it could have been even better. That’s crazy how I’m still letting myself get stressed over this, don’t you think?” He vented, moving his hands up your skirt.

“I know it’ll be good, I can’t think of anything you did that ended up bad!” You ran your fingers over his covered shoulders, down to his chest, going to the first open button of his t-shirt. “But if it’s just stress I can help you.”

He lubed his lips, nodding assiduously, putting you properly on top of him. That way, you were stuck to his body, feeling the rough of his jeans along with the zipper against your underwear. You gulped as he held your face, sealing your lips with his. You were relieved he always guided you through that; the leading up part was way better when it came from him.

You unbuttoned the rest of his shirt in middle of sloppy kisses and grips. Running your hand over his belly, tracing your fingers to the back of his neck while moving your hips lightly. You lugged on his hair, pulling him away to catch your breath. You opened your eyes to find Ethan with a deep pink mouth and brown eyes more intense than normal, at that moment you could have sworn that he was the most beautiful thing you had ever laid eyes on. You spread his shirt to the sides, sensing your body getting hotter, when Ethan smirked at your rush, managing to hold both of your hands behind you; stopping you in place.

“No need to rush, we have plenty of time,” he clenched you in his hands. You arched your back, breathing heavily at each touch of his fingers on your wrists.

He ran his nose over your neck, placing kisses and bites on the way to your collarbone, leaving wet tracks that would later turn into dark marks.

Your legs ached from that position, the couch wasn’t the best, but feeling Ethan getting hard under you as you writhed yourself against him, made you want to stay there for as long as he wanted you to. It was crazy to think that at the beginning of the day you were sure that the rest of it would be a pure disaster, and now being spoiled by Ethan’s lips your worries seemed to fade away.

Temporary as that would be, you were determined to give him your all, making his and yours next hours one of the best escapes from both of you. Unnecessary to say that you were lost in your own mind by now, craving for having his strands in-between your fingers, wanting him tugged into you furiously, causing you to ache. Your mouth was ajar, your vision was just white dots as he played with your sensitive skin, driving you insane. Ethan paralyzed when his grip became too strong around your fists and you got louder than usual.

“D’you like that?” He did it again, but this time pushing your body backward. He kept his devilish grin on his face, watching you from top to bottom. You bit your lips, containing your noises to yourself. Such an angel in his eyes. “Up, babe. I need to see something.” He didn’t let you answer, not as if he needed to. You stood up in front of him, legs shaking with your head definitely not in the right place. “Undress.” He rested his elbows on his knees.

His face was serious, and you didn’t see any problem in obeying his voice, but perhaps, due to the lack of his body being glued to yours, you couldn’t help but let out a laugh.

“Don’t act like you don’t like it when I tell you what to do,” He caught you by the hem of your underwear, helping to take it off while you got rid of your blouse. “Especially, when I just got you off my lap, almost unconscious 'cause of some kisses to your soft neck, pet.” He added, drawing circles on the inside of your thigh, smoothly going up to your center.

You felt your breath come to a halt. “You’re just too bossy.” You teased, confirming that your breathing was faulty.

He patted his nose over the damp stain of the fabric, placing a kiss there. “And you love it.” He pecked you a few more times, teasing you by running his fingers on the edges as putting the cloth to the side; never touching you where you needed him.

Almost involuntarily you took hold of his hair, bringing him closer to your core. And then, you understood his previous question, it wasn’t just about not being able to touch him, but also about the power he was having over you.

He cut his actions short and got up, hovering over you. “Tonight, you won’t be allowed to touch me, all right?!” He whispered, tossing your hair behind your ear.

That’d be comical in any other situation, yet with his body and eyes fixed on your frame you felt in his domain.

You nodded, diving into the way he pulled at the hair on the nape of your neck firmly so that you were looking at him. “Go on, babe,” He insisted on having the words he wanted.

“Yes, it’s all right, Ethan,” it was far from all right, you couldn’t do that. How could you go without touching, making a mess of his hair or marking your nails on his back?

“That’s my girl,” he praised you in between sighs.

He was excited while your face was overflowing with nervousness; not out of fear, but out of curiosity. He finished removing his shirt and indicated with his fingers for you to lie down on the couch.

You shut your eyes tight, with his voice echoing 'my girl’ in your mind, Ethan was lugging your wrists above your head as you did what he told you to do. He tied them with his shirt. “Is this hurtin’ you? Are you comfortable?” He tightened it in a knot.

Your head and elbows were on the arm of the couch, only your hands were unsupported. Although you weren’t uncomfortable, it was to be expected that pain would appear the next day; it’d be worth it. “No, it’s fine. I’m good.” You assured him as he knelt beside the couch, running his hands down your torso, making you squirm.

He went down to the hem of your underwear, taking it off with the help of your legs kicking the lace away. “Good then,” he warbled, pattering lines on your pubic hair. “Needy and in your proper place.”

“Bastard,” you swore through clenched teeth.

He grinned, admiring how your breast rose and fell in a quick but punctual rhythm while your hips fidgeted at his touch. You looked like a piece of art he had just created, swollen lips, filled in lovely marks on the collarbone. He found himself in need to concentrate on his breathing while watching you, to control his pulse as he reached his fingertips to your pussy.

“Ethan” you breathed out, forcing your fists. “Go on, please,”

With that, he held your hands, forcing them down and slid a finger inside you. Your lips opened in a sigh and he took the opportunity to kiss you, running his tongue over your bottom lip and nipping it to his mouth, keeping things on a slow pace.

You wanted to hold his hand, make him go faster or be able to pull the locks of his hair until he understood how much you wanted him, but you had no way of doing that, and you knew he was just doing that to provoke you.

His lips traveled over your neck again, this time giving light kisses, blowing air on the soft fresh he had left in there.

“You’re so gorgeous,” he said without even opening his eyes, delighting in your skin as he sped up, now rubbing his thumb gently over your bud.

You whispered something almost inaudible that Ethan recognized as his name. He raised his head, coming face a face to you. “Right there, huh?” He asked, focusing on the spot that was blurring your vision.

You groaned. The satisfying delight running through your veins. You closed your legs, wishing you could hold on to his body, but all he did was laugh, shoving his fingers leisurely into you.

“No, no Ethan,” you looked at him properly, thinking that if you hadn’t been with your wrists tied you’d have slapped his chest.

He wiped his hand on your thigh, and stood up slipping his jeans down his legs along with his underwear. You sighed at him, stretching your arms, staring at the ceiling to disguise yourself. Not that it was necessary, Ethan was already too much of a show-off when it came to you for your liking.

“You good? How’s your arms?” He doubted, getting on top of you.

He had his hair damp, falling over the spots on his forehead. Some of his locks was glued to his chest and his golden pendant dangled in front of your eyes. For a split second, you though about saying that you missed him, but you were wise enough to know better than doing such a thing.

“If I say that I’m not good. Are you goin’ to untie me?”

He pressed his chest to yours, your body sticking to his since you were both sweaty.

“Not even a chance,” He stroked your neck with his thumb, up and down, with a silly look on his face.

You grunted as soon as you felt how solid hard he was against your thigh, he aligned himself in-between your knees, holding on to your shoulders, and without hesitation he filled you up. Your body tingled and your voice failed, causing a silent moan to slip from your lips. His head fell over the crook of your neck and you could feel how dysrhythmic his breathing was. His warm body along with his breath hitting on your neck added a pleasant feeling in your stomach, leaving you dizzy under him.

“Move Ethan,” you tried to sound understandable, embracing his waist with your legs.

He thrusted deeply in you, leaving a breathed sigh of relief in your ears. You stretched out your arms, tightening your thighs around him. He held the shirt in your hands, preventing it from coming loose.

“No, I wanna touch you,” you whined.

“You will, just be patient, babe,” he squeezed your wrists in his hand.

Closing your eyes, you enjoyed the way his body was over yours, every movement and every delicate touch.

He went slowly at first, making sure you were taking all of him before going faster. Once he felt your walls clenching around him, he murmured a breathless 'fuck’, letting go of your hands so that you could finally feel him. You dug your nails into his back, kneading your body against his at the same time as he hugged you.

As you opened your eyes, he was already looking at you, with an intense gaze, building you up to feel sexy and wanted.

Both of you were a mess; sweaty and sticky. You felt a tingling ecstasy take all over your body, your toes twitching as you emptied yourself into him. He kept working on you until his body collapsed into yours, filling you up to perfection.

The last thing you remembered was having your fingers entwined in his hair, patting at it slightly as he whispered sweet nothing against your skin; just like a lullaby.

———–-------

You woke up to the noise of the television, trying to adjust your vision to the brightness of the daylight. Failing to stretch, you felt how sore your body was.

Your eyes searched for Ethan, finding him sitting opposite to you with a lazy smile and a cup of tea in hands, his attention was all on you. Friends was playing on the television, but you doubted he was really watching it.

“Good mornin’ babe,” his husky voice echoed through the room. It was the best thing to hear in the morning. “How’s it? Hurtin’?” He asked when you started examining your marked wrists.

He was fully dressed and although you weren’t, he had managed to get a sheet to cover you.

“Good mornin’. It’s fine, it doesn’t hurt,” you mumbled, scratching your eyes, curling up on the sheet. “How long will you be stayin’ in town?”

“Not long,” he paused thoughtfully. You already expected that he wouldn’t be with you for long, still sometimes you liked to think that it’d last longer than just a few days before he disappeared to another continent. “I need to go home in a few minutes, I’m going to take a flight at night to adjust the final details of the album.”

“Sounds nice,” you wanted to have the courage to tell him how he made things in your life look just right, as if he were some kind of piece missing from your puzzle. “I can’t wait to hear it, hear what your great fingers are capable of.” You ignored your thoughts. He laughed.

However, you truly believed that not saying anything was a wise move.

He lifted a cup from one of the boxes next to him, holding it out to you. “I made one for you too, I hope you don’t mind.”

You didn’t mind it, in fact, you loved the way he made himself at home so quickly. The home that soon wouldn’t be yours anymore. You wished Ethan could remedy your worries for more than just one night.

“Thank you,” you took the still warm drink in your hands, looking at him as if he were part of your decor. “You can smoke in here, I don’t mind that either,” you spoke up. You couldn’t even imagine that he’d have gone without lighting a cigarette all morning.

“The place is all clean, and smells nice. I bet you never lit one yourself, I wouldn’t do that.” He was right.

“Well, y'know that I don’t care about the smell, I just don’t see the need to leave the house impregnated with it.” You explained, remembering that Ethan’s house was a perfect description of that smell, yet you loved his place.

“I know this is going to sound strange,” he started. “But if you can’t find a place in time to live in… you can stay at mine, I mean, you know I am never home and as I’ll be travelin’ you could make yourself at home.”

He said it casually, and you knew he wasn’t lying, if you wanted to he wouldn't even think twice about letting you stay at his.

“No need, I’ll be fine. I do appreciate it though.” you took a sip of your now cold drink.

He bobbed, checking what you thought could be the time on his phone.

“You have to go, I guess?” You asked, your soft voice revealing you didn’t want that.

“I need to,” he gave you a small smile, getting up. “It’s gettin’ a bit late for me.”

“I see,” you went to him, adjusting the sheet on your body, feeling ridiculous for still being undressed. “I guess I’ll see you, right?” You added it while he picked up your stuff on the couch; keys, wallet and the pack of cigarettes. There was no answer for your question.

“Yeah,” he breathed out, heading to the door. “You could come and visit, spend a few days with us. It’d be nice.”

“On tour? Like a groupie?” You wrinkled your nose. His arms wrapping around you. You’d miss it.

He squeezed you into his chest, his tiny beard tickling your cheek. “You know you are much more than just a groupie for me, Y/N.”

You didn’t answer that. He pulled away and for a second you thought he was going to kiss you, but he didn’t.

“See ya Y/N,” instead, he kissed the top of your head. “Think about it, both about comin’ to visit and also about needing a place to stay for a while.”

“I’m sure I will, thank you Ethan,” you watched him, from his rumpled shirt to dark circles under his eyes. He’d always have a special space in your heart. “I guess I’ll see ya then.”

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