#i'm quite pissed at the cliffhanger

[labaguetteisdabest]

i finished season two i am now getting therapy in the form of tumblr join me everyone

@iam1withthepeggy i'm looking at you 👀

#heartstopper season 2 #heartstopper #heartstopper s2 #nick and charlie #nick x charlie #i need therapy #although i must say #i'm quite pissed at the cliffhanger #buuuuut #it'll be worth the wait

[mamaestapa]

Joe Seeks Advice & Comes Home to Something Nice…

•pairing: Joe Burrow x reader

•series summary: Y/N Y/L/N moved to Cincinnati, Ohio for a new start. Move in day arrives and she discovers something terrible...the apartment complex gave her the wrong lease. Instead of living with who she originally was supposed to, she's now living with the hottest quarterback in the NFL, Joe Burrow. Y/N is stuck living in the same apartment with him for a year...which the two are not thrilled about. However, as time goes on, they realize that maybe this wasn't the worst thing that could happen to them. Will Y/N and Joe stay enemies, or will they find themselves falling in love?

•chapter summary: Joe struggles as practice and seeks advice from his teammates, then he comes home to a nice surprise…

•word count: 2.8k

•warnings: language, mentions of sex, angst, suggestive content, uhhh kind of a cliffhanger? (not really though)

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November 17, 2022

Joe's Pov:

"Burrow!" Coach Taylor snapped, "what the hell was that!?"

I let out a frustrated sigh, "Sorry coach."

"Don't be sorry, make the damn pass!"

"Yes sir." I mumbled as I re-adjusted my helmet.

I haven't been my best today at practice. I'm missing easy throws and not making plays that would win us the game—if this was a game, that is. I was growing frustrated with myself and I could tell Coach Taylor was too.

I dropped back to pass the ball, lofting it into the air and hoping it would be a complete pass.

"Shit," I mumbled under my breath. I overthrew Ja'Marr by mere inches. I watched as Coach Taylor dropped his hands to his knees and give me a look of disappointment. Coach Taylor blew his whistle and then groaned angrily. I think if I was any closer to him he would reach out and strangle me.

"Burrow! What is going on!?" He yelled, starting to walk towards me.

I took my helmet off with a sigh. I ran my free hand through my hair that was damp with sweat. I shook my head, "I've just got a lot on my mind."

Zac sighed and put a hand on my shoulder, "You alright Joe?" He asked lowly. That's one of the things I love about having Zac as a coach. Even if he was pissed off at me for missing throws, he always cared about how I was feeling. Zac was willing to help out all of his players and their families in any way he possibly could.

My lips formed in a straight line as I nodded. I can't tell him what's on my mind though.

He sighed and pat my shoulder, "Why don't you take a break. I'll run some defensive drills instead. You get some water, talk to the guys, do whatever you have to do to get out of your head, got it?"

I nodded, "Thank you coach." I smiled gratefully at him and grabbed my gatorade water bottle before jogging off the field. I heard Zac blow his whistle and shout out that they were going to be running defense for the rest of practice as I filled the bottle up.

"Whew," Tee whistled, leaning his arm on the large water jug, "you're havin' quite the day, man."

"That obvious, huh?"

Tee let out a laugh, "Yeah."

I closed the lid to my water bottle and walked over to the sidelines where Ja'Marr, Tyler, and Evan were standing around and watching practice. I let out a big sigh as I stopped next to Ja'Marr.

"What's got you in such a slump?" Ja'Marr asked, crossing his arms and looking over at me.

I shrugged, "Just got a lot on my mind, s'all."

Tyler and Evan nodded, while Tee narrowed his eyes at me.

"What?" I asked, giving him a confused look.

"Well what's on your mind?"

I shrugged again, "Nothing."

"Oh come on," Ja'Marr said, placing a hand on my shoulder, "Joe, man, its not nothin'."

"Yeah," Sam said, jogging over to us out of breath, "last time it was 'nothing', it really wasn't nothing." Logan followed behind him, his chest heaving from the workout Zac had just put them through.

It's true. The last time I said it was "nothing" when I had extremely rough practices like I was having today, I was going through a breakup. The guys gave me great advice while I was going through that, so I'm hopeful they'll be able to help me through my current situation.

"You mad cause you're not gettin' any?" Tee asked, making Ja'marr laugh.

"That's it for sure." He said, the two of them a giggling mess.

I rolled my eyes, "I get plenty, thank you. Unlike you two."

Tyler laughed, "Ja'Marr's alleged baby mamas say otherwise."

A choruses of "ooooo's" sounded out among our group.

"Nah man, you didn't have to go there." Ja'Marr said, shaking his head at everyone's reactions.

Tyler chuckled and punched Ja'Marrs arm, "You know i'm just jokin'. I said mama's, I should've just said mama."

"Oh my god."

Evan shook his head, "Okay, okay. Enough about Ja'Marr and his baby mamas."

"Thank you shooter."

Evan just nodded and gave Ja'Marr a closed lip smile. I fiddled with my thumbs before I sighed and spoke up.

"I need advice."

"What's up Joe?" Sam asked.

"Aren't you two supposed to be out on the field?" Tee asked, pointing between Sam and Logan.

Logan shrugged, "Yeah, but we've got a water break. Make this quick and Zac won't even notice we're gone."

Everyone turned their attention to me.

"It's about Y/n."

"Oooh, now you've got my attention." Ja'Marr smirked.

"Dear god." Sam breathed out. I rolled my eyes at Ja'Marr. He's my best friend but sometimes...he can get on my nerves. Ever since Y/n has been my roommate, Ja'Marr has been talking about her nonstop. Even when she was going out with Evan, Ja'Marr still talked about her.

Logan rolled his eyes too before turning to me.

"What is is about her?"

"I need advice."

Evan smiled, "We can try to help. I've got some experience with her."

Sam looked at Evan with wide eyes. Evan shook his head as a blush appeared on his cheeks.

"Not like that."

"Oh," said Sam, "I was about to say, when did that happen?"

Evan chuckled, "Yeah. Y/n and I never got there, we agreed we're better off as friends."

Logan smiled, "I'm glad y'all are on good terms."

"Me too." Evan said with a smile, "Now enough about Y/n and I. Joe," he gave me a look, urging me to continue.

I sighed, "I don't even know where to begin."

It's true. I don't know where to start because there is so much that I need advice about.

"About a week ago, I brought this girl over. We were, you know..."

Ja'Marr smirked, "Gettin' it on, hell yeah."

"Yeah..." I trailed off, "It was really good, but she looked just like Y/n. I let my thoughts wander and I accidentally called the girl Y/n."

"Oh."

"Yikes, Joey."

I sighed, "I know."

"You said Y/n’s name during sex!?" Ja'Marr asked, mouth gaped open and eyes wide in shock.

"Yeah, yeah I did."

"Damn Burrow."

"Hey, hey, it's fine." Sam said, "It's not a big deal that you wished it was her."

"I never said-."

"Oh but you implied," Tyler said, cutting me off. I rolled my eyes. I wanted advice about the situation, not to be chastised about it.

"I never implied-."

"Yes you did." Tee and Evan said in unison.

"You did say she looked just like Y/n-."

"And you said you let your thoughts wander, meaning-."

Everyone was cutting each other off and I was growing annoyed.

"Okay, fine! I did wish it was her!" I snapped, causing the guys to stop talking and some of my other teammates not involved in conversation to look over at me.

I continued, "I wanted nothing more than for her to be Y/n. All I could think about while I was on my date was Y/n. Hell, even when Y/n was on dates with Evan I wished she was on dates with me. I wanted to be the one she worked out with, I wanted to be the one she posted on her story. I want to be the one she thinks about late at night, and I want to be the one she smiles about anytime she talks to her friends. Y/n is always on my mind and when I'm at the apartment with her I'm the happiest I have ever been. She's kind and she's funny. She can be sassy, but her sweet side never fails to put a smile on my face. She is absolutely beautiful on the inside and outside, and I," I laughed airily, "I've never had these feelings before and I don't know what to do about them."

The guys looked at me with wide eyes and amused looks on their faces. Ja'Marr suddenly grinned and held his hands out to Tee.

"Pay up, bitch!"

"What the hell?!" Sam asked, a confused expression on his face.

Tee sighed and placed a twenty dollar bill into Ja'Marr's waiting hands.

Ja'Marr chuckled happily, "I knew it."

"Knew what?" I asked, eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

"That you," Ja'Marr pointed at me, "are in love with Y/n."

I felt my heart drop. In love? Yeah right. I'm not in love with her...am I?

I scoffed and crossed my arms, "I am not in love with her."

Evan smiled, "Joe, buddy, I think you are."

I rolled my eyes. Yeah my confession may sound like Im in love with her, but I promise I'm not! It's just a little crush.

"It's just a little crush guys."

Logan put his hand on my shoulder, "Joe," he said, a smile tugging at his lips, "I've been in love with my Macee for years. I know what love looks like and sounds like, and you my friend are in love.”

I sighed, my shoulders falling in defeat. They're right.

I am in love with Y/n.

"What do I do?"

"Ask her out?" Tyler suggested.

"Confess." Evan stated.

"Walk into the apartment shirtless, she can't resist you if you're naked." Ja'Marr winked.

"Marr, be serious just for once, please."

Ja'Marr threw his hands up, "I am being serious! It's true, no girl can resist him, trust."

All of just shook our heads at his suggestion. There's no way I'm doing that.

"You know," Logan began, "Macee and I were sort of in the same situation as you and Y/n are. We started off as friends and I always knew I loved her, but I didn't know how she felt. One day when we were hanging out alone, we talked for a bit and then I just kissed her. No warning, just smashed my lips against hers. She kissed back and the rest is history."

I smiled softly as he talked.

He continued, "You cant be afraid to make a move Joe."

Sam nodded, "Logan's right, you can't be afraid to make a move. If you don't make a move you're just going to be miserable man."

They're right. If I don't say something to her or act on my feelings soon, I'm just going to be miserable. Even if feelings aren't reciprocated, at least it'll be out in the open, right?

I nodded and smiled at the guys, "I appreciate the advice guys, thanks."

Logan nodded, "Of course. Good luck." He patted my shoulder before putting his helmet on and running back onto the field. Sam did the same.

I let out a sigh as I watched the defense finish up todays practice. I could only hope talking to Y/n about my feelings is as easy as Logan makes it sound.

~time skip~

I parked my Benz and went up to the apartment, ready to shower and get something to eat. Practice was extremely long today and I was just ready to relax on the cou-

Holy shit...

There she was. The girl that's been on my mind all day at practice. Sitting on the couch, eyes glued to the Tv. But it wasn't her watching Tv that made me lose concentration. No, it was that champagne pink silk nightgown she was wearing. I sucked in a breath, not realizing I was even holding it until Y/n snapped me out of my thoughts.

"Hey," she smiled softly, "how was practice?"

I swallowed thickly, "Uh," I shook my head slightly, trying to find words, "it was good."

It definitely was not good.

"That's good." Y/n said, standing from the couch. My eyes trailed down her body as she stretched. The nightgown fit her like a glove, making the curve of her hips and swell of her breasts pop. I couldn't keep my eyes off of her as she walked into the kitchen, hips swaying naturally with every step she took. Y/n looked absolutely stunning right now.

"Joe?"

My head snapped up and I blinked, face growing red as Y/n chuckled at me.

"You good?" She asked, placing her hands on her hips.

"Yeah," I let out a soft laugh, "I'm great."

God Joe, keep it together.

Y/n walked into the kitchen. I decided to follow her. She held up two frozen pizzas and turned to me as I stood in the entrance of the kitchen.

"Which one do you want?"

I shrugged, "Doesn't matter. Whichever one you want."

She put the boxes down and narrowed her blue eyes at me. She crossed her arms in front of her, holding them against her body. Her cleavage popping as her arms made contact with her body. I couldn't help but glance down as she stood in front of me. I know what you're thinking, but I cant help it, Y/n is so beautiful.

"Did something happen at practice?"

I shook my head no. Something did happen at practice. But she doesn't need to know that, not right now.

"Are you sure?" she asked, cocking her head to the side, "because you seem, I don't know, weird?"

I pushed my bottom lip out and kept a straight face as I said, "I'm good."

Y/n nodded and pulled her arms away, turning around so she could prepare the frozen pizza. I watched as she moved. She looked so graceful even though she was just making a frozen pizza. As she turned around to put the pizza in the oven, my eyes were drawn to the white lace that lined the neckline of the nightgown. My mind ran wild seeing her in it. I could feel myself growing more and more aroused as the thoughts came into my head.

Oh god, not now.

I felt a blush creep up my neck as Y/n started making her way over to where I was standing. I immediately covered my lower half with my duffel bag. She squeezed past me and threw the pizza box away, her hip brushing against my thigh as she walked by me. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath.

Thank god the guys aren't here right now...I would NEVER hear the end of it.

I walked into the kitchen, dropping my duffel bag and grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge. I decided to get a cup and fill it with ice. Y/n was standing by the cabinet that had the cups in it. I sighed and made my way over to the cabinet, careful not to hit her as I reached for a cup. Just as I grabbed the cup, Y/n turned around. 

Both of our breaths hitched, Y/n’s mouth hung open slightly as her eyes momentarily fell to my lips before snapping back up to stare into my eyes. We stared at each other intensely, so many unspoken words shared between us just by the look in our eyes. You could feel the tension between us as neither of us dared to make a move.

Just kiss her Joe, man up and DO IT. Do what Logan said, just make the move...

Our bodies were inches from each other, if one of us just moved slightly, they'd be touching. I watched as Y/n took a deep breath before she began to lean in, I doing the same. With our faces inches away from eachother, she closed her eyes-

BEEP. BEEP. BEEP.

Y/n snapped her eyes open and the two of us backed away from each other. I cleared my throat and Y/n let out a breath, smoothing her night gown before she got the pizza out the oven.

"Sorry," she breathed out, "I uh-."

"I'm going to shower." I said, my lips forming in a straight line.

She nodded, "I'm going to call Macee back."

With that the two of us left the kitchen and went out separate ways. I locked the bathroom door behind me and let out a deep sigh. I ran my fingers through my hair and then dragged my hands down my face.

I had a chance and I didn't take it.

Who knows if I'll ever get a chance like that again.

I smiled to myself though as I thought about a bright side to the situation. I don't know if it's just me, but, it seemed like Y/n wanted to kiss me just as much as I wanted to kiss her.

hey loves!!

joe finally being honest about his feelings?😱 we love to see it

i am SO sorry that this chapter has taken me so long to finish!! i've had a lot going on lately and i just haven't had much time to write. this chapter was very underwhelming and not great, so i deeply apologize for that. BUT i promise the next one will be much better :)

these next few chapters are going to be an emotional roller coaster so GET READY

i hope you're all doing well and thank you again for all of the love and support you've all shown me on this book. it means the world to me🤍

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[delqcate]

hi love!! i was wondering if I could request something for scott barringer? i'm the same anon from yesterday btw :)) could it be something where they have like a frenemies type relationship? she's quite witty and a bit of a bitch to him, mainly because he's a jerk to her, but they're friends not down right enemies, almost like banter that they look forward to. then one day she takes a walk during a storm in the middle of the night, and catches scott outside in the middle of the night, and he's upset and tells her about what happened to him and she comforts him? and they like become something?

YOU'LL BE THE FIRST WHO EVER DID

when i got this req i was so excited because 1, i haven't wrote an ask in soooo long, and 2, this is sort of me experimenting with another type of character since in my eyes i always write them sweet n stuff. but anyways i hope you all enjoy this especially u anon! <3

warnings/cw: mentions of abuse (not from scott or reader), cussing, etc.

word count: 1.7k (FINALLY MORE THAN 100 WORDS)

paring: scott barringer x reader

The last class of the day had just finished, and after listening to Jeff's lecture all day you were ready to take a nap when you remembered that the Cliffhangers were assigned to kitchen cleaning duty. So after dropping off your things at the cabin, you make your way to meet with the others.

"Ezra, stop that. I'm not sure we even cleaned that yet!" Was the first thing you could hear from the kitchen, it was Kat's voice. As soon as you head inside you finally get a good view of the situation. Ezra had a soup pot on his head, which did look like it had a bit of dirt on the outside, everyone else was either cleaning or watching everything going on.

Expect one. The one that, despite all your banter, you could tolerate the most.

His eyes were on you again for a short moment before clearing his throat and letting his raspy voice fill your ears. "I could use your help over here." He looks back down at the sink and you nod once, heading over to him.

"Barringer." You mumble as you stand beside him, taking the washed dish from him and drying it up with a rag nearby. "Could you have been any more late? Being surrounded by these idiots is probably worse than being with you." He says as he finishes up another plate.

You scoff and put the plate down, taking the next plate to wash. "As if you're any better, I'm surprised Auggie and Ezra aren't sick of you being such a buzz kill." You put the plate down and move your gaze to him.

As if he could sense it, he moved his gaze to you. It was there again, that tension that always confused the both of you. Ever since the first day you met the both of you had this banter that everyone noticed, it was like sparks.

As weeks went by the both of you learned how to tolerate each other better, and while he could still be a jerk, he was a tolerable jerk. More tolerable than the rest anyway.

You notice a small grin on his face, and you return it as well. "Well, I only like being a buzz kill for you." He smirks and looks back at the sink. "And I like being late to piss you off." You smile sarcastically and head off to help everyone else. He turns his head to watch you for a moment, his eyes just couldn't leave you.

A handful of days had passed and the weather was getting worse each day, it was getting cold so you understood why. What you didn't understand was Scott hadn't been going to classes lately, and every time you tried to talk to him, he was a complete jerk just like the first time you two met.

You didn't understand why he was like this, maybe his emotions just like to change with the weather? It had been raining harder than usual and there were the occasional thunderstorms.

But you had other things to worry about, like the fact you decided to take a walk in the forest but instead was running around in the dark as the rain poured down on her. The thunder was loud, pounding in her ears.

You slowed down her moments to try and see anything through the storm, but it was just a view of never-ending trees. Until you heard footsteps, the splash of water, someone else was thankful out here with you. Unless it was an animal. Or a random person.

"Hello? Is anyone there!" You yell out, hoping they can hear you. "Over here!" They yell out, they sound familiar yet strange, as if something happened. You quickly rush over as their voice gets louder, yelping as you bump into them.

"Shit, I'm so sorry-" She looks up at her eyes widen, her breath hitching. "Scott? What are you doing out here?" You were speechless, you didn't expect him out of all people to be here. He had been isolating himself in the cabin.

"Let's just get back, ok? Who cares about me!" His raspy voice filled your ears, but this didn't sound like him trying to be a jerk. It sounded like he had just cried. "I care, Scott!" You suddenly yell out.

You would agree that both of you needed to find shelter before the rain gets worse or both of you would be stranded and get sick, but who cares about any of that right now?

"Please, why have you been isolating yourself from us?" You plead out to him, trying to read his eyes. He was always tough to read, he always hid his emotions in his cocky personality. You try reaching your hand for his but he immediately backs away, and your heart breaks.

Everyone knew what happened to Scott, his mother abusing him, but you dismissed it. Rumors always spread around here, it was probably made up, but this scared you because what if it was all true?

"I know- I know that you know..." his breath was heavy, his hand ran through his hair and his back hit the tree, slowly sliding down as he covered his face. Your heart slowly broke as you stood there feeling helpless, you were afraid to touch him because you didn't want to hurt him.

You got down on your knees and gulped, taking a deep breath. You slowly reach your hand out to him, gently placing your hand on his knee. At first, you felt him flinch, almost as if he wanted to pull away, but he couldn't. It was a cliche but he felt like you were different, so he let your hand stay there.

After a moment of letting the rain and thunder fill your ears, he finally spoke up. His voice was soft and still as raspy as ever. "I didn't want it, y'know? I mean, I thought I did but-" His voice started to break and you pushed his hair back as a silent way to stop him, you didn't want to bring back any memories the rain was already giving him.

"You didn't. I know." You whisper back, even if it was inaudible due to the weather. "I'm guessing the weather had something to do with the situation?" You watch as he slowly lifts his head and removes one hand to reveal half of his face, the rain is calming down.

"Yeah...you smartass." He chuckles, and you happily return one. This felt different from all your other encounters with each other, more intimate but not the type of way people would think. "You're soaked, idiot." You let out as you stand up, looking around.

"Hey, I can see Horizon from here." You look back down at him, his head already looking up at you. You can tell he wants to say something so you get back to his level. "What's up?"

He looks around, poking his cheek with his tongue. He's never been in a relationship nor has he found any interest in being in one, but the way you made him feel was different than he felt with other people.

"I- god, this is harder than I thought." He chuckles and gulps, bouncing his leg slightly. You suddenly feel nervous, you've never seen him like this before but you let him continue to show you really are listening.

"You make me feel something that I haven't felt with any girl, or I guess anyone. You make me feel safe and uhm..." He looks over at a nearby puddle and gets up, scrambling to pull out a small flower. He faces you and watches as you stand up, heading towards him.

He looked like a nervous teenage boy, and you found that adorable since he's never shown any type of vulnerability. "Will you maybe be the only person I can tolerate here? When you hold me I- It feels like you're the only person to make me feel all.. tingly." He looks at you, his eyes almost pleading.

"Scott, I..." You were at a loss for words, you'd immediately say yes if it wasn't for what had just happened. Was he sure he wanted this? You didn't want him jumping into something after he was just so vulnerable.

"Oh- yeah. No, no, I get it. God, I'm so stupid-" As he turns away to throw the flimsy flower, you take his arm and spin him to look at you. You felt bad that you weren't even thinking after grabbing him like that, despite him basically saying your touch made him feel safe, you couldn't be too sure.

"No, I just want you to be sure you want this. I don't want you jumping into anything you're not sure of." You frown and slowly move closer to him and he does the same, looking into your eyes. His free hand moves over to cup the nape of your neck and he whispers.

"I confessed my love for you in the rain and you need more confirmation?" He chuckles and you feel a soft smile on your face. "Alright, whatever you want." He leans in and kisses you softly, it was like sparks as soon as your lips met.

You wrap your arms around his neck and make a soft noise, both of you deepening the kiss with each passing second. After a while, both of you slowly break apart and take a moment to breathe before letting out a laugh. Your face had a wide smile and Scott had that soft grin on him as his hand travels to your hair and gently places the flower.

"I thought that if I ever told anybody, I'd never be able to look at them again." His voice gradually gets softer, his gaze softening alongside. "You're looking at me now, aren't you?" You say in the same tone as him. "Mhm, and what a beautiful sight it is."

You both share a small chuckle before walking back to the cabin hand in hand. The Cliffhangers will definitely have a field day as soon as they find out, but for now, no one has to know.

#★ — ﹙daydreaming . . . 📜﹚ #dividers from cafekitsune #scott barringer #scott barringer fluff #scott barringer imagine #scott barringer x reader #hayden christensen #hayden christensen fluff #hayden christensen imagine #hayden christensen x reader

[letmetellyouaboutmyfeels]

so how would you have this play out. say buck and tommy start experimenting halfway into this season and then eddie gets wind of it gets pissed and shit goes down and by seasons end tommy leaves, buck is going to be comfortable with the idea of being with men, tommy probably gives buck a hint about eddie and well marisol and eddie probably break up as well cause homegirl is gonna be like you're more interested in your best friend dating a man then me, tell my why that is? oh it's so juicy.

I've said this before but I don't know if I've ever said it publicly: I am betting on a Bones season six situation.

For those of you who don't know, in the television show Bones, at the end of season five one half of the slow burn, Booth, confessed his love to Brennan, the other half, and she turned him down. She was terrified that their relationship wouldn't work out and she'd lose him. Booth, brokenhearted, quit the team and got himself a new girlfriend (Katheryn Winnick, hhhnnngghhh).

In season six, Brennan breaks down and confesses to Booth she does love him and wants a relationship with him, and begs him to tell her it's not too late. Booth is hurt, and tells her that his current girlfriend is "not a consolation prize" and he's not going to break up with her to get with Brennan - he cares about her and is going to stay with her.

He and the girlfriend then break up because they want different things in life, and Booth is able to go to Brennan and be with her (after a period of adjustment).

I'm deeply inclined to think that we'll get something along those lines. We all saw how hurt Eddie looked when Buck said "she sees me" in that graveyard scene. I think that Buck is going to realize his feelings and confess to Eddie and Eddie is going to fight him, hurt and upset, telling him that he waited for ages for Buck to realize Eddie was right there, and Buck just went off with another woman. Again. And Marisol isn't someone Eddie's going to just dump the second Buck gives him a chance, he's not going to do that to her.

We'll have angst and pain and Buddie separation, Eddie and Marisol will break up, and Buck and Eddie will get together in the season finale.

(Which, for the record, I'm betting the Madney wedding is the finale. Just saying.)

I would not be surprised if they pushed Buck and Eddie getting together until the next season and instead focused on the angst to be evil and give us an emotional cliffhanger. Especially with only a ten-episode season. But I'm currently betting on them getting together in the finale.

That's my line of thinking! And if we could get Tommy asking Chim how long Buck and Eddie have been into each other while Chim astral projects his way through the last six years and bluescreens, that would be the icing on the cake.

#mads answers things #911 spec #I just want Chim to have a leetol crisis because of Tommy #I want Tommy confessing to Maddie he had a huge crush on Chim while Chim has 'hello darkness my old friend' playing in his head #I want Tommy to be like yeah I ended things with Buck he's a great guy #but I'm not getting in the middle of him and Eddie #and have Chim be like I'm sorry my good sir what the actual fuck are you talking about pray tell #I just. Kenny is such a great comedic actor. I need it.

[weclassybouquetfun]

I'm seeing all of these headlines from critics about how ridiculous FAST X as if they are just learning what the Fast and Furious films are. They are ridiculous. And? So? Your point being? Are you going to write that Looney Toons cartoons are silly?

22 years, 10 films, countless implausible moments.

You're going to say the franchise is stupid because you have people driving through skyscrapers or parachuting with cars or even surfing on a car but you say nothing about how we're supposed to believe Paul Walker as an LAPD cop when no LAPD cop in the history of the force has ever looked like that?!

This is the real stretch of imagination.

FAST X. The X stands for X-TREME SPOILERS

THE GOOD -I like a bit of fan service and the franchise keeps doling out heaping helpings of it. We got Letty back, Han back, Owen Shaw, Deckard Shaw, Elena back (briefly), whoever the hell Lucas Black and Bow Wow played in TOKYO DRIFT, Hobbs back and now the gal - Gisele.

Their babies are no longer babies.

At this pace I can't even feel bad that John Cena's Jakob died because we didn't see his body. For all we know he could have jumped out the car when it exploded! We see Han's body and he still returned from the dead so...I'm just saying don't count your dead characters before they hatch.

-I loved that they tied this story into Fast Five because that film was my entry into the Fast and Furious films so I remember that one distinctly enough that I could appreciate how they re-did scenes to add the idea that Dante was in their orbit then.

-Following THE SUICIDE SQUAD's lead and relegating Scott Eastwood to bit player. This feels like they were just trying to help him retain his SAG-AFTRA health insurance.

-The twist with Alan Ritchson's character. They intro him giving a wall of exposition about how the "cult with cars" win everyone over and then we see him won over and I think, "Exactly. As it should be." But no! Mans was luring Dom into a false sense of security. Dom was probably too blinded by that tan Ritchson was sporting for some reason.

-Paul Walker's daughter Meadow having a small role. Wouldn't be la familia without her.

-Jason Momoa was having so much fun and he certainly made for an entertaining villain. I'm all in for a villain who wears nail polish and space buns. And I liked how they actually used his photos from his BAYWATCH: HAWAII and STARGATE ATLANTIS years instead of photoshopping it.

THE BAD -Momoa IMO didn't find a good balance between unhinged lunacy and camp. I wish he was able to blend the menacing aspects of the character into his character when he was being more flamboyant. I think an actor who pulled that balance off perfectly was Chris Pine in SMOKIN' ACES.

-I can turn my brain off, I want to be entertained. If I wanted to logic police these films I'd just tweet Neil DeGrasse Tyson and ask his opinion. That said, bad writing is bad writing and this film had some awful writing. The script was written by Justin Lin, Dan Mazeau (Wrath of Titans) and Zach Dean (The Tomorrow War). I like to think Justin Lin knew some parts of the script was absolute dog piss and quit because he didn't want to have to massage a performance out of his actors using those words.

Justin Lin when handing in the final draft to Universal.

-The CGI was so bad! Regressively so. It was like they were using 2001 technology in some of the big scenes.

THE REST A cliffhanger? Editors exist for a reason. You're telling me I am going to have to sit through another 2 hours watching Letty, Cipher and Gisele on their sub adventure through Antarctica, Deckard saving his mum, Dante acting like he's on RuPaul's Drag Race, Roman with the weak jokes (Tyrese isn't as funny as he thinks he is), then a race to hurriedly find a way to give Brie Larson something substantive to do and because everyone comes back, we will see the return of Mr. Nobody (Kurt Russell) and then shoehorn back in Rita Moreno to close out the film with another speech about family?

#fast x spoilers #fast x #fast x movie #fast and furious #movies #film #vin diesel #jason momoa

[myaoiboy]

u got me reaaaal interested in Otacon x Kaz 👀👀👀

I've been meaning to write some of this out for a while so... (a bunch of brain-barf under the cut)

Okay it's worth saying i have like. 3 or 4 distinct versions of Kaz that stew in my brain with varying levels of canon/fanon/hc influence so just know that like. I'm fully aware of the level of delusion I'm on lmao

First off if you want some fic recs, this is maybe my favorite fic of all time (it currently ends on a cliffhanger fyi, if you're someone that doesn't like reading unfinished fics) https://archiveofourown.org/works/22810450/chapters/54512233

And this is another fic I like a lot, that kind of influenced my characterization of kaz https://archiveofourown.org/works/35337892/chapters/88074730

I feel like Kaz probably originally has some hostility towards Otacon because of Huey. He assumes that much like Snake share's Big Boss's positive traits, Otacon is likely to share some of Huey's traits. He starts out being kind of a dick, Snake probably has to be the one to tell him to tone it down because Otacon is *terrified* of him, absolutely scared to death.

I'm extremely split between accepting canon and being a firm "Kaz didn't die in Alaska" truther, and then split again on what he would do if he didn't die. I think that canon!kaz, if he were spared, would probably fuck off and never be seen again, least of all by Snake. But I think it's more fun if he realizes he holds a guilty conscience for using Snake to kill his ex, and ends up helping with Philanthropy, doing the cooking and bookkeeping for the three of them while Otacon hacks shit and Snake is the boots on the ground.

I think that if he's even capable of feeling guilty, he does at first, inserting himself into whatever they have going on. He's a grouchy old guy and it was already pretty shady to hook up with Snake while he was mentoring him, but now it's a whole different ball game. He knows on a basic human decency level that he should let them be young and together, but decency has never stopped him from doing anything before, so why should it now?

At first, it's just a continuation of his old thing with Snake, and Otacon avoids them both HARD. They hadn't talked about exclusivity (why bother when you're way out in the backcountry? and then always on the run?) so he doesn't figure he has the right to feel hurt.

Kaz definitely is a little smug, but less at Otacon's expense and more in a "still got it" kind of way, and that adds insult to injury. Otacon and Snake have a fight at some point while Kaz is out on a run or a grocery trip, both are kind of assholes, both are kind of right.

It's later while Otacon is tuning up Kaz's prosthetics (it's not like he gets support from the VA when "McDonnel Benedict" Miller is, you know, very much supposed to be dead, so that's Otacon's job now) that they're alone for any substantial length of time. Otacon is, understandably, kind of pissed with him, but never going to say that unprompted, but there's a tension you could cut with a knife. He does intentionally fuck up sensation calibration just once, and it hurts Kaz just a little. Makes him feel just a little better about the whole situation.

Kaz is the first one to speak up and apologizes (poorly, because my man is nothing if not kind of awful at considering other people over his own hedonism) for getting between snake and otacon. He probably also mentions how much Otacon reminds him of Strangelove, in hopes of smoothing things over somewhat. There's probably a weepy conversation about her.

Because the process requires quite a bit of contact (some may say manhandling) Otacon definitely starts to get what Snake sees in Kaz. A touch lingers a little too long while he's re-fitting his arm, or he leaves a hand too long on Kaz's thigh, or he just plain doesn't realize how close his face has gotten to Kaz's, and the next thing he knows he's kissing that old man.

It's pretty chaste between them at that moment but definitely within the next few days they're all three sharing the same bed.

NOBODY has talked with Snake about any of this, and while there's some nagging thought in the back of his mind that it's funny how fast Otacon's opinions of Kaz have flipped, he's mostly just glad they're getting along. Though he IS a bit miffed when he doesn't get to be the middle, I feel.

Weird side note I feel like Otacon deserves Kaz to be a soft dom with a lot of praise. Not sure how in-character I could make that though.

I kind of wonder how much he would be into Hal as his own person as opposed to a way to get back at huey, much like how I think a lot about how much he likes snake as snake vs as BB's son. Or alternately as BB/Ocelot's weird memetic-brother, bc we know he knows about that.

So yeah that's me rambling headcanons about otakaz/otasoilimiller for probably way too long lmaoooo

#otacon #kaz #otakaz #??? #also otasolimiller #mgs #headcanons #technically solimiller but mostly background #the thing to know about me is that i ship every mgs character with every other mgs character #they all fuck and they're all toxic

[tehaxo]

Heyoo! Hope you're having a good morning/night, I thought I'd stop by and send in an ask.

I'm not sure whether this is considered HCs or not, but who do you think out-of-the-current U.A. staff would randomly take a week break.....Only to spend it by staying up all night?

Like, they wanted to have a ✨️restful✨️ break but ended up just making their schedules even worse 💀💀😭

Thank you!

!If this ask is not of your liking, feel free to ignore it!

OH MY GOD LOL ITS OBVIOUSLY AIZAWA FOR SURE! also i hope you dont mind, i made reader be with aizawa <3 i apologize if it’s not what you wanted.

pairing: aizawa x gn!reader

warnings: none

a/n: i hope you enjoy it! i had so much fun writing these.

People would be super concerned when he would randomly take the week off and try to contact him, only to be angrily told off and hung up on.

He’d be happy that he got the week off but now that he has it, he’s confused. He couldn’t sleep whatsoever, what was wrong? He was able to sleep everywhere else completely fine.

You were also part of the crowd who was concerned but all your questions were answered once you found him tucked in bed. You guys had a shared bed and his low huffs didn’t go unnoticed and it annoyed you a bit, to be honest.

“Stop tossing and turning, You’re taking all of the blanket! And quit it with your sighing, it’s so loud I can’t sleep!” “I’m trying to sleep, stop yelling.”

The nerve he had, YOU were trying to sleep too! But he ignored your complaints and tried to get himself to sleep.

He was quite jealous of you in the morning, he wished he was in your place- Sleeping and resting. Once you were awake, you saw him staring down at you and you nearly got a heart attack. “Holy crap, You look like shit! Did you even sleep?”

A day would pass, and his efforts still went to waste. He’d go to your guys’ living room and come up with a solution, to watch until he got tired. He put on a random show and waited till he felt sleepy, except he ended up getting engrossed in the show. Episode after episode there was another cliffhanger that pissed him off. He refused to do anything else until he finished it.

He ended up regretting staying up watching the show because the ending was shit. Well, what was he expecting? He already knew the show was bad enough at the beginning but still chose to watch it. “Hey, you didn’t come to bed last night. Are you o- Huh? Were you watching my show?”

After getting situated in the morning and dropping you off at work, he was relieved. He immediately hopped into bed and closed his eyes. Finally, he was falling asleep. He was in the most comfortable position ever, seconds from passing out. “Hey, don’t forget to clean the cat’s litter! And put food in his bowl,” were the words before you hopped out of the car and rushed off.

He cursed at himself, he couldn’t get one moment of peace. He’d angrily get out of bed and then do the chores you asked him to. But as he was about to return to the room, he noticed that the house was super messy. He tried to ignore it but the thought of you coming back to a messy house after work upset him so he’d get out of bed once again and clean the whole house. All the sleepiness he had before was gone and he could no longer fall asleep.

He was doing everything but sleeping, he was doing it to himself at this point. He’d sip on coffee for a whole day and then wonder why his eyes won’t stay shut when he tries to sleep. On other days, you’d guys go out and spend time together. So he gave up on the last days of the week and accepted that he wouldn’t be able to sleep.

During that week, goals were not accomplished. He did not get one day of proper rest. When it was time to return to U.A, he looked like he had his soul stolen out of him. Many of the students and staff would ask how his break was then he’d respond with a scowl.

“I’ll have you know, I slept a lot. All I did was rest and nothing else.” “Oh… Uhm, okay then.” He would lie in a furious tone, it was obvious he did quite the opposite to everyone. So they would try not to get on his nerves too much for a few days.

So there, his whole week of struggling to sleep. Perhaps he’ll be able to sleep today peacefully.

#tehaxo requests #tehaxo fics #fan fiction #bnha aizawa #bnha fanfiction #bnha x reader #bnha fic #aizawa x y/n #aizawa x gender neutral reader #aizawa x you #aizawa fluff #aizawa shota x reader #shoto aizawa #aizawa x reader #aizawa sensei #aizawa shouta #mha aizawa #aizawa headcanons #my hero academia aizawa #x reader #gender neutral reader

[starstrvckfool]

We haven't gotten any updates on Qiang and company's journey recently :0 , What's going on with you all!

Ok so it has been a while since I've updated you guys (reason being the DM and players have been very busy with personal activities for school and stuff)

BUT I will update you on what happened last few sessions :3

Part 1

So qiang ended up going to the apeling village and founded out that it was refurbished and turned into a full blown KINGDOM of course we look around and the ground finds out there's a fruit festival going back on

Time skip a bit later where important stuff happens, qiang confronts the imposter and finds its actually LiuYin! (Liuyin is a mimick half apeling! 🫶) Who you guessed it is the macaque of the group, LiuYin explains that after a big fire they didn't know what to do because the kingdom was really panicked so they took qiangs place expecting to only do it for a couple of days and then go back to normal life, but those days ended up turning to year's.

Qiang is understanding towards this answer, we get introduced to a new character called MeiGuei (I think that's how her name is spelled I forgor) who looks rather not like a monkey, or she does but she just doesn't fit in with the rest. But qiang doesn't think anything of it because his romantic partner liuyin is quite literally a half and half of two species anyways so she isn't judgey.

Liuyin has qiang promise not to tell his friends that they were the imposter this whole time, qiang doesn't break this promise and agrees

Liuyin puts on a disguise and Upon them getting introduced to qiangs friends they're rather friendly except jinli, he's kinda thinking everything is really sketchy.

Fast forward to more important plot points, qiang doesn't know how to properly give a speech as king (he hasn't been at the kingdom in 20 year's since he was a prince so he didn't exactly learn alot about being a proper king) so liuyin ends up doing it but UH OH the group spots the imposter and guess what they didn't know it was liuyin So jinli and shichen go to investigate when they go to the festival banquet.

They both leave qiang and go to investigate and end up confronting the imposter, jinli attacks and when qiang catches up he sees the whole thing and tried to break the two apart, this goes sorta fine until qiangs parents come up, liuyin not wanting to get caught being an imposter apologises to qiang in monkey chatter before running off. Qiangs parents see the group and ask qiang what happened because they heard a struggle. The group tries to lie but also explain what they heard at the same time and man our roles were SO BAD BUDDY HAHEJF they didn't believe any of us so they told qiang to go leave to take care of the banquet while they dealt with jinli and shichen, qiang can't talk back to his parents because *COUGH* LORE so she has to agree, again apologizing to jinli and shichen before leaving the hall.

At this point jinli and shichen are pissed at qiang, they don't exactly trust her very much anymore and feel hurt.

So the parents put jinli and shichen in jail, and while that happened qiang got to feel guilty about his actions and slow dance with his lover

And then we left off at a cliffhanger.

Ok part 2

Shichen and jinli are not having a good time in jail, jinli is pissed off swearing he's gonna kill qiang when he gets his hands on him while shichen is like, "please don't do that, I'm made just as you are but it's important fornthe journey"

So they end up talking for a bit until shichen as the idea to explain to the guards they're situation in hopes they'll let them go. After some explaining and some pretty good rolls, they're convinced so jinli and shichen end up out of the prison, YIPPE

Back with qiang, he's having a nice time but again is ridden with guilt especially when tang asked where the others are and qiang just says,"oh they're around" and manages to get qiang to believe him because he's a very gullible monk. It gets late and liuyin says they're going to sleep at a different place while qiang can sleep in his room now since he's back.

Qiang goes to his room and finds that some things are different, on the dresser there are letters but he doesn't wanna read them since they could be private, he senses something in the closet and looks in, previously liuyin kept a magical shadow cloak in the closet but it turns out it was gone which she found pretty strange. And lastly the bed, qiang senses a giant illusion spell on it which is really weird, he manages to dispell it and reveals a small hall of stairs that go up yo the roof, upon going up shichen and jinli manages to catch up with qiang.

All of them question alot of things and qiang goes up the stairs and they follow.

They hear two voices, liuyin in his real form and a new voice, she sounds cold and stern somebody the group has seen before (we theorize that it's the lady bone demon 👀) LiuYin is talking to the demon as if they're negotiating something or the demon is the boss of liuYin. They also stole a red magical sash which is an important artifact the group stole from yin and Jin that bailong seems very protective of. When the two leave shichen and jinli immediately want to investigate and stuff but qiang accidentally let's a sentence slips out which gives away liuYins secret

"Personally I don't want you guys tackling my partner to the floor-"

"Your partner?!"

So yeah they very much want an explanation, and shichen tells qiang that if they have to fight liuyin they will and qiang has to be either with them or Against (ouch)

They go to the hotel to explain things to tang and bailong and then go to the library and that's where liuyin is inna disguise, but because they've already seen this disguise jinli attacks. jinli resorts to violence and because liuyin doesn't like randomly getting tackled it ends up scratching jinlis face which does alot of damage (jinli now has a scar) qiang gets between them and asks liuyin to explain the situation because everybody needs answers.

We find out that liuyin is working for the demon we heard (not against their will tho it's for a different reason that I can't remember but it's not a bad reason dw) liuyin does NOT like qiangs friends anymore and constantly throughout the session asks qiang if he's sure he wants to continue on this journey

Part 3

It's now the middle of the night so they have no choice but to rest up, we all roll and it ends up with qiang and shichen have nightmares while jinli slept like a baby. Wonderful!

In the morning theyre all feeling very tense, there's a feeling of distrust anxiety and worry in the group, they know today is the day to leave so because jinli and shichen are still wanted criminals, tang goes up to liuyin (who's back disguised as qiang) and asks for a pardon, meanwhile shichen sees a magical cloak and BUM BUM it's a voidwalker and it's wearing the magical shadow cloak that went missing. Shichen holds the voidwalker up to make sure it doesn't get away and qiang is close enough to see what's happening and then

It goes into the shadows WITH shichen, meaning shichen is now MISSING. Qiang is already stress out as it is so now she's even more stressed, qiang tells jinli so they both along with bailong end up looking for shichen and he ended up in a tree (shichen is very fearful of going up trees and isn't the best at climbing) qiang does a little "dw guys I'll help him down" and climbs up there easily to try and get shichen down, but jinli just gets the BEST IDEA to get them down, the shake the tree.

In the end only qiang got knocked down due to a very high roll by shichen, but by the second time the big blue lion ended up coming down, and bailong caught him so HORRAY!

when they finally get shichen tang id being escorted to the group by liuYin and MeiGuei, which they all realize they can leave and continue their journey.

Qiang is very hesitant to leave but knows she has too, so saying his goodbyes in monkey chatter to liuyin they say one final message for qiang

"don't let the other's get you in trouble"

Qiang just nods and after that they CONTINUE THEY'RE JOURNEY WESTWARDS ‼️‼️

and that concludes the apeling kingdom, I was meant to make many drawings based off it but i got sidetracked with school and OC work aswell as me being hyperfixated on LMK but ya that's what happened

#ask j&d #journeys and dragons #dnd campaign #dnd session #send asks #anon ask #anonymous #ask

[tanushakyrano]

febuwhump day 23: 'you'll have to go through me.'

this leads directly on from yesterday's prompt! sorry about the cliffhanger lmao

characters: Virgil, Alan

additional warnings: violence, blood, injury, guns + knives

___________

There's a moment when Virgil thinks this is it.

There is a man, and he has a gun pointed at his little brother's head. Virgil doesn't know who he is, why he set the trap for them, what his motives are beyond putting both of them in the ground. He doesn't know the name of the man who shot him in the shoulder not thirty seconds ago, and it really pisses him off.

Of course, the depth of that anger is nothing compared to the bottomless chasm of fear and panic and terror he feels as the man casually moves his finger onto the trigger.

Virgil is too far away. Even if he started running that instant - even if he'd started running as soon as the guy had pointed that stupid gun at Alan - he'd never make it in time. It's a matter of relative distances, the length of corridor between Virgil and the man and the distance between his finger and the trigger, and there are additional factors such as the bullet that's nestled itself against his collarbone and the despicable laziness of this assassin that means he's taking an age to actually put his finger on the trigger, but ultimately it boils down to this: Virgil cannot save him. He cannot save his brother from this. There is nothing he can do except watch in abject horror as-

He fires.

Alan jerks back violently, and Virgil's mind is so tangled in a thousand different emotions that for a second he doesn't register that there is no gunshot and no blood and the movement is a flinch rather than the recoil from the impact of a bullet. Virgil sags in relief.

Their adversary, however, simply looks mildly disappointed. He gives the gun a once-over, clucking his tongue as the chamber turns out to be empty. "Shame," he murmurs. "I'd hoped to get this over with quickly." He doesn't seem to care that Virgil and Alan can both hear him. "No matter."

His hand twitches towards a knife in a scabbard that had previously gone unnoticed, and that's when Virgil sees red.

"Don't you dare."

"I'm sorry?"

"You're not laying a hand on my brother." Pain lends an additional edge to Virgil's words, each syllable biting like steel. His feet drag slightly along the floor as he steps forward. "I swear to you, I will die before I let you touch him."

"Big threats for a boy who's bleeding out."

Virgil laughs. He actually laughs. "This? This is nothing. I've survived much, much worse."

For a split second, the man almost seems to lose his composure. A twitch of a facial muscle, nothing more, but it's there. It gives Virgil a little hope that maybe both he and Alan can make it out of this one alive.

"I'm going to gut your brother like a fish, Tracy."

Virgil breaks into a run and closes the distance between them in moments, launching himself at the man and tackling him into the ground.

They hit the floor hard. Virgil's stayed on top, though, and the man takes the full force of the impact. The knife is in the assassin's hand, but Virgil grabs the hilt and now he's embroiled in the most dangerous tug of war of his life. Spittle sprays across his face. There's yelling. It sounds an awful lot like his own voice. The man's trying to push the blade at him, trying to cut through his flesh. Virgil pushes back. He isn't in the mood to suffer a second penetrating wound today.

Virgil can't quite think straight. It's the adrenaline, or the beginnings of the effects of blood loss - likely a worrying combination of both. He's so focused on keeping the blade away from him that when there's a choking gasp and a sudden lack of resistance from the man he's grappling with, it takes a second for the information to reach his brain.

He scrambles clumsily away, out of the tangle of limbs on the floor of an abandoned building in the middle of Nothingsville, Neverwhere. There's blood on the lino. 

Some of it's his.

Some of it's not.

Alan's eyes are wide as he inches out of his hiding spot. He moves, crouched, to Virgil's side, not taking his eyes off the man on the ground as he lies there, unmoving.

"Virgil…"

"I didn't mean to."

The words tumble from his mouth. It sort of hits him all at once that there's a knife sticking out of the guy's stomach and Virgil put it there. 

The worst part is that he knows - without a doubt that - he'd do it all again to save Alan.

#thunderbirds are go #cora writes #alan tracy #virgil tracy #whump #febuwhump23 #tw injury #tw blood #tw violence #tw guns #tw knives

[is-there-a-rt-sequel-yet]

I know you’ve already said what you wanted to see in a sequel, but what would you NOT alike to see in one? Like something you’d want sega to avoid if that makes sense

first and foremost, another cliffhanger ,,,,,, my heart would not be able to take it. waiting 10+ years for a sequel that DOES NOT END in raphael reuniting with his father or defeating the real napoleon WILL piss me off

as for gameplay, the sequel at this point could be for the switch/the handheld after the switch... which means there's a chance that gyro rhythm games might not actually be too bad since it's been 10 years and video games have developed tremendously over the years (the 3d models better improve too I want to see phantom r NOT all grainy as shit) but anyway maybe I wont mind gyro actually now that I'm typing this out,,,

on a more serious note, idk if anyone has said it before, but gaston being a stereotypical Chinese man that knows kung fu hired to hit phantom r (and the entire enter the waiter music track for that matter) has always rubbed me the wrong way and I hope they don't do any more stereotypical racial depictions in the future

other than that i dont really know what else to expect since I quite liked most of rhythm thief as a whole. but I do hope that they properly promote and advertise rhythm thief so it does sell and make enough copies so that it doesn't cost a fortune to obtain a physical years after release like emperor's treasure

also side note (and a lighter note), apparently among jp rhythm thief fans, many don't like marie's VA bc shes not a professional voice actress (shes an actress and model) so some say to keep the voice cast the same but change marie's if there's a sequel lol

#ask #anon #mod || niko

[tcookies777]

I’m glad to see that you aren’t letting those trolls/haters affect you too much. Has this experience change the way you see the kakasaku fandom or how you feel about the ship? How is it different from sasusaku fandom?

There’s a preview out for Sasuke retsuden episode that you can look at but it’s horrible. The ugly art style you are talking is the one we are getting. Moreover the script writer is the one that hates sakura so he’s gonna add stupid lines that make sakura looks bad again. It’s hopeless already for me so I’m gonna pretend like there’s no anime adaption.

It doesn't affect me as much as it would've had I been a younger, newer writer. But with 10 years under my belt, I'm sad to say I've experienced worse and seen other fanfic writers go through worse as well. I will say though that everyone has their limits, and when a writer gets constant hate and harassment over something they're providing for FREE, they will eventually quit altogether.

Sending hate to a fanfic writer because they're going on break and/or because they didn't write a full sex scene in the 1st of the 4 acts of the story serves to accomplish nothing but motivate the writer to abandon the fic for good.

Want a sex scene? Don't nag the writer for it because all the constant nagging turns us off from wanting to write it anymore. Want the writer to return to the fic sooner? Don't bitch at the writer for taking a break because it makes them want to NEVER return to the fic at all.

And then you get no sex scene as well as a huge cliffhanger forever.

Which is possibly what the haters want?? Otherwise, why would anyone think that bitching at the writer will magically make the writer want to submit to such demands at their own expense? It is so illogical and stupidly counterproductive.

Thus, many fanfics are abandoned and even deleted.

And honestly if it does reach that point, I will abandon and delete TAOL if I have to. I've been forced to do it before, and not just for my sanity but also for my safety. I've since come to understand my boundaries and enforce them when needed.

However, I don't like judging a whole group just because of the behavior of the few, so I don't think it'd be fair of me to look at the KakaSaku fandom or ship in a different light. Besides, every single corner of every single fandom always has some toxic people; that's unavoidable.

In comparison to my experience with writing for the SasuSaku fandom though, my SasuSaku readers are more chill for me if I have to be completely honest. I never had any rude comments when I was working on my SasuSaku fics or got harassed for going on break. All my SasuSaku readers have always been kind and supportive. Not once did I ever get a reader complaining that they have so many questions about the plot's mystery - and there is SO much mystery in When the Flowers Cry than in TAOL. When the Flowers Cry is so much more fun to write because readers just post their theories instead of demanding me to hurry and give them the answers to the plot or hurry up and write sex already.

And whenever I go on break for TAOL, there's always a handful of readers who get pissed at me regardless if my absence is due to surgery or a medical emergency - they get pissed at me no matter what. Meanwhile, I have been on break from both When the Flowers Cry and Cut Me Down but I'll Still Rise for ~2 years now and not one SasuSaku reader has sent hate my way. Not a single one.

So even though I don't look at either fandom groups in a different light, I will say my experience in writing SasuSaku fics and writing KakaSaku fics are so startlingly different from each other that you can probably guess which of the 2 audiences I enjoy writing for more.

As for that damn script writer for the Retsuden anime... I guess that was inevitable too. Still, it maddens me to hear that news. I did watch clips of the anime but it just does not do the novel justice. Years of waiting for the anime to treat Sakura right and I just keep waiting like a fool.

I'll just follow your example and pretend the anime doesn't exist either lol.

I am enjoying the manga but I do feel like the rubble scene with Sakura could have been executed better. I would've liked an extra panel or two depicting Sasuke desperately lifting the rocks to get to Sakura and his hand worn out from digging but maybe I'm just being picky!

P.S. - I'm so sorry for the late reply! I thought I'd posted this but just found out it'd been sitting in my drafts the whole time - so sorry!

#cookie answers #taol #the anatomy of love

[quirofiliac]

@epitaffia ／ 💥

It starts with a chase-- all good movies do. That's how they grab a viewer's attention in an instant (a snap of the fingers, something kira's finding himself having to do more often nowadays.) with minimal effort. A chase scene was about the same as a generic cliffhanger; it certainly got the job done in all the right ways.

A door's been slammed shut behind him, kicked back into place and very nearly off its hinges. His steps are careful, slow, yet almost... cordial. One foot goes in front of the other, and then another slides behind it. Single tracking within his steps, Kira's upright in posture with both arms at his sides. A lamp swings overhead, swaying like a pendulum and casting minimal light at varying intervals.

He's silent, too. That's something he's learned to be (to do-- to become this "thing" that no one dares think about.) from years upon years of observation that gradually led into improvisation. To survive, he's adjusted accordingly. It was an awful experience every time. Common sense dictated that it was the natural order.

He knows what house they're in (it belongs to a woman named... ah, what was her name again? not like it matters. it's not hers anymore but--) and has its layout memorized. One moment he's strolling out from the bedroom and then the next he's already proceeding down a hallway (--it's going to bother him. he's usually a little better with names...) leading into the bathroom. Why was it always the bathroom, anyway?

It seemed to be everyone's favorite place to hide. Each time, too, it never seemed to work.

Quite an expected and lackluster oversight in Kira's opinion.

Running from one place to the other, too, was another common sight in movies. A "protagonist" -- in quotes because, honestly, they're going to die in another minute anyway... -- always picked the one place where it led nowhere. There was no exit. There wasn't anywhere to hide. All that was left was them, huddled inside the bathtub with streaky mascara running down their cheeks, and the leaky sink a few paces off to the left.

Coming to a stop before the door (of course it's shut. little bitch can't face the music with dignity. most of the time, none of them can.) and enclosing his hand around the knob, Kira rests his forehead gently against cedar. Gaze drifts, at first staring straight ahead before dropping down towards his grip. All of his knuckles pressed up against skin, fading it into a stark white in a matter of seconds.

Kira shuts his eyes, cants his head slightly to the right and inhales.

"Can you let me in?" he asks in a voice that teeters on sweet (it's like dealing with a child. how fucking annoying.) with some artificial sugar tossed in last second. He's made to wait. Eyebrows furrow shortly after. "... I think you should let me in."

He jiggled the knob and it's only a little. Another attempt's tried and, still, there's no give.

A sigh's curtailed, promptly swallowed.

"You're... ah, really pissing me off, actually," comes from behind the door, words clearly vocalizing the sneer taking shape on his face. "You're not trying to do that, are you? I just want to talk."

(i'm only going to bash your fucking face in.)

"I'm going to step away from the door-- and then you're going to open it. I am asking you to open the door."

(jesus christ, why do you have to be so difficult?)

Stepping away from the door as if on cue, all's silent save for the footsteps that grow farther and farther away. It's all done in another walk, because that's more than enough. Time wasn't exactly a commodity in this sort of situation but Kira's willing to accommodate. People accommodate for their neighbors-- all the time, actually! That was normal.

With his back still turned, Kira allows for all the tension within his body to expel itself all at once. Shoulders fall in a sudden drop in tune with his head coming up in a slow rise. Eyes peer up at the ceiling, and the lamp continues to swing. He swore he could almost... hear ticking somewhere off in the distance. It doesn't matter. Best not to dwell on it.

One glance's spared down to his watch (it's six o'clock, on the dot. he's late.) but it's fleeting. A single blink takes him away, replaced by him turning on his heel and facing the "horizon" instead. Peering straight at the door, he began pacing towards the door in smooth, even strides only to gradually pick up in speed. Increasing his speed into a jog before breaking into a sprint, Kira swiveled his body to make direct impact between shoulder and door--

"... Are you... um, alright?"

--they're outside now. Always has been.

It's about four o'clock, give or take a few minutes. Kira's been standing idle with arms slack at his sides. A look of mild concern (painted on, unsure if any of this was actually his business though knowing full well it wasn't his problem.) gradually worked itself over his visage, eyebrows slightly knitted inwards as half of a step's taken back.

Crunch of grass beneath his heel was sharp, and it's enough cause for him to tense (what the hell was this guy's problem? were they just letting anyone prowl the streets now?) on the spot. Fingers flinch, flexing briefly before he's tucking both hands away into his pockets.

Throat's cleared, and Kira nudges his head (asking, but politely, "what the fuck is wrong with you?") in their direction shortly after.

"Are you... perhaps... looking for somebody?"

#＊ 💥 持味：in character. #＊ 💥 𝐯.one，今：another one bites the dust！！ #* smiles at u with Knowing in my eyes * #hiiii leaf <3 thank u sm for liking for a starter!! :D #thought to start this up with a bit of a...... mindfuck while both of us are In Knowing. #also you don't have to match length!! i went... crazy with the preamble. as i tend to do. < / 3

[existentialflirt]

Finished s2 of Good Omens and I am UNWELL. Because I need to yell about it, I'm very sorry. It is going under a cut if anyone who is following me hasn't finished and is allergic to spoilers. Idek. Idek. I have been a wreak. I woke up early and binged the last two and uggggh the end. Fuck. Right. Under the cut we go.

So....so uh, where to start that won't get me angry again? To say that I have ISSUES with the ending is an understatement because look fucking look, this is not about the ship. I mean it is but it isn't, it's about the fact that it does not make sense for Aziraphale. Is does not and I'm going to unpack that in a second but first i want to talk about the canonization of an apparent rare pair (I don't know. I don't tend to lurk in single fandom spaces much and I'm pretty new to Good Omens, but Mo has been and he mentioned the fandom quite fancied Beelzebub and Gabriel as an item so fine). I do not understand it as an arc if it wasn't supposed to twig something in our angel's pretty little head like oh hey, this seems familiar. I understand it's a way to free up the head angel position in heaven and that's all well and good but the writing is usually so much tighter than that so I call it sloppy. AND I DO GET THAT THIS ISN'T THE END BUT SEASON 3 IS A LONG WAY OFF AND WHO KNOWS WITH THIS STRIKE AND THE STUDIOS BEING MONSTERS LIKE FUCK. FUCK. FUCK. I mean yes Neil has promised if he cannot get it renewed as a series, he will get it done another way and I trust him. gdi, i trust him because that ending destroyed me.

Right so, I'm getting incoherent, sorry.

Now, if we want to talk rationally, it does make sense for Aziraphale to get sweet talked by Metatron (and presumably God, by that measure). I do. He gave him coffee and talked like a dear old man, really playing up the freedom he'd have to continue to associate with Crowley. Combined with that, Aziraphale having a lot of doubts about what's going on in heaven, since oh you know, the whole Job incident (loved that whole story, my god, the end murdered me and set me down in a shallow grave. In a good way), and that's partially from Crowley's influence. But why in heaven would he think that offering Crowley to be reinstated as an angel would please him at all?????

Crowley has made it extremely clear since he fell that he doesn't give two shits about any side but his (which in time extended to theirs, Aziraphale and him against the world. At one point almost literally). So why??? Why would he think it's something he'd want, even with a nice coat of paint? I mean, maybe it could be said that he was blinded by Crowley's acts of kindness and mercy and thought that maybe if he spun it as they can go up there and change things, that Crowley's distaste toward heaven has to do with the fact that he could run it together. It wasn't. He was mad about unanswered questions and the prospect of the universe, which he played a part in creating, being destroyed. (I have a lengthier head canon about that, tbh, which is will pen in time). It just doesn't serve any narrative for the characters aside from we're setting up for the third season on a cliffhanger (and yes, yes, Neil couldn't have predicted the WGA/SAG-AFRA strike. He says he had been working on it but stopped for the strike, which good on him. We stan, but also god what piss poor timing to destroy the fans with this angst)

Now look, the performances are gorgeous. Always perfect. David and Micheal are incredible together and I would have been FINE been FINE with that argument in the store, Crowley practically begging Aziraphale to run away together and that desperate fucking kiss, but I don't understand Azirapale remaining resolute. I don't. I really don't. He should have done....well, so many things instead that would have been a better close to this particularly romantic arc.

Argh. Anyway Mo and I will be mostly sticking with season 1/Book canon and cherry picking from season 2 because we are coping or diverting that ending so they can have their US TIME god fucking dammit.

As a side note: I did not appreciate Maggie and Nina lecturing Crowley about him needing to be more emotionally cognizant about his feelings toward Aziraphale. Like, I'm sorry. I'm not trying to be obnoxious here, but Crowley is as clearly in love with Aziraphale as anyone can be. He makes time for him, indulges the angel, and is very protective. In season one he also begged Aziraphale to run away with him. He literally wants nothing but his car and to be with Aziraphale and he rarely appeared too conflicted about it. Yes, he has demurred about them being together but that has nothing to do with his feelings and everything to do with the fact that Aziraphale is rather oblivious when it comes to his own emotions. Crowley is the one that has emotional intelligence. Aziraphale needs to be walloped over the head about it. Hell, I would have preferred Maggie and Nina talk to Aziraphale and Metatron talk to Crowley as a bit of an inversion. Could you imagine, God knowing how Crowley is really not great with this whole being evil thing deep down and maybe even feeling a bit bad about casting him out, so sends Metatron to offer him a job (that would have been fitting of his former rank, to boot). Crowley tells him to eat shit, he and Aziraphale have a moment in the bookstore, Crowley ranting and raving about the offer and they should maybe fuck off for awhile and Aziraphale finally opening up that big box of feelings and realizing what Crowley has given up for him, risked for him, and oh my god, I should save this for a thread idea.

Anyway, whew sorry for this. I just needed to get it out in words.

#*sighs* this is no shade toward Neil #honestly #I've skimmed a few articles and seen some tweets where he definitely does not mean to leave at this #so I'm fine #I really am #I'm not #but I still think it's sloppy and more serves THE SERIES as a piece of media than the characters or narrative #and I can't stress enough how tight the writing has been in this series so maybe that may play a part in my annoyance #it was a fine ending for anything of similar ilk but not Good Omens #for this series it was sloppy #if you need me I'll be trying to dig out of a fresh grave and gaslighting myself into a happy ending #Good Omens Spoilers tw #Good Omens Spoilers cw #spoilers tw #spoilers cw

[thegeminisage]

okay, there is no way i EVER would have figured out that droplet thing on my own. unreal lol

omg yona and sidon are chatting..............this oughta be good

he calls her lady yona and she calls him sidon and darling. he's such a stiff lol

WHY IS HE HOLDING BACK.......

cliffhanger!! a sludgy like-like. this literally is just mario sunshine

"i must ask you to fight at my side once more" SAY NO MORE BESTIE.............

MOTHERFUCKER ATE MY BOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! >:( >:( >:( oh im PISSED

TWICE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

well. it killed me. rip

GOT HIM. jesus fucking christ

awww sidon's relief that she's okay. bud.

oh 🥺 he's afraid to leave his post because he doesn't want anyone else to die like mipha.................wtf even 100+ years later that's still haunting him :( buddy :(((

wait i wasnt sure about her at first but i'm coming around i think. she's giving him shit for getting so caught up in his fear that he wont go help link solve crimes lol

and NOW he calls her yona

HIS GLEAMING SMILE <3

SIDON MAKING THE WHIRLPOOL oh man that's so cool

smh this game was only ever missing underwater exploration............maybe next time...................................

oh? water levels? im twirling my hair rn

idk why im so excited. this is the exact shit that makes oot's water temple one of the hardest dungeons of all time

man this place is cool as hell. wtf

wait a second.

the ancestors, those sages...are they voiced by the same people who voiced the original champions?? revali for the rito sage, mipha for the zora sage, and so on. i normally have a good ear for voices but the ones in breath of the wild / tears of the kingdom are harder to me for some reason lol

WHOAAAA GRAVITY IS FUCKED UP UP HERE..........

sidon just got back into teamwork w link and now he wants to split up PFFFFFFT

oh i LOVE riding these water things. very fucking cool. doesnt beat bouncing on the boats amidst a tempest, but still

AH the jumpy place from the trailer...

holy fuck when i jumped while climbing a wall i went 600000 feet. this rules

omg a zonai fire hydrant. LITERALLY mario sunshine

oh i don't think i take fall damage up here!! neat

i see a roblox guy i could fight, or do a shrine, or kep going with these birds...i am too sleepy for all 3 choices, sadly. i have work in the morning so i have to quit >:(

#personal #loz blogging #totk lb #totk spoilers #after i finish this zora stuff im gonna go back and do some dicking around. i dont wanna dot he story too quickly

[tssidesfics]

Ugh

Every Microsoft Office can kindly burn to the ground with Bill Gates trapped inside and no other employees present. I have to get a new computer; the one I have right now is quite literally falling apart. No one on the fucking planet has the money to pay the damn subscription when well over half the programs for it are useless. I need Microsoft to be able to write, but it's looking like Microsoft has buried every sale it has so far down the internet it would take years to find it, by which point I might as well just save up.

Which means I will likely not have any of the software I use to write available to me after I buy this new laptop. I'm going to try my best to work with Google Docs but I loathe Google Docs and it is an absolutely horrid platform to write on. It's ugly, it's not stimulating enough, and it is so goddamn slow and laggy. I already made peace with the fact I probably wouldn't have Scrivener for a while but if I don't even have Microsoft Word I don't know that I'll be able to write anything. It's going to drive me absolutely batshit insane but unless you're all willing to "buy me a coffee" enough to help me buy this stupid fucking capitalist hell program, that's the reality I'm left with.

And if I can't work on Logan's part, then I'm going to stop uploading Roman's until I can start working on it again. It would just be weird to upload it too far after Roman's, and honestly you prefer that I wait because the sequel to Roman's part isn't finished yet and if I can't write, then you do not want to wait on that cliffhanger until I am able to finish it. Better that I leave you semi-resolved and you just...wait.

I am so fucking pissed off and annoyed. Everything is the fucking subscription. I don't want a fucking subscription. I want to own my shit. Capitalism can burn to the fucking ground, I have a right to own my fucking life. Microsoft is easily the worst fucking offender for this. There is absolutely no reason why it should not be a one-time purchase. There is absolutely no reason why One-Drive should hold my shit captive every time I X out of a document. There is absolutely not a single goddamn reason in the world I should have to pay you ten dollars a fucking month or well over a hundred dollars as a one-time purchase for three fucking programs. This is just greed. This is blatant, shameless greed, and it is extremely damaging as a creative.

If you guys know of any LIFELONG sales on Microsoft Word (I don't need anything else, just Microsoft Word), please please please please please please PLEASE let me know. This is absolutely unreasonable. I want to work on my damn writing but my computer is dying and the lifelong subscription I have on it of course doesn't carry over because Microsoft is senselessly, cartoonishly evil and greedy.

Can we please declare open season on billionaires? Or at least put their credit card information on every billboard across the globe.

[just-another-blog-of-fluff]

An Ungrateful Asgardian

Word count: 4050

Posting a few hours early as part of my deal with @writingfics-passingtime, so you all can thank JJ 😉

This is part three of what's become a mini-series at this point by request!

Just a forewarning... some may consider the end to be a sort of cliffhanger... I'm happy to write a part 4 if there is interest though 😉

Read first: Part 1 Not so Tough After All, Part 2 Mr. Know-it-all

Hostage situations were far from uncommon in your line of work. Villains often used them as leverage, demanding the Avengers give some valuable or magical item in return for the safe release of the person in question. In other instances, they simply requested the band of heroes stay out of their way while they continued on with their evil plan unhindered, promising the life of said hostage would be spared. Occasionally, it was a diversion tactic to draw the team away from the real site of action to try to save the innocent bystander. In all cases, at least the ones you’d been involved with, the Avengers had succeeded with thwarting the evil plans while still saving the hostage.

Then again, this was the first time it was one of your own they had taken as a hostage.

“Y/N.” You glanced up from your book as Thor entered the room, the urgency in his voice quickly telling you he wasn’t here for idle chit-chat. “Loki’s been captured.”

“What?”

All the moisture was sucked out of your mouth at once, a jolt of panic shooting through your chest. Loki may have often pissed you off during your missions together, but after all this time, you truly did value the partnership you had. You may even go as far as to say you were friends. Now, with a possibility that he could be harmed, or worse…

“We were able to pinpoint the location he’s being held captive,” Thor continued. “It’s an old warehouse; a location where HYDRA stored much of their nuclear weaponry. If we take the quinjet, we can be there in thirty minutes.”

Without a second thought, you tossed your book aside and jumped to your feet, grabbing your sweatshirt off the arm of the couch, and not even bothering to put it on as you followed Thor to the quinjet.

“Why would they take Loki?” you asked, trying to control the tremor in your voice.

“Our best guess is that they were angry that the pair of you broke into their research facility and confiscated the scepter they’d left behind. It’s possible they were after you as well but happened to come across Loki first on another mission.” Thor motioned for you to enter the quinjet ahead of him, and you hurried up the ramp with him following close behind.

“Well, that was a dumb mistake on their part – Loki is a much more irritating hostage than I’d ever be,” you jested with a hollow laugh, trying unsuccessfully to lighten the mood and suppress your own worry. “Will anyone else be joining us?”

“The others will be available as backup should any issues arise. Their hope is that we can slip past their defenses and take them down from the inside, using your stealth and my strength.”

“Oh, don’t worry. They’ll regret having messed with my partner,” you muttered under your breath, grazing your fingertips along the hilt of your dagger sheathed on your waist. Thor nodded and smiled, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes.

“Yes, we shall not fail. I’m certain of it.”

You dropped down into the copilot seat, allowing Thor to take the controls and begin your ascent. Neither of you said much during the flight, minds otherwise occupied, tormenting yourselves by playing out worst-case scenarios. Loki was strong and fierce, and his sharp wit and silver tongue could almost always get him out of any situation. Still, you couldn’t ignore the worry gnawing at your insides that something may have happened to him.

The hum of the engine grew louder, reverberating off the ground as you touched down before fading to silence. Your eyes met Thor’s for a brief moment, wordlessly exchanging a sense of determination before deboarding the quinjet. Hand resting on the hilt of your dagger, you took in the sight of the old warehouse in front of you.

It seemed to be about two stories high, built with crumbling red brick broken up only by a few half-sized windows scattered across the face of the building. Some of the windows housed shattered panes of glass, while those that were still intact had been aged and frosted by years of industrial byproducts in the air. You both approached the large, wooden double doors, nodding at one another before guardedly making your way inside.

The interior wasn’t much more vibrant than the outside. With walls made of the same decaying brick and floors built with battered hardwood, it was clear that no one had been keeping up the place. The room you’d stepped into was large, with ceilings two stories above your heads lined with exposed metal rafters. Large oakwood crates were stacked in rows throughout the room, labeled in a language you couldn’t understand.

“I don’t see any signs of Loki in here… or anyone for that matter,” you whispered. Thor nodded, his brow furrowed in confusion.

“Yes, I agree young agent. Still, you should stay close to me. If there are HYDRA soldiers here, they may be looking for you.”

“Comforting.” You cautiously made your way down one of the rows of crates, peering around the edge of the last one to examine what might be lurking on the other side. You pointed out a door in the back corner of the warehouse, suggesting the pair of you go take a look.

With a steady hand, you turned the handle and entered a small room, which appeared to be a broom closet of sorts, except the shelves were completely empty. You slowly stepped inside, flipping on a light switch. For all intents and purposes, it seemed to be a regular, old, empty closet. However, you knew from your training that the most ordinary-appearing things were the least likely to be ordinary.

You made your way to the back wall of the closet, running your hand carefully along the plaster of the wall. Fingers catching on a nearly invisible crack that ran from floor to ceiling, you knew there had to be some sort of door here. Thor watched you in confusion from the doorway as you poked the toe of your boot against the floorboards, trying to identify any irregularities. One particular board was a slightly darker color than the rest, not easily noticeable by the untrained eye. Carefully, you placed your weight against the board, hearing the sudden grinding of plaster as the wall sunk down below the floor to reveal a hidden room. And inside…

“Loki!” you exclaimed, rushing inside without a second thought. He was bound to the wall by sleek silver restraints around his wrists and ankles, his arms pinned uselessly above his head. On closer inspection, the cuffs seemed to emit an unusual glow of light. You suspected the reason he hadn’t just magicked himself out of there had something to do with some unique property in those cuffs. Added to this, a metal muzzle similar to the ones Thor had described from Asgard was preventing him from speaking. However, the most striking aspect of the whole situation, and the one that dropped ice cold fear into your stomach, was the wild and panicked look in his usually cool blue-green eyes.

Thor was right behind you, making quick work of removing the muzzle. The second it had been removed, Loki began to speak.

“Bomb. There’s a bomb. They’ve cleared out of here and left their explosives to detonate along with it. You need to get out of here,” he explained hurriedly. Wide-eyed, you set your jaw and turned to the elder brother.

“Thor – get him out of those cuffs. I’ll find the bomb and try to deactivate it.”

“Be careful, young agent,” he warned, turning his attention to the restraints as you sprinted back into the other room.

If I were a HYDRA agent… where would I hide a bomb…

You paced down the rows of crates, eyes peeled for anything that looked explosive. Unsurprisingly, there was nothing obvious sitting out in the open. It had to be hidden somewhere. But where?

Slowing your breathing, you listened intently for any beeping or clicking, anything that might indicate where the bomb could be held. After a moment, you heard it. The faintest of sounds, like the beep on a watch whose battery was dying, coming from one of the rows of crates. Quickly, you followed your ear to the source of the noise, making as little sound as possible with your boots on the hardwood floors. You had to stop every few moments to find the sound again, unable to hear over the creaking of the aging floorboards as you walked.

Finally, after an agonizing few more minutes, you were able to track the sound to one particular crate. You pressed an ear to the side of the box, listening to see if there was space around the bomb or if it was pressed against the inner walls. Hearing a slight echo, you unsheathed your dagger and buried the blade in the crack holding two of the sides together, twisting the hilt to pop the crate open.

It was relatively small, a red light blinking along with every soft beep. A black box with wires sticking out the back, the front had a small digital screen with numbers on it reading 01:00. As it ticked down, 00:59, 00:58, 00:57, you realized this was clearly seconds and not minutes. Swallowing your fear, you spun the box around and inspected the wires plugged into the back. If you weren’t seconds away from your impending death, you’d have chuckled at how cliché this whole scenario had just become, analyzing the wires to determine which to remove. Luckily, you had some basic knowledge of explosives, and with thirty seconds left you were able to defuse it. You sighed with relief, at last allowing your shaking legs to buckle as you sank to the floor, steadying your breathing.

The wave of fear subsided with every pass of cool air into your lungs. It was after a few moments that you realized Thor and Loki hadn’t caught up to you. Leaping to your feet with a fresh wave of panic, you sprinted back to the secret room where Loki was bound, breathing a sigh of relief when you saw the brothers were still in the same position you’d left them in; Thor grasping and yanking at the cuffs, while Loki glared, unamused, at his older sibling.

“Young agent! Were you able to locate the bomb?” Thor asked, pausing in his attempts to free the dark-haired Asgardian.

“Taken care of. We’re safe,” you assured, conveniently leaving out the part about how you were less than a minute from being blown to bits.

“Excellent!” Thor exclaimed.

“Yes, how very wonderful. Now, could you please get me out of these?” Lok griped. You rolled your eyes, unable to suppress a relieved grin knowing he was unharmed and acting like himself.

“I’m so glad you appreciate our efforts,” you said sarcastically. “Thor, any chance you’ll be able to get your PITA brother out of those restraints?”

“I beg your pardon?” Loki asked, genuine confusion written across his face. You glanced down at him with a sly grin.

“Pain In The Ass. PITA.”

Loki’s glare could have pierced a hole in your head.

“Unfortunately, I’ve had very little success, young one. It seems these cuffs are enhanced with some form of magic that prevents them from being opened with brute force,” Thor lamented.

“So… what now, then?” you asked.

“I suspect Stark has a solution to this, but he isn’t answering my communications,” Thor explained.

“He probably fell asleep at his workbench again…” you muttered. “Well, we’ll just have to go back to the compound and get him.”

“I shall return to the tower. Would you please remain here with my brother to ensure his safety, given he is unable to defend himself?”

“Sure. Just… be quick,” you urged. With a nod, Thor hurried out of the warehouse to the jet, leaving you alone with the irritated Asgardian.

“It took you much longer than I’d anticipated to locate me,” he quipped, “My arms have nearly fallen asleep.”

“Excuse me, you ungrateful jerk-face, need I remind you I just saved your ass?”

“Ooh. That’s a new one. Jerk-face. Now that is a low blow,” he hummed, voice dripping with sarcasm.

“Hey, it’s been a long day. I’m a little off my game, alright?” you sighed, folding your arms. “In any case, we’re stuck here for at least a good hour while we wait for your brother to come back with Tony. You may as well be nice to me.”

“And what a painstakingly long hour it shall be,” he teased. You narrowed your eyes, tongue pressed against the inside of your cheek in annoyance.

As you looked the ungrateful god up and down, a sudden revelation hit you.

He is unable to defend himself.

“Loki… I would consider changing your tone if I were you,” you warned, a smirk tugging at your lips. “You’re in an awfully precarious position right now.”

He chuckled humorlessly. “And why is that, darling?”

“Well…” you began, mimicking his classic stance with your hands clasped behind your back as you began to pace in front of him. “As you’ve likely noticed by now, you are completely immobilized. And, if you recall our last mission together, I’ve recently learned something about you that could make this situation a whole lot worse if you continue to be rude and unappreciative.”

“You wouldn’t.” The confidence in his voice actually surprised you, causing you to pause in your pacing and look at him inquisitively.

“What makes you so sure?”

“Because you and I both know what would happen if you were to unfairly exploit that little piece of information. You know I would come after you.”

You laughed, shaking your head. “I’ve already been victim to your torment twice now. That’s not going to deter me from getting back at you. I think I can handle it.”

“Oh, but you don’t understand.” His eyes flashed as a smirk played at his lips. “Those times were nothing compared to the torture I would inflict upon you if you should try anything. If provoked, I can – and will – be merciless.”

“Please. How bad could it be, honestly?” you asked, although the sinister look in his eyes was admittedly beginning to unnerve you a bit. The curiosity was burning inside you to know just how far you could push his buttons. Not to mention, the only laughter you ever heard out of your partner was almost always sarcastic or dark.

Loki’s smirk only grew wider at your question. “I’m already quite familiar with your weak points by now. I’m certain there are more that I could identify when given the time – likely some you aren’t even aware of yourself. Once I get you pinned down, there would be nothing stopping me from exploiting each and every one.” He chuckled, shaking his head slowly at you. “You haven’t got the nerve.”

Heat crept up from your neck into your cheeks at the threat. You believed every word when he said he would be merciless in his revenge. But was it enough to curb your desire to put the conceited god in his place during what may be the only good opportunity you may have to do so?

You stepped closer, standing so your face was only a few inches from his. You’d learned a thing or two from the God of Mischief about how to properly threaten someone. This seemed like the perfect opportunity to put those newfound skills to good use.

“I think I’ll take my chances.” You placed your hands threateningly on his sides, eyes trained on his face to seek a reaction. His smirk faltered for only a moment, collecting himself when he realized you weren’t tickling him just yet.

“Fine. But don’t expect my dear brother to protect you when I’m freed from these cursed things. He’s been known to enjoy tormenting his friends as well, once he finds out about their… sensitivity.”

“Oh? Speaking from experience?” You slowly slid your hands up along his sides, unblinking as you monitored his expression for any signs of worry or panic.

“Looking for my weak spot, are you?” he asked, ignoring your question. “You won’t find it there.”

“No? Well, no matter. I have to start somewhere.” With that, you paused your ascent up his sides right at his bottom ribs, digging your fingertips into the spaces. His abdomen visibly contracted, smirk disappearing from his face as he fought the urge to laugh. You adopted his smirk instead, fingers slowly climbing up his ribcage. A reluctant smile began forcing itself across his lips, a stark contrast from his eyes, which were currently narrowed maliciously at you, heavy brow furrowed. “Come on, Loki… laugh for me,” you urged, varying your touch a bit to see if lighter scratches worked better. This seemed effective, as you reached the middle of his ribcage he began to release short, breathy laughs.

“I-is that the best you can do?” he snarled, clearly trying to unnerve you. You saw right through him, though; your training as a spy had shown you how to tell when someone was close to losing their composure, and the telltale slight widening of his eyes the higher your hands traveled told you that you were getting close to breaking him down.

“Asking for more?” You shot your hands suddenly under his arms, scritching and clawing into the exposed hollows. This succeeded in drawing small, reluctant laughter from the Asgardian, as he tugged uselessly against the cuffs around his wrists. “Ahh… now we’re getting somewhere.”

“Thihis… this is you’re fihihinal warning, agent,” he growled, sounding less irritable by the second as his laughter increased.

“Final warning? I thought we passed that a long time ago,” you chuckled, fluttering your fingers under his chin teasingly. He tilted his head down to block your hand, the crazed look in his eye almost deterring you from continuing to push your luck.

“If you stop now, I may spare you a small ounce of mercy.”

“Eh. I’m having too much fun now. Where else should I try?”

“I’m not telling you, you insolent little…”

“How about here?” Your hands darted down to his hips, drilling your thumbs just above the bones. He bucked under the sudden movement, laughter becoming just a bit louder in volume. You’d never heard his true laugh before – you wished he’d do it more often, it made him much less menacing and much more pleasant. You’d have to tickle him more often.

“Cease this at ohohonce, you impertinent malefactor!” he demanded. Each threat was less threatening than the last laced with his bright laughter. You were beginning to giggle as well.

“Ooh… I’m so scared, Loki,” you taunted, bringing your fingers up to scribble into the soft skin of his belly through his shirt. He arched his back against your touch, but his laughter decreased to more of a gentle stream of giggles. The sound made you snort. “Oh my god, did I just make the almighty God of Mischief giggle??”

His cursing and shouting, insisting that a god does NOT giggle, was completely ineffective through such childish sounding laughter.

Enjoying yourself probably a bit too much, you pushed the thought of what he would inevitably do to you out of your mind, opting instead to spider your fingers around every inch of his belly to elicit more of that adorable giggling. You needed this bout of silliness more than you knew after the scare he’d given you going missing. Of course, you’d never admit openly to him that he had made you so worried – it would only go to his head, after all, and you’d never be able to live with him after that. But listening to him laugh with abandon was lifting your spirits after such a trialing day.

“Sure you don’t want to tell me your weak spot?” you asked, kneading your fingers into his sides. He merely glared at you, less menacing than he’d likely have wanted given the smile plastered across his face was making his nose scrunch up. You let up a bit, giving him a break to breathe as you assessed where your next target would be. “If it’s not up here, it must be…” You let your hands hover near his knees, eyes fixed on his. You swore you saw a slight flash of panic for a brief moment. “Ahh… it’s here, isn’t it?”

“Agent, if you so much as lay one more FINGER on me, you will regret ever having been paired with the God of Mischief,” he hissed, chest still heaving with the exertion of his laughter. Like a child disobeying their parent, you poked your index fingers into the front of his thighs immediately above his knees. Even the simple poke made him jump a bit, hollering more threats at you as you positioned your thumb and index fingers to squeeze that sensitive muscle above his knees.

The threats died at his lips when you finally dug in, rapidly pinching the meaty muscle above his kneecaps. You were taken aback by the volume of his laughter, watching as he threw his head back with his eyes scrunched shut tightly. But the best reaction you drew out of him by far was when you reached around to scratch at the delicate skin behind his knees. With an undignified yelp, his laughter became more desperate and hiccupy, head tilted downward with his dark locks covering his face as his shoulders shook.

“Young agent, I must say I did not expect to return to such an adorable scene, but I’m so glad for it!”

You turned your head to see Thor standing in the doorway to the closet, holding some odd high-tech device that Tony no doubt had provided him. Not letting up on your imprisoned partner, you grinned at Thor from your crouched position in front of Loki.

“I have to say, he’s so much more adorable when he’s giggling like this!” you teased. Loki’s laughter had gone silent now, cueing you to ease up and allow him to breathe. His hair was in disarray around his face as he desperately sucked in air into his lungs.

“Allow me to uncuff him while he’s still subdued,” Thor suggested, walking over and aiming the device at one of the restraints around Loki’s ankles. You took a step backward instinctively, not wanting to be kicked by an angry demigod.

“She…” Loki said breathlessly.

“She… what? She got you good, brother?” Thor chuckled, releasing his other ankle before moving on to the wrist restraints.

“She… is more ticklish than I am,” he huffed.

Thor’s blue eyes landed on you, and your stomach dropped as a smirk crossed his face.

“Is she?” he asked, sounding as mischievous as his brother.

“Now, Thor… we should really be getting out of here once we release your brother,” you warned, backing away toward the door.

“Ah, yes, she’s probably right,” Thor agreed, much to your relief. The last wrist restraint popped open, and Loki finally lowered his arms, rubbing the sore spots on his wrists from the metal.

“Yes… I suppose…” Loki grumbled. “However… I cannot guarantee your safety once we’ve arrived back at the compound.”

You were sure to keep some distance from the brothers as the three of you returned to the quinjet to head back to the compound. Once onboard, you waited for them to take their seats before selecting your own in the main cabin of the jet, away from the cockpit. As Thor piloted the jet off the ground, Loki quickly left his spot in the copilot chair to sit across from you, no doubt to make you anxious during the entire flight back.

“In all seriousness, Loki… I’m glad you’re safe,” you admitted, leaning forward with your elbows on your knees.

“Flattery will not get you out of this, darling,” he warned.

“Flattery? I just don’t want to have to train another partner,” you jested, leaning back into your seat as he reached a hand out to swat at you playfully.

“Now you’re just asking for it.” He smirked, leaning back lazily into his own seat, propping one ankle up on the other knee. “I hope you’re prepared to run. It won’t be long before we land.”

You knew he would hold true to his threat. And, of course, you would be poised to flee the moment the jet landed safely on the ground. But, for the brief duration of the ride home, you could only think about how thankful you were that you’d arrived in time to save your partner’s ungrateful ass.

Part 4: A Man of His Word

#loki tickle #tickle fluff #tickle fic #marvel tickle #ler!reader #lee!loki #may have left things at a bit of a cliffhanger #may consider part 4 if people want it