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lokisprettygirl · 1 year

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Lose me to Love you (Loki x Female Reader) (AU) (18+)

Read Chapter 13 here / Series Masterlist

Chapter 14

Summary: A simple question leads to an argument but nobody said a relationship with him would be easy. By the way What is jo upto?

Warning: Kissing, Extreme dark themes, Sexual abuse, physical abuse, public sex, Rough violent sex, 18+, Steamy stuff, age difference ,Rough language, mention of suicide, talk of virginity and slut shaming, manipulative behaviour, mention of trauma, smut, toxic relationship between main characters. Dark themes, cult stuff

"Peter invited us to his birthday party" you mumbled as you munched on your toast, he was making more while you sat in your usual spot admiring his half naked beauty. He gave you the side eyes before he smiled,

"You mean to say he invited you?" You chomped on the toast again as he questioned you, Peter texted you can come or whatever so maybe Loki was right about his assumption.

"He must know that you'll come along"

"He better, unless he wants his arse kicked" you chuckled as he said that and he smiled in return.

It's been two days since that night he confessed his love, he must have thought you were asleep because he hasn't said anything since then, you didn't get any call from that producer either so you figured that they weren't interested. But it has been two days full of kissing, making out and other filthy stuff, really filthy moments like him looking at you as if you were his most cherished possession, him kissing you at every chance he gets, him making eye contact once in a while while he's driving you back and forth to work. Such indecent moments.

He grabbed the toast from you and took a bite and that's when you snapped out of your daydreaming, sometimes you still felt as if he was playing an elaborate prank on you and would scream 'Psyche' out of nowhere. The thought absolutely demolished you, you didn't think you'll be able to survive that situation.

He chugged on his ice tea as he noticed that you seemed a little distracted so he kept the glass next to you on the counter and sucked on your neck softly, it immediately made you moan in response..

"Now who is lost?" He whispered in his sexy voice. There was a difference between his normal sexy voice and his bedroom sexy voice, the sexy bedroom voice was just the million fold sexier version of his normal sexy voice, it came right from his chest and had a rumbling sensation.

"I'm not lost" you giggled but it ended in a gasp as he grabbed your thighs to pull you closer then he hooked them around his waist.

"Mmhhmmm?" He smiled before he kissed you softly, it was meant to be a peck but it was really hard for him to stop once he had your lips touching his.

"Remember when I asked you to teach me to drive and you straight up denied?" He hummed in response as you questioned him, his lips traveled to your neck and he sucked a mark "Why did you do that?"

"Because I want you to stay dependent on me" he responded immediately and it made you bite on your lips, everything he did turned you on for some reason, even when he was clearly trying to be honest about his manipulative behavior you found it rather hot, you just wanted to be dependent on him in more ways than one, you enjoyed the feeling of him controlling you, it would have bothered you if it was someone else but never him.

"That's .. devious"

"I know..but I won't stop, I thoroughly enjoy keeping you reliant..it's like having a pet who's dependent on me for each and every need of theirs"

He whispered so you kissed him intensely, clearly aroused by his nonchalant response. You didn't mind being his pet or his whore, whatever he'd make of you, you'll accept it willingly.

"Goddd you're so hotttt" your hips bucked against the hardening bulge in his sweatpants and it made him moan as well.

"Wicked little whore, getting aroused by the thought of being owned and controlled?"

"Yess please daddy, I'll let you do anything to me" you whimpered as you humped against him slowly but he grabbed your hips and stopped your movements.

"Save it baby..you have been patient for so long, give me some more"

"Fuckkkk" you whined as the sensations started to subside slowly. He smiled as he saw the look on your face, you seemed so out of your mind and he loved it.

"When do you want to start then?" He asked as he kissed your forehead so you looked at him with a confused expression.

"Start what?"

"The driving lessons"

As the evening arrived you two decided to attend that birthday party, none of you were too keen but you figured a party with free drinks can't hurt that bad, Peter wasn't too happy to see Loki and the feelings were mutual, there were hundreds of people at this party, some of the women you recognised as Loki's previous flavours of the night, he had fucked half of LA so It wasn't really surprising, most of them were trying to avoid him but some still hoped for round two.

"The one in green can't stop looking at you..do you remember her?" you whispered in his ear so he looked at the direction you were looking at, he didn't remember her name, he actually didn't remember most of their names. You pressed a kiss on his neck, he looked so good in the black shirt he had on today, he was so effortlessly sexy, even more so now that he was yours.

"I remember doing her, just don't remember her name"

"Did you ever feel for any of these women that you slept with? Jolene doesn't count"

"First of all, I didn't sleep with them I just fucked them and no I didn't"

"Not a thing?" He shook his head as he sipped on his drink.

"I mean sometimes I felt like a jerk when they took an offense that there won't be a second time " Cocky little shit

"You fucked Wanda twice"

"Yeahhh she was an exception..she was fiery, fulfilled my needs "

"Your need to be hurt?" He glared at you as you questioned him.

"It's none of your business sweetheart " your eyes teared up as he snapped at you out of nowhere, it was a touchy subject for him but you didn't like him being rude to you again, last three days have been happier and you wanted them to stay that way even though you knew it wasn't possible, he had several issues and so did you.

As you got up he grabbed your arm so you glared at him,

"Let me go okay?" You said to him so he let go of your arm immediately and you walked away to hang out with some of the people from the set. He shouldn't have snapped at you like that but he didn't think he was ready yet to dwell into such things either, this was one of his fears about this relationship, when those women got upset he didn't have to worry or care about them, but he can't treat you the same way. His eyes got teary as he watched you from a distance.

As he felt someone sitting next to him on the couch he turned his attention towards her.

You watched him conversing with a woman and it instantly made you jealous, he was just talking but it still made you upset. The ride back home was awkward as hell, none of you said a word and you were hoping he'd break first since he was the one who snapped. When you reached home you made your way towards your room.

"What do you want me to do?" He said to you so you turned around to look at him as crossed your arms.

"Well for starters, apologize?"

"That will fix …thisss?" He used over the top hand motions to convey the awkwardness surrounding the situation.

"No but it opens the way for further conversations" He sighed as you said that. When did his sweet buttons become so mature?

"Fine…I'm sorry" he murmured but you could tell it wasn't really genuine.

"Why did you snap?" You walked towards him as you questioned, he looked to the side avoiding your intense stare and then he exhaled as if you had him on a pitchfork.

"I don't want to discuss it" you tilted your head at the response, of course he didn't want to discuss it, he never really wanted to discuss the past, neither did you, you both wanted to leave the history behind but it wasn't really helping because none of you had moved on from the said past.

"Okay" you mumbled so he nodded, he was glad you didn't push it too much. He wasn't ready, he didn't think he'd be ready anytime soon and as he stood there thinking about it, all of a sudden he felt overwhelmed by everything, you, this relationship, your life with him. Was he fucking this up even more by involving you romantically with his messed up self?

"We should sleep in our rooms tonight..just to..you know..to–" before he could think about the things he had to say further you cut him off,

"It's fine Loki..calm down..you're thinking too much..it's fine okay?" You turned around to leave for your room as you really didn't want him to give you those looks of pity.

As you stepped inside you allowed yourself to feel bad about this situation and then you cried, things were going far too well for two people who have been through such hell in life. You heard his bedroom door banging shut and then you heard the sound of the glass shattering , probably the mirror. You wanted to go talk to him but it didn't feel right after that conversation, it felt like it used to before when he pretended to not care that he was hurting you and you pretended that it wasn't affecting you.

He was angry, not with you but moreso himself, it all boiled down to him, if he wasn't so fucked up he would have been able to talk to you like a normal person but he didn't know what to say to you, what was he supposed to tell you? That he enjoyed being hurt? That the only time he ever felt a semblance of normalcy was when he was being hurt and felt physical pain? That even if just for a moment he felt like a human who could feel pain rather than just like that monster who had made people suffer and watched them get hurt when he could have helped them?

He was lost in his thoughts when he received a call from that casting guy so he picked it up. They wanted to see you again tomorrow, they were going to offer you the movie, as a lead, he wanted to be happy for you but something just didn't feel right, he pressed Stephen to talk to him first so next day they arranged a meeting with him in the evening, Jane was there too and she explained him everything,

"Yeah she won't do this" Jane scoffed as Loki said that.

"So you'll make her decisions for her? How's that right? You're just an agent, your job is to help her and not destroy her future" She smiled and it only pissed him off.

"Well that's not your place to comment, I said she won't be doing this and that's going to be her final decision.. alright?"

As he got up and walked out of their office,Jane glared at Stephen

"Call her directly and tell her that we offered her the movie but her agent denied, send her a gift basket of something as well" Stephen nodded.

Loki knew something wasn't right with these people, they found an opportunity and wanted to cash in on it, but he wouldn't allow them to use your past for their amusement. You had been through so much and the last thing you needed was for the whole world to remind you of of your traumatic past over and over again.

When he reached home, he went straight for his room, he found it clean so he figured you must have done it while he was gone.

He wanted to talk to you about this whole thing but he just hoped you'd understand why he didn't want you to do this movie, it was a huge opportunity for you and he understood that but this just didn't feel right, especially with Odin out there.

You were in your room cleaning up a bit when you got a call so you picked it up, it was Stephen the casting guy.

"Hiiii ummm how are you?" You mumbled nervously but thankfully he got straight to the point.

"We are sorry to hear you don't want to accept the offer we gave you but hopefully we will get a chance to work in future"

"Hang on a second, what?" you asked him as you felt utterly confused by this.

"Oh, your agent didn't inform you? We discussed this with him, we wanted you to be the female lead in the next project but he denied on your behalf"

"I uhh I'll talk to him, but ummm can you just not put a pin in it yet? I'll let you know, I'm really sorry about the confusion"

As he hung up you felt a wave of anger and disappointment washing over you, why didn't he ask you before he rejected this offer? He has never done this before so it pissed you off even more, was it because of the fight or the argument you two had?

"I'd let you do anything to me…the fuck nottt" you mimicked yourself as you stormed towards his room, he had it locked so you knocked on the door over and over again until you were met with his really stupid but gorgeous face.

"Did you clean my room? You didn't have to but tha--" you cut him off mid sentence before he could rant further

"You told them I won't do the movie? A fucking movie? As a lead? Are you kidding me?" You had your arms crossed and it didn't need a genius to guess that you were furious, those manipulative bastards must have called you personally.

"A lead huh? I read the script.. it's a fucking male centric movie with zero substance" he snickered and it only angered you more.

"Soooo? I'll still be the female eye candy..what is it with you? Why are you doing this?" You felt so frustrated that it was all going to turn into a fit of cries "Is this like some sort of punishment for last night? Really? Are we doing all that again?" You snickered and you could tell that had hurt him because he was quite all of a sudden, too quiet for a moment before he smiled, you could see his eyes welling up ,

"You think I'm punishing you by taking away this opportunity because we argued last night?" He asked you so you nodded even though now you were regretting your words, you had gone too far to take a step back now. He smiled even more as he walked towards you.

"What else is it then? There's a sex scene? I have to be nude? They want me to do something obscene?" You took a step back as he continued to walk towards you "Whhyy?" You raised your voice.

He glared at you for a moment and then suddenly it hit you, he was looking out for you, he must know something that you didn't, that's what he has always done, he had looked out for you even when you never asked for it.

"They want something" you mumbled to yourself but he didn't say anything "What do they want?"

"They want to use you to sell their fucking disgrace of a movie. A girl with a dark past and sordid upbringing, oh!!! look how kind we are to launch her and how generous we are as we took a step to change her life, poor poor girl, she was so lost before we found her, just because she was the victim of a cult that doesn't mean she's not human right? So tell us y/n what was it like at the center? Did you see things that still haunt you at nights? Breaking news : Y/n Y/l/n gets candid with us about her past exclusively..she— "

"Okay enough I get it" you screamed at him to shut him up, your eyes welled up with tears of disappointment as you realized what they wanted from you, you didn't get the movie just because of your talent, of course not "I get it" you let out a defeated sigh and he chuckled,

"Do you now? Or you still think I want to ruin your life because of a nonsensical discussion we had" He spat at you and you weren't going to take it anymore.

"It wasn't nonsensical..it was about you, I'm sorry if I hurt you..I'm sorry okay? I'm sorry that I came to your room and cleaned it up..Are you upset about that too? Am I annoying you with my nonsensical existence ? If yes then I'm fucking sorry I ever entered your life " you screamed and then turned around to leave, you had alot to cry about today, as soon as people learned about your past you became that girl from the cult, that became your whole identity. He grabbed your arm and stopped you from walking out, you squirmed in his hold but he didn't let go, he should have been the one to control the situation before it went this far, you were about to have a meltdown and this was all his fault.

"Just calm down..relax"

"Noooo …let me go" you cried out and he shook his head, he turned you around and made you sit down on the bed "Heyy..just stop thinking..you're thinking too much" his heart clenched as you sniffled, you seemed so happy these past few days and he wished he was able to keep you that way but he wasn't, he was a monster and that's what monsters do. They hurt people.

"Stoppp baby stooop I'm sorry ..I'm sorry ..I'm sorry" he whispered as he cupped your cheeks and kissed you softly, your arms wrapped around his neck as you kissed him back. And as soon as you had his lips on yours, things didn't seem so bad afterall, you needed him in your life, you always did but you didn't know if he felt the same. You wanted to become more than just that cult girl for him, you wanted him to see you as more than just a responsibility and the girl he had vowed to protect.

"I hate it that you didn't sleep with me last night" your voice sounded so weak as you spoke and it tugged at his heart strings.

"I didn't want to ruin this more which I know I would have if we were to engage further into that conversation "

"What conversation?"

"Don't start it again "

"We have to talk about it someday "

"No we don't..see this is why I never wanted this"

He huffed as he stood up and you could hear the sound of your own heart breaking again.

"Okayyy.. what do you want then?" You looked at him and he was on a crossroad again, a part of him wanted to end this relationship right here and go back to how things were before, but then as he noticed the hurt broken look in your eyes all he wanted to do was give you whatever you needed and whatever will vanquish that look of desolation you carried.

"I just.. I come with a heavy baggage to put it nicely and sharing it will affect you, I'd rather carry that burden on my shoulders alone then have you be a part of it" He said.

"But what if I want to share the baggage loki, what if I want to be the part of that pain that you feel all the time? What if I want to be someone you could talk to?"

He opened his mouth to retort but nothing came out, he didn't want you to know how fucked up he was, he saved you from that life but he didn't save those other girls, girls like you who could have been something or someone today, they could have been someone's reason to live like you became for him, their images kept haunting him, they had a life that was destroyed by him, a future possibly that was broken because he watched them suffer like a mute spectator.

"You don't want to be that person sweetheart, trust me okay?"

"You don't know me Loki, you don't know how much I love you"

"I know you think that thiisss thinggg between us is true love but it's not, it's really not, there's nothing like true love darling ..just comfort and security, I'd appreciate it if you'd stop wanting to ruin that for us" you wiped your tears as he finished speaking, there was no getting through him, at least not today. If he didn't love you then why did he say it two days ago?

"Okay so this thing between us is just comfort and security for you?"

"That's not what I meant"

"I think you don't even know what you're saying right now" he sighed and ran his fingers through his hair, maybe you were right or maybe you were not but he didn't want to argue or make you cry again today. He had done enough. You could feel your heart in your mouth, you didn't know what he was thinking and that scared you "So are we still together together or we're going back to whatever we were since you said you didn't want this"

Your voice kept breaking so he walked towards you and sat down on his knees in front of you, he wanted you to stop hurting right this moment even though he knew he was the reason why you were even in this situation, you seemed so happy yesterday, he was capable of making you feel that way so why couldn't he just give you that?

"I don't want us to go back to what we were darling, I desire you like this as much as you desire me, it's not one sided" his thumb brushed against your cheekbones so you leaned against him, his words did calm you a little.

"Okay I believe you" he wiped the tears that fell over your cheeks then he kissed you as passionately as he could to show you that needed you like this, he wanted to give you everything but he couldn't give himself to you completely, atleast not those ugly parts of him that he knew would make you want to run.

He laid you down on the bed slowly as you kissed him with utmost desperation.

"I'm sorry darling, please forgive me" he mumbled, his voice sounded tender. This was genuine, you could feel it.

"It's okay, I'm sorry too"

"No you don't have to be..you don't have to be baby"

"I still am..i just want to be there for you.. not just in these happy moments but those as well where you are not feeling so good" he was about to say something but his phone started ringing so he took it out of his pocket, his mouth didn't leave yours though as he continued to kiss you, he picked it up and turned the speaker on before he placed it next to your head.

"Hello" you giggled as he mumbled against your mouth, you lifted your head up so you could kiss all over his neck.

"Lokiii it's me ..Jo" you heard her voice and it immediately irked you but then she started crying so you looked at him.

"Are you okay?" He asked her as her shattered voice worried him.

"I'm not..I'm not Loki..a man broke into my apartment and threatened me" he got off your body and picked up his phone. You felt worried too but you really doubted her intentions as well.

"Did you see him? What did he look like?" he feared that it was Odin but her response shocked him.

"I couldn't see him, he had a mask on but he said he was your brother, loki I think that was your brother Thor"

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An : Honestly not my favourite chapter but it had to done.

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thehistoriangirl · 1 year

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Hello! If you take requests then could you perhaps write Victor x Reader but the reader is like exhausted from work and Victor is too so they're kind of exhausted together? <:D

Love your writing btw!

Have a nice day/night :3

(Also sorry for asking anonymously, im a coward-)

Hi Anon! I'm sorry this one took so long ;-; and hey, don't worry about it ^^ I also get shy and send anon inbox more often than not :3 it's perfectly normal <33

I hope you like it, and that you also have a nice week! :D

Also, I finished editing this one and it ocurred to me one fic where they're going on a date for their anniversary, but at the end of the day they're too tired to go, so they spend the night at home. I'll write it somewhere in the future; that's probably more akin to what you were requesting (?) sorry about that 🤡🤡

In Those Slow Nights

Viktor x gn!Reader------1K----SFW

Tags: Established Relationship| Domestic Fluff|

Taglist: @local-mr-frog

It was a scorching spring night, one of the first ones that pushed the cold of the winter away. Viktor didn't like them—just as he didn't like freezing winter journeys where it made his bones ache. Thing was, while cold coerced him into moving and making things despite the layers of clothes you insisted to cocoon him with, hot days dragged him into a still state where the only pleasing thing Viktor wished to do was to nap with the fan ceiling on, windows wide open.

But he also wished to spend a romantic night with you. It had been so long since Viktor could cook you something more elaborate, something from his natal country, for example, a recipe of his mother or his grandmother. Even if you two used to snuggle on the couch reading in each other's arms, in spring and summer it wasn't that easy to do.

He couldn’t even remember the last time you two go out on a date, to wherever; it had never been important if you were in a fancy restaurant overlooking the city or a cozy café with scented candles lit at each table, even walking around the boulevards and sitting in the benches of the nearby parks and stargazing was enough.

The important thing was having you next to him, your hand in his.

Perhaps we can arrange something, he thought, waiting for the elevator to come to pick him up.

From the short walk between the lab and his apartment complex, Viktor opened the door with his brow covered in sweat, feeling the locks of hair sticking in the back of his neck. He took his shoes off, sighing at feeling the cold wooden floor as he roamed the kitchen taking a glass of cold water.

The silence of the apartment confused him when the thirst had gone away. Weren’t you home yet? But it was already too late, almost 10 PM. Surely all research buildings in the Academy officially closed at 8 PM, unless some of the workers have explicit permission from the Dean to stay on Academic grounds after the curfew.

Inside the kitchen, Viktor saw some dishes put over the sink, soaking them in. He was mildly hungry—when it was too hot outside his appetite seemed to subside alongside his low-energy input—so he took an apple and eat it as he leaned against the stove.

Any other day, you’d be laying on one of the sofas with a book on your lap, or some notebook as you scribbled away any pending work you had the next day. Though there was no one when he looked toward it from the breakfast bar, his view scanning the amorph figures of blankets and cushions thrown away without a care in the two couches surrounding a coffee table.

Frowning, Viktor threw the apple core into the compost bin. The living room was too hot to tempt him into sitting on the sofa and reading a little, maybe even putting the TV on as he fell asleep.

As he walked down the hallway, he discovered the door of the bedroom open, the fan ceiling on, filling the still ambiance with a low buzzing.

Viktor peeked inside to where he found you all stretch out over the bed, like a cat soaking in the sun. Hair covered half your face, but it seemed to help with the light coming from the street lamp; the worn-out fabric of your shirt rolled up showing a peek of the soft skin beneath, and shorts showing your legs as you had kicked the bedsheet away.

He smiled, tiptoeing until he reached the bathroom, where he showered with deliciously cold water, relishing in the way the fresh drops ran out his hair and down his bare shoulders as he quickly brushed his teeth.

The reflection of the mirror let him know that his slow blinks were a sign that he was about to fall asleep, probably even standing if he could.

Looking at the clock on the nightstand, Viktor concluded he had the shortest bath of the year, opening the door and almost instantly crawling to the bed, his body wriggling until his head hit the pillow.

“You’re here,” you muttered, one of your eyes barely cracked open as you peeked at him, his sleepy eyes opening wide for a couple of blinks.

“I’m sorry for waking you, my love,” Viktor mumbled, and you rolled a little closer, your hand extended over the mattress for him to take.

You had many different smiles; the shy one was the first one he had the delight to meet. But between his favorites, among the mischievous ones you gave him after kissing him for the first time, was your sleepy smile. There was something utterly adorable in the way your eyes closed, curved in a slow smile of their own as your mouth hummed happily, still not fully acknowledging what you were doing.

You tried to shrug. “It’s fine. I’m happy you’re home,” you said, and then, because you stretched. “Cuddle me?”

Viktor hummed, feeling himself starting to drift off to slumber. “Are you not going to kick me this time?”

Your giggle filled his ears, and he found himself smiling too. "Then take my hand at least." You wriggled your hand, fingers grazing his knuckles.

He took your hand, kissing it slightly as he snuggled it near his cheek. “Goodnight, my love. Dream of me, yes?” Viktor muttered, leaning closer to kiss the top of your head. “I certainly will dream of you.”

You squeezed his hand briefly, the sudden, scarce blows of wind moving your hair. “It’s a promise, then.” You smiled, eyes already close.

That night, Viktor dreamed of a myriad of different dates; of taking you for a walk along the port, of all those late evenings tucked at a table holding hands while drinking wine. But any tuck of guilt was numb by the feeling of your hand on his as you two simply lay on the bed.

Maybe in a couple of nights, you will be chatting away as you did on your first dates, where he dressed elegantly and feigned not to be too tired after a day tinkering in the lab to woo you as you deserved—as you still do, forever, surely—but for today, this was enough to make both of you happy. And that was all that mattered.

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usaigi · 2 months

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What is your writing process like? 💙 For talk shop tuesday

Planning (aka my Pinterest-day dream stage): Most of my fic start of as "movies" in my head. I'll be at work or driving home or while listening to music or falling asleep and I'm just picturing my blorbos in a story. If I'm writing anything longer than a one shot, I try to make an outline of the series of events. I do typically have an ending in mind before I start writing, I have friends who can just start writing and see where it goes and that's crazy to me. Incredible :o could not be me lol

Actually writing: I have one "messy" doc and a "pretty" one. It's purely psychological but the messy one is less intimidating. Maybe it's because my beta could theoretically access my pretty copy at any minute while I'm the only person who will ever see the messy one. And when I say it's messy, I mean messy. All the paragraphs or lines that don't make the cut get tossed in the dungeon to the bottom of the chapter/doc, lots of half formed ideas, references pictures, etc.

Then, when I'm ready for my beta to read it, I'll copy and paste that chapter onto my pretty doc.

I also don't write super linear, sometimes I will write the middle or ending before the beginning. Sometimes I write segments or lines for future chapters in case I forget it. I also leave lots of little notes for myself. (Ahhh I want to elaborate but I also don't want to spoil my own fic.) I'll just say, especially in this fic that's so foreshadow/parallel heavy, I find myself jotting down a lot of little lines or quotes or ideas that I want to address again.

#(also part of planning #sometimes i act out scenes lol)#(I am v normal dont worry about it)#usaigi speaks #usaigi writes #asks

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lukewarmkraftsingle · 1 year

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hi can you elaborate on divorced au mp100. i saw your video and i just went fucking nuts sitting in bed. in my brain. i need to know is it /j or /srs i need to know. im really obsessed. i think it would be really good

[the post. for context]

8:44 AM

thanks for the question! i woke up the morning of January 1st, this lovely, beautiful morning, with some animal crossing song stuck in my head. i know it's from new leaf because it has the theme for that game in it, but i cannot for the life of me remember what track it was. it can't be any of the new year's ones, i know how the new year's ones sound. i have an excellent memory for music and not much else, you see. the song is in very vivid detail in my mind, but i just cannot put the face to the name. or whatever. i'm listening to the whole ost right now to see which one it is. but after my eyes were open and whatever, i opened my phone to see what time it was, about 8 am, which is fine. i didn't stay up until midnight last night anyway. i fell asleep much earlier, passed out sideways on my bed, until the fireworks they do nearby every year kicked up right at midnight and woke me up. but i did get back to sleep. had weird dreams.

back to this morning, then. after checking my messages and all, i opted to look at my tumblr, because why not, sure, i have been known to do that sometimes. i scroll through any new posts, then i see something in my inbox, i open this message, read it quickly, still only half awake, immediately started cackling. there is no better way to describe the sound i made.

the animal crossing ost is on the hourly music now. i know it's not any of that either. but i like the hourly music. i'll let some of em play out. whatever.

but this message intrigues me. i thought about it while i got out of bed and took a shower. the animal crossing song was still trucking along at this point. i cleared out my shower drain the other day, so it was nice and in full functioning order to start off the year. lovely. but i also washed my shower curtains and completely forgot to put them back, but it was too late by the time i realized that i needed to do that. i was already determined to go through with the shower. maybe this is some kind of metaphor. for the new year i mean. mayhaps i will have the strength to take on whatever sort of stress that the year will throw at me, as the shower drain did, but it will be done with a sort of messy transparency, as the shower curtain-less experience offered. maybe this is the only way we can properly take on our greatest challenges. insert reigen quote. whatever. the floor is dry now, it's fine.

anyway. i think i can offer you the initial discussion that led to me making that video. much like a weed-adjacent post i made a while back, this is a discussion between me and The wife. i will offer brief commentary and context as needed below each image. or as not needed. none of this commentary has been needed. i will keep up the trend.

i take a lot of screenshots when i'm going out and about on the internet. just of little things that i find entertaining. or intriguing. i find it to be a much more reliable method than just liking the post or putting it in twitter bookmarks or whatever. much less likely to get deleted, or buried, or whatever. said reigen folder does not really exist. i do have a collection of snippets of posts like that, but there is no dedicated folder. it's with all the other mob psycho ones. there are currently 150 screenshots in that folder. do with that information what you will. i may be interested in posting those reigen ones, though. i'll think about it.

oh. it's on the rainy versions now. i think i'll just skip over those ones. about the same, just less instruments. same for the snow ones. this playlist is thorough.

this is one of the major issues with the divorced au: is it a mischaracterization of reigen? there are concerns that no woman would ever want to be within twenty feet of him. gf has expressed such sentiments previously, and i am partially inclined to agree. but i cannot say much, as anyone can see my post history on here. and you can see my reigen profile picture in these messages. while my picture was not that exact reigen image in november of 2022, it was still a reigen image. i will provide below for full immersive experience.

i am not taking questions at this time. anyway. back to the important discussion.

this is the one part of the au that i provided myself at that time that is not included in the actual post, and the main catalyst of the divorce, perhaps. i have seen other proposals in the tags, yes, but i am refraining from bringing those up. this is the initial discussion, yes? i'm keeping it disconnected from anything outside of this initial conversation.

all of the creation of the picture in the video was done in paint, with it only being moved to photoshop later so i could better flip the image. this is relevant later. i feel the need to specify, i ultimately did not end up tracing a photo. much too difficult to do in paint, and it wouldn't provide a very good look for what i was going for anyway. i did, however, heavily reference another better stock photo i found. surely said photo is not very difficult to find, which is good, because i do not have it on hand either. sad!

and here is the reason why the drawing was turned into a video. for whatever reason, i was possessed to flip the small drawing of mob (psycho 100), and i discovered that it was, perhaps, the greatest activity i could have possibly chosen to partake in. it was mesmerizing. this message was sent after the video was made, but i feel as though it is much more clear than the message i sent before making the video, which was simply a crazed declaration of it "flip[ping] so good," followed by a complaint about the lack of a flip shortcut in paint. if anyone knows of a "flip selection" shortcut in paint, please let me know. i could not find one, even though i searched very carefully for one.

OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

the animal crossing song was not the new year's one. it was the fireworks festival music. from new leaf.

youtube

listen to it. it's one of my favorites. i can't believe i forgot when it plays. very sorry! and to all of my one-earbud user friends out there, use both for this one. as you should for all animal crossing music. or turn your sound onto mono i don't know.

anyway. i suppose i should offer a brief summary of where we've gotten: reigen arataka, greatest psychic of the 21st century, had a wife at some point, and he no longer has a wife, due to a divorce, presumed at least a bit messy. questionably canon. it could certainly be inserted into canon fine enough. he is gay.

let's take some questions from the audience, then!

there are a couple of tags along these lines, i believe, but this provides a degree of severity to any sorts of divorce theorizing. it's a bit of a spectrum in my mind. i like the percentages. really meshes well with the rest of the series. 100% divorced. y'know?

not me creating lore for this. i think this one offers an interesting perspective on all of it. i suppose that my depiction does offer a sort of swapping of their usual dynamic. when i first saw these tags, it brought to mind an alternate approach to the usual depictions of the standard "age swap" au, in which i feel, in my heart, pushing 30 mob is at least 16% divorced. the dynamic in the video, when taken at face value i think, would be more descriptive of overly enthusiastic younger reigen and some degree of "divorced in vibes" mob. surely most are familiar with such au shenanigans, and surely you are too, dearest anonymous person, if you have read this far. you seem to have some interest in alternatives to canon. if not, it is certainly not hard to come across. i have no other constructive comments on age swapping. someone else go and do that. i don't know.

but i suppose i should be speaking with slightly more relevance. i do have some purpose in drawing them in this manner. i see the show as a bit more lighthearted, generally. this is absolutely not to downplay the themes it tackles. but the average episode is generally more playful. and with reigen often being the cause of that. uh. m. i feel like i was going somewhere with this. but uhh. such shenanigans in the drawing are for the purpose of exaggerating the uh. the abnormality. yeah. sure. definitely did it with Grand Purpose and not just because i thought the mob looked funny.

and now we come to some constructive criticism! i love receiving constructive criticism.

uh. yes. but this is divorced au. anything is possible. the fabric of reality is tearing apart as we speak.

and now, the question we've all been waiting for: who was he married to? there are certainly some possibilities. as i currently have none, i am turning to my notes again.

i believe this tag presents an interesting possibility. this is not a marriage of romance. i was not actually familiar with the term "lavender wedding," but i am certainly familiar with the concept. two people going into a heterosexual marriage to conceal their true attractions, yes? this does go against my suggestion that the divorce is caused because reigen is gay, but it does resolve the constructive criticism presented above. i find this concept incredibly entertaining the more i think about it, however. imagine being so desperate to try to conform to societal norms that you marry Reigen Arataka. imagine coming to find the concept of having to pretend to be in love with reigen so aggressively unappealing that you are willing to forgo the social acceptance you've gained for yourself and divorce him, which depending on what kinda situation you're in, that's no good either. and after all the work you've had to put in to pull this off. imagine. incredible. does he fight for it? does he go deeper into the act?? do you start getting convinced that he was straight and in love with you the entire time?? actually maybe not that far. whatever. entertaining concept. love that.

and now we get into something a little bit funky. !!!!!!!!!!! and this section is a tad bit spoilery if you haven't read the reigen manga yet this is your first and final warning !!!!!!!!!!!

!!!!!! and also go read it it's not that long and. i think you should !!!!!!!

i'm not sure how that timeline would work. they knew each other before the manga? imagine the drama though. a whole new way to read the spinoff. reigen's ex-husband (wife???????) comes across his goofy little psychic business, and reigen immediately starts trying to one-up him with spiritual level bs. and both fake psychics, they're soulmates <3 until they got divorced. whatever.

OK I'M DONE WITH MINOR SPOILERS YOU CAN COME BACK NOW

and finally, i uh

uhh. um. well. i sure hope not.

but i suppose as the arbiter of mp100 divorced au, i should offer my own thoughts on who his ex-wife is. uh. i don't particularly have any. it could be literally anyone. maybe they don't even need to be named. but i suppose if someone really needs to be his ex-wife, it's whoever you think is funniest, dearest anonymous asker person. whoever you feel is his ex-wife in your heart. i am only here to present a handful of possibilities. the truth that you seek lies within you. as long as his ex-wife isn't me. god i hope it's not me.

i guess i could consult gf about this hold on

HHHHHHHHHHHhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh i can't do this

you don't have to listen to them. ok. you don't. it's not true.

anyway. just a few things to tie this up nicely at the end.

much appreciation to everyone who put keysmashes in the tags. i am honored. and everyone else too! i like reading my notes. fun times. you're all cool. i tried to keep the tags i put here focused on the task at hand, but every tag has been thoroughly appreciated, do not worry.

i am also honored to present the award for Tag That Made Me Absolutely Lose It When I Read It to this one:

thank you for being significantly funnier than i could ever dream of being.

and finally, to send all of you off, one last thing tossed together and heavily inspired by a couple of the tags, which i am upset that i did not think of myself:

is this all /j? is this /srs? i want to say it's /j, but i've put too much time into this now. very sorry dearest anonymous person. you have sent me into a sort of crisis. i suppose i put too much effort into everything that should remain as 5 minutes max /j Content. well.

hope that answers your question!

4:20 PM

#mp100 divorced au #proud to be the second post on the tag #mp100 #mob psycho 100 #sincerest apologies for this one #my stuff #terribly sorry posted left didn't even add a keep reading thing on it this thing is very long #a protein bar is my meal. main course. it isn't very good

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commander-quack-to-the-bridge · 2 years

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So I had a Star Trek related dream last night that I honestly feel would make a really interesting story. (Maybe once I catch up on some of my other WIPs I'll do something with it!)

I've read a couple fics from different fandoms that I'm sure helped trigger the dream where certain characters get trapped in a time loop until they are some how able to fix whatever it is the universe has decided is wrong with the timeline they are in. I feel like some of my previous posts here have made it pretty clear that I don't love the amount of shit that they threw on Spock in the AOS.

That was the premise for the dream. The Romulan's destroyed Vulcan and immediately the timeline was screwed up. It wasn't the way that things were meant to happen. Spock was the one that got caught in the time loop to fix it. By the end of it I'm fairly certain that he was of the mindset that the universe was also trying to teach him a lesson about his emotional side not being a weakness, but just another tool that he can use to help him in life. It was crazy.

I don't recall exactly what role I was playing, if I was a character from the series or if I was just some random ass redshirt that became aware of what was going on, but I ended up helping him???

The thing about the loop was that it only reset once Spock died. Everyone else could die. But if he kept living, that round kept going. It wasn't great, there were a few times that he almost saved Vulcan but then in the last second it still got destroyed. It took some time but he was able to figure out that was the primary focus, the goal, if you will.

There are a lot of little details that I can still see in the back of my mind. Unfortunately, as is typical with dreams, I forgot a lot of it once I woke up. I jotted as much down in my notes on my phone as I could but I was half asleep and some of it just made no sense. But, there was one part that I remember where, when the loop reset, that everything was wrong. We weren't reset back to Spock walking with Kirk, Olson, Sulu, and Captain Pike as Pike goes over the plan before going over to the Narada. It was almost like another world entirely? Spock began to theorize that maybe there was a limit to the number of times it would reset before it created a paradox and that entire reality just collapsed, unable to sustain the constant changes that were being made in it.

I woke up when all of the versions of him that had "died" when the loop restarted were attacking us. Somehow Uhura got there (and had gained knowledge of what was happening to him) and Spock had to fight off different versions of himself to protect Uhura because we didn't know if she would come back with us if the timeline reset again. His learning the truth completely altered all of the information that Spock had gathered so far.

It was my dream but I don't understand exactly what that last part was. Maybe a plot twist where we accidentally ended the world. Perhaps an elaborate plan to make Spock suffer even more, having to watch his planet get destroyed repeatedly, watching his friends die time and time again, all put together by Nero.

All I know for sure is that it was wild. And has potential for a good fic. I personally love the time loop trope so...who knows?

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mandaloresson · 3 months

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Even more asks for Cats:

1) For the cats that are strays, do they have permanent dens somewhere?

2) Have any of the cats run the risk of starving? Who? When?

3) Are any of the cats vaccinated? Who? Under what circumstances? Did it cause trauma?

4) Does Old Deuteronomy hunt for his own food? What about the female queens with kits? If not, who brings them food? Is it the same cat every time? Does Macavity hunt for his own food?

5) Where does Macavity sleep? How often does he sleep? Does he sleep during the day or at night? Is Mr. Mistoffolees different?

6) Just how clever are the Jellicles? Can any of them read? Do they know to look both ways before crossing the street?

7) Are the Jellicles one of a kind or are there other groups that have balls and sing their friends to places beyond? If so, do those groups have different rituals instead of a ball?

and thank you again!! these are so fun aaaaah

here's the previous ask answered for context

here we go again!!

1) For the cats that are strays, do they have permanent dens somewhere?

I think Demeter and Bomba have one shared den.

I'd say that Old Deut definitely has one.

Jemima, Jerrie and Teazer I think are just street strays and don't have a den, shared or otherwise.

hmm I think Mac would have a den but would change locations frequently. I think he's pretty paranoid and cautious, but I'll elaborate more later.

I'm kind of in-between on whether Misto would have one or not. I think maybe not yet.

2) Have any of the cats run the risk of starving? Who? When?

ohhhh absolutely. first and foremost, my angsty boy, Mac. I think that that boy is on the constant verge of existence, not necessarily always starvation, but there's always something after him.

I think Demeter would have as well in her past, before she became a jellicle I'd say she's been in many shitty situations, including those where she had nothing to eat.

Jerrie, Teazer and Jemima who I see as strays who started as strays, I would say were really in danger of starvation when they were younger and didn't know how to hunt or find food, before they were taught and otherwise taken care of by the older jellicles.

so I've said that I see Misto as a picky eater but that he realizes he doesn't have a choice. I think maybe once in his past he didn't have anything "nice" to eat and was being stubborn until he was talked some sense into and he started compromising.

3) Are any of the cats vaccinated? Who? Under what circumstances? Did it cause trauma?

I'd say pretty simply put that the ones who grew up on the streets and remained strays aren't, the ones who have or had homes at some point are. uhh honestly not sure about whether it caused trauma.

4) Does Old Deuteronomy hunt for his own food? What about the female queens with kits? If not, who brings them food? Is it the same cat every time? Does Macavity hunt for his own food?

I think that the older cats as well as the queens with kits would be taken care of by the community or humans in case that they aren't strays. I think that Old Deut used to hunt, but he's now taken care of by the others and at home.

okay so here's further elaboration on Mac I mentioned (even though I will elaborate even further in the next answer): I think he does hunt or find food for himself because he just doesn't trust anyone to do it for him. I think he'd run from humans, but also doesn't have a community or any relationships that would allow for him to get help.

5) Where does Macavity sleep? How often does he sleep? Does he sleep during the day or at night? Is Mr. Mistoffolees different?

I think you'll find Mac sleeping in the most inconvenient of places, but also places that are safe. I've mentioned this twice before, but I personally take the line "and when you think he's half asleep, he's always wide awake" to be not only a testament of his omniscience, but also his paranoia and mistrust of everyone. I'd go as far as to say that past bad experiences led him to this attitude, so, to answer the second question, I think he doesn't sleep very often because finding places that are absolutely 200% safe enough for him (by his own standards) are really hard to come by and he refuses to be asleep if he can't make sure he's safe. for the same reason I think he sleeps during the day.

Misto to me is one of those cats that sleeps all day, and while he's a stray and also has to be very careful, he does have the community aspect. even though the jellicles don't spend all of their time together I don't think, I believe that the strays take care of one another and make sure that no one at the very least sleeps alone at night. I think Misto is, for this reason, better rested than Mac. far better.

6) Just how clever are the Jellicles? Can any of them read? Do they know to look both ways before crossing the street?

I think they're pretty clever! maybe the non-strays are slightly more sheltered, but I think most of them are pretty smart. Old Deut, Jenny, Munk, Bustopher Jones, Gus, Bombalurina and Victoria give me vibes like they'd be able to read. the last question, I think it depends more on who's reckless. the jellicles are a strong community where I believe the older cats would teach the younger cats these things (such as being cautious when crossing the street) but the youngsters would probably ignore them, those like Jerrie and Teazer.

7) Are the Jellicles one of a kind or are there other groups that have balls and sing their friends to places beyond? If so, do those groups have different rituals instead of a ball?

hmmm this is very interesting and this might be a cop out answer, but I think there being other groups and not are both very interesting theories!! I haven't really thought about this to be honest.

#cats musical #cats the musical #cats (1998)#cats 1998 #cats headcanons #jax answers

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ay-asterisms · 3 years

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Who do you ship your mutuals with and why???

ahhhhhh I've been waiting for this! if I forgot you, I am so sorry, I'll add you right away!

okay so some of these are absolute crack ships, and some of them I'm lowkey a little serious about, so I'll leave you to fight about which ones are which. most of them are haikyuu, but there's a couple other ones thrown in. anyways, I kinda wanted to mix it up and give people characters they aren't usually shipped with... so that's how you got this (I am so sorry)

@mi-anagapesis mie!!! I'm going with Iwaizumi BECAUSE you need someone to remind you to take care of yourself and support you and I know you would turn around and do the same for him because well everyone looks to Iwaizumi for help, where's his support? also I just like the idea of the two of you taking road trips while listening to your immaculate playlists

@kirishimas-manly-eyeliner okay so like yeah I love the idea of you and kiri BUT also I love opposites like us so Shinsou! he's the cool logic to balance out your spontaneous actions. (I'm not saying I was inspired by the fics we've been swapping with each other, but I was). you two would have so much fun listening to musical soundtracks (and maybe you could convince him to sing along?)

@mochizv Sakusa, you need someone responsible to keep you on track. I just know he'd like your creativity (and stop you from eating nail polish remover). the best movie nights!!! he would not be impressed if you accidentally spilled the popcorn, but would help you clean up anyways.

@gummimint again, Inuoka. I was half joking at the time but now that I've thought about it, I kinda really like the idea! sometimes he has trouble with words and being able to communicate what he means, but it would work because he'd keep trying until he gets you and therefore you'd never run out of things to talk about (😅). I'm imagining you going shopping with him and the height difference and aaahhhh it's so cute!!

@tsumussweetheart you are sooo frustrating to ship because I can't get a good read on you?? like you're the only one? and my brain just? doesn't?? perform basic pattern recognition??? so... Terushima! I feel like his energy would inspire you and temporarily cure any lack of motivation you're dealing with. Plus he's really really smart, so he can help you out when school's getting you down! I see the two of you taking impromptu grocery trips at two am

@seiri-ami 100% Sugawara (sorry Wid). chaotic enough for you to have fun, but also responsible enough to get you to drink water (he knows the effects of dehydration). he's patient and would help you study, but also do his best to calm your school-centered anxiety. somehow I get the feeling that you two would have the best picnics

@nacehiru Shindo. OKAY OKAY HEAR ME OUT. yes, his nice guy attitude was an act. but he's observant enough to pick up on what's bothering you, and smart enough to know what to do about it! honestly, the two of you together would be a terrifying power couple. I'm thinking of you going to a park and people-watching with him, and coming up with these elaborate stories about every passerby's life.

@viridevi ...Hanamaki? he'd marathon movies with you! also I feel like he'd like listening to you read your favourite books to him while he's falling asleep. oh and there would be lots of teasing. imagine a surprise day where you spend the afternoon at a bowling alley with him! (it wouldn't go exactly as planned, but oh well)

@catchmewiddershins imagine debates with Akaashi over classics! he'd reassure you that your opinions and feelings are valid, he gets the thought process behind your Imposter Syndrome. if anyone would listen to you rant about how much you dislike oedipus, it would be him. cafe dates aaaaaaaaall the time, with yummy pastries.

@kozu-zumi so I know kenma's the love of your life, but maybe consider... Yamaguchi? He'd be more than happy to help you work through your issues, he'd want you to know he's there for you if you ever want his help. plus, he's up for trying most things once, so he'd definitely play your current favourite video game with you. the two of you cooking is taking up an unreasonable amount of my brain right now.

@softieynnie okay I honestly can't explain this one, but Futakuchi! a healthy dose of playful teasing, methinks. each of you would flirt with the other a lot. also, study dates (where no studying gets done of course)

#I am so sorry this took so long 😭#please message me if I forgot you and you want to be added!#aki co-op: random!#aki co-op #aki code compiling

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msjr0119 · 3 years

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Birthday One Shot

A/N1: So it’s my girls birthday today. My favourite drunk partner. Hope you have had a fabulous day @drakexwillow !!! I can’t wait to have an alcoholic drink with you and fall asleep again 😆

A/N2: Some of the dialogue used was actually texts between us. I’ve rushed this as I’ve been busy passing out all weekend - bypass any stupid grammar mistakes 🤣

A/N3: Thank you to your other half, ‘Beany’ for helping me out with some things- I hope he didn’t spoil it for you ❤️👍🏼

Book: The Royal Romance (A/U)

Pairing: Drake Walker (Michiel Huisman) x Willow Downing (Jessica Lowndes)

Song inspirations:

Gun Machine Kelly- Drunk Face

Gun Machine Kelly- Hangover Cure

Mood- 24kGoldn and Ian Dior

Warnings: Adult language, mention of sex, mention of being drunk.

Tags: Thinking of those who like Drake x MC especially Willow- don’t feel obliged to read if you don’t want to 😊

@drakexwillow @burnsoslow @axwalker @annekebbphotography @kingliam2019 @kimmiedoo5 @i-bloody-love-drake-walker @bascmve01 @yukinagato2012 @lodberg @cordonianroyalty @texaskitten30 @nomadics-stuff

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Drake Walker had been dating Willow Downing for many years now. Every birthday that came around he always struggled with new ideas about what to do for the love of his life. At times he was tempted to ask for advise from his closest friends Maxwell and Sophie- however, if he did that he knew that it would just end in a disaster. A big drunken mess. He would usually impersonate a babysitter for the three of them, especially Willow. Thinking back to past birthdays, she wasn’t a bad drunk. Or was she? There had been times when she would get the ‘munchies’- gather food everywhere then not clean up after herself. Rice. That was the worse time for this common food reoccurrence. If it wasn’t the issue of food, there was the spilt drinks residue surrounding the place instead. Which Drake had to clean up. One of the worse ‘Willow moments’ since they had began dating had been when she vomited in their bed- and all down herself, Drake had turned into a domesticated goddess for the night. Stripping the bed, before assisting her in the shower. Oh, then there was the time when Maxwell and Willow had gotten matching tattoos of a peacock with the words ‘House Beaumont Rules’ sprawled underneath it. That night was karma in Drake’s eyes. Regardless of her drunk past antics, he loved her with all of his heart and wouldn’t change it for anything. She was the one.

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🎶Why you always in a mood?

Fuckin' 'round, actin' brand new

I ain't tryna tell you what to do

But try to play it cool

Baby, I ain't playing by your rules

Everything look better with a view🎶

“I’m not in a mood!” Drake defended himself- as his other half entered the kitchen singing. Yes, he was known to be the moody one. The one that always wore a scowl. But for once he wasn’t ‘in a mood’. Not for now anyway.

“Sometimes you are. But no, it’s a song. You really need to get down with the kids Drake and watch TikTok.” Snuggling behind him, it was the best option as she knew exactly what his expression would be like. Hearing a heavy sigh escape from him- soon she felt him relax, both feeling content.

Fucking TikTok. He muttered to himself. The social media app had become his worse nightmare recently. When they laid in bed on a night, she would promise him that she was only watching it for five minutes. That five minutes soon turned into an hour, which then elaborated into sometimes three or four hours. By that time he had fallen asleep. No intimacy. It’s a phase- she will soon get bored. Again, he wouldn’t change his relationship with her.

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Later on that night after they had eaten, Drake had put one of Willow’s favourite TV series on. Usually she would be ‘glued’ to it- no matter how many times she had seen this specific episode.

“I thought that you’d want to watch The Office? But instead you’re just listening to that garbage. Can’t we just have one night with no TikTok or listening to him?” After his original snappy attitude, that turned eventually into a plead- Drake attempted to make eye contact with her. Knowing full well that she wasn’t fully listening to him.

“But, he’s amazing. Gorgeous. Sexy.....” Swooning deep down inside as she expressed this, Willow eventually locked eyes with a now pissed off boyfriend. Before TikTok became a ‘thing’, she was in a similar situation whenever a new game for the PlayStation was released. Karma at its best.

“Obviously not as sexy as you though Mr Walker.” Attempting to redeem her previous words, Drake responded with only an eye roll. Maybe she was slightly addicted to Machine Gun Kelly and TikTok. In all honesty, lockdown was to blame for this ‘addiction’. Being stuck in the house. With nothing to do. Well, there was other things to do. Most time spent to begin with was the two of them entangled in each other.

“I’m sorry, Drake. Allow me to listen to one song, then we will watch this- no phones. Just Drillow time.” A smile finally crept upon his face. Finally she was cooperating with him in his mind.

“Sounds like a good deal. Which song are you going to choose?” He asked, not that he was bothered or interested. Just eager to spend time without any distractions.

“I like too many songs- I’ll try and pick a favourite...’Drunk face’. It’s off his new album. ‘Hangover cure’ is also a good one by him.” I bet it is.

“I wouldn’t know. I haven’t listened to it.” Faking a sincere yet interested tone of voice, Willow was still debating which song to hum and listen along too. Just hurry up and chose one.

“I can’t believe he’s with Megan Fox and he keeps using her in his music videos it’s so cute.” Getting easily distracted again, Drake bit his lip as she did this in a silent frustration.

“I thought that Megan Fox was still with Brian Austin what’s his face?” Surprisingly, he wasn’t aware of their unexpected split when it was breaking news in the show business world.

“No they split up the start of the year I think it was....I didn’t think they’d look that cute together and pictures of them together he towers over her and it makes them look adorable.” Like us, Drake compared the celebrity couple to themselves as he always towered over a ‘shorter’ Willow.

🎶Wake up, still drunk from last night

The first dates are always uncomfortable

Stayed up, I couldn't sleep last night

I'll admit, I'm a little dysfunctional

Are you okay with the fact I'm a little off track, to be honest

I've been through relationships, I've never been in love, but I want this 🎶

“Anyway, let’s finish watching this before my birthday tomorrow.” Finally placing her phone out of reach, Drake couldn’t quite believe that she had detached herself from it. Almost hallucinating due to the fact.

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The two of them didn’t quite finish watching the episode. One thing led to another. Clothes were scattered all over the floor, before Drake had carried Willow bridal style to their bedroom. The rest of the night was bliss, an early gift for the birthday girl. Walker style.

Knowing that it was now officially her birthday, she snuggled into the soft warm sheets with a content feeling. Subconsciously she had dreamt about how Drake would make her day special. As he always did. Rolling over, there was no sign of him. Blinking her eyes she believed that she could possibly still be half asleep- that was until the realisation of the sun peeping through the cracks of the blinds. Forcing herself out of bed, she searched the house for Drake with no avail. Wondering what he was upto, she put those thoughts to the side for now and got ready for the day. Her day. A day that she had planned to be filled with fun and laughter with the people closest to her. He will be back before I’m finished.

An hour later, the wanderer still hadn’t returned. Willow had become slight panic stricken before the banging on the door distracted her pondering any further.

“Happy birthday!” The two friends shouted enthusiastically before pulling her in for a group hug. A hug that could have potentially suffocated her. “Where’s Drake?”

“I... I don’t know. It’s not like him to leave without saying goodbye at least, Soph.”

“Well it’s eleven o’clock. Never too early for a birthday cocktail. It’s the evening somewhere in the world. Maxwell sort the birthday girl out with a drink.”

“Yes ma’am. Come on, Lo.” Sophie watched the two of them disappear out of sight before dialling the number on her phone.

“Drake. Where are you?”

“I’m just getting Lo a present, I’ll be back soon Soph. I promise.”

“A present? How long have you been together? You should be more prepared Drake! You know it’s her birthday. This is not the time to go awol, Walker. Or at least explain to her where you are going!”

“Sophie, just please.... just distract her with some shit off of TikTok. I’ll be back soon, I promise.”

An hour or so later after Sophie’s and Drake’s brief conversation- there was a quiet knock at the door, which made them all question who it could be. They had arranged to have a quiet time together as a foursome. Threesome at the moment. As far as they was concerned in the morning; the three of them didn’t want to wake up still drunk from last night. They were still young, wasting their youth. Promising to grow up next summer. They didn’t want Drake to always be in a mood.

“You girls carry on drinking, I’ll get the door.” Maxwell suggested as he leapt off of the bar stool.

“May I help you?” Maxwell questioned as he peered through the peep hole with one eye shut and the other attempting to examine the mystery person. In all honesty, it didn’t help that he was already slightly tipsy. He would be useless as an eye witness.

“It’s me you idiot! Are you going to open MY door?”

“You sound like Drake, but you don’t look like him. How do I not know that you’re here to rob us by impersonating my bestie?”

“One. Do you think that I’d dress like this if I was going to rob you? Two... you are not my bestie Beaumont!”

“Wow! You’re really good at this whole Drake Walker act.”

“Just fucking let me in Maxwell, before I throttle you!”

“How much is Drake paying you? He would actually say something like that to me... okay, I’ll ask you a couple of questions. If you get them right you can come in Drake.” Empathising the name, Maxwell still wasn’t convinced that it really was Drake. His drunk mind wondered why he wouldn’t just use his key and allow himself in.

“What’s my middle name?”

“Percival.”

“Lucky guess. What’s my peacocks name back home?”

“Petunia. Now get the chain off and let me in!” Oh that’s why he couldn’t get in. I forgot that I put the chain on when me and Sophie first arrived. Doh! Safety first!

“Drake it is you!” No shit Sherlock. “You look a complete knobhead by the way. Welcome to Chateau A La Walker.”

“Leave the French talking to someone who can actually express the language, Max.”

“Colson?” Drake sighed looking at Willow. Knowing how ridiculous this whole situation was. “Drake?”

“Tonight Matthew I’m going to be Colson Baker- Machine Gun Kelly. I’ve even got some nail varnish so you can do what Megan does to him in that music video. I’ve got red, pink, purple, black........”

“Drake... I like him and his music. But I love you. I love you for you... why are you doing this?”

“Do you love me more than him and TikTok?” Now that is a predicament to be in. Hmmm...

“Of course I do, you idiot.”

“Thank fuck for that! This wig was itching me too much.” Relieved to finally take it off, he flung it onto the floor- not caring how much it had cost him to recreate somebody else’s look.

“You don’t suit blonde hair anyway. These tattoos are so realistic.” Willow smiled softly towards him.

“Erm....”

“Erm?”

“Well... the reason... that... they look so realistic.....”

“Oh my god you didn’t!”

“Well these ones are just stick on ones. I did have one done this morning- hence why I’m late. I’m sorry.”

“I NEED TO SEE THIS!”

“You will later..... I promise.”

“He’s probably had it done on his arsehole or something? Can’t be as bad as Maxwell’s ‘Turn Back Now’ Pennywise balloon tattoo above his ass.” Sophie suggested and explained with an oblivious Maxwell not understanding why suddenly he was the clown of the group. Drake couldn’t help but blush thinking about his surprise tattoo, in his mind it was ridiculous- he had regretted it as soon as it had began.

“Drake? Are you going to show me? It is my birthday after all...” Fluttering her eyelashes, he was done for. Simple gestures such as these turned him into a big ball of mush.

“Follow me to the bathroom. I’ll show you....” Stripping off out of the ‘rapper’ clothes that he had borrowed to complete his MGK look- he wrapped a towel around him in a flash. Not wanting to spoil the surprise immediately.

“So... don’t laugh, Lo. On the count of three- okay?” She couldn’t contain her excitment, being too eager and intrigued about the tattoo- she quickly whipped the towel away.

“Oh my god. You had a tattoo in honour of me.... Don’t you ever, criticise me for getting a tattoo. The peacock one- I was drunk. You had no excuse to get this. I might actually cry- with laughter. I love you, Drake Walker. Best birthday present EVER! I’ll get us both a drink. Come back into the kitchen when you’re ready.”

Not so little Walker- property of Willow ⬇️

Those words would now be permanently written across his pubic bone. Yes, it would be humiliating if anybody other than Willow found out the true extent of this tattoo. But what would be more embarrassing was if she was to reject his second surprise of the day now her name was on him for life.

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mrs-dr-reid · 4 years

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The Avengers Part 1

Word Count: 1230

A/N: This one do be a baby compared to the rest of these stories, so don’t get used to them being this short, cuz this is the shortest it’s ever gonna be.

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Status Report:

It's been a while, I know, but Steve and I have been together for a little over half a year, and Director Fury came to us to recruit our help in locating something that was stolen from a S.H.I.E.L.D. facility in New Mexico. I'll elaborate, don't worry.

I was lying in bed asleep, then I noticed that Steve's side of the bed had suddenly gotten very cold, so I rolled over and saw that Steve had gotten up. I looked at the alarm clock on my nightstand, and it read 1:55, which made me sigh exasperatedly, because I didn't have to think for too long to know where he had gone. I pulled on the light dressing gown my grandma made for me, slipped on a pair of Vans, and headed out of our apartment, down the stairs, and around the block in the brisk New York night air to the Fogwell's Gym, Steve's favorite place to blow off steam (and where his first workout (and kiss) in the 21st century took place courtesy of me).

I walked through the doors, and my suspicions were confirmed. Steve was glistening with sweat and practically beating a punching bag into a pulp, getting increasingly more aggressive towards it with each hit. With one final punch, he knocked it off the hook, and it flew into the wall, sand spilling out of a hole that had busted in the side. He was breathing heavy, and I knew he was just having a PTSD flashback from his time in World War II as Captain America (he's a human. Humans get trauma. Shut up). He had just hung up another bag, and was throwing punches at it, so I decided to speak up.

I said, "Hey, Babe?", so he stopped punching to turn around, and when he saw me, he smiled and said, "Hey, Doll," so I walked over to him, then kissed his sweaty cheek and said, "Trouble sleeping?”, with a slightly teasing smile on my face. He laughed slightly, then said, "I slept for 70 years, Doll. I think I've had my fill," before he continued throwing punches at the bag. I pretended to frown and said, "Then at least keep me company," before I went behind him and ran my hands over his chest.

I felt him shiver slightly at my touch (my hands were probably cold or something), then he said, "I could probably manage that," and started to take the athletic tape off of his hands. I watched him in silence for a few seconds, then said, "Well, if you could manage that, what are you doing in here beating a punching bag to death at two in the morning?", making him freeze like a deer in headlights. He turned to look at me while cringing slightly, but he loosened up when he saw I was shooting a concerned frown at him instead of glaring. I sighed and said, "Steve, you know you can be honest with me. I have a strict no-judgement rule," so he said, "I know, Doll. There's just a lot of stuff on my mind that I'd rather not talk about," before sitting down on a nearby bench.

I sat down next to him, ran my fingers through the swish in his hair to fix it, and said, "Yeah, I figured. This happens a little too often, so I knew you were overthinking your memories," before resting my head on his very broad shoulder. Steve gently took my hand in his and nuzzled against my forehead with his nose, making me smile into his shirt slightly at his totally adorable display of affection. I looked up at him and smirked, which made him raise an eyebrow at me, so I said, "Next time you sneak out of bed, maybe you should put the comforter back down so I don't suspect anything," making him smack a hand against his forehead and groan.

I laughed and said, "After 6 months, you should know that I wake up when I get too cold, and my back was facing you. Do you not see what I'm wearing?", before I gestured flamboyantly to my choice of apparel (a white tank top, blue flannel print sleep shorts, and the dressing gown), making him laugh. I cupped his face in one hand, then kissed him, and when I pulled away, he said, "I gotta get better at covering up my tracks," so I said, "Weren't you in the army? You should already be pretty good at that by now," which made him chuckle, then he pulled me closer again.

Our lips had just met when a voice said, "Keep it clean, would you?", so we broke apart to see Director Fury standing at the entrance to the gym. While I was slightly embarrassed he caught us (mostly me) in such a compromising situation, I still put on my professional face and said, "Sorry, sir. Are you here with a mission?”, hoping and praying that I hadn’t turned bright red. Fury said, "I am," and Steve said, "Trying to get me back in the world?", so he replied, "Trying to save it," before walking towards us and holding a manilla dossier out to Steve.

Steve opened it and mumbled, "HYDRA's secret weapon," so I took a peek, and saw the glowing blue cube called the Tesseract (I obviously recognized it, because I caught a quick glimpse of it when I escorted Dr. Erik Selvig to the basement of the New Mexico Facility to meet with Director Fury almost 2 years ago). Fury said, "Howard Stark fished that out of the ocean when he was looking for you. He thought what we thought. The Tesseract could be the key to unlimited sustainable energy. That's something the world sorely needs," and I raised an eyebrow at him.

Steve handed back the dossier after shooting me a look that clearly asked if I was done reading it, and after I nodded, he said, "Who took it from you?", so Fury said, "He's called Loki. He's... not from around here," again earning an eyebrow-raise from me for the vagueness of the statement (though vagueness is something I should probably expect from him at this point). He addressed me and said, "You already know a decent amount, but there's a lot we have to bring Rogers up to speed on if you two are in. The world has gotten even stranger than he already knows," so Steve cut in and said, "At this point, I doubt anything would surprise me."

Fury said, "Ten bucks says you're wrong," so I said, "I'll be sure to hold him to that, sir," picked up Steve's bag, and started walking out with Steve after he grabbed a punching bag. Fury said, "There's a debriefing packet waiting for you two back at your apartment," and I shot him a thumb's up over my shoulder while we kept walking. Just before we left, Fury said, "Is there anything you can tell us about the Tesseract that we ought to know now?", so Steve said, "You should have left it in the ocean. Come on, Doll," and kept walking, so I gave Fury a small wave, and followed my anthropomorphic Dorito of a boyfriend back to our apartment. I'll be back soon with more of the story. Bye!!!

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Emma was slightly uneasy, fueled with maternal anxieties as she sipped on a chilled water bottle. She had swiped it from Sprayberry's clutches minutes ago, and the poor boy had yet to realize it. They were all severely jet-lagged, hardly awake yet but managing with their ever growing excitement. Her hand was clutched in Ellery's, a grin on her face as the two of them chattered endlessly. They had caught the same flight over to France, but even spending so many hours in a confined space proved to do them no harm. Dylan had tuned them out hours ago, using the baby as an excuse to be distracted. Emma hadn't fought him much on that, thankful to have a few hours to herself while her best friend and Dylan fussed over the five month old.

To say that luxury was short lived was majorly overlooked. The minute they landed Dylan and Ellery were ushered off to another section of the airport, Emma and Logan being led to customs. The baby had been fussy for hours after that, and despite Logan tagging along to help out, nothing had calmed Everly besides her mothers attentive touch. Emma was officially running on four hours of sleep, and she wasn't sure how her eyelids even managed to stay open.

She had left Logan and Everly in the hotel room just a few blocks from the convention center earlier that morning, pre-ordering her friend a coffee as a gesture of thanks. Not every twenty-year-old jumped at the chance of taking a fifteen hour flight to France only to be a babysitter.

"Makeup did a good job." Ellery teased, laughing when Emma dug her fingertips into her sides, a taunting grin on her face that had them both in fits of delirious laughter. They pulled apart quickly after, rummaging through the pile of French candies and snacks.

When they got the two minute signal, both girls grabbed a handful of hard candy, letting it fall into their mouths without much care. Dylan had witnessed it occur, rolling his eyes at his sister and his best, maybe more then friend, friend.

They had a steady thing going since well before Everly's birth, but only after did Dylan truly prove he wasn't just in it for the chase. He had stayed over on nights when Emma had begged him to just go home and be a normal kid on her behalf. He had changed diapers at three in the morning, and sat through breastfeeding's at four without complaint. He had been her rock for months now, and steadily both of them were craving more.

"How are you late?" Emma asked Holland around a mouthful of pastel candy, "Isn't your hotel the closest?" Holland wrinkled her nose at the sight, painfully accustomed to Emma's delirious habits.

"We got lost." Holland exclaimed, "Took a left when we should have went straight, and then when we should have made a right we went straight."

Emma rolled her eyes, swallowing the mouthful of candy before bringing Holland in for a tight hug. She hadn't seen much of the redhead in recent months, being cooped up in her apartment with Dylan and occasionally her friends from back in Jersey. She was taking her time settling into the whole parenting routine, but she would never miss an opportunity for fan interaction.

When they were lined up to start heading out, Sprayberry had finally noticed Emma clutching his water bottle, the sharpie painted cap rubbing off on her fingertips as she fiddled with it. He snatched it back, taking a swig, before handing it back.

"Could've just asked." He teased.

"That wouldn't have been as fun. Besides, you're oblivious when your tired." Emma concluded, cheekily taking another sip of the water and finishing it off. She threw it out, having just enough time to smooth down her shirt before they were being called out on stage.

Ryan went out first, then Dylan, Ellery, Megan, Emma, Crystal, Holland, and Shelley. It was a line-up of one badass women after another, which didn't happen very often in the land of teen wolf conventions. The show wasn't totally male dominated, but the numbers were slightly uneven when it came to promotion.

Emma took her seat between Crystal and Megan, smiling widely at the two. Crystal gave her hands a few squeezes before dropping them and grabbing the water bottle given to her by a stagehand.

Emma pulled out her phone, sending Logan a text as the moderator asked Crystal, Megan, and Ellery about their experience and exposure to France. She was answered immediately with a picture of her munchkin. The bright blue eyes of her baby were slowly earning speckles of darker blue and brown, but her large gummy grin was still the same even behind a pacifier. Her tan onesie decorated with skin tone colored rainbows was undone at the bottom, a recent habit Everly was getting into.

Crystal had leaned over just in time to see the picture, cooing in Emma's ear as she typed out a response before putting her phone away, giving the fans her undivided attention. She looked up at Crystal with a grin, glad to be reunited with the girl.

It wasn't long before they were getting into fan questions, and the interpreter was listening intently. "She wants to know what you miss the most."

"The long hours of work. I miss that, seriously." Dylan exclaimed after a moment of his drawn out um, "I miss having purpose." He joked, Emma couldn't help but roll her eyes at him, although she did miss the long nights. Anytime you created relationships on set and then put them to the test during fraturdays or fifteen hour shoots was always exhilarating.

"People." Holland sang, "I think you miss the people, I miss JR and Ian acting like they're an old married couple." Holland paused when the crowd erupted into screams, a smile breaking her lips. "Right, you know what I'm taking about? I genuinely actually miss that."

Emma grinned, nodding her head at the many memories of JR and Ian's bickering.

"I miss school. During night shots, taking math tests at three in the morning. It sounds like absolute torture, and it was, many tears were shed in that room, but it was always unofficial crackhead shit. I think I gave Spray a concussion one time." Emma grinned, biting down on her bottom lip when laughter arose at her answer. Sprayberry didn't miss a beat though, having been waiting for this moment for at least three years.

It was nearly four in the morning during season six, the both of then were slowly finishing up their senior year, and through delirium they'd decided yoga would be a good idea. They had gotten half way through the first pose before Emma slipped off of his shoulders and the both of them tumbled to the ground. Jeff hadn't let them in the room together for nearly a month after that.

"You did! I was out of choreo for a week." He fed into the microphone.

"It wasn't a life threatening injury, you're fine." She rolled her eyes, before looking at the crowd who. The majority was teenage girls, and they were all collectively giggling at the banter. "He's fine."

Emma turned her head, sticking her tongue out at Sprayberry before she fell back in her seat laughing. Their dynamic had never changed, though being surrounded by old friends had brought out a spark that had been slowly fading with time and adulthood.

"Shelley, would you like to say something?" The moderator questioned, taking Shelley's elaborate hand gestures as her wanting to say something. Emma grinned at the shocked expression on her face before she covered it up.

"The people." She mused, "I miss the people, I miss catching up with them. I miss you guys." Shelley smiled earning cheers to go around the room.

Emma looked down at her phone, seeing the screen light up beneath her leg. From the way it was positioned she could see that it was Logan sending her pictures, she could only assume Everly was being a little shit and using her time away from Emma to meet new milestones.

"Hi, um, what was your favorite scene to film?" A fan asked. Emma had missed this, it hadn't been too long since she'd had this kind of exposure, but it wasn't as painfully frequent as it once was. Emma could never find a medium she liked, always bending more towards a side then a middle.

"My favorite scenes to film were also the worst scenes to film, whenever we had huge ensemble because they would take forever. But it was also fun because everyone was in the scene, so there was a lot of goofing off and having fun. But you would shoot certain scenes for weeks, it felt like, at least days, but your at least having fun with the same people, just like up here. We can all have fun when we're not being professional."

Dylan leaned over the look in his blue eyes gleaming as he knew his voice wouldn't be carried far into the audience because he didn't have a mic, "Do you know how to be professional?"

It was a joke from years ago, one that hadn't been brought up in at least a few months. Emma grinned leaning forward just the same, the glint in her eyes dangerous with energy, "I'll cut your balls off."

The both of them laughed as they leaned back. They weren't sure why that had been so funny, but filming season four had lead to it's creation one morning between Tuesday and Wednesday. Emma was pretty she had been nearly asleep with her head in Sprayberry's lap when he made the joke, and her groggy response had been a tad violent.

Megan was still laughing when she started explaining her answer, being handed a microphone from Holland so the audience could hear her. Crystal glanced over at Emma, sharing a meaningful look with the girl. She was always very put together during panels, the least likely of the cast to go off on wild rants of what happened behind the scenes.

"Yeah that being said, I love to do all my own stunts. Although, that being said, I don't do all my own stunts, my stunt double was amazing, but I kind of love being physical especially because most of those scenes are at night, so it wakes you up it makes you be very aware. But, yeah, those were my favorite scenes. The stunt work, and also, so this question comes up a lot and were asked a lot, and every single time that I'm asked I feel like my scenes always change, and I just thought about the scene in the pilot Holland with you and Emma, at the lacrosse game?" Crystal smiled, at the memory that resurfaced. The pilot was so long ago, filmed nearly nine years ago, but memories were still so vivid.

"Oh yeah." Holland grinned, Emma smiled at the memory.

"You were so brilliant in that scene." Crystal grinned, "But it was the first time that we got to hang out as like normal people. I don't know, it was a great scene with you guys." She grinned, making heart pumping motions with her hands when the crowd awed.

"During that scene about lacrosse I was just talking about getting fired before i had basically even been hired, like, i just hope i make it for a second season, you don't understand, you don't understand. So that's what we were -- that's what I was complaining to Crystal and Em about in the bleachers during that scene." Holland laughed, "But yeah that was a fun scene."

"It was cold too!" Emma added, "Holland and I were in mini skirts and booty shorts."

"It was so cold." Holland agreed, "And, this is a zinger, Atlanta hadn't had a lot of production at that point so there's certain tricks when your filming in cold weather to wear like under lays, and we didn't have those under layers. So we were so bitterly cold during our pilot." Holland looked over at Crystal who was nodding along to her story, a smile breaking her lips when another memory struck Holland, "And our trailer caught on fire, hair and makeup, so we had to get the hell out of dodge."

Shelley grabbed the microphone from Holland a blank gleam in her eyes, "Shit, I was listening to you guys I haven't been thinking. I really enjoy, I'll say since it's who I basically started working with, Dylan O'Brien--" The crowd went up into cheers at just the mention of his name and Emma grinned, "Yeah, that was really my first taste of Teen Wolf and he was just a great scene partner, and obviously we had so much fun, to much fun. I think we laughed, you know, mostly when you're not supposed to. But you know, our scenes always turned out different then I think either of us expected, and there was always some cool, weird thing that would happen, I don't know." Shelley waved off her answer, clearly having initially pulled it from her ass with being on the spot.

"Ellery, Emma, do you have anything?" The moderator asked so she knew if she could begin translating what what already been said.

"I like the scene in Motel California with Ro, Posey," Emma stressed, she had referred to him as Ro, or Rosie multiple times before, but it wasn't an obvious give away that she was referring to Tyler and that often slipped her mind. "When Ellie says she loves him, that was a sweet moment. I don't know that's the only one I can remember, I blocked the first three seasons out and then season six was overrun with spiders."

Ellery had started talking before she was even offered a microphone, her soft voice picking up when Dylan shoved on into her hands. "We had to do a scene in my episode, where we were like fighting. We had to like, get in each others face, I don't think you got it, but it was like really funny."

"Like real life." Shelley interjected.

"Yeah. Exactly! Cause we don't really fight," Sprayberry shrugged his shoulders, and Ellery rolled her eyes in annoyance, "Maybe a little bit, maybe sometimes. It was fun though, cause we actually felt like real siblings."

Dylan grabbed the microphone from Ellery, his lips pinching upwards in a smirk. "We never feel like we're siblings unless we're on a TV show." Emma rolled his words, knowing full well that Dylan adored his little sister more then anything else in the world, although she had an itching suspicion that her baby was beginning to take Ellery's place. "Yeah that was fun because they let us improve a lot which was cool. Um, my favorite scenes are the easy ones. No, uh, the i fell in a hole scene is really popular, I guess. That's one of my favorite scenes that i did film because that started a whole new part of my character, and that opened up the comedic side of my character because before that I was just playing angry, and emotional all the time, and it got kind of tiring, and if by doing that it allowed people to see my character in a different light..."

Emma had tried to follow Spray's words, but she drifted off in thought when he phone buzzed again. Was it Everly? She was sure Logan would have called or gotten into contact with her PA for the day, but she couldn't help but worry. She had taken Everly all over, but never had they been separated in a foreign country. Mom guilt was beginning to eat her up inside, but she forced a smile onto he lips and took a peak down at her phone. She breathed out a sigh, seeing that it was just a picture of Everly, her hands and knees pressed to the floor as she mastered the art of crawling.

"If there had been a season seven, would you have wanted to be in it?" The moderator translated. It was a unanimous answer instantly, heads bobbing and yes's being mumbled into the microphones.

"Do you have any new projects?"

Dylan looked around, seeing that everyone was busy in their own little side conversation so he began to mumble before finding an answer, "Do you guys know Hulu?"

"Light as a feather!" A girl yelled from the audience, attempting to do an American accent but sounding overly southern. Emma giggled, pushing a few strands of hair from her eyes before looking over towards Dylan.

He went over what it was, looking between Ellery and Ryan every few words. He never was good at press, which made Emma wonder why he ranted and raved about it after every convention.

"Anybody else?"

Emma accepted the microphone from Shelley, "I have a movie called After out next year. That's all I can say."

The stage went silent once more, the remaining actors around Emma all either happily our of work or actively looking. "Anyone else have new projects they would like to talk about?"

"No." Shelley exclaimed, "We're retired."

The moderator began to translate when Emma pinched her eyebrows together, turning towards Megan with a small frown, "You have a project." She nudged her gently, her lips turning upwards into a smirk when Megan began to fiddle with her fingers.

Megan had collected a rainstorm of applause for her new gig on Charmed, and Emma smiled, poking at the girl with a taunting grin. Megan laughed and the two fell into each other, whispering about nonsense while the panel moderator directed attention to Shelley.

"Ryan just reminded me about a role I've been on hold for, um, but it's to play a former beauty queen and former addict, so fingers crossed."

"True life story." He mumbled into the mic, watching Shelley's cheeks heat up.

"Miss Teen USA 2004." Emma projected, grinning widely when Shelley flipped her off. That had been a constantly running joke between them for years, she couldn't help but break away into little giggles and grins.

"It's based on my life." She admitted, "I'm not a former addict though." Shelley mimicked downing a glass of alcohol and Emma laughed loudly, mumbling an apology as she giggled into her knees.

The next question was about their preferred favorite season, and the audience had gone into a fit of sadness after Crystal answer 3b. Emma frowned as well, recalling the hardships they had all went through while filming and bringing to life such a traumatic event. Her own character, Ellie, had been a wreck for nearly an entire season to follow. It was an arc Emma loved playing out, having been in that position one to many times before facing the death of a multiple loved ones, but it had also put a pause on the independent women her character was becoming.

She had answered with season four, for that exact reasoning, and than handed the microphone off to Megan. She laughed when Megan answered with season 3b and 4, and then went on about how those seasons were the tipping point when the fandom hated her for taking Derek away.

Dylan grabbed the microphone from Ellery after she answered season 6b by default. "I swear to god, if you don't say season five!" She warned.

"I liked doing 6A and 6B." Emma gasped at his answer, leaning forward to grab at the the small multi-colored hard candies, pelting them towards him aggressively. They showered down on him and Ellery, and the latter of the pair laughed loudly.

Dylan threw the candy back at Emma, his smile wide and taunting as the girl flipped him off with a playful glare. "Why season six?" She demanded to know. "It was literally full of spiders."

DAY 2

Emma had gotten more sleep tonight, thankfully. She hadn't gone to the party with the rest of the cast, instead turning in for a quiet night in her hotel room with her baby and best friend. Logan had been more then happy to have Emma with her as the two of them watched Disney movies, hardly caring that although their excuse for watching children's movies was the baby in the room, Everly was more interested in her feet then she was Tinkerbell and Elsa.

She was in between Holland and Sprayberry for the group panel that morning, sipping on a Starbucks refresher while the moderator asked about the party. Logan had gotten up with Everly just before six thirty, surprising Emma with a few extra minutes of sleep and a refreshing wakeup call.

Dylan reached for the cup, eyeing the light pink liquid. He had ordered for Emma many times before, usually supplying the younger girl with a strawberry lemonade but her drink was evolving by the month it seemed. Emma rolled her eyes playfully, handing the cup to Dylan and watching as her quizfully took a sip. He scrunched his nose up at first, but went in for another gulp and decided it wasn't as bad as he initially thought.

When asked what their favorite line was, the answers were immediate without any need to think, "Deer." Shelley exclaimed.

"A girls gotta eat."

"I fell in a hole."

Emma couldn't help but giggle at the memory, grabbing the microphone from Dylan's hand, "Always." She turned to give the microphone to Holland, sending the redhead a wink considering that line was almost always directed towards her.

"What the hell is a Stiles."

"We protect those who cannot protect themselves."

Ellery's answer was lame, but in the blondes defense she had only made an appearance in one episode. Emma just grinned, to busy making weird faces at Dylan through her impressive fit of energy. She had slept great considering the three am feeding, as well as being in an entirely different country and a hotel bed.

The two of them weren't paying as much attention as they should've been, breaking out into grins when they finally pulled their attention from their moment of weird expressions to listen to the moderator.

Froy had answered the question first, not missing a beat when he lifted the microphone to his mouth and claimed that in his free time he liked to do auditions for other projects. Shelley praised his efforts, her and Emma sharing a mutual distaste for the audition process. Most actors hated auditioning, feeling unnatural and like a ridiculed prop, but it was a necessary evil most times. Emma was convinced there was no better news then when her agent calls and tells her about a role she would only have to chemistry read for.

"What we like to do?" Ryan asked, "I like to get drunk and play with cats." He easily shrugged at the answer and Emma had to hide her grin. She had witnessed a hungover Ryan playing with animals on many occasions, and the sight never failed to be adorable.

It was no shock to Emma when Ellery answered wrestling and Crystal answered cooking. It had been a few weeks since she'd managed to take the drive to Crystal's place, but almost every night she was sent a new recipe that she said she would try and almost never did. Crystal knew this of course, but she also knew although Emma lied through her teeth about commitment, she enjoyed the texts and thought of somebody having her on their mind.

"Reading, hiking, I like the outdoors, the mountains in particular. So, I'll do a lot of audio books when I hike, and I camp. I love camping, so that's usually where I am." Holland grinned before handing the microphone off to Emma.

"I love sleeping." She exclaimed, a goofy grin on her face at the idea. "Usually, I'm hanging out with my baby, or this goon. Sometimes I'll take a random dance class." She nudged a thumb at Dylan, the two of them practically roommates. It wasn't often that Emma spent the night alone with Everly, having to force Dylan back to his own house so there was at least a small reason for him to be paying monthly bills and utilities.

She handed the microphone to Dylan, smiling softly at him before taking another sip of her drink. The way Dylan was sitting looked either genius level comfortable or completely horrible for his joints. She wouldn't be surprise if in a few minutes he'd start complaining about his tailbone or his back, but for the moment he was completely spaced out thinking of an answer.

"Um, I like doing Muay Thai, and wrestling, and I like reading. And um, spending time with this goon." He returned the favor, his grin sheepish when he snapped his gaze to Emma who was playfully rolling her eyes and kicking at his leg with her vans covered foot. Neither one of them missed the way Shelley excitedly gasped at their answers. The pair couldn't go a day without Shelley asking if they'd made it official yet.

Emma was sure she wouldn't say no if Dylan asked, but the guilt of tying him down with a kid at twenty-years-old was a lot of process. She was still only nineteen, they had so much life to live.

Megan took the microphone from Dylan, "Exercising. I just got into yoga, I also just got into Barry's bootcamp which is some intense stuff, and I also just also, also just also, I'm really tired, um, I got into cooking as well, I got into hors d'oeuvres, just getting all into that. And yeah, auditioning. I hate it, but it's what I do in my free time."

"Lucky." Shelley exclaimed when she grabbed the microphone, Emma laughed, shaking her head at the girl. They'd spent many nights curled up on Shelley's bed, or in Emma's, just talking about what the future held for them creatively. It wasn't like their opportunities were limited, rather the work offered way dry. It was either to far fetched from themselves, to boringly similar, or a role to close to one they'd played before. "I love to dance, and uh, I mean, Spanish, duolingo my app."

Emma and Dylan were once again in their own world. They were energized on sleep, Dylan getting an extra boost from the coffee he sipped tenderly. Emma had never really gotten into drinking it, though Holland had tried on multiple occasions to pass her an americano while on set. Kicking at him a little to hard, Emma flinched when she missed his leg and instead rammed her foot into the leg of his chair.

Sprayberry doubled over in laughter whilst Emma pouted, attempting to nurse the ache in her toes but distracting herself with the Starbucks refresher in her hands. She hadn't been kicking him all that hard, just little taps that would become annoying, which was her goal, but apparently the chair had other opinions of her pestering.

The next question was about what era they'd like the live in. Emma's answer hadn't changed since she was seven years old, the nineties being a time she would have liked to experience, or at least remember, because she couldn't deny that she did technically live during them, although it was as an infant.

"The sixties." Shelley answered.

"Considering my ancestry, right now. For free." Megan exclaimed and Emma couldn't help but giggle, though the weight of her statement weighed true and was something Emma thought about too frequently. She was a person of color living in America, but despite her mixed heritage she wasn't called out as often as her dark-skinned colleges and friends, but that didn't mean she was free of any racist interactions.

"Now might be the best time." Dylan agreed, "Um, I would say the nineties, what no! Like the early nineties, when nirvana was a big thing. Like I wish I lived in Seattle when those bands were all around because they were all friends and I would have liked to be apart of a band like that. Now all music is shit. Let me know how it was, yeah." He laughed.

"Is it cool if I say the nineties too? I don't have good reasoning, I just want to know what the hype was about Blockbuster."

"Did you never go to a blockbuster?" Ryan asked, leaning forward in his chair so his voice traveled to Emma.

"No, it was a, here's Netflix, kind of thing."

"When were you born?" His eyes were wide in shock now, clearly interested in the upbringing Emma had considering she hadn't even visited a blockbuster.

"End of ninety-eight." Emma grinned at his exasperated face, "So I have probably been to a blockbuster, but not that I can remember."

Holland had a blissfully teasing glint in her green eyes when Emma turned towards her and offered her the microphone. It was a given to be picked at because of her age. Being twelve and working with twenty and thirty-year-olds just came with the teasing territory. She didn't mind though, usually because Holland always came to set the next day with random products from the nineties, claiming it was to further educate Emma, when really it was just to give her an excuse to buy them on amazon at two am.

The next question wasn't as light hearted, a girl standing up and asking what advice they had for somebody that's sad. Emma had figured out from personal experience that when a question like that is asked it's never for somebody else or conspired out of the blue, it's somebody that's going through a hard time and needs to hear something other then their own internal monologue.

Froy and Ryan had given inklings of advice whilst Emma was in her own head, trying to find words that could soothe. She had faced depressive episodes that lasted weeks and months, and she had felt sadness that lasted days. The two wore different faces, but often they were confused and shoved into the same category. It was a category that not many social outlets or people liked to touch upon.

"I think it is important to realize it is completely fine to feel sad, it's not a bad thing, in fact it only feels really bad when we try to actively push it away. Some of the most beautiful literature, and poetry, and art, and exploration has come from people feeling sad, and in fact if we didn't feel sad we wouldn't know what it would be to feel happiness. If we didn't have heartbreak we wouldn't know what extreme love would feel like, sadness is apart of our human experience and it's something we need to experience, and I think that when you accept okay, I feel sad today, and you don't try to actively push against it lightens it. I think it's just important to realize we actually need it, and it can provide great perspective if you let it, and learn from it." Crystal spoke, her words hitting Emma deeply. She knew the feeling of denial all to well, and pushing aside what she was actually feeling had been a default reflex since before she could remember. It had gotten so bad at one point, there had been a time when she couldn't even name what happiness was. She had pushed everything away to the point where she felt numb.

Emma accepted the microphone from Holland after the girl shared, her heart heavy at the topic they were touching at, "I was diagnosed with an anxiety disorder when I was eleven and depression when I was thirteen. I think what helped me the most was looking at it from the perspective that shit happens. I think it's so ignorant when people assume you're incapable of functioning with a mental illness, or being medicated is the only way to deal with it. Letting yourself feel anything that's not happiness has such a negative stigma in society, and you're fed bullshit by so many outlets. I just take a step back from it all. When I have the time to stay home, I stay home. Sometimes I sit in silence for days, and I don't talk to anybody. It's just about finding what works for you."

Emma didn't think twice about handing the microphone off to Dylan. She had never been opposed to talking about her own struggles, but it was a conversation controversial to some, and her emotions were so heavily guarded it was hard to express them at times. Sprayberry offered Emma a genuine smile before he tried to find his own remedies at the tip of his tongue.

She didn't really listen to much to what her other former cast-mates said, busy picking at the skin around her nails and starring off into the audience. Miniscule details were catching her attention, her heart beating in her ears. She wasn't good at being vulnerable, or listening to other people being vulnerable. She had gotten better at it, but it was still able to make her antsy.

That was the last question of the panel, and happily Emma accepted Dylan's hand when he helped her down the stage stairs. His touch had brought her out of the distracted daze she'd fallen into, but the topic still weighed heavily on her. She pulled her phone from the waistband of her pants, frowning curiously when she noticed that Logan hadn't sent her any messages.

When they rounded the corner to a green room, Emma was slightly taken aback to see Logan smiling sheepishly. Her baby was wide away, suckling on a pacifier and playing with her fingers, no sign of a nap in her wide blue eyes.

"You left with my phone." Logan held up the phone in her hands, proving to Emma that the phone she'd been checking all morning hadn't been her own. She hadn't even realized that the case and background was different, to caught up with everything else going on. "And I couldn't get into yours, because you changed the password, again."

Ellery and Dylan both made an advance for the baby at the same time, glaring at each other childishly. Everly didn't mind the attention though, soft coos falling from around her pacifier.

"Did she nap at all?" Emma sighed, switching Logan's phone for her own when she came close enough to the blonde. "I swear if you leave me with an overtired baby later, I'll have your head."

Logan rolled her eyes, "Princess here decided she wanted to sleep until ten this morning." Emma gaped at the news, looking over at her baby with a betrayed gleam. Dylan had her cuddled up into his chest, hands softly caressing's her thin and fragile hair.

"Ten?" Emma whined. She was lucky if Everly slept in past seven. She had quickly learned how to do basic house chores with a baby on in her embrace. "You going to head back to the hotel?"

Logan had mentioned a trip to the shops yesterday, so Emma wouldn't be surprised if she came back to the hotel later and her daughter had an entirely new wardrobe. Logan didn't even need to answer for Emma to roll her eyes. "Don't buy all of France, please." She bargained.

"I'll try not to babes." Logan reached for Everly, hardly bothered by the teary gleam she received. "Say bye to Mommy." Emma pressed a kiss to the babies head before Logan and Evie were gone again, off to spend too much money on tiny shoes and clothes.

Her mood had improved greatly, turning to give Dylan a wide grin and pull him over to the large stack of sweets. Shelley was already rummaging through them with Froy, extending a chocolate covered wafer to Emma the second she approached.

This was exactly the place she wanted to be.

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