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DAENERYS TARGARYEN APPRECIATION WEEK 2023

Day 4: Character Parallels → Rhaena the Black Bride and Daenerys Stormborn

The Queen in the West:

In the Red Keep of King’s Landing sat the Queen Regent Alyssa, widow of the late King Aenys, mother to his son Jaehaerys, and wife to the King’s Hand, Rogar Baratheon. Just across Blackwater Bay on Dragonstone, a younger queen had arisen when Alyssa’s daughter Alysanne, a maid of thirteen years, had pledged her troth to her brother King Jaehaerys, against the wishes of her mother and her mother’s lord husband. And far to the west on Fair Isle, with the whole width of Westeros separating her from both mother and sister, was Alyssa’s eldest daughter, the dragonrider Rhaena Targaryen, widow of Prince Aegon the Uncrowned. In the westerlands, riverlands, and parts of the Reach, men were already calling her the Queen in the West. - A Surfeit of Rulers, Fire and Blood

Dany knew she would take more than a hundred, if she took any at all. "Remind your Good Master of who I am. Remind him that I am Daenerys Stormborn, Mother of Dragons, the Unburnt, trueborn queen of the Seven Kingdoms of Westeros. My blood is the blood of Aegon the Conqueror, and of old Valyria before him." - Daenerys II, A Storm of Swords

Three Husbands:

Rhaena was married to Aegon the Uncrowned, Maegor the Cruel and Androw Farman.

Her silver was trotting through the grass, to a darkling stream beneath a sea of stars. A corpse stood at the prow of a ship, eyes bright in his dead face, grey lips smiling sadly. A blue flower grew from a chink in a wall of ice, and filled the air with sweetness. . . . mother of dragons, bride of fire . . . – Daenerys IV, A Clash of Kings

The Queen in the East:

“Done,” the king said…mayhaps too hastily, for it must be remembered that Aerea Targaryen, a girl of eight, was his own acknowledged successor, heir apparent to the Iron Throne. The consequences of this decision would not be known for years to come, however. For the nonce it was done, and the Queen in the West at a stroke became the Queen in the East. - A Time of Testing: The Realm Remade, Fire and Blood

"The best calumnies are spiced with truth," suggested Qavo, "but the girl's true sin cannot be denied. This arrogant child has taken it upon herself to smash the slave trade, but that traffic was never confined to Slaver's Bay. It was part of the sea of trade that spanned the world, and the dragon queen has clouded the water. Behind the Black Wall, lords of ancient blood sleep poorly, listening as their kitchen slaves sharpen their long knives. Slaves grow our food, clean our streets, teach our young. They guard our walls, row our galleys, fight our battles. And now when they look east, they see this young queen shining from afar, this breaker of chains. The Old Blood cannot suffer that. Poor men hate her too. Even the vilest beggar stands higher than a slave. This dragon queen would rob him of that consolation." - Tyrion VI, A Dance with Dragons

Refusing to Cry

When word of the battle reached the west and Princess Rhaena learned that both her husband and her friend Lady Melony had fallen, it is said she heard the news in a stony silence. “Will you not weep?” she was asked, to which she replied, “I do not have the time for tears.” - The Sons of the Dragon, Fire and Blood

His business done, the captain of the Indigo Star bowed and took his leave. Dany shifted uncomfortably on the ebony bench. She dreaded what must come next, yet she knew she had put it off too long already. Yunkai and Astapor, threats of war, marriage proposals, the march west looming over all . . . I need my knights. I need their swords, and I need their counsel. Yet the thought of seeing Jorah Mormont again made her feel as if she'd swallowed a spoonful of flies; angry, agitated, sick. She could almost feel them buzzing round her belly. I am the blood of the dragon. I must be strong. I must have fire in my eyes when I face them, not tears. "Tell Belwas to bring my knights," Dany commanded, before she could change her mind. "My good knights." - Daenerys VI, A Storm of Swords

Gains Confidence After Bonding with a Dragon:

At the age of nine, however, Rhaena was presented with a hatchling from the pits of Dragonstone, and she and the young dragon she named Dreamfyre bonded instantly. With her dragon beside her, the princess slowly began to grow out of her shyness; at the age of twelve she took to the skies for the first time, and thereafter, though she remained a quiet girl, no one dared to call her timid. - The Sons of the Dragon, Fire and Blood

Day followed day, and night followed night, until Dany knew she could not endure a moment longer. She would kill herself rather than go on, she decided one night … Yet when she slept that night, she dreamt the dragon dream again. Viserys was not in it this time. There was only her and the dragon. Its scales were black as night, wet and slick with blood. Her blood, Dany sensed. Its eyes were pools of molten magma, and when it opened its mouth, the flame came roaring out in a hot jet. She could hear it singing to her. She opened her arms to the fire, embraced it, let it swallow her whole, let it cleanse her and temper her and scour her clean. She could feel her flesh sear and blacken and slough away, could feel her blood boil and turn to steam, and yet there was no pain. She felt strong and new and fierce. And the next day, strangely, she did not seem to hurt quite so much. It was as if the gods had heard her and taken pity. Even her handmaids noticed the change. "Khaleesi," Jhiqui said, "what is wrong? Are you sick?" "I was," she answered, standing over the dragon's eggs that Illyrio had given her when she wed. She touched one, the largest of the three, running her hand lightly over the shell. Black-and-scarlet, she thought, like the dragon in my dream. The stone felt strangely warm beneath her fingers … or was she still dreaming? She pulled her hand back nervously. - Daenerys III, A Game of Thrones

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whore-era · 1 year

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hii could you make a pornstar!ellie x reader imagine with any storyline! or a pornstar!ellie x reader headcanons? i absolutely love your work especially your ellie imagines! <3

pornstar!ellie headcanon: comforting her girlfriend 18+

not sure if this was what anon was asking, but this is what i came up with! enjoy!! mentions sex and bdsm/kinks, beware

under the alias, ellie sins (lets not talk about it), ellie williams never thought she'd find a stable and healthy relationship because of her career, but here you were, the girlfriend of one of the most infamous pornstars under the 'lesbian' category on any adult site.

being a pornstar's girlfriend brought out some unprecedented feelings you never thought you'd experience, insecurity.

of course you'd feel insecure, she fucked beautiful, sexy women for a LIVING

getting off from work and climbing into your shared bed inside your shared apartment, ellie greets you with a cuddle, "hey beautiful, how was your day?", she asks pressing a kiss behind your shoulder, "mmm, 'twas alright. just did some errands and picked up some groceries— oh! i found those animal crackers you loved so much so i picked those up," you smile, and her eyes light up. "yes! thank you, babe," biting your lip anxiously, your curiosity gets the best of you, "how was your day at work?" ellie turns over in bed to look at the ceiling, "oh, you know— same old, same old. just filmed another scene today." "how was it?" "it was fine, don't really feel like talking about it. it wore me out."

you tried not to pry about what went on when she was filming, but you couldn't help it. ellie has voiced that she never really liked talking about what she did at work in general, and she always reminded you that what she filmed and what people watched in private was never the same as the 'real thing'.

curiosity killed the cat, and you just had to search. ellie sins.

numerous thumbnails of her fucking gorgeous, more appealing women popped up, sending you down a hole. video after video played on your phone, ellie sins was dominant, degrading, controlling, and aggressive. the girls she would work with were stunning and fit and sensual and experienced and — not you. you began to have doubts about why ellie was with you in the first place.

"baby? you okay?," ellie asks, snapping you out of your deep thought, "you've been quiet ever since i got home. anything on your mind, sweet girl?" she queries. you hesitate to answer, not wanting her to know that you were watching her videos, but you were overwhelmed with emotion.

you burst into tears and covered your face with your hands, the cuffs of your sleeves over your fingers. "baby. hey, hey, hey," ellie takes you in her arms, "what's wrong? c'mon, tell me." she gently takes hold of your wrists, pulling them apart to reveal your face — all red and flushed, eyes puffy and wet with tears.

"i-i'm sorry, els," you hiccup, "i know you don't like talking about work— and i was curious—" hiccup, "and i just had to search—" hiccup, "and i watched some videos—"

the realization hits ellie, "you watched some of my videos?" she interrupts your ramble. you nod, and she lets out a chuckle, "if you were so curious about what i did, why didn't you ask?" you look down, fiddling with your fingers, "'cus it seems like you never wanna talk about it." a small smile forms on ellie's face and she takes you in her lap, "well, yea, silly girl. my type of work drains me dry and when i'm with you, i just wanna focus on you and you only." "yea, well, you're working with these sexy and experienced girls all day," you confess, "they're so pretty and curvy and fit and—"

ellie cuts you off with a kiss, "they aren't you," she whispers, pulling away, "they don't have your warm eyes or your adorable nose. they don't have your amazing fucking body, stretch marks and all. they don't sing to ice spice in the kitchen while they make dinner. they don't road rage like you do when someone cuts them off on the freeway," her compliment elicits a giggle from you, "those girls i work with, they're cool and all, but they could never compare to you, baby."

"how 'bout we do this. you come with me to work tomorrow and see what i really do on the daily?"

"AND CUT!" the loud shout of the woman causes ellie and her co-star, cat, to stop and pull away. under the hot, fluorescent studio lights combined with the numerous people watching and the repetitive amount of takes, you then realize that porn isn't really like how it is online. it's actually, super awkward and exhausting work to perform. you would pat every pornstar on the back if you could.

bringing ellie her robe and a bottle of water, she slips it on and uncaps the water, gulping it down. "you did really great, babe! i'm so proud!" you dote, giving her a kiss on the cheek, evoking a smile from her. "thank you, baby," she responds. "i never knew someone could squirt so much! like wow, it just kept spurting out, i thought she would've passed out from dehydration," you express in amusement, gaining a loud laugh from your girlfriend. "yea, it's all just effects and stimulants. not so fun."

ellie's co-star, cat, appears in front of you, donned in a silk robe with mascara streams still down her face from the amount of times ellie fucked her ass with the strap. "oh my god!! you must be the girlfriend!" cat exclaims, she pulls you in for a tight hug. "i've heard so much about you! it's so nice to finally put a face to the name!" and the two of you indulge in conversation, discovering that you and co-star indeed had a lot in common.

watching from a distance, ellie watches you interact with cat. her heart swelled in her chest, grateful that she took the risk of dating instead of letting her career hold her back. ellie was lucky to have met someone as understanding and amazing as you, and she was even more thankful that you were open to getting to know her world. and she would spend the rest of the time that you two are together reminding you that no matter how many girls she works with on a daily basis, that she'll always come home to you.

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ereardon · 1 year

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My Girl [Jake "Hangman" Seresin x OC]

Summary: Jake Seresin could be the answer to all of your dating woes. He’s the full package: steady job, mature, dependable, attractive to a fault. The polar opposite of every guy your age and he’s everything you’ve ever wanted in a partner. But there’s one roadblock: he’s a single father to four-year-old Ellie. Jake is looking for a level of commitment you’re not quite sure you’re ready to give, and he’s not willing to bring someone into his daughter’s life who isn’t there for the long haul. And even if you are stepmom material, is Jake ready to let someone back in his life while still mourning the recent loss of his late wife?

Pairing: Jake “Hangman” Seresin x OC [Lawyer Natalie West]

WC: 3.7K

Warning: Age gap, cursing

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“Excuse me, ma’am?”

You turned to see the most stunningly attractive man you’d ever seen in real life standing not four feet away holding two boxed cake mixes, one in each hand, with a confused frown etched across his tanned face. “Yes?” you answered, stepping closer, thankful you had chosen to wear a dress to the store instead of your usual yoga pants and dirty sweatshirt.

He held out the boxes. “Which of these would you rather eat?”

You turned your gaze to the boxes. One was a banana cake mix from Dolly Parton’s line with Duncan Hines. The other was a holiday spice cake mix. You looked up at him and squinted. It was early September. “Um.”

He read the hesitation in your voice and cracked a smile. “You can say neither.”

“Oh, thank God,” you breathed out, which elicited a laugh from him. Leaning over, you grabbed the boxes from his hands and pressed them back on the shelves, lifting up a funfetti mix and handing it to him. “Alright, it’s basic, but a crowd favorite. Not sure who you’re making the cake for, but anyone who doesn’t like funfetti is a psychopath so this should cover all your bases.”

He looked at the box before placing it carefully in his grocery cart. You spotted a few candles, some ice cream, eggs, milk. All of the makings of a birthday cake. “Thank you,” he said, leaning against the cart. He had piercing green eyes that were locked on yours, and a casual stance in his joggers and t-shirt that exuded a cocky kind of confidence you found only made its way to men in their thirties. You two were the only ones in the baking aisle. It was eight in the morning on a Saturday, not exactly prime grocery shopping time.

“No problem,” you said, shifting away, back toward your cart. “Hope you enjoy the cake.”

There was a pause in the air before his voice pulled you back in. “Can I get your opinion on frosting, too? Since you’re such an expert, and I’m obviously in need.”

You giggled, and stepped back closer, standing directly in front of the canned frosting, eyeing them carefully. He stepped behind you, close enough that you could almost feel his breath on your shoulder, and it made your skin tingle without him even touching you. If it had been any other random guy, you would have been disgusted by his proximity. But he was different. Light stubble, soft blonde hair that was slightly longer on top, a pair of aviator shades hooked in the front of his plain shirt. He looked like a walking magazine ad and you were shocked he was giving you the time of day.

“I think,” you murmured, reaching forward and grabbing a container, “I would go with chocolate. A little unconventional, if you want to be traditional you would do vanilla. But I’m a chocolate girl.”

Turning around, you went to hand the frosting to him but his hand was already on your wrist, sliding down your fingers slowly to take the canister away from you. You looked up to see him smiling at you. It was almost sinful how good he looked so early in the morning. Quickly, your eyes flickered down. No wedding band. “Thank you,” he said softly, and if anyone had turned down the aisle they would see a thirty-something blond man looming mere inches from a small blonde in a maxi dress, eyes locked in a silent but heated conversation.

“I’m Natalie,” you whispered.

He pulled back after a moment. “Jake.”

Your heart was doing sprints in your chest. You watched as he dropped the chocolate frosting into his cart before scratching at his neck awkwardly.

“I know this probably sounds weird but, would you want to get a coffee sometime?” he asked and you saw that cocky demeanor falter for a moment as his eyes searched your face for an initial reaction. “Unless you’re involved?” Jake trailed off, waiting for your response.

You shook your head and watched his smile begin to cave in, realizing that the head motion had made it seem like you were in a relationship which you definitely were not. “No, sorry!” you rushed, holding up your hands in a panic. “I mean, yes, I’d love to get coffee with you and no, I’m not involved with anyone.” It came out in a flustered jumble and you wanted to smash your head into the bags of powdered sugar to your right to avoid Jake’s smirk.

Jake laughed. It was unrestrained, genuine. It made you feel like you could trust him. “You’re absolutely adorable.”

You groaned and he laughed again, holding out his unlocked phone.

“Here,” Jake said. “Put your number in, I’ll call you.”

Call. It was such a small thing, and it only went to reiterate that your standards had taken on a subterranean level low over the last few years. But twenty-six-year-old guys didn’t call. They texted, and when they did it was at eleven o’clock at night, three drinks deep in a shitty Irish pub. You were tired of dating boys your age.

Jake was obviously not a boy. Your fingers flew over the keyboard, typing in your contact, and when you handed it back to him he raised an eyebrow. “Natalie West.”

You nodded.

His eyes twinkled. “I’ll call you.”

You smiled, tossing him one last look over your shoulder before sauntering back to your cart. “Enjoy the cake!”

Exiting the store, you slipped on a pair of sunglasses and unloaded your groceries into the car. Once you had settled in the driver’s seat, you felt your phone buzz and you pulled it out, a number with a strange area code lighting up the screen.

“Hello?” you said into the phone, hesitant of another telemarketing scheme but concerned that it could be a client so you answered anyway.

“Natalie West,” Jake drawled and your mouth dropped open. You hadn’t expected him to call so soon, or at all. “When can I take you for that coffee?”

You leaned back against the seat. “What are you doing tomorrow?”

***

It was fifteen minutes after four. He was late. You hadn’t expected that from him. The two of you had only interacted for five or so minutes at the grocery store, but he had all of the makings of a gentleman. The slight Southern twang, the fancy watch and casual demeanor. The birthday cake materials for God’s sake. When was the last time Sam had even considered making a birthday cake from scratch? Probably never, unless it was for his mother. You shuddered at the thought.

Just as you were about to pull out your phone and text him, the door swung open and you saw Jake look around, eyes wide. He spotted you in the corner and rushed over, wearing a pair of chino shorts and a short sleeve button down that showed off his tanned, muscular arms. There was a frazzled air that clung to him, a significant contrast to the calm demeanor he had embodied at the grocery store.

“Natalie,” he said, kissing your cheek as you stood to greet him and you felt the buzz of his stubble on your skin as he pulled away. “I am so sorry, honestly. I’m usually never late. I’m annoyingly on time most days. This is an anomaly, I promise.”

You sat down, brushing your fingers over your high waisted shorts and smiled. “It’s alright. Strike one, but you have two left. Not to give you any ideas.”

He flashed an electric grin, spotted the nearly empty iced coffee in front of you. “Fuck, let me buy your second coffee, please?” There was a bit of pleading in his eyes. For the first time you noticed small crows feet near the edges of his eyes when he smiled, or in this case grimaced. “Again, I’m so sorry.”

You reached over and placed a small hand on his, your pink nails and fingertips pressing down reassuringly against his taunt skin. Jake looked down at your hand and then back up at you, noticeably calmer. “Jake, it’s fine. Seriously. Take a breath.”

He sunk back into the chair and sucked in a deep breath. “Thank you. I needed that.”

You smiled, retracting your hand, but not before Jake grabbed it with his fingers, giving you a squeeze. It was a familiar gesture, like you had known each other for years. “Iced oat latte, if you’re going up.”

Jake grinned and stood, and you admired him as he walked toward the counter in his tight shorts.

“So, why were you late?” you asked when he returned to the table, coffees in hand. You silently noted that he drank black iced coffee. It felt like a douchebag choice, like an MBA candidate who wanted to lecture you on the hazards of the Fed’s rate hike rollout plans, but for him it somehow worked.

There was a small, almost unnoticeable moment when Jake froze. And then it was gone. “Just, uh, scheduling issues on my end,” he said after a split second. “Sorry again.”

You shook your head. “Don’t worry about it. I only made it on time because I have this obsessive need to scope out parking for places I’ve never been before, so I left ten minutes earlier than I needed to.”

He chuckled and took a sip of coffee. “So, Natalie, what do you do?”

“I’m a lawyer.” It still felt weird to say.

Jake raised his eyebrows. “Wow, really?”

“You look surprised.”

“You just look, well, young, I guess.” For a second, you worried that perhaps your age was the draw for him. That all he wanted was a good hot fuck, twenty minutes of pleasure, before he tossed you out on your ass still wearing a state school pledge week t-shirt that you had yet to retire.

“I’m twenty-six.”

“God,” Jake groaned, running his hands through his hair. “I was a fucking mess at twenty-six.”

“And how long ago was that?” you asked, leaning over the small marble table. “Twenty years ago? Or just fifteen?”

His green eyes lit up. “You’re quippy. I like that.”

You shrugged. “But seriously, how old are you grandpa?”

He grimaced again and you laughed. “I’m thirty-five.”

Almost a decade older than you. You took a sip of your coffee to avoid saying anything too snippy in response. What did a thirty-five-year-old possibly want with you except sex? And why did that not bother you so much? Your eyes roamed over the canvas that was his body. He looked straight out of a Roman art history textbook about sculpture.

“What kind of law?”

“The boring kind,” you replied softly. “Finance. I work in-house for a fund manager.”

Jake’s eyebrows shot up. “Everything you’ve said in the last two minutes has impressed me.”

You let out a laugh and watched his eyes light up. Despite the age difference, he was easy to get along with. “Alright, now tell me some stuff about you. I feel like this is a one-sided job interview and I’m being grilled.”

He ran a hand through his hair. “Um, I’m from Texas. I’ve lived here for about six years now. I’m stationed out at Top Gun.”

You nodded. You’d lived in San Diego long enough to know the Navy’s base on North Island, but until yesterday you had yet to meet anyone who actually worked there. “So what do you do?” you asked. “Sorry, I know literally nothing about the Navy.”

Jake’s lips quirked up on one side. “I’m an aviator. A jet pilot. But mostly now I’m just an instructor.”

A pilot. God, that explained the physique, the effortless charm that oozed out of his pores. It also explained why he was at the grocery store buying cake mix at eight in the morning. He probably had just as terrible of a work schedule as you did.

“Does that buy me cool points?” he asked breezily and you smiled.

“Oh, definitely.”

There was a relaxed charm about him. Two hours passed and you almost forgot that before he had walked through the door you had essentially been strangers. Being with Jake felt easier than you had expected.

He looked down at his watch, eyes growing wide. “Shit, Natalie, I’m so sorry but I have to run.”

You stood up and he placed a large, warm hand on your back, guiding you outside in front of him, opening the door and ushering you through. The temperature had dipped a few degrees since you had arrived, but it was still balmy outside.

The door snapped shut and you turned to Jake. He gave you a soft smile that pulled on the corner of his lips, revealing pearly white teeth.

The two of you stood there outside the coffee shop on the sidewalk for what felt like ages. A palpable tension had settled in the space between your bodies. You kept looking to Jake to make a move, say something, but he looked like he was at a loss for words.

Taking a deep breath, you stepped forward, pressing one hand to his upper arm where his shirt sleeve ended. You tilted your head back, standing on tiptoes to graze your lips softly against his. His eyes flashed open in surprise, hand reaching out and only finding air as you pulled back just as quickly as you had leaned forward.

“I wasn’t sure you were going to go for it, so I thought I would,” you said softly and Jake pushed one hand into his shorts pocket.

“I’m not very good at this,” he admitted after a moment, hanging his head. The suave persona had washed away and the man standing in front of you looked almost timid.

“What’s this?” you asked.

“Dating,” he replied instantly. “It’s been a while.”

You nodded. You knew a divorced man when you saw one. “If it’s any consolation, you’re doing just fine.”

He smiled, reaching out one hand and brushing his thumb over your cheek. “I really do have to go,” he murmured. “But I’d like to see you again. If I haven’t completely turned you off by not even knowing that I should kiss you at the end of a date.”

You let out a small giggle. “You didn’t ruin anything.”

“Goodbye, Natalie West,” he murmured, stepping closer and whispering it into your ear. You shivered as he pulled away, his fingertips brushing your waist, before he stepped out into the road, looking both ways and jogging over to a silver Range Rover parked on the other side of the street. “I’ll call you!”

You shook your head, laughing. “You better!”

***

Jake did, in fact, call. He called every night for two weeks. You spent at least an hour every night talking to him on the phone. Usually you had your Airpods in, folding laundry or doing the dishes, all of the chores that you never got around to during the day when it was purely paperwork and meetings and doing favors for partners.

Jake called at ten o’clock on the dot every night, Monday through Sunday. You learned that he had a dog named Coconut, an old Border Collie, and that he grew up with three sisters on a ranch outside Austin and that he had almost died in a skydiving accident where his parachute very nearly refused to open. You told him about how you had almost passed out waiting to see the results of the bar exam, and how when you were seven you rolled out of bed in your sleep and hit your head on the nightstand, which left you with a small scar down your right cheek.

He was unlike the other guys you had dated. There were a handful of online or app dates, each just as bad, if not worse, than the next. One had asked you on a second date and you almost accepted, before you found his mugshot online for drunk and disorderly conduct. Another had been a resident physician who was probably the most boring man you had ever met, and who loved to talk about himself more than Kanye.

And then there was Sam, your most recent ex. You had met in your second year of law school while on the law review together. It was good, at first. Never great. When school ended, he moved to San Francisco and you stayed in San Diego. Less than four months after he moved, you found out he was sleeping with another associate at his firm.

Jake was a breath of fresh air. He had none of the childish antics that had dominated the personalities of Sam and the other guys you had dated. If he made a promise, he stuck to it.

You saw each other three more times over the course of the two weeks. Another coffee and two dinners. He had stepped forward and kissed you after the coffee date, leaning back and cupping your face in one of his large hands.

“Forgive me,” he murmured. “I’m still getting used to this whole dating thing.”

“You’re getting better,” you said, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him in close.

After the first dinner, Jake drove you home, pressed you up against the archway of your front door, one hand sliding around the waist of your jeans and up underneath your shirt against your bare back. You had moaned into his lips, felt him harden in his trousers where he was pressed against you. Finally, he pulled back. “Goodnight, Natalie,” he whispered and you pouted.

“Can’t you come in?” you begged.

He shook his head. “I wish, baby. But I have to get home.”

You nodded and he watched from the walkway as you stepped inside, closing and locking the door.

After the second date, you sat in the passenger seat of his Range Rover, Jake’s hand hot on your bare thigh underneath the short hem of your dress. “Jake?” you whispered into his mouth.

“Yeah baby?”

“Where are you always rushing off to?” you asked softly.

He pulled back and you tried to prepare yourself mentally for the worst outcome. That he was married. Or that he lived at home with his mother in a basement, although realistically you knew that his mother still lived back in Texas.

“I’m sorry,” you said after a moment of silence, sitting back in the seat and fiddling with the strap of your Prada shoulder bag. “I’m prying.”

Jake shook his head. “No, not at all. You deserve to know.”

You sucked in a breath. He looked pensive.

“I have a daughter. Ellie. She’s four.”

“Oh.” You let out the breath. That you hadn’t expected.

Jake’s face glowed softly under the moonlight that slid in at an angle across the windshield from where you were parked outside your townhouse. “I wasn’t sure how to tell you, or when would be a good time. But I have a daughter. That’s why I have to keep such a strict schedule. She’s at day care during the day, and then a nanny picks her up when I can’t get off of work. She goes to sleep around eight, which is why whenever I call, it's after that.”

Everything clicked into place. You snuck a peak behind you to the second row of seats and saw a small doll lying on the floor mat behind the driver’s seat. How had you missed that?

“Natalie?” Jake asked softly. “Can you tell me what you’re thinking please?”

“I’m just surprised I guess.”

He frowned. “Is this a deal breaker for you?”

“No!” you rushed out and he smiled lightly. “It’s just, I’ve never dated someone with a kid before.”

Jake smiled. “She’s easy, I promise. But I know it’s not for everyone, so I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner. If you want to stop seeing each other, I completely understand.”

You shifted forward, taking Jake’s head into your hands and pressing your lips to his softly. He was by far the best kisser you had ever known. Soft, warm lips carefully moving against yours, his tongue exploring your mouth gently.

Finally, you pulled away.

“I really don’t want to stop seeing you,” you murmured.

“Good,” Jake said, opening his door and stepping out, walking around the truck and opening the passenger door, offering you his hand. You walked hand-in-hand to the front door, and as you opened your bag to pull out your keys, Jake’s voice stopped you short. “What are you doing on Thursday night?”

You leaned against the door. “Depends on what you’re about to ask.”

He grinned. “I’d like to have you over.”

“To your house?”

He nodded. “It’s Ellie’s birthday on Thursday. I’d love for you to meet her.”

Your eyes widened. “Are you sure? Isn’t that like a big deal?”

Jake wrapped his arms around you, pulling you in tighter. “I’m positive. I want you to meet her, and she’ll never be as happy as she is on her birthday.”

Your arms snaked around his neck, one hand rubbing at the nape of his neck. Jake started to practically purr in your ear. “I’ll be there.”

He leaned down, locking you in a kiss, slotting his knee between your legs and you audibly moaned against his mouth as your core ground down against him. The two of you had yet to do anything more than make out, but your body was screaming for him from every pore.

When Jake pulled away, you swore you saw a hint of hesitation in his eyes. But then you blinked and it was gone.

He squeezed your hand. “So, Thursday?”

You nodded, putting the key in the door and turning the lock. Once you were inside, you leaned out through the door frame. “Wait, Jake!”

He stopped and turned on the path back to his truck. “Yeah baby?”

“What the hell kind of gift do I buy for a four-year-old?”

A/N: This is the first time I'm working on two series fics simultaneously, so will be slower to update than previous series! Also this is a storyline that's just close to my heart, as I was raised by a single dad for most of my life so Dad Jake really gets me in the feels!

Tag list: @xoxabs88xox @hotch-meeeeeuppppp @abaker74 @novagreen04 @townmoondaltwistle @rosiahills22 @indynerdgirl @entertainmentgal8 @misshoneypaper @topguncultleader @double-j @amortentiadrops

#jake hangman fic #jake hangman imagine #jake seresin x oc #hangman fanfiction #hangman top gun #top gun imagine #top gun maverick imagine #top gun fanfiction #hangman x oc #jake x oc

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My Girl [Jake "Hangman" Seresin x OC]

Pairing: Jake “Hangman” Seresin x OC [Lawyer Natalie West]

WC: 3.7K

Warning: Age gap, cursing

Also see on my original page here

“Excuse me, ma’am?”

He held out the boxes. “Which of these would you rather eat?”

He read the hesitation in your voice and cracked a smile. “You can say neither.”

“No problem,” you said, shifting away, back toward your cart. “Hope you enjoy the cake.”

There was a pause in the air before his voice pulled you back in. “Can I get your opinion on frosting, too? Since you’re such an expert, and I’m obviously in need.”

“I’m Natalie,” you whispered.

He pulled back after a moment. “Jake.”

Your heart was doing sprints in your chest. You watched as he dropped the chocolate frosting into his cart before scratching at his neck awkwardly.

Jake laughed. It was unrestrained, genuine. It made you feel like you could trust him. “You’re absolutely adorable.”

You groaned and he laughed again, holding out his unlocked phone.

“Here,” Jake said. “Put your number in, I’ll call you.”

Jake was obviously not a boy. Your fingers flew over the keyboard, typing in your contact, and when you handed it back to him he raised an eyebrow. “Natalie West.”

You nodded.

His eyes twinkled. “I’ll call you.”

You smiled, tossing him one last look over your shoulder before sauntering back to your cart. “Enjoy the cake!”

“Hello?” you said into the phone, hesitant of another telemarketing scheme but concerned that it could be a client so you answered anyway.

“Natalie West,” Jake drawled and your mouth dropped open. You hadn’t expected him to call so soon, or at all. “When can I take you for that coffee?”

You leaned back against the seat. “What are you doing tomorrow?”

***

You sat down, brushing your fingers over your high waisted shorts and smiled. “It’s alright. Strike one, but you have two left. Not to give you any ideas.”

He sunk back into the chair and sucked in a deep breath. “Thank you. I needed that.”

Jake grinned and stood, and you admired him as he walked toward the counter in his tight shorts.

There was a small, almost unnoticeable moment when Jake froze. And then it was gone. “Just, uh, scheduling issues on my end,” he said after a split second. “Sorry again.”

He chuckled and took a sip of coffee. “So, Natalie, what do you do?”

“I’m a lawyer.” It still felt weird to say.

Jake raised his eyebrows. “Wow, really?”

“You look surprised.”

“I’m twenty-six.”

“God,” Jake groaned, running his hands through his hair. “I was a fucking mess at twenty-six.”

“And how long ago was that?” you asked, leaning over the small marble table. “Twenty years ago? Or just fifteen?”

His green eyes lit up. “You’re quippy. I like that.”

You shrugged. “But seriously, how old are you grandpa?”

He grimaced again and you laughed. “I’m thirty-five.”

“What kind of law?”

“The boring kind,” you replied softly. “Finance. I work in-house for a fund manager.”

Jake’s eyebrows shot up. “Everything you’ve said in the last two minutes has impressed me.”

He ran a hand through his hair. “Um, I’m from Texas. I’ve lived here for about six years now. I’m stationed out at Top Gun.”

Jake’s lips quirked up on one side. “I’m an aviator. A jet pilot. But mostly now I’m just an instructor.”

“Does that buy me cool points?” he asked breezily and you smiled.

“Oh, definitely.”

He looked down at his watch, eyes growing wide. “Shit, Natalie, I’m so sorry but I have to run.”

The door snapped shut and you turned to Jake. He gave you a soft smile that pulled on the corner of his lips, revealing pearly white teeth.

“I wasn’t sure you were going to go for it, so I thought I would,” you said softly and Jake pushed one hand into his shorts pocket.

“I’m not very good at this,” he admitted after a moment, hanging his head. The suave persona had washed away and the man standing in front of you looked almost timid.

“What’s this?” you asked.

“Dating,” he replied instantly. “It’s been a while.”

You nodded. You knew a divorced man when you saw one. “If it’s any consolation, you’re doing just fine.”

You let out a small giggle. “You didn’t ruin anything.”

You shook your head, laughing. “You better!”

***

Jake was a breath of fresh air. He had none of the childish antics that had dominated the personalities of Sam and the other guys you had dated. If he made a promise, he stuck to it.

“Forgive me,” he murmured. “I’m still getting used to this whole dating thing.”

“You’re getting better,” you said, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him in close.

“Can’t you come in?” you begged.

He shook his head. “I wish, baby. But I have to get home.”

You nodded and he watched from the walkway as you stepped inside, closing and locking the door.

After the second date, you sat in the passenger seat of his Range Rover, Jake’s hand hot on your bare thigh underneath the short hem of your dress. “Jake?” you whispered into his mouth.

“Yeah baby?”

“Where are you always rushing off to?” you asked softly.

“I’m sorry,” you said after a moment of silence, sitting back in the seat and fiddling with the strap of your Prada shoulder bag. “I’m prying.”

Jake shook his head. “No, not at all. You deserve to know.”

You sucked in a breath. He looked pensive.

“I have a daughter. Ellie. She’s four.”

“Oh.” You let out the breath. That you hadn’t expected.

Everything clicked into place. You snuck a peak behind you to the second row of seats and saw a small doll lying on the floor mat behind the driver’s seat. How had you missed that?

“Natalie?” Jake asked softly. “Can you tell me what you’re thinking please?”

“I’m just surprised I guess.”

He frowned. “Is this a deal breaker for you?”

“No!” you rushed out and he smiled lightly. “It’s just, I’ve never dated someone with a kid before.”

Jake smiled. “She’s easy, I promise. But I know it’s not for everyone, so I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner. If you want to stop seeing each other, I completely understand.”

Finally, you pulled away.

“I really don’t want to stop seeing you,” you murmured.

You leaned against the door. “Depends on what you’re about to ask.”

He grinned. “I’d like to have you over.”

“To your house?”

He nodded. “It’s Ellie’s birthday on Thursday. I’d love for you to meet her.”

Your eyes widened. “Are you sure? Isn’t that like a big deal?”

Jake wrapped his arms around you, pulling you in tighter. “I’m positive. I want you to meet her, and she’ll never be as happy as she is on her birthday.”

Your arms snaked around his neck, one hand rubbing at the nape of his neck. Jake started to practically purr in your ear. “I’ll be there.”

When Jake pulled away, you swore you saw a hint of hesitation in his eyes. But then you blinked and it was gone.

He squeezed your hand. “So, Thursday?”

You nodded, putting the key in the door and turning the lock. Once you were inside, you leaned out through the door frame. “Wait, Jake!”

He stopped and turned on the path back to his truck. “Yeah baby?”

“What the hell kind of gift do I buy for a four-year-old?”

#jake seresin #top gun hangman #hangman fic #jake seresin x reader #top gun fanfiction #top gun imagine #top gun #hangman x oc #hangman fluff

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skezzzoutofservice · 8 months

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Guys I can fix him pls one chance /hj HELLOOOO I WAS BORED AND WELL, I MADE THIS, Bill Dickey on my style (and also in 2023 bc why not), I'm starting to get obsessed w welcome to Eltingville, i need to read the comics. Anyways, here's our little geek with no bitches (Also! lil hc's: - He probably says that he's a sigma male or sm like that, and also says that he doesn't need a girl on his life, and then when he sees a pretty girl near him he becomes a total mess - He thinks that all the girls in the world are or should be built like Ice Spice or like the average woman drawn by a Newgrounds artist, big badoonkaz and big booty - FRECKLES BC YEAH) ESP:

Chicos puedo arreglarlo pls una oportunidad /hj HOLAAAAAAAA ESTABA ABURRIDO Y BUEH, HICE ESTO, Bill Dickey en mi estilo (y tambien en 2023 pq, pq no?), estoy empezando a obsesionarme con Welcome to Eltingville, necesito leer los comics.

De todos modos, aquí está nuestro pequeño geek sin bitches

(Unos pequeños hc's:

Probablemente dice que es un macho sigma o algo así, y también dice que no necesita una chica en su vida, y luego cuando ve a una chica guapa cerca de él se convierte en un desastre total.

Piensa que todas las chicas del mundo son o deberían ser como Ice Spice o como la mujer promedio dibujada por un artista de Newgrounds, badoonkaz grande y gran poto

PECAS PQ SI)

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1000-year-old-virgin · 5 months

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200 Best Songs of 2023

Janine - If I Call *FAVE SONG OF THE YEAR*

Kim Petras - Brrr

Sam Smith, Koffee, Jessie Reyez - Gimme

ILIRA - Work of Art

Joseph - Nervous System

Mariah the Scientist ft. 21 Savage - 77 degrees

PinkPantheress & Ice Spice – Boy's a liar Pt. 2

Ryan Destiny - Lie Like That

Latto ft. LU KALA - Lottery

Chrissy Chlapecka - I'm So Hot

Ashnikko - Don't Look at It

serpentwithfeet - Gonna Go

Don Toliver ft. Lil Durk & GloRilla- Leave The Club

Don Toliver ft. James Blake - Let Her Go

Miley Cyrus - Flowers

Miley Cyrus - River

Meghan Trainor - Mother

Ice Spice & Nicki Minaj - Princess Diana (Remix)

Melanie Martinez - DEATH

Natalie Jane - Seeing You With Other Girls

Amelia Moore feat. jxdn - FUMD

Ashnikko - You Make Me Sick!

Flo Milli ft. Lola Brooke & Maiya The Don - Conceited (Remix)

Flo Milli ft. Monaleo & Gloss Up - Bed Time (Remix)

Astrid S - Come First

Ashnikko - Want It All

salem ilese - PainHub

Libianca ft. Ayra Starr & Omah Lay - People (Remix)

Labrinth ft. Billie Eilish - Never Felt So Alone

Katie Belle - The Best You'll Ever Have

Emilie Nicolas - Everyday

Donna Missal - Flicker

Donna Missal - Out of Me

Donna Missal - Move Me

Donna Missal - God Complex

Donna Missal - I Saw God

LØLØ ft. girlfriends- 5,6,7,8

Jackson Wang & Ciara - Slow

Troye Sivan - Can't Go Back, Baby

Baby Tate & Saweetie - Hey, Mickey! (Remix)

Shania Twain - Number One

Shania Twain - Got It Good

Empress Of ft. Rina Sawayama - Kiss Me

NLE Choppa ft. SexyyRed / Sukihana - Slut Me Out (Remix)

Maggie Lindemann, Siiickbrain - deprecating

Ed Sheeran - The Hills of Aberfeldy

Rita Ora ft. Fatboy Slim Praising You (Fatboy Slim Remix)

Tyla & Ayra Starr - Girl Next Door

Kesha - Only Love Can Save Us Now

Ciara ft. Lola Brooke & Lady London - Da Girls (Girls Mix)

Jeremy Zucker - OK

CXLOE - Flight Risk

Josh Levi - See Low

Josh Levi - BIRTHDAY DANCE

Alex Vaughn & Summer Walker - So Be It (Remix)

Alex Vaughn & Ari Lennox - Demon Time (Remix)

Taylor Swift ft. Ice Spice - Karma (Remix)

Taylor Swift ft. Lana Del Rey - Snow On The Beach (More Lana Del Rey Edit)

Boris The Lucid - BOYFRIEND

Carrie Underwood - Take Me Out

Libianca - Jah

Conan Gray - Never Ending Song

The Aces - Always Get This Way

Madison Beer ft. Timbaland - Home To Another One (Remix)

Äyanna - Girlfriend

Nicki Minaj & Ice Spice ft. Aqua – Barbie World

Rita Ora - That Girl

Rita Ora - Unfeel It

Tanerelle - Feel Good Inc. X Sidetracked (Perfect Lover Mash Up)

Sleater-Kinney - Hell

Saweetie ft. YG & Tyga - BIRTHDAY

Mae Stephens ft. Meghan Trainor - Mr Right

Brooke Candy - FMUATW

Ben Kessler - When I Hate Myself

Eliott ft. Vancouver Sleep Clinic - Happy On My Own

Reneé Rapp - Pretty Girls

Leah Kate - Bored

Chappell Roan - HOT TO GO!

Rina Sawayama ft. Amaarae - Imagining

GAYLE - Leave Me For Dead

Selena Gomez - Single Soon

Äyanna - Change Your Life

Julia Wolf - Wishbone

Cloudy June - Devil Is A Woman

Anne-Marie ft. Shania Twain - UNHEALTHY

Leaf ft. Bandmanrill, DJ Drewski - 2 Freaky

Olivia O'Brien - I should've fucked your brother

SIIICKBRAIN - Psychopath

Adekunle Gold - Do You Mind?

Duncan Laurence - I Do

Dizzy - Open Up Wide

Leigh-Anne ft. Ayra Starr - My Love

Troye Sivan – Got Me Started

Cate - Girlfriend

NERIAH - Falling 4 Somebody

Cardi B ft. Megan Thee Stallion - Bongos

Amelia Moore - Over My Ex

Johnny Orlando - Boyfriend

Tyla - Water

Tems - Me & U

Mette - Mama's Eyes

Wrabel - Beautiful Day

Chxrry22 - MORE

Norah Jones - Can You Believe

Kanii ft. Trippie Redd - sins (let me in) [Remix]

Niall Horan & Lizzy McAlpine - You Could Start A Cult (Encore Version)

Travis Scott ft. Beyoncé - DELRESTO (ECHOES)

Addison Rae ft. Charli XCX - 2 Die 4

Gyakie - Rent Free

Kim Petras - Hit It From The Back

Kim Petras ft. Banks - Bait

Kim Petras - Dirty Things

K. Michelle - Blame Yourself

Sunnitharapper ft. Salma Slims - Moody

Troye Sivan - One of Your Girls

Lady London ft. Jeremih - Do Something

Zara Larsson, David Guetta - On My Love

cassö, RAYE, D-Block Europe - Prada

Serpentwithfeet- Damn Gloves

Dove Cameron - Still

Kenya Grace - Paris

Dua Lipa - Houdini

Tokischa ft. Sexyy Red - Daddy

Zach Seabaugh - Helium Balloons

COBRAH - 10/10

COBRAH - BAD POSITION

COBRAH - TEQUILA

Clinton Kane - PANIC ATTACK

Megan Thee Stallion - Cobra

Nick Wilson - For You It Was Him

Nick Wilson - Way Back

Ice Spice - Deli

Enchanting - Needy

SZA - Kill Bill

Kylie Minogue - Padam Padam

Summer Walker - Girls Need Love (Girls Mix) ft. Tyla / Victoria Monet / Tink

Tate McRae - exes

Tove Lo - I like u

Kim Petras - Je T'Adore

Doechii - Booty Drop

Kim Petras - Claws

Sam Smith & Madonna - VULGAR

Kim Petras - uhoh

Borgore x Cupcakke x Chase Icon - Abracadabra

Clinton Kane - DISAPPEAR

Nicki Minaj - Big Difference

Nicki Minaj - Pink Friday Girls

Charli XCX ft. Sam Smith - In The City

Reneé Rapp ft. Megan Thee Stallion - Not My Fault

Flo Milli - Never Lose Me

Kim Petras - Thousand Pieces

Kim Petras - Minute

Charli XCX - Speed Drive (jamesjamesjames Remix)

Chrissy Chlapecka - BRAT

The Last Dinner Party - My Lady of Mercy

Shania Twain - Waking Up Dreaming

Nicki Minaj - Fallin 4 U

Jessie Ware ft. Pabllo Vittar -Pearls (Brabo Remix)

Shania Twain - Queen Of Me

Chiké, Oxlade - Spell [Remix]

Anycia - REFUND

Lah Pat ft. Flo Milli - Rodeo (Remix)

Biig Piig - This Is What They Meant

Niall Horan - Save My Life

Bronze Avery - Sex In The Room

Ava Max - Cold As Ice

Peach PRC - F U Goodbye

Suzanne Sheer - Off Limits

Nicki Minaj - FTCU

Madison Rose - Girls Girls Girls

Kaliii ft. GloRilla - Can't Get 'Em

BIA - FALLBACK

Miley Cyrus - Jaded

Kylie Minogue - You Still Get Me High

Miley Cyrus - Violet Chemistry

Miley Cyrus ft. Sia - Muddy Feet

Bebe Rexha - Visions (Don't Go)

Coi Leray - My Body

Coi Leray ft. Saucy Santana - Spend It

Maiya The Don - Luv U Better

The Last Dinner Party - Nothing Matters

IDK ft. Jucee Froot & Saucy Santana - Pinot Noir

Tinashe - Uh Huh

Nicki Minaj - Beep Beep

Nicki Minaj - Pink Birthday

Duckwrth - Big Bewts

Nicki Minaj - My Life

Trippie Redd & BANKS - Saint Michael Myers

Tamera - Frozen

Shygirl & CoSha - Thicc

Ari Lennox - Get Close

Flo Milli - Fruit Loop

Mette - For The People

Amaarae - Angels in Tibet

Jamila Woods ft. Saba - Practice

Rachel Chinouriri - Maybe I’m Lonely

Jonah Kagen - Save My Soul

The OMG Girlz - Lover Boy

Karin Ann - A Stranger With My Face

Victoria Monet - Alright

2022's List

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enchantedalexia · 9 months

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Songs Taylor Hasn’t Performed on Tour *complete edition* *updated each night

Debut

tim mcgraw, picture to burn, teardrops on my guitar, a place in this world, cold as you, the outside, tied together with a smile, stay beautiful, should’ve said no, mary’s song oh my my, our song, i’m only me when i’m with you, invisible, a perfectly good heart

Fearless Taylor’s Version

fearless, fifteen, love story, hey stephen, white horse, you belong with me, breathe, tell me why, you’re not sorry, the way i loved you, forever and always, the best day, change, jump then fall, untouchable, come in with the rain, superstar, the other side of the door, today was a fairytale, you all over me, mr perfectly fine, we were happy, that’s when, don’t you, bye bye baby

Speak Now Taylor’s Version

mine, sparks fly, back to december, speak now, dear john, mean, the story of us, never grow up, enchanted, better than revenge, innocent, haunted, last kiss, long live, ours, superman, electric touch, when emma falls in love, i can see you, castles crumbling, foolish one, timeless

Red Taylor’s Version

state of grace, red, treacherous, i knew you were trouble, all too well, 22, i almost do, we are never ever getting back together, stay stay stay, the last time, holy ground, sad beautiful tragic, the lucky one, everything has changed, starlight, begin again, the moment i knew, come back.. be here, girl at home, ronan, better man, nothing new, babe, message in a bottle, i bet you think about me, forever winter, run, the very first night, all too well 10

1989 Taylor’s Version

welcome to new york, blank space, style, out of the woods, all you had to do was stay, shake it off, i wish you would, bad blood, wildest dreams, how you get the girl, this love, i know places, clean, wonderland, you are in love, new romantics, “slut!”, say don’t go, now that we don’t talk, suburban legends, is it over now?, sweeter than fiction

reputation

ready for it?, end game, i did something bad, don’t blame me, delicate, look what you made me do, so it goes, gorgeous, getaway car, king of my heart, dancing with our hands tied, dress, this is why we can’t have nice things, call it what you want, new year’s day

Lover

i forgot that you existed, cruel summer, lover, the man, the archer, i think he knows, miss americana and the heartbreak prince, paper rings, cornelia street, death by a thousand cuts, london boy, soon you’ll get better, false god, you need to calm down, afterglow, me!, it’s nice to have a friend, daylight

folklore

the 1, cardigan, the last great american dynasty, exile, my tears ricochet, mirrorball, seven, august, this is me trying, illicit affairs, invisible string, mad woman, epiphany, betty, peace, hoax, the lakes

evermore

willow, champagne problems, gold rush, tis the damn season, tolerate it, no body no crime, happiness, dorothea, coney island , ivy, cowboy like me, long story short, majorie, closure, evermore, right where you left me, it’s time to go

Midnights

lavender haze, maroon, anti-hero, snow on the beach, you’re on your own kid, midnight rain, question…?, vigilante shit, bejeweled, labyrinth, karma, sweet nothing, mastermind, the great war, bigger than whole sky, paris, high infidelity, glitch, would’ve could’ve should’ve, dear reader, hits different, karma feat ice spice, you’re losing me

The Tortured Poets Department

fortnight, the tortured poets department, my boy only breaks his favorite toys, down bad, so long london, but daddy i love him, fresh out of the slammer, florida!!!, guilty as sin?, who’s afraid of little old me?, i can fix him (no really i can), loml, i can do it with a broken heart, the smallest man who ever lived, the alchemy, clara bow, the black dog, imgonnagetyouback, the albatross, chloe or sam or sophia or marcus, how did it end?, so high school, i hate it here, thanK you aIMee, i look in people’s windows, the prophecy, cassandra, peter, the bolter, robin, the manuscript

Singles

crazier, this is what you came for, i don’t wanna live forever, christmas tree farm, only the young, renegade, carolina, all of the girls you loved before, if this was a movie, safe and sound, eyes open

Bold- on the setlist

Italicized- on the setlist for a brief time

Crossed out- surprise song

Crossed out and purple- repeated surprise song

Crossed out and blue- twice repeated surprise song

Crossed out and pink- thrice repeated surprise song

song in mashup- red

#taylor swift #eras tour #eras tour surprise songs #surprise song o clock #debut taylor swift #fearless taylor's version #speak now taylor’s version #red taylor’s version #1989 taylor's version #reputation taylor swift #lover taylor swift #folklore taylor swift #evermore taylor swift #midnights taylor swift #the tortured poets department #bookmark

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scripted-downfall · 1 year

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Dark Angel Reaction: PILOT

@typicalopposite reacts [with occasional asides by scripted-downfall]

Hawkins lab vibes are strong

Shoot them!? They are bebes

Hawkins vibes gone he didn’t try to kill her 😂😂 Just bring her back

Now lady hawke vibes? She fell through the lake

Ok discount Clint Eastwood.

Ma’am. Ma’am why were you in the clearing. Where they can see you. Under the ice. When there’s all that snow covered spaces

“Hope is for losers. Still, I hope they are ok.” LOSER

[scripted-downfall here mentions that clips from this show were used in Hitman despite them not making any sense given the film’s plot]

She was not bouncing around fren. She was seizing. There’s a difference

Ok so regardless of how I feel about her character or the actress herself. Ma’am’s foine [scripted-downfall here mentions that she should watch Sin City, then]

I love his accent ☠️☠️☠️

I have met Normal

They have lgbt; How advanced [scripted-downfall here says: OC MY BELOVED]

Oh bby not the first date anniversary

Is that Logan? On the tv? I know the voice 😂 Tony was my favorite on NCIS [scripted-downfall confirms because she has no follow-through on the no-spoilers rule. Also, she’s already said way too much previously to try that now] now I’m just picturing a news reporter kneeling over a dead body with a quill pen… dipping it in the blood to write

I have no idea what she just said. Just heard ones and zeros… then No way.

I thought he said he pissed on some one. ☠️☠️ But he said I pissed and moaned

CHEATER!! CHEATER!! OMG! ON THE BIG 1-0! How dare he?! MENNNNN

WHAT A GIFT Bruh. Men.

“Hey bby girl. I know you're mad at me for leavin you for someone else. But I only did cause you sucked. Take me back”

“You’re like a mystery… it’s… mysterious”

Ma’am, you can’t drive your bike in here

Them straight across brows Are killing me

I thought that was Mary. Or Ellen. Le gasp

“She was a white lady! With blonde hair and blue eyes. How hard is that to find!” ☠️☠️☠️

How. Howwwww. Did that little ass knife. Open that door

Don’t do it max- Fuck that. Lady just yeeted her self off the building

Tony! I mean Logan

It looks like he cocked a flashlight

This is the most monotone back and forth

That run. THAT RUN ☠️☠️☠️☠️

Oh shitttt They slicing him up, poor kid 😖😖😖

[scripted-downfall, while watching the show for the second time: this is the most friendly/smiley I’ve ever seen Max; wth happened!?]

Oh Theo dyinnggg

“We gotta talk” “Nothing” Bruh MEN

🤔🤔🤔 Why did she open the can in his face ☠️

It’s scary spice’s hi for me.

“Let me get my coat” “The one you’re wearing?” ☠️

A man that understands she’s stronger. A little respect!

Poof she gone *insert “A ghost!” gif*

Ok Lydia stfu

I’m ded. This whole scene ☠️☠️☠️ “Imma claw you.” *sticks hand in face… max grabs it* “let go of my hand.” Just. Wot

“I broke into your house. HOW DARE YOU BREAK INTO MINE? And then cook for me!?”

Is Peter a robot? He seems like a robot

“I had to see you… pretty thief lady”

[scripted-downfall interrupts: WTF IS THAT CHIN GRAB I DIDN'T REMEMBER THAT]

– – –

Brief hiatus because we had to pause for a bit. After being asked about what she thought thus far:

Not too bad. I’ll definitely have to rewatch it once work comes down and I can watch it at home but I like it

– – –

Gotta love the classic your telling me exactly how it was but I’m gonna play dumb

He’s like bitch you got a barcode on your neck

Oh nooooo guy got mugged.

Well, “Mugged”

Oh nooo Theo

Ninja kids! Minus one

Ooooh. Normal, buddy… you just put your foot all the way down your throat [scripted-downfall interjects: Yeah, he, uh. Does that a lot.]

Not robot Peter!!!

Ahhh guilt

So she gonna go save the kid?

Is that discount Clint Eastwood?

“Oh pretty boy! I’m sawwry I got you ded” [scripted-downfall: I hadn’t noticed the religious imagery starting this early because I didn’t know the significance from Pollo Loco. That’s interesting.]

He needs to just sit up and go… bitch wtf are you talking about

Pshhhh you’re face screamed guilt shush woman

“I don’t feel guilt. Imma save him… cause he’s pretty. And imma talk to him and tell him a story the whole time… but I don’t feel guilty”

Blahblahblah angsty girl blah

Side note: We should totally watch a scary movie and commentate on it [scripted-downfall: YES.]

No one sees spider girl. Yeah. Right

Well that was easy ☠️

Ooo 👀 [scripted-downfall: ma’am is looking disrespectfully]

Her hair is a lil greasy tho

… welp I had a dirty thought to that ☠️ Just gonna keep it to myself ☠️☠️☠️☠️

☠️☠️☠️ MEN

Le gasp Is she double crossing or is this part of it?

You have tired eyes. But… same so eh

Typical MANNNNN

SAME MAX (her face at his little attempt)

Oooh super speeed [scripted-downfall: as you can see, she’s being very subtle about being from Manticore]

She just threw that man by her ears

Did she really ☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️ [scripted-downfall: was that about her smacking his ass?] Yes. She pulled his pants down and I was like…. What’s this rated again [Yes.]

How long can ma’am hold her damn breath. Cause GEEEEZ [scripted-downfall: Another Manticore power.]

Okie dokie [scripted-downfall: *inserts Supernatural “I like him; he says okey-dokey” gif*.]

Why is the one holding his mouth like that!?!

angelic music cause buddies are dumb

Clint sees something [scripted-downfall: His name is Lydecker, btw]

Nah man you just had her, dummy

More angelics to ride away angstily on

[scripted-downfall: This won’t make sense yet, but I didn’t realize that Sky was already here in the pilot.]

Oh wow Normal. That’s dirty. They just be shipping people. That’s- Is that legal? IS THAT LEGAL? I can’t even take my dad in the car with out his death certificate; cops might think he’s cocaine [scripted-downfall: I don’t think the cops much… care.]

Oh so is he paralyzed the whole show? [scripted-downfall: It’s… iffy. You’ll see.]

“I need you to do a little leg work for me” Cause mine don’t

Angelics one more time. [scripted-downfall: You do know the show’s called Dark… Angel. Yeah? :)] On top of a building. In front of the moon. How angsty.

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I like it! But alas I cannot watch another! I’ll publish a summary judgement later though

[scripted-downfall: That's a wrap, folks! Next episode will be... tomorrow? *smiles and puppy-dog-eyes at @typicalopposite and prays it works*]

#dark angel #max guevara #logan cale #original cindy #s01e01 #pilot #reactions #episode reactions #typicalopposite #typicalopposite’s trip to manticore

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ilopisara · 4 months

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27.01. 00:04 | Ilo Pisara vs Kova Lagi 3 - 2

Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, let's break down the carnival of hockey that just unfolded before our very eyes. Ilo Pisara came out swinging like a toddler in a candy store – relentless but with questionable aim at times. First off, Teppo Winnipeg was slicing through the ice like a hot knife through butter – scoring goals AND winning games? That’s more clutch than my grandmother's handbag! A powerplay goal to boot? The man must have thought he was playing pinball the way he lit up that scoreboard! Sami Noddy played defense tighter than my uncle's wallet on payday. With interceptions galore and pass percentages higher than an astronaut’s salary, Sami was distributing pucks better than a vending machine hands out snacks. Yuri Tarde dished assists like it was Thanksgiving dinner - two helpings for everyone! Sure, there were giveaways; maybe Yuri mistook them for party favors? Macho Fantastico lived up to his name – except when it came to penalty minutes. Four minutes in the sin bin? What is this Macho, amateur hour at comedy club? And Jani Saari... oh boy... 14 giveaways?! Were you trying to make friends or play hockey? Despite that generosity spree though, Jani still managed some points on board which makes me think even broken clocks are right twice a day. Overall team performance: not as smooth as we'd want but hey - victory tastes sweeter when spiced with struggle! Onward Ilo Pisara—let’s keep turning these nail-biters into jaw-droppers!

#nhl24

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wpdariacutnes · 6 months

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🪶🦈🪶🦈🪶🦈🪶🦈🪶🦈🪶🦈🪶🦈🪶🦈🪶🦈

Me: radom duddle songs

🐟🧤🐟🧤🐟🧤🐟🧤🐟🧤🐟🧤🐟🧤🐟🧤🐟🧤

drunk it simppy in semp enifing better stawberry sorty lest develity boor show smole body get rot but it

Dys a sheep of semp vine on tv bullshit lie but planets lines a ring Bell it care on date brakers in trains (aha?. . . She now rude look her)

drunk it simppy in semp

Well enifing devilhome get on voider in void us or deam bow (shit me revorver bakers)

Sorry a harts on me furkers a get so long

Someone get self king a going been diface a frends (im sippy you devil river in vine)

Someone say a peverity been me frends ( ha ha)

Enifing voide me a hezam been self ( ha ha )

America or nils a makes usa a witch dont finks a but cry butter spikness a lest. . .

American a pet eglish nils a slaners you get a pumking bitch gum

( hm hm loser's sun witch craft on dice splet a sell a eyes ritch but dys. . .im so epefity self )

As an anglish or usa a pet spitsh (fuck)

So enifing lie you enifing get everity frends afters trans akocholic a so slump egetich persen ritch types line a lie's

Someone lie a cry a charge a been so wings brakers a good ritch nastalgic a man lest long nitchmer brake (oh boor finks a rosent you)

They call names a rat on cry size a voider on void but dys

Drinks and been a simper on worlds a simp

Always crying and always voide both not finks a but a smile but dys (drunk it simppy in semp)

. . . . . . . . .

Jezz get a hevan a charge a shit sin (it grils a get rever me sick a sto stonger glass body)

Enifing expleing dys rezan a been a gagness frends a stoner ship splitch queen tover

Well me filing been a gotch (hmh)

Filing like diva rot get smole epevity grils (hmh)

None cut arm's a blood out tovers a melody on end frends one's body

None frends a wirts a alia get alien but dys (hmh so done now so happy out)

. . . . . . . . .

Frends coll enifing a trashing persen is dead rot a smole care a frends a evertlity pay it

A few dead, more gone, and the rest on stuper cupid a stars a carge a ex-frends a stan bagnet you bags a been silvert her or dumb hem lolipop eye poppy guys boy well on (FUCK YOU)

So everyone I love is stuck

After flash it a bend brow a her stawberry sorty Dolly on born me organs a gone and dead out a shopping a been gay keep it a axe woshing me dys enifing end work me (so spice a shiti frends)

Someone say get so insanety teshus a makes episode but me a get so dust a me get so epetive blow it a but frends is radom coll no more

Because this that Well, I feel better now going sidrover but dys hero a self done me a freedom (Thanks! She I hate it blow eyes fellout)

except code me blow a last night

I hadn't had another episode true love after lafing lest blitchi rips so splashy

(it was touch and go)

No need to cry about sassy bow it but us

the other fucked up we frendship is cover it dill on me both do a more mean on names (UwU)

UwU

Hey white wines cigarette , just dont lost a deep a ice done a dumb have seppy (duh)

Well a ex not rope spell a pet on petty now (uh-huh)

Sarah simle not get a heat vine

Better a enifing rund a someone girl a tea bow shows

Afters gif a hend a sode im spider her epetinis boyfrend (wirdo in nils you?. . . Aha)

Trash on the walls and trash on the floor

Because so ritch dog spish

Aqua on nils stuck eye to the door (hoppe-hope a do enifing weeks)

Screwing everything up, doing everything wrong none respekt you a play a did pricess after skriming code petneslity

wasn glam a supposed to

And none stop it a say been Rush a blitch eye persen

be around this long, so

Dumb dont Supraze a fuck me in car code been a bagness frends a seven on bitchess splat a shiti on train after facepale her a Free spish

"Now a disever on you bitch gender perfelity? Because code a lady is shiti frendship"

(UwU)

Well, I feel better now

Glam eat me cigarette me dive land (UWU!?)

None miss a rot gril aline did a dumb glam

Dont felling but it

Get self a man me maen have a soft small body

No need to cry about it (UwU)

I hope to have you with me

Lost a more universe me lady stars

God of a joy coffe latte plase after blow rage on glam in lady understand

Someday, I'll have my own life

perfect storm

Get fucked out room and lonly life of cry on wine " let me a universe a lonly get on cut fenshelity on parish fatazy"

Im total fine on me

(Oh, I don't smoke, I just like how lady get self gender a lost head zoone)

🪶🦈🪶🦈🪶🦈🪶🦈🪶🦈🪶🦈🪶🦈🪶🦈🪶🦈

Offical note 01.12.2023.r

🐟🧤🐟🧤🐟🧤🐟🧤🐟🧤🐟🧤🐟🧤🐟🧤🐟🧤

#rosepink_megaman_ver #megamancomunity #mereal #wpexpleing #parents take rule #youtube #art 2023

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lunarins · 7 months

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a glance into the playlist and mind of jeon haerin .. she listens to more music than she speaks .. !! see below the cut for the lyrics she relates to from each song.

ptolemaea by ethel cain

❝ blessed be the daughters of cain bound to suffering eternal through the sins of their fathers committed long before their conception blessed be their whore mothers tired and angry, waiting with bated breath in a ferry that will never move again blessed be the children each and every one come to know their god through some senseless act of violence blessed be you, girl promised to me by a man who can only feel hatred and contempt towards you.

this song plays a big role in haerin's overall character creation, as a large part of her story is influenced by ethel cain's entire preacher's daughter album. her mother had left their family when she was young, and ended up having an entirely new family years later, so haerin views her negatively. her mother also suffered from borderline personality disorder, which is the same as haerin, and they both experience extreme rage at times.

perfume by del water gap

❝ call me in the morning, beg me in the night i'll be over safely if you need it anytime i'm picturing you right now with nothing on, with nothing on but your perfume bending over backwards to stay up in your head did i waste it all falling back with an old friend? i don't believe what this has come to

this song is important to haerin and her development because it surrounds her relationship with iseul. they are best friends, but they also have an extremely complicated relationship and feelings that none of them are bold enough to admit.

how high? by ice spice

❝ yeah, i know he want me, but he rather just lie if i tell him, "jump, " he gon' ask me, "how high?" and i know his fears, but he never met mine never met mine, never, never met mine (damn)

once again.. another song describing her relationship to iseul. simply put, haerin is terrible with commitment, and iseul is truly the first person she felt genuine feelings for. however, they both deny their feelings and never admit it to each other, which leads to constant fights as they try to work out their friendship. it's obvious how they feel, but the denial is far more obvious. haerin has never told iseul about her diagnosis, and her main fear is that if he found out, he would no longer want to be around her, which is why the line "i know his fears, but he never met mine", is so influential to her and their relationship.

u by osun

❝ 일단 그날을 보내고 나서 조금 바뀌어 쉽진 않아도 내 곁에 있을 거란 걸 했기에 약속 순수한 것들을 찾게 됐네 딴 애들 이젠 내 눈엔 없네 아무리 떼를 쓰고 투정을 부려도 내 맘은 절대 안 바뀔 애

although this song is more of a.. sad love song about a past lover, to haerin, this is more viewed as the relationship with her mother. one of the lyrics states, "my heart will never change". this resonates with haerin a lot, mainly because she is so angry at her mother for leaving, but deep down, she misses her. she blames herself for leaving, and she knows that in her heart, her feelings towards her mother will never change.

eta by yehon

originally from newjeans, this cover is more so the feeling it evokes for haerin's character rather than the lyrics. it is a slower, more rock-centered version of the song, and it has a feeling of loneliness and pleading which isn't present in the original version of the song. the reason this matter is because haerin is a pretty lonely person. she doesn't have many people she talks to on a deep level due to her issues with trust and fear of being abandoned, and this song accurately conveys how she feels with the english lyrics, "but where are you?"

susie save your love by allie x & mitski

❝ save your love for someone like me you don't have to be a part-time susie save your love and take mine from me (susie) you don't have to be a part-time save your love

this song accurately depicts haerin's relationship with love. she is someone who, most times, never valued herself as a person in relationships. when she loves, she loves hard. she is jealous and possessive, but she is completely devoted to the person where she sees no red flags or warning signs. she is better now, and knows that she is in no state for a relationship, nor does she want one, but this song is telling for her.

#🍓: 𝒎𝒖𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈 #🍓: 𝒅𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒍𝒐𝒑𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕 #long ass post... mb i just love her sb...

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cinemedios · 11 months

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Nicki Minaj, Ice Spice y Aqua lanzan 'Barbie World' para el soundtrack de 'Barbie'

'Barbie Girl' de Aqua estará en el soundtrack de 'Barbie', pero no como te imaginas. Escucha 'Barbie World' de Nicki Minaj y Ice Spice para saber como.

Se sabe que la banda Aqua y la marca de juguetes Mattel no se encuentran en buenos términos debido a una disputa por la canción Barbie Girl, por lo que era seguro que no escucharíamos esta icónica canción en el soundtrack de Barbie de Greta Gerwig con Margot Robbie y Ryan Gosling. Pues resulta que después de todo si escucharemos Barbie Girl en la película, sin embargo no será exactamente como la…

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#Aqua #Barbie #Greta Gerwig #Ice Spice #Margot Robbie #Nicki Minaj #Ryan Gosling #Youtube

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divine-mistake · 3 years

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The Cracks in Our Reality (1)

Summary: Loki hates the Executive Manager of the Avengers Tower because she’s too loud and too sarcastic and too kind and too soft, especially to him, who really doesn’t deserve it.

Characters: Loki/Plus-sized (f)Reader

Warnings: 18+ (no smut), language, violence

A/N: Thanks for reading my first ever fanfiction! Updates weekly on Saturday.

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The first time he hears her voice, it is shrill and shrieking and about his brother, so of course he hates it.

“Thor’s here?” Loki hears as they walk down the hallway. When he gambles and glances to his side, Thor’s lips are split with the biggest grin Loki’s seen him wear since they touched down in Midgard. Vacantly, he guesses it’s a fangirl who’s waiting for his brother—how typical.

It’s always like this.

And as they approach the room from which the light is bleeding into the hallway, Thor’s fangirl shouts again, “Why didn’t you tell me? Where the hell is he?”

Thor crosses the threshold into Loki’s new world in three long strides. Unlike his brother, Loki sticks to the shadows, only moving close enough to see what is awaiting him past the corner of the corridor. It’s all one big blur of motion, really, as Thor strides through the Avengers Tower and scoops a young woman off her feet, into his arms, and Loki’s reflex is to curl his lip in sneer.

He looks away and ignores the girlish giggles, choosing to survey his new surroundings instead. With one wide sweep of the room, he indexes four familiar faces.

Stark, who's watching his brother and the fangirl, shoulders drawn up and tight in defense.

Rogers, America’s Golden Boy, with his biceps bulging from where his arms are crossed.

Banner. He smiles and Loki feels a mixture of fear and guilt swirl viciously inside him.

And Romanoff, who’s staring right at him, her eyes narrowed, a twitch in her index finger. Evidently she’s not forgiven his sins either. Not that it matters—as quickly as she could pull the handgun strapped to her thigh on him, he could vanish in half that.

There’s only one person Loki can’t catalogue, can’t connect her face to a name, and it’s the fangirl Thor is spinning around the room with, her legs swinging wildly in the air.

She shouts his brother’s name jubilantly, the loudest sound in the room, their laughs mingling together like the sweet and spice of mead.

“My lady!” Thor squeezes her to his body in a tight grip once they stop twirling in place, and then she’s kicking her feet until her polished black heels slide off and hit the floor, fists pounding on his shoulder.

Well, a fangirl surely wouldn’t do that.

“Put me down you big puppy man, you obnoxious God, you are killing me—” The woman is wheezing even as she yells, quite dramatically really, and Loki’s sneer starts to turn into a frown. Who is she to talk to the King of Asgard with such disrespect? As much as Loki loves to see Thor ridiculed, her casual relationship with his brother irritates him more than he anticipated.

Thor drops her onto her bare feet with a delicate softness Loki’s never witnessed before, and the woman settles herself, pulling her dress down and brushing imaginary dust from the fabric, and then she turns up to look at his brother and she wears the most gorgeous smile on her face Loki might ever have witnessed.

“Welcome back to Earth,” she quips, her voice much gentler now, and Loki decides right then and there that he doesn’t just hate her voice.

He hates her.

“It’s good to be back, my lady. Have you been well?”

She opens her mouth to speak, but Stark cuts her off immediately.

“Pleasantries later, ” he says, taking a step toward Loki’s direction. “Reindeer Games is lurking in the shadows over there and it’s making me second guess this whole shebang.”

That’s his cue. Loki slinks out from the corridor and into the light of the common room, and all eyes are on him. He basks in the attention like a cat basks in the sun. This is the first time in a long time he's been on Midgard without chains seizing his hands and feet—his mouth is free of a muzzle and he’s going to use it.

“Stark,” he purrs, but his eyes flit around the room, passing over every single Avenger that’s now standing defensively. “Always a pleasure to be in your presence.”

Vaguely, he’s aware of how the woman has taken to Thor’s side, where his brother is sheltering her under his arm, but he doesn’t break Stark’s stare to look at her. What care does he have for one of Thor’s fangirls anyway?

“You brought your brother here?” she asks, and Loki relishes in the hint of fear hiding itself within the confusion in her voice.

“Did they not tell you?” Thor sounds increasingly worried.

“No,” she hisses, “they did not. What the fuck is going on, Tony?”

Rogers moves closer now, and Loki lends his gaze to the way the super soldier’s hand falls upon the woman’s shoulder, swallowing it. She bristles slightly at his touch and it amuses him for a moment. Maybe she dislikes America’s Golden Boy just as much as he does.

“We meant to tell you, sweetheart,” Rogers says, his voice gentle.

Disgusting. Is she everyone’s fangirl in this cursed tower?

“It slipped my mind after the mission a few nights ago. I’m sorry we didn’t warn you.”

She shrugs Rogers’ hand off her shoulder, but Thor holds onto her tightly. Loki feels like his eyes will burn out of his head from how long he’s been staring, how rigid his body, how much he wants to be anywhere but here right now.

“Are you serious?” Loki isn’t sure he’s seeing the same woman who was just looking at his brother like he was the sun, what with the way she’s glaring at Stark now. “Was I the last to know about this? Is there a room ready for him? Does the press—oh god, the fucking press doesn’t know about him, do they? Tony, I’m going to have to call a press conference. I’m going to have to rebook all the schedules. Are you shitting me?”

Then, she whirls on him, slipping out from beneath Thor’s arm and marching up to him like he isn’t the crazed man who tried to subjugate New York a few years prior. As if he isn’t a God. As if he couldn’t crush her frail body beneath the nail of his smallest finger.

He doesn’t know whether to be impressed or frightened, so Loki settles for the burning hatred that’s been crawling over his skin since he entered the Tower.

She juts out a hip, places her hand on it, and looks straight up at him. “Do you even want to be here?”

No. Of course not.

But no one ever bothers to ask Loki what he wants, and now this puny Midgardian has done so within the first five minutes of even knowing him, and he doesn’t even know her name but there is so much heat searing through him and he hates her.

She isn’t much, really. She’s small in stature, her head barely grazing his brother’s shoulders, forcing her to crane her neck as she addresses Loki. If she were to kneel at his feet now, she’d be the perfect height for him to take his pleasure. He quickly rips the thought away and throws it to the fire growing in his veins.

But she is curvy, that much is sure. She is much thicker than the slim Midgardian women he’s seen on his journeys here, much softer than the Asgardian warriors who are built with muscle alone. Loki can’t keep staring at her, he can’t. Her eyes are narrowed, but bright in the lighting of the common room. Her lips, painted a brilliant shade of red, are twisted into some sort of puckered frown that makes him wonder how well she’d fare when he played tricks on her.

He scoffs at her, rolling his eyes and looking away, because Norns, what is he supposed to say?

The truth?

“Banner, why don’t you walk Rabbit to her room?” Stark calls, and when Loki looks back at him, they’re locked in another stare. Loki feels a wave of something new, something bordering on shame, something that has him grasping for a scepter not in his hand and eyeing the bright blue beam of light in Stark’s chest. He still remembers what it felt like, that day he invaded New York.

It doesn’t feel good to remember, so like with all things, he pushes it to the back of his mind and replaces it with a smirk.

“What?” The woman—Rabbit, her name, perhaps—turns her glare on Stark once again. “You can’t just drop an Asgardian in the middle of my living room, ruin all my carefully crafted schedules for the next month and a half, and then tell me to go to my room like a child!”

“Run along now, little girl,” Loki mocks, and when she recoils at his words and takes a step back like she’s shocked, the heat that’s been building in his blood is suddenly ice. Her face is different now, brows drawn in anger, and her whole body stiffens and Loki feels like he does when he changes back into his native form.

Until she draws up a finger at him, storming toward him, ire flashing in her eyes with every step she takes, and Loki is alive again. His tongue is sharp, ready to meet her shrill demands, but Thor reaches out and grabs her with one sweep of his arm. She’s tugged back into his brother’s grasp, held closely to the broad expanse of Thor’s chest, and Loki stamps out his rising excitement. His brother ruins everything.

“My lady,” Thor says, “my brother lacks tact around pretty women, but he is harmless, I assure you.”

Loki lets his eyes drag from the top of her head down to the tips of her bare toes, still twisting against the floor as if she’s trying to break away from Thor’s hold, their lacquer catching the shine of the light. She painted them pink. Loki doesn’t think she’s all that pretty—he’s seen better in Midgard alone.

But then she mumbles something under her breath that sounds wickedly similar to “He’ll be harmless once I maim him with my shoe,” and Loki has to swallow back the laugh threatening at his lips.

The woman rips herself out of Thor’s grasp, shoving him away. Comically, Thor pretends as though her strength is enough to move him, feigning a stumble backward. Then, she picks up her heels from where they dropped to the floor and slips them onto her feet, and suddenly Loki could press his nose into the top of her head at this height.

“C’mon then, Bruce.” Without looking, she begins to stride toward the hallway, brushing past Loki. “We’ll let the boys pretend they have their shit under control.”

As she speaks, her eyes cut back to Loki, gaze burning. He isn’t sure a woman has ever looked at him with this much contempt before and gotten away with it. Banner quickly follows her and Loki listens to the rhythmic click of her heels all the way down the corridor until the elevator dings, and then she’s gone for good.

Her scent, floral and clean, clings to his nose for the rest of the night. He hates it.

“They call it community service here in Midgard!” Thor says, beaming. Loki wants to tear his brother's lips from his face, to burn that smile off his visage.

“You say that as if I should be proud,” Loki snarls back.

His room in the Tower is quaint. It’s more than Stark should offer him, that’s for sure, but Loki guesses it’s only more than a prison cell for the sole reason that it’s connected to Thor’s apartment and they don’t want the brothers to be separated. At the very least, it’s furnished. The bed is soft and big enough to share with a partner. He has a bathroom en suite. A walk-in closet to fill with clothes he doesn’t own.

Loki doesn’t own anything. Not even himself, now that he’s doing this community service on a planet he’s tried to conquer. Community service as a probationary Avenger in the stead of eternal damnation.

Thor only claps him on the back. “‘Tis better than serving a jail sentence, is it not?”

He raises a brow. “As if it isn’t imprisonment itself.”

“You should be thankful, Loki. Stark has been very cooperative with allowing you to stay here as an Avenger—”

“As a prisoner,” he interjects.

“—without threat of cells or cages or even chains.”

“And yet I am not allowed to leave the Tower.”

Thor frowns. “You tried to subjugate New York.”

Loki peruses this for a moment. He could say anything, but would it ever matter? It isn’t as if Thor’s ever understood. He didn’t understand when Loki let go and fell from the Bifrost and he sure didn’t understand when Thanos forced Loki to destroy New York. He never understands.

So instead of saying anything, Loki rolls his eyes, stalks into his room, and slams the door shut. He hopes it’ll make Thor finally leave him alone.

But Thor just stands on the other side of the door, shouting through the wood.

“This is your chance, brother. This is your chance at redemption. Do not let it go lightly, and I beg you, do not screw it up.”

Redemption—what a joke. If Odin taught Loki anything, it was that there was never going to be any redemption for him. He was lost. Irredeemable. A cold monster in the warm skin of an Asgardian. A snake who spoke in tongues, in lies and misery. Loki was nothing more than a puppet who didn’t see how his strings connected him to his master.

Loki waits until he hears Thor stomp away, until he hears the slam of the door across from his own, before he conjures an image of his mother in the palm of his hand.

He doesn’t know how long he spends looking at her, a vision spread against his fingers. The only sign that she isn’t real is the shimmering edges of Loki’s illusion. Once upon a time, when there was so much blood and sweat and tears running into his eyes, he wasn’t able to tell what was real and what was magic. Illusory images are only illusory to those of a sound mind—something Loki hasn’t always been.

Even he, the God of Lies, has a reality that can be broken. A truth that can be muddled by pain and fear until it shows what he wishes, what he would beg, the truth to look like.

A knock at the door almost sends him into a panic, flashes of the monster who haunts his nightmares creating new colors behind the back of his eyes. The illusion of Frigga dissipates into the air. Loki throws himself to his feet, flies from his bed to the door in a handful of steps, anger like a hot knife through the parts of his brain the terror hasn’t yet eaten through.

“Leave me be!” he roars at Thor from this side of the door. His hand twitches to conjure a dagger. If he opened the door, would the Mad Titan be on the other side? No. It’s only Thor. The Mad Titan is dead.

But Loki never saw him die—how can he be sure he is truly gone?

He cannot. His reality has been bent and broken and shattered a thousand times by the Mad Titan and Loki cannot remember what is real and what is false anymore.

With a dagger in hand, Loki throws the door open, prepared to see anything—Thor, Thanos, the father he slaughtered without a thought—and yet he is still surprised by what he sees standing just outside his room.

The dagger disappears from his white-knuckled grip. The Midgardian woman’s eyes are wide, like moons, the depth of color in her irises the crevices and craters. She takes a step back and Loki sees her hands trembling.

His lips part to apologize. Pride seizes in his chest and he closes his mouth. His breathing is labored, chest heavy with the rise and fall of every tight contracting of his lungs. She’s holding something in her arms. A tray is set beside her on the floor, a few scattered plates of Midgardian food sitting atop it.

The silence between them is deafening.

In a moment all too soon, her eyes narrow into slits and she rolls her shoulders back, straightening her spine and drawing up to her full height. Loki reminds himself that he can crush her. He could kill her with one strike of his boot. She is nothing, and the ice that is making a slow crawl up every disc in his back isn’t guilt, it’s caution.

How dare a mortal as small as she look at him like that? He is the Prince of Asgard, the Rightful King of—

“Fuck you,” she spits, and it’s Loki’s turn to recoil. Instantly, the edges of his vision turn red and he hopes, shamefully, that his eyes are flashing the same dreadful, savage color as a means to scare her into submission.

His nostrils flare with his indignation. “How dare you—” he starts, but she throws whatever she had been holding at his chest and Loki instinctively grabs it. It’s soft against his cold hands.

“I thought you might be hungry,” she hisses, venom dripping from every word. “I thought you might need some extra fucking blankets. Excuse me for being nice, Your Highness.”

The way the word rolls off her tongue makes his fingers tighten in the downy fabric she’s given him. He should feel good. In fact, he tips his chin upward to look down upon her from the slope of his nose. But he doesn’t feel good.

“I don’t need anything from you, little girl,” he sneers. “I have no business with you.”

She crosses her arms over her chest, jutting out that damn hip again.

“Actually, you’ll have much more business with me from now on, Your Highness.” With a grace he wasn’t sure she had, she draws up a hand to tuck a strand of her hair behind her ear, eyes never leaving his. “I’m the Executive Manager of the Avengers Tower. You’ll be seeing much more of me, and unfortunately, I’ll be seeing much more of you.”

Loki scoffs. “A mortal such as yourself could hardly provide me with anything satisfactory.”

He glances, almost imperceptibly, at the dinner tray she’s brought up to him. Loki swallows a lump in his throat.

She shrugs. “Whatever. You can be an asshole if you want. I’ll still do my job whether you like it or not because I’m a professional and I’m damn good at what I do.”

Her eyes flash with something dangerous, and then she’s taken two steps forward and is craning her neck up to look at him, on her tiptoes in an attempt to match his height. Her pointer finger is just below his chin.

It brings him an exhilaration he hasn’t felt in centuries, a thrill trembling through his nerves.

“But if you ever draw a knife on me again, you’ll regret it.”

He laughs, flashing her a predatory grin, but she doesn’t back down.

“I sincerely doubt that,” he says, his tone mocking.

Her lips peel back to reveal a set of pearly teeth, and though her mouth softens, her eyes are as sharp as the blade of his dagger.

“I do the bidding of every Avenger in this tower,” she tells him. “You, included. Every single person in this entire building owes me a favor. I’m not beneath calling on every one of them to knock you down a peg, Your Highness.”

Loki watches as she lowers herself back down, rolling off the balls of her feet. He’s gripping the door frame so hard he can feel the wood giving beneath his fingers. There is something so vexatious about this woman that he can’t discern.

“If you need anything, you can ask FRIDAY to let me know. You can call me Rabbit—it’s what everyone else here calls me, and Tony’s annoyingly programmed the AI to call me that, too. Enjoy your lonesome night, Your Highness.”

She turns on her heel before he has a chance to reply, strutting out of his apartment and disappearing around a corner. He hears the quiet ding of the elevator, just as he did earlier, signaling her departure.

Loki looks down at the tray of food she’s left behind. With one angry breath, a wave of magic bursts forth from his body, sending the plates crashing against the walls of the apartment. Food smears down every surface. Ceramic and glass mingle in shattered pieces. It’s immature. It’s childish. He knows this, but he can’t stop himself. Fury pulses at his fingertips, hot like the burn of ice.

He hates her.

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