#I am here to be optimistic to the point of annoyance

[the-bi-space-ace]

So far I think we have all the makings for them being together by the end of the series. Maybe not all together all the time. But all alive and all at least orbiting around each other in some way. I think Echo and possibly even Crosshair will join the rebellion or at least help with Rex’s network. Pabu might end up being a place to settle or a home base for everyone else. Maybe not. Maybe it just shows us that peaceful places still exist. Maybe Tech goes back to racing.

I’m very doubtful of the everyone dies ending so many people are fearing. ESPECIALLY an ending where Echo ends up dead. Say what you want about the last domino falling but I don’t think Echo’s story is ending here. Because why? Bring him back from the dead to do nearly nothing with his storyline and then kill him off again??? No. I refuse. I know we’ve been fearing for Echo’s safety throughout the series but I’m so hopeful and optimistic about his survival. I don’t want all of us to be riddled with anxiety the entire time we’re watching.

Same with Crosshair. No way this man spends the entire run time in misery only to sacrifice himself in the end. That’s absolutely ridiculous and I refuse to believe that.

Wrecker is safe in my book. I can’t even fathom a situation where he’d get killed off. I’ve always seen him as safe so it’s hard for me to even think about him dying.

There’s no situation where Hunter ends up dead. They want him to be the favorite of the series and since he’s such a focal point I don’t see them killing him off. So to all the Hunter fans out there: I genuinely believe he’s making it. I’d be shocked if he didn’t.

Tech is alive. There’s no doubt in my mind. And if he was really dead then I’d have to question what this story is actually about because I’ve always had an idea of what it’s trying to say and I don’t think it could end with him not being there.

I’ve always thought this show was about breaking this family apart and then putting them back together. They’ve been through terrible shit and seeing them all come together in the end would be the perfect ending.

None of their stories would have an interesting end in season 3 if all they ended up doing was die. We’ve been complaining forever that clones get introduced to us, we love them, then they die. Why do that again?

If that’s what’s going to happen then what the fuck have we been watching for all this time then?? Certainly not the show I thought we were.

Mostly because I don’t think it would make any narrative or symbolic sense. What’s the point of this series then? That no matter what you do you still sacrifice yourself in the end? That fighting the empire is hopeless? That you’ll never be safe in this galaxy so give up now? Idk. I don’t think that’s the direction they’re going.

I think Tech’s return will put the ‘they’re all together in the end’ thing to good use. There’s so many fun things to be said about each of their paths. That healing is possible. That you can fight for what you believe in and do what you can. That there can be life outside of being a soldier and fighting a war. That there’s hope in this galaxy. That we aren’t alone. That the clones aren’t alone. I think that’s much more in line with what this show is attempting to say.

I’d be totally shocked if they end up killing off the batch. Not only do I think it’s a stupid decision but I’d call it lazy (and probably many other choice words while I’m at it.)

Plus. It is a kids show. I’d be more worried if this show was geared towards adults but I don’t think you’ll gain much love in the hearts of the young audience if your show ends with all that death.

I genuinely don’t think this show is ending in fire. And I will remain steadfastly optimistic and positive about it. It’s a fun show and I’m very excited about the new season and getting to discuss and interact with everyone again.

Take a breath. Enjoy the final season and have some fun with it. I’m certainly going to. I hope you all will too 🩶

#tbb season 3 #I’ve seen so many damn doom and gloom posts #I am here to be optimistic to the point of annoyance #you’re gonna be sick of me by the time I get done telling you how everyone lives no one dies #the bad batch #also I’m very dramatic so I apologize preemptively lol #but it’s okay everybody I think it’s going to be a reasonably happy ending #also this is just my take on it you can disagree that’s totally okay 🩵

[yujo-nishimura]

All the rage

A fauxpax at your job leads to some intimate time with your boss Sir Crocodile and even a promotion...

Warning: gore, blood, violence, smut, Sir Crocodile x female reader (It is not as gory as I intended it to write because I also do not want my readers to be disgusted)

NSFW - minors do not interact

words: 1932

I am tagging @lostfirefly since she has explicitly asked for it and she will understand the background of the story.. ;)

What began as a promising career path quickly transformed into a daily grind filled with frustration. Your boss had placed you on the front lines of sales, fully aware that it was your charm and physical appearance that kept customers engaged, rather than the actual product you were selling. Initially, the attention may have been enjoyable, but it rapidly developed into an arduous routine of forcing a smile and feigning interest in even the most absurd customer requests.

In addition to your job-related frustrations, you hated the commute, enduring endless waits for public transportation alongside the empty expressions of fellow passengers. To make things even more difficult, you had developed romantic feelings for your boss, Mr. Crocodile, who failed to provide the attention you yearned for. Nevertheless, he remained the sole reason you clung to the job, at least for a little while longer. 

After enduring yet another exhausting and sweltering morning commute, coupled with three customer calls riddled with complaints, it's no wonder that you finally reached your breaking point.

The client you were scheduled to meet today had already displayed unpleasant behavior over the phone. However, you tried to stay optimistic, believing that people tend to be kinder in person compared to phone or email interactions. As the clock struck 10, the client was still nowhere to be seen, and impatience crept in, knowing your aversion to tardiness. Eventually, he arrived at 10:30, nearly an hour late. Upon entering your office, he offered no apology, opting instead for a shy smile. With his greasy blonde hair, ill-fitting suit, and repulsive demeanor, you took a deep breath and, attempting to maintain your professionalism, offered him a seat and asked if he wanted tea or coffee. To your annoyance, he requested soda water, the one thing you hadn't offered. You reluctantly went to the small fridge in search of anything to satisfy his stupid request.

Upon your return, he sported a sly grin and made inappropriate comments about your appearance as you turned around to face him. For a moment, you contemplated ending the conversation then and there. Not only because of the harassment, but also because he had already exhibited a series of missteps from the start, leading you to believe it would only worsen. However, you reminded yourself that this client had promised substantial purchases, resulting in a significant deal that would not only make you proud but also capture your boss's attention.

As you settled down before the client, you ensured your suit jacket and skirt were impeccably aligned, carefully placing product flyers on the glass coffee table. "So, as we discussed on the phone, this is what we can offer, and we're willing to negotiate a generous discount for bulk purchases," you initiated your customary sales pitch, fully aware that the man was likely not paying attention at all.

"I wasn't aware that they allowed women to work at Cross Guild Corp. as well," he suddenly remarked. 

"Pardon me?" you replied, looking up at him, meeting his watery blue eyes and sly grin once again. 

"I believe men excel in sales and business, but I can see why they placed you on the front line. You're a cute little Missy with a nice little butt. Are they sharing you around here?" 

"Sir...!" you sighed deeply, mustering all your strength to restrain yourself from snapping at him. "At Cross Guild Corp., our team strives to create an inclusive environment that does not discriminate based on gender or sexuality..." you trailed off, realizing that you sounded like a spokesperson for your company's marketing campaign. 

"I actually came here just to find out about your sexuality, girl, since you sounded so nice on the phone!" To your horror, the client stood up, walked around the table, and sat down next to you on the large leather couch. His sly grin remained etched on his face, and you understood that he had no intention of making any purchases. As he forcefully grabbed your hand and pushed it between his legs, you gasped. Your phone lay on the table, and the imposing wooden doors prevented any sound from escaping to alert your colleagues of your distress. Your eyes fell on the letter opener on the table, next to the flyers and paperwork from the morning. 

“I will give you a good tip, so show me - how is your head…!”, he murmured and the grip on your hand got tighter. That was your breaking point. In a split-second decision, you instinctively reached for the letter opener resting on your desk. Its design was reminiscent of the sword once wielded by your chief manager Mihawk, a renowned sword master.

With a swift motion and without any regret you stabbed the small iron blade into the neck of your attacker, making his eyes go wide in disbelief over the blood fountain suddenly gushing out from under his ear. He gargled, trying to cover the wound and hissed “You fucking bitch!” but you had already stood up, trying to get away from the fountain of blood spilling over the leather couch and your black suit and sheer tights.

The guy had finally stopped smiling and you felt a sense of relief. Still heavily breathing you went to your desk trying to grab anything to hold on to. You were still in shock but you also felt like this was the only thing you needed to do today. Your work was done here, time to punch out and go home.

As the client gasped for his final breaths on the couch, a sudden knock at the door startled you. Without hesitation, your boss, Sir Crocodile, made his entrance into the office, dressed impeccably in a sleek black suit, his presence accentuated by the cigar he held. 

"Y/n, I was just coming in to discuss the sales numbers from last month and review our plans for Q3..." he began, but his words trailed off abruptly as his gaze fell upon your pale face, the crimson stains on your hands, and the somber scene that unfolded on the couch before him. 

"Oh..." he remarked, his reaction to a dying person being the one you least expected from all possible responses.

“I…!”, that was all you were able to say, looking in horror at your own hands and the blood stains on the carpet. 

"Did the sales proposal go wrong?" your boss inquired, carefully placing the documents on a nearby shelf to avoid any stains. 

"He... he tried to assault me," you stammered, your voice trembling as you spoke. 

Crocodile approached the lifeless figure and casually lifted his arm before letting it drop back onto the couch with a nonchalant "flop." 

"What a tasteless suit brand. He reeks of cheap whiskey as well... I think you handled the situation very well, dear Y/n!" 

You couldn't believe what you were hearing as your boss praised you. 

"Are you alright, though? It must have been quite a shock for you..." 

With just two swift strides, your boss stood before you, his towering presence simultaneously intimidating and comforting. He gently took hold of your blood-stained hands, inspecting them as though he had stumbled upon a hidden treasure. 

"I'm... I'm fine, I suppose," you whispered, relieved to be able to utter any words at all. 

"How about you take the rest of the day off, my dear?" Crocodile suddenly suggested, causing your heart to race. Did your beloved boss just refer to you as "my dear"?

“I am fine, Sir..!”, you tried to utter and you looked into his dark purple eyes. A rush of adrenaline had run through your body, heightened now by the sensation of Crocodile's warm skin on yours.

He gently raised your hands to his mouth and you gasped in disbelief as he carefully opened his lips, licking over the blood on your fingers.

The tension in the office got unbearable and you suddenly realized that the death of the client and you having killed him had turned Sir Crocodile on. He didn't even ask for your approval, he did not need to hear it, seeing the same fire in your eyes as mirrored in his own was enough proof for him. Without hesitation he quickly grabbed your hips, pushing you up on your wooden office desk, starting to greedily kiss you. His lips tasted like cigar smoke and blood and it made your mind go blank.

Instinctively you wrapped your legs around his waist and put your arms around his shoulders. You were only kissing but you already felt like moaning into his mouth, your arousal palpable. Crocodile did not wait any longer. While still kissing you, he unbuckled his belt, pulling down both his trousers and underwear. His throbbing cock was so huge, pressing against your clothed folds, for a moment you were not sure if you could take it all. He did not give you a choice. Ripping your tights apart, he pulled down your panties and pushed your skirt up. Your bare ass was seated now on documents from the morning briefing and before your boss embraced you, he quickly checked with his fingers if you were ready for him. The slick sound made him smile, he kissed your neck and gently whispered: 

“Killing that guy turned you on, didn't it?”

Without waiting for your reply he pushed into you, his full length filling you in an instant. Surprisingly you were ready to take him - there was no pain, only pleasure. As he started to move relentlessly into you, your thighs and your butt started slapping against the wood of the desk. You moaned into his shoulder, feeling his big cock filling you to the brim. As you held onto him you were able to peek over his shoulder, seeing the lifeless body of the client still slightly bleeding, but much less than earlier, leaving a big crimson puddle on the floor. 

Crocodile gently but vigorously pulled your hair forcing you to look at him. 

“Focus on me, baby. I want you to enjoy every moment of this…!” his deep voice was laced with desire, you could feel his cock pulsating against your velvet folds. 

His demand made you feel getting close to your own orgasm, he pressed his hand on your mouth, trying to stifle your moans and holding on to you while his motions grew more forceful and vigorous. 

“Almost there..!”, he leaned over and whispered these words into your ear.

“I underestimated you, I knew you were beautiful and charming.. but I did not think you had the guts to kill someone…!”, his voice turned husky from the fast-paced breaths.

You pushed your nails into his skin and threw your head back as the orgasm washed over you like a wave. Seeing you squirting all over his cock made him go wild, with some last stuttering movements he pushed his cum inside of you, gently collapsing with his massive body on your suit jacket. You both were panting, the room was hot and sticky, the scent of blood and wrongdoing hung in the air.

He slowly stood upright, handing you your underwear and pulling up his trousers, adjusting his tie in a swift movement. 

Still overwhelmed by the intensity of the moment you silently grabbed your panties, pushing them into your jacket pocket instead of putting them back on. 

"Well, I've been in need of a personal assistant for quite some time now," Crocodile cleared his throat, smoothing back his slicked hair with a swift gesture. "How about we tidy up this mess together and then discuss your well-deserved promotion?"

#one piece #sir crocodile x y/n #sir crocodile x reader #sir crocodile one piece #x reader #yujowriting #sir crocodile #alabasta #sir crocodile smut #one piece x reader #one piece smut

[blimbo-buddy]

I'm a lover of messy GrayFire. These two would have so many problems and that fueled me in the past. (Alongside Fireheart x Silverstream, but it's them realizing Graystripe is two-timing them and they use the other as a rebound but oops, somewhere along the way, feelings actually popped up and neither know what to do about that. She also survives so Fireheart ends up snatching the title of dad from Graystripe because he doesn't deserve it.) Here's an old piece I wrote. Feast upon the slander.

Also you do not understand the amount of restraint I am showing not writing Little Red Frostpaw and Big Bad Wolf Splashtail... You put that possibility in my head and I have ideas.

TW for a toxic relationship, cheating, and internalized xenophobia.

I'd like to preface this by saying my interpretations of the two.

Graystripe has no sense of loyalty to the Clan. He doesn't care about Clan laws and cares about his own comfort the most. More often than not, his attitude gets others hurt because he breaks the rules selfishly. He meets Silverstream, not telling her that he's with Fireheart, and ignores training Brackenpaw (who, canonically, is the son of his former mentor). However, he does have loyalty to cats... to an extent. He would throw himself into a battle to protect Fireheart, but he won't stop cheating on him.

I see Graystripe as the type to not be in relationships long. He's more of a fling type of guy. Long term with children does not work for him. He only enjoys the phase where sparks fly and it feels like a blissful honeymoon. After that? Count him as gone. However, he never explains this to anyone - especially not to Fireheart, who believes they're genuinely mates.

Fireheart, meanwhile, is loyal to the Clan almost no matter what. He has morals he holds himself to, but he feels very guilty when he goes against the Clan norm despite having done what's right. His optimism and steadfast personality has allowed him to keep his head up. At this point, he's dangerously optimistic and needs to be told that sacrificing himself all the time is very bad! He sees the best in Graystripe as a funny goofball who's his best friend for life... despite knowing deep down that Graystripe is doing wrong things.

Fireheart has also internalized his xenophobia very hard. Like, to the point that he blames himself for Graystripe cheating.

Yeah, it's... it's not a healthy relationship. It's hard to see it as one - especially within canon - with all of the mistakes both Fireheart and Graystripe make in their relationships. (With Fireheart cheating on Sandstorm with a ghost, which I constantly throw out completely because it's weird and gross and unneeded, and Graystripe being disloyal and abandoning his kids at the forefront.)

You Keep Lying

Graystripe saunters back into camp, a grin on his maw as he tosses a mouse onto the prey pile. Annoyance flares up inside of Fireheart as he watches his mate casually strike up conversation with Whitestorm. All day, he gave excuse after excuse for Graystripe. What's more, he trained both of their apprentices! His claws dig into the ground, his fur bristling.

I do all of that... Fireheart grits his fangs. For the last moon, Graystripe keeps going off to meet his so-called friend in RiverClan and pushing back telling the Clan they're together. What does the fish-breath of RiverClan have over him? Did he make some kind of mistake that led to this?

He stares at Graystripe, but the tom's yellow eyes never stare back. Graystripe's yellow gaze travels to every cat but him. Of all cats, he thought that Graystripe didn't see him as the kittypet outsider. They're lovers, aren't they? So why doesn't he look at him? Does he need to go get scarred to prove his worth for the millionth time?

"Oi, Fireheart." Yellowfang's raspy voice makes him jump. His head swivels towards the shaggy-furred molly. She sighs and sets a paw on his shoulder. "Calm your heart, kit."

Fireheart can't help but bitterly laugh. "My heart as in the thing that's somehow still in my chest or my fears?" Anger thickly drips from his tone and his eyes follow Graystripe. The other tom's ears draw back as Lionheart confronts him with a disappointed expression. Although, rather than apologize for skipping training his son, Graystripe shoots him a desperate look.

Why must he always lug him out of trouble?

He bumps into a paw. Yellowfang's brows press together as she stares at him. Silence thickly surrounds her before she mutters, "You don't gotta go rescue him from the mud he got himself stuck in."

His ears pin back, another laugh tumbling out like a hairball. Even if Graystripe hurts him, he... "But I do, Yellowfang. He's my-" He cuts himself off. Quickly, he presses his paw against Yellowfang's before moving it out of his way.

Even if Graystripe and him are keeping quiet...

Even if Graystripe keeps making mistakes...

He wants to trust him just one more time. It isn't so wild to dream. Hey, his dreams are quite magical and, according to Yellowfang, shouldn't be happening! And, even excluding his dreams, he has managed to become a real warrior despite his kittypet blood. He's special. That means that, so long as he perseveres, it'll work out!

Fireheart slips between Graystripe and Lionheart, flashing the golden tabby an apologetic smile. "Please don't be too upset, Lionheart. There's a reasonable explanation." He meows and glances back at Graystripe. No shame flickers onto Graystripe's expression, but he's sure that Graystripe is just acting.

This time, he will get a proper explanation...

Lionheart's tail lashes as he narrows his eyes onto Fireheart. It's so clear that the senior warrior doesn't believe him one bit, though he sighs. "Fireheart," his voice rumbles, "My former apprentice can stand on his four paws just fine. When Bluestar gave my son to him, I was under the impression that he would be mentoring Brackenpaw, not you."

His chest tightens. Panic sparks and the flames begin to shoot across his pelt. This next part needs to be convincing. Just... Oh! "I told Graystripe I could handle training Cinderpaw and Brackenpaw. It's good to keep siblings together, isn't it? Graystripe hasn't been feeling the greatest here lately, but I assure you that we won't slack on their training." Confidence floats through his voice because it's true. This whole farce will end. Graystripe can't keep going off and abandoning him.

It works out for everyone!

Although, Lionheart's expression contorts into one of fuming rage. The golden tabby unsheathes his claws and digs them into the soft soil. His fangs bare, yet none of his actions are aimed at him. "You won't slack on training them, Fireheart." He states before glaring at Graystripe. "But Graystripe? My son told me you aren't teaching him anything!"

Graystripe looks away, finally speaking up. "I'll make sure to work with him tomorrow." He begrudgingly meows. His eyes stare off into the distance... No, off towards RiverClan.

The complete disregard of not only himself, but Brackenpaw, makes Fireheart waver.

It's not like he hasn't known. The stars know he has been ignoring it in favor of trying to peacefully resolve things. If the Clan finds out, it's over for both of them. While Graystripe may be the one screwing up, he's the kittypet letting it happen.

Lionheart towers over Graystripe, glaring his former apprentice down as if he's a bug. The stench of fear rolls off of Graystripe as he stares into Lionheart's green eyes. "If your attitude doesn't change-" Within that very moment, Lionheart's paw slams down onto Graystripe's head and smashes him into the dirt.. "-Bluestar is going to have to beg StarClan to let me off with just exile to the Dark Forest."

For a few moments, Graystripe lays there stunned and helpless. His paws eventually twitch and he brings himself to croak out, "Yes... Lionheart..."

Without another word to Graystripe, Lionheart begins to walk away, not without whispering, "I don't blame you, young Fireheart," in his ear. But... Is he not to blame? He has been allowing Graystripe to do this by being a cover. Isn't he just... He's to blame.

Kittypets are always to blame.

"Are you alright?" Fireheart sheepishly asks Graystripe as he gets to his paws. The gray tom doesn't answer, so he decides to slowly tack on, "How about we eat outside of camp tonight? Just the two of us and the forest."

Graystripe looks at him. No warmth stares back at him. Nothing stares at him. There is no besides. He opens his maw, going to try something else, but Graystripe is already walking away. Desperate, he follows after him. Hushing his voice, he murmurs, "We both know that your secret meetings couldn't go on forever. Why not cut ties with your friend and-"

Finally, he gets a reply. "You don't understand, Fireheart." Graystripe snarls, not at all caring the Clan has its eyes on them. "You never do."

His fur fluffs out. Somehow, he bites back a hiss and manages to say, "Because you never talk to me." He doesn't even know who Graystripe is meeting or why! Yes, he has his assumptions - that being Silverstream - but Graystripe has never said it's her! For all he knows, it could be some tiny murderous outsider!

Tail lashing, Graystripe whirls around to face him. He recoils seeing his mate's honey-colored eyes morph into flames. Fear digs into his pelt. His chest tightens, swearing that the worst will be said. That everything will end because he was acting like a kittypet and not a Clancat when he chose not to tell Bluestar about this.

Getting nose-to-nose, Graystripe whispers under his breath, "Because it's my business."

Oh... It's- It's not. He can... He can work with this. Everything is fine. The tension in the air can always fan out. He forces up a smile, trying to get it together. "It's my business too," he defends weakly, "I've been training Brackenpaw."

Graystripe stares down at him, his gaze softening. His ears pin back as he slowly opens his maw. The gray tom's tense shoulders loosen and he lowers his head. "I'm sorry." He whispers at long last.

Fireheart waits a few seconds, desperate to hear him say more, but it never comes. In all fairness, the whole Clan is staring at them. Surely, Graystripe will tell him later.

He will, right?

"I forgive you." He says, nuzzling the crook of Graystripe's neck. The embrace is slowly returned and a purr builds in his throat. "How about we talk about it somewhere else?"

Graystripe jerks back. A laugh leaves him as he looks at the fresh-kill pile. "Let's get something to eat. I don't want all of it to be gone." The words are rushed out of him and he hurries towards it.

Tears sting his eyes. His head drops and he stares at his paws. He hasn't told a soul the truth. Even though it hurts, he has lied to those he respects and trusts all for Graystripe. No matter what, he'll protect Graystripe. He's shown that. So, why can't he be trusted? What more does he need to do?

Really, a bitter voice in his head pipes up, I shouldn't need to do anything! I'm his mate! I'm the one he said he'll be with till the stars all die! That makes me trustable, doesn't it?

Lugging himself after Graystripe, the answer weighs heavily in his gut. It sloshes around with the acid in his stomach. The taste of mouse lured him into Clan life, but now as he stares down at one, his nose can only scrunch up.

Agree, messy GreyFire is the only GreyFire that we accept 'round these parts. Also wait FireHeart+SilverStream with those circumstances is a good idea, throw GreyStripe into the dirt, FireHeart isn't the step dad he's the dad who stepped up. Also oh god oh shit oh fuck uhoh little red frostpaw be careful.

Honestly it seems pretty in-line for GreyStripe to be like that. Just like you said he's always leaving BrackenPaw and ends up with FireHeart always having to take over the mentor job, the poor guy not knowing that GreyStripe scatters off to cheat on him with SilverStream (GreyStripe told her he was single probably). FireHeart on the other hand having internalized Xenophobia is one of my favorites for him because considering the way he was brainwashed into the clan's hateful and war loving culture, it's a sad fate for him that's disguised as being an inspiring story. Also what a way to make FireHeart one of those positive people who take it to an unhealthy and extreme level, such an interesting idea for him! Full talk about the story under "Keep Reading" as to shorten the post more

Off to a great start with FireHeart recognizing that GreyStripe avoids his responsibility as a mentor. But also god…. FireHeart feeling like it's his fault that GreyStripe won't look at him or be with him often, FireHeart you're not horrible GreyStripe just needs to be hung, drawn and quartered. Side note I love YellowFang's call to FireHeart beginning with "Oi", really makes you remember the cats are British. FireHeart is trying to come up with more ways to defend him and even YellowFang has to step in and go "You don't have to always defend him, he got himself into that mess" but Fire still tries to defend Grey because he just desperately wants to see the good in him. FireHeart shows signs of dangerous optimism in his character, he thinks that because of his special dreams, he is special, and because he is special, then these things MUST end well because he - a presumably special cat - believes they will! Right?

But now we're back at the beginning of the cycle, FireHeart making pathetic excuses on behalf of GreyStripe. But instead of the cat he is talking to accepting the excuse, the cat instead becomes sick of these reasons that FireHeart brings up. LionHeart is pointing out GreyStripe's failure to properly mentor BrackenPaw, FireHeart may be handling it well, but it was GreyStripe who was assigned to teach BrackenPaw, not FireHeart. GreyStripe tries to make an empty promise that he'll do better because all he can do is "promise'" to be a better cat, all to get other's off of his back, all to avoid responsibility, all to visit Riverclan. The fact that GreyStripe's stupid ass is enough to make LionHeart - a calm, collected, and patient cat - snap and lash out at his former apprentice is truly telling of GreyStripe's ability to push even the most patient of cats over the edge. But FireHeart sees this and the other past events between him and GreyStripe and just- blames himself for it, specifically focusing on how he's the "kittypet allowing it to happen", his internalization against kittypets shows, he believes that kittypets are always to be the blame.

GreyStripe gives him a pathetic fucking apology, immediately trying to turn attention away from the situation/conversation at hand in favor of trying to distract FireHeart. He's yet again avoiding accountability and responsibility for his actions and words. He wants FireHeart to ignore the truth of their relationship but it only causes the truth to eat at FireHeart's mind, soul, and heart. FireHeart just wants everything to be better, to be normal, he wants their relationship to be just like how it was when he first joined the clans. But, he can't go back anymore, he can't go back and reject the offer of clan life, to live out the rest of his days as a Kittypet.

Poor FireHeart desperately clings onto desperation that GreyStripe will change despite the responsibilities he's avoiding. He just wants GreyStripe to love him and wants GreyStripe to know that his heart will always belong to him, but the same can't be said for GreyStripe. GreyStripe's heart, rather, belongs to someone else.

It's so sad to read about FireHeart's feelings, he genuinely just wants to love GreyStripe but GreyStripe is a cheating son of a bitch who wants Fire to defend him on every immature thing he does. FireHeart please just leave GreyStripe for good come on please

#blimbo rambles #ask #also sorry if my response is a little different. I'm pretty tired right now

[acertainmoshke]

I decided to do these each day I actually write, as a personal incentive and maybe to get some people interested in my snippets.

WIP: Cold Iron

Words written: 627

Draft: First

Chapter: 1 (I'm actually just restarting it from scratch)

What happened: Shakatra, feeling isolated from their current life, wasted the day dancing and spinning in the show, much to the annoyance of their brother Kristoffer. Also took the chance to describe both changelings.

Comments: I focus best first thing in the morning at my desk with coffee, but my desk isn't set up yet and I slept in so here I am at 8pm trying for the 5th time this year to restart this book. I'm cautiously optimistic of this one, but not sure of the quality of today's work. Also, listening to 80's gaming remixes of sea shanties is ideal writing music.

Favorite excerpt:

They could feel the prickles of his skin through his pastel t-shirt and the back of their sweater. The little stings were familiar, comforting. A safe way to hurt. After a very long moment, Shakatra pulled back to look at their brother. He was fat, hiding his large muscles, and this year had decided to put his textured brown hair into long dreadlocks swung over one shoulder. They no longer really noticed his black eyes—pupil-less or all pupil, depending on how you thought about it—or the shimmering abalone horns that curled up through his hair. But every time they saw him, they stared at his skin. It was the color and texture of acorn caps, covered in tiny brown scales with a little sharp spike every few inches. Something about the repetitive texture was endlessly fascinating to touch or watch.

“What happened?” He couldn’t hide his annoyance. They had promised to wash the dishes, to sweep, to go shopping if possible. 

They bit their lip, tasting blood. 

“Shaka?” 

They looked away, back to the dark window. In it was reflected a 30-something androgynous person, with pale skin and unevenly cut black hair and gray eyes. But beneath that reflection flickered another, truer one of an unearthly creature with lightly lavender skin, ears sharply pointed behind its head, and gray eyes slitted like a cat’s. 

“I don’t know.” Their voice was small and shaky. 

“What is going on lately?” 

They didn’t have an answer for him. 

#REALLY rough draft #second drafts always get better detailing #writeblr #daily update #Cold Iron #Moshke writes

[moonchild-things]

Chapter Twelve: Kineshi Hairo, in Search of Lumber

Summary: Being a psychic is not an ideal life, at least for Saiki Kusuo. Didn’t you read/watch The Disastrous Life of Saiki K to know that? Still, this isn’t about him, not really. Instead, let’s focus on his one and only friend, Akari Watanabe, who is also quite abnormal. You might not believe that Saiki would actually have a friend, but that’s what fanfictions are about, right?  

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SCHOOL IS JUST AS NORMAL AS USUAL for the superpowered teens. Though we all know the drill by this point. The normal day will quickly become abnormal because the timeline dictates it or MJ gets bored. Of course, this time she was too lazy to write an original chapter, so we’re sticking to the anime, even if this isn’t her favorite episode or anything. Looks like you’ll just have to deal with it.

Currently, Akari and Kusuo were walking down the school hallway during their break. Though on their way they observed a girl having quite a hard time carrying a heavy box.

The girl grunted, “This is heavy…”

She was just about to fall but her savior was there to catch her and the box. “Watch out! Are you okay?” It is Kineshi Hairo! “Where are you bringing these to?”

“To the teacher’s room,” the girls answered.

Kusuo and Akari watched the interaction from down the hallway, “Kineshi Hairo. He is a central figure of our class committee.” He commented, “His kindness and leadership have won the trust of most classmates. However…”

“Wait!” Hairo exclaimed before scurrying off to a few feet away from the girl, “Carry them here! Humans become stronger when they push their limits!” The girl did just as he said with a little bit of difficulty as Hairo encouraged her,  “Come on! Keep it up! Push yourself harder! Good work!” The girl eventually made it to him and handed him the box. 

Kusuo deadpanned, “His energy can also make him a bit annoying.”

‘Sometimes it’s good to be optimistic,’ Akari said as they watched Hairo with raised eyebrows, ‘though usually there’s a time and a place for it. He’s just… always like this.’

“Nice! All right!” Hairo cheered before taking the box and placing it behind his back, “I will do my best, too. I will hop to the teacher’s room!” He then decided to make it much harder for himself and started to bunny hop his way to the teacher's room with the box behind his back. It’s almost impressive how he can do that. I certainly could do that… I need to get more fit...

“He is tough to others, but he is tougher to himself.” Kusuo stated as they watched him, “As a result, his classmates follow him.”

Hairo started to pass by an open classroom door, drawing the attention of a bunch of classmates. “Look at Hairo,” a student exclaimed.

A different student fist-pumped, “I want to hop, too!”

“I will join in even if I have nothing to carry.” Another student cried out.

So now not only was Hairo bunny hopping down the hallway but there were a few others following in his footsteps. The super-powered teens watched them go as Hairo shouted, “Teacher’s room, I am coming for you!”

‘His boundless energy gives me the creeps sometimes.’ Akari said with a small shiver as they watched the group jump away, ‘How can one person be so energetic?’

Kusuo nodded his head slightly, “I don’t dislike him, but I don’t think we will get along.”

Akari huffed lightly, ‘Eh, you might get along. You just won’t give him the chance.’

Her friend turned his dull eyes down to her, “You know that’s not true.” She just shrugged her thin shoulders in consideration. It’s not like Kusuo actually went out of his way to make friends. Really the only person that he had actively tried to befriend was Akari and he had done that when they were much younger. He certainly wasn’t looking for friendship now. Why would he? He’s already got Akari so there’s no need for any annoyances in his life that could distract him from her or anything that actually matters in life.

Though she thought it over, Hairo’s personality certainly wouldn’t mesh well with either her or Kusuo. She grimaced slightly, ‘Maybe a little bit.’

“Did you know this, Saiki?” Hairo asked as he followed the pair of superpowered teens down the hallway, “When humans sleep, we produce about 300 milliliters of sweat.”

It is later in the day, well, an unspecified amount of time. It’s kind of hard to tell just how much time has passed in these animes. Whatever. It was probably just after school ended.

Kusuo side glanced at him, hoping that he would just walk away sooner or later and leave them alone. “That is so random.”

“The sports festival is coming up,” Hairo explained, “We are building the entrance. But my helper Kudo caught a cold.”

Akari could just imagine what it was like when his helper told him that. No doubt, he had tried to convince him to help him regardless and about him giving up because of his illness. 

The pink-haired psychic stared at Hairo with a mixture of disgust and disbelief, “Are you a monster?”

“Why not ask someone else to help you?” Akari’s wispy voice asked Hairo, “What if we’re busy?”

“Oh, Watanabe,” he barely jumped at her appearance. He just smiled wider at her, “you can help out too!”

“...Did you just ignore what I said?” She asked him plainly.

Though Hairo didn’t answer and just continued on as he led the two towards a classroom. “It’s almost done. We just need to connect the base to the arch. So could you help…” He slid the door open only to find that the archway was completely destroyed. How did it even get like this? I’m blaming Nendo for no reason other than he’s an idiot. He may not be in this episode, but he could have done this. “No! Base! You were fine yesterday! Base! Speak to me! Base! Don’t give up!”

“You can’t motivate inanimate objects.” Kusuo deadpanned as they watched the class representative fuss over the destroyed arch. Akari raised an eyebrow as Hairo continued to shout at the destroyed arch as if he were motivating a student. She truly thought that some of her classmates were insane, and Hairo is no exception. Kusuo then turned, “Good grief. The three of us can’t fix this. We’re going home.”

“Wait, Saiki! Watanabe!” Haiku called out desperately to them. They lazily turned back to him and found the class representative flashing them a large, encouraging smile. “Let’s try our best! If we hurry, we can catch the last train home!”

Kusuo scowled, “Just let us leave.”

Though the pair did end up sticking around with Hairo to help him out a bit. Akari had a feeling that it had to do with Kusuo not actually wanting to say no to Hairo, but if she said that out loud, he’d probably get annoyed with her. Then again he’s always annoyed, so nothing new.

Hairo was running around the room using his fiery passion to try and get the work done as fast as possible. “Okay! I can do it!” He was sawing away at some wood quite passionately, “I can! Never give up! Never!”

“Shut up,” Kusuo groaned from his own corner as he and Akari worked a bit. Well, I say work, but Kusuo was actually trying to do a little bit of work while Akari kind of just watched. She’s not the handiest kind of person, to be honest. “Why am I doing this?”

Akari raised an eyebrow with her eyes gleaming a little bit with mischief, “Because you can’t say no?” Kusuo glared harshly at her with a click of her tongue. Though all she did was giggle lightly into her hands.

“Never give up!” Hairo shouted.

Surprisingly, Kusuo grabbed a hammer and started to work with it, only for it to break thanks to his powers. He stared at it for a moment, “It’s hard to control my strength.”

“No! How can this happen?” Hairo shouted out, which caused Akari to cringe, “We don’t have enough materials!”

Kusuo side-eyed Hairo, “Is he giving up?”

“I’ll go get some more.” Well, he made up his mind quite fast. Doesn’t he have to get home or something? Why is he so desperate to get this done?

Kusuo eyes him tiredly, “Just give up.”

“You two, keep up the good work!” He exclaimed with a thumbs up before sprinting out of the room, “All right!”

“What a pain. We can just leave, but I don’t want to be lectured tomorrow.” Akari and Kusuo then both imagined how Hairo would chew them out tomorrow if they did just disappear. Kusuo then used his powers to assemble the beginning of the archway. “It’s much easier if I don’t use the mallet or saw. But it may look suspicious. I’ll just read until he comes back.” Once he finished he sat down on a box and pulled out a book to read to pass the time.

Akari sighed and whined, “I could be taking a nap right now.”

“Just take one now,” Kusuo said, not even glancing up to her.

She glanced over at him with her sharp yellow eyes, “Will you be alright?”

Kusuo slowly raised his eyes to look over at her. They narrowed slightly as he took in the expression on her face. He didn’t really know what to think of this. Why she was so concerned about him over the littlest of things. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

“I don’t know… Whatever, I’m going to sleep.” So Akari cuddled up with her bag as a pillow and laid down not too far away from Kusuo. It didn’t take that long for her to start lightly snoring. She truly was far more tired than she would have thought. Though then again, it doesn’t take much for her to actually fall asleep. She could fall asleep just about anywhere at any time. Akari is constantly sleepy. Mood.

So while she fell asleep, Kusuo kept an eye on her. It’s not like she was going to go somewhere, so why was he watching over her. Hmm, curious. It’s not like seeing her peaceful, porcelain face as she let out soft snores calmed him in some way. Or that he believed that she looks quite adorable like this. No, of course not. Hell would freeze over before he would openly admit anything like that. Though it seems like it was starting to become a little bit chilly down there.

Time passed and soon enough the sky started to become a mixture of orange and yellow as the sun disappeared. Even though all this time, Akari continued to sleep soundly. She’s a deep sleeper after all. The shadow-manipulator can sleep through just about anything! And even as time passed, Kusuo continued to keep an eye on her. So sweet!

“He is late.” Kusuo commented, “What is he doing? It is unlikely that he is being lazy. I’ll search for him. Clairvoyance.” His eyes then crossed as he looked for Hairo. He ended up finding him but he was in a bit of a peculiar situation. “There he is. What is he doing? What? Where did he find that?” Apparently, Hairo was walking around the neighborhood with a large log tied to his back as he tried to lug it back to school. “If you can’t buy wood at a store, just accept that.” Though it turns out that Hairo didn’t want to just leave Kusuo by himself, even though that’s exactly what the psychic wants. “I’m fine. Give up.” The log is also covered in fungi, Hairo came to find out. “What’s wrong? Throw it out.” There was then a scream as the door busted open with Hairo hanging onto the log that slid into the room. “You slipped.”

“Sorry for the delay!” Hairo gave Kusuo a thumbs up with a dazed expression, “We can finish this by dawn now!”

“No, you can finish it sooner than that.” A voice said from the doorway as some students came into the classroom.

“What?” Hairo questioned as they turned to the newcomers, “Why are you here?”

One of the boys smiled, “We were at practice, and we saw you sliding on that log.” 

“You always help us,” someone else said.

A different, no-named character exclaimed, “Let us help you!”

“All right! Let’s do this!” Hairo was just about in tears at the show of teamwork from his fellow students. He jumped up, “Let’s huddle up!”

“Go team!” They all cheered.

Kusuo just eyed them in boredom, “Don’t huddle. Just get right into it.”

So they all set off to work together as the sun disappeared and the moon illuminated the sky. A couple of the students worked together to clean the log Hairo got, “Get rid of the fungus!”

They then worked on cutting it, “I’m cutting it!”

A student kicked another boy who was sitting on the ground, “Don’t just sit there!”

Even Hairo worked his hardest, obviously, which ended up with his pants falling down again and his butt hanging out. It wouldn’t be a true Hairo appearance in this anime without his pants falling down for some reason.

After the quick montage of all of the students working together and Kusuo making sure that no one bothered Akari, they finally got it done. “It’s done!”

“It looks great!”

Everyone cheered at their accomplishment, “Good grief.” Kusuo said, “It took a lot of time to finish it. Normal humans have it rough. Well, it’s not bad to do something like this from time to time.” Whoa, did he just admit to actually not finding this annoying? What the-

“By the way,” someone said, “why are you preparing for the sports festival now? It is still a month away.”

Kusuo looked up, “What?”

“What are you saying?” Hairo smiled as if unbothered at the reminder, “A month goes by fast!” Every student in the room blanched, which the fiery guy didn’t even notice.

“I knew it. We’ll never get along.” Everyone then started to sluggish shuffle out of the classroom. After all, all of them were just about completely tired now. Add in the fact that it was nighttime now and everyone was in need of some sleep. Speaking of sleep, Kusuo walked over to Akari who was still napping even though all of the work. He knelt down to her level and nudged her slightly, “Akari.”

She just burrowed herself underneath the sweatshirt that had magically appeared at some point while she was sleeping(*cough* Kusuo’s sweatshirt *cough*) that was used as a makeshift blanket. “Hmm…”

Kusuo sighed tiredly, and nudged her once again, this time brushing away her inky hair to get a better look at her porcelain face, “Get up.”

“Oh…” She yawned cutely and rubbed her eyes, “are they done?” She glanced around the room to find that it was just the two of them left and the archway was completely done. Akari is impressed with it actually being done.

Her friend's eye twitched at the reminder of the fact that he had just wasted his time with the arch. “Yes, now let’s go home.”

He helped her get up from the floor and grabbed her things for her as they started to leave the classroom. Akari yawned once again, seeing that it was night outside, “Oh, it’s quite late.” Her soft voice commented as they headed out of the school, “I guess I’ll have to stay up a bit late to do homework.” She pouted lightly.

Kusuo sighed, “I’ll help you out with it, just stay over.”

Akari tilted her head as her sleepy eyes stared at him inquisitively. It’s not a foreign concept for Akari to sleepover at the Saiki house or vise versa. However, they’ve done it less and less ever since they started high school. Most likely because, as much as neither of them commented on it, they were awkward teens. Even if they are best friends, sleeping in the same bed like they did as kids is a bit weird for them now.

“Oh,” she coughed, “all right…”

So that night they both headed to Kusuo’s house, of course after Akari told her parents and grabbed her clothes. Kusuo’s parents were more than welcoming of Akari sleeping over. They did have to embarrass the two teens a little bit(“Keep the door open, Ku-kun!~”), but it was pretty much fine. They worked together on their homework for a while, ate some food, and then got ready for bed. Kusuo, surprisingly and shockingly, gave up his bed for Akari to sleep on while he made a place to sleep on the floor. So the pair fell asleep like that. Neither of them admitted out loud that they were both… anxious(?) about sleeping over like this since they haven’t done it since they were young. Oh, well.

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[demonsfate]

Ah that makes sense, I thought it was part of the SFxTekken game. I haven’t played T6 (only watched a few endings) so I'm rather surprised they made Xiao.. THAT BAD. In TT2 (was it 2? man I don't even remember but I think it was) she even goes like "wth are you talking about" to Miharu when she suggests maybe Xiao will marry her special person in the future and here she's all "lmao I WILL kill you to marry Jin" which is??? Insane. I knew about Jin's character assassination but those screenshots made me cringe. Why do authors/creators insist on ruining their characters (when they're already great) it's beyond me. Let's just pretend T6 was like a nightmare.

Nah, the SFxTekken game looks like this!

While Project X Zone uses more sprites since it's a DS game. But yeah, not only in TTT2 was Xiao annoyed by Miharu's "teasing" - but she showed the same annoyance in Tekken 4.

Because Xiao was never obsessed with Jin, she was never a weird fangirl stalker character. She's a normal girl who's a bit optimistic, and maybe at times naïve, sometimes she can be childish. And so, her crush on Jin is just a normal crush. And clearly, something she doesn't want to admit to - perhaps because Jin is her best friend of high school, and she doesn't know if he'll even return her feelings. Like most people with crushes - they usually like to be discreet about them.

I'm not surprised they did her that bad - Jin is unbelievably bad to the point where when I was watching my brother play Scenario Campaign, I was just frustrated throughout most of it. So yeah, TK6 just shows how... bad it is in terms of writing - at least for characterization. Both Xiao and Jin are just wildly out of character, they don't even feel like the original characters. So, yeah - for the most part, I just wanna believe TK6 is a nightmare lol. Had it not been for my own ideas, and TK7+ seeming to return Good Guy Jin - I probably would've just completely ignored it lol. But I will say I am a fan of my own ideas of DJ and his war sdfdgkmfgkfdmkg

#✏️ - ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴏsᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏsᴛ // (ooc) #✏️ - ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ? // (inbox)

[naturallyalisia]

Day 3 of 182

Today was meh. I got distracted and got little work done. I see that I have a guide line to create my presentation.

I washed my face twice today and I finished my hair when I said I would. I'm so tired today. I may sleep early, despite it already being 12 am..

Anyway! I met up with my friend this evening, we went to the park and we walked, talked and sweated. We actually just walked.. not speed walking. Just walking which was different for me to walk so slow and actually take in & enjoy a conversation. This was nice.

My friend and I talked a lot. We talked about hair, funny stuff, and more. we also talked about more things, life and I confided in her about my struggles because she knew I was holding in a lot. It was insightful. I'm working on no longer being the one to speak and complain about my problems to friends to the point of annoyance. So I've definitely been saving things for my therapist and trying to work it out myself.

But I learned today there is a difference between dumping on a person and being vulnerable and listening to another person's feedback. It was healthy. She asked if I wanted to just talk or get feedback. The chat was intentional and felt personal. I gained insight to keep in my Rolodex in this transition. It was nice and the first time I talked to someone else, had a good time with another person outside my circle.

I haven't felt so free to be myself around another person like that in a very long time. A wholly animated version of myself that I usually am. Next, we hang out we will make a picnic out of it. It's not to say I don't love my friends but this is healthy and I love it here. I want more friendships and relationships like this and that will be the standard going forward for my new friendships.

I was shown a different perspective today and I'm just so amazed. With my therapy and checking in with myself checking the signs, and messages and my realizations this week.. I'm getting one step closer to being the new and improved me.

Im optimistic.

I also freshened up and when i went to the park I dressed up a bit and styled my hair.. though I was sweating to death. So there's that. I didn't overpack a bag. It was excellent and I responded to my neighbor and did small talk. I think next time instead of mean mugging (because I'm a blind b who doesn't wear her glasses) I'll say hi to the new neighbor with the bike in the back.

My spouse also bought me some rose which was nice. It tasted good and I had beer and drank it out my favorite mug. I do enjoy the occasional drink but I do I want to start saving the drinking for the weekends indefinitely and wine when it calls for. (tbd)

#day 3 of 182 #personal #self improvement #self care #healing

[onewomancitadel]

You can ignore this, but I think a lot of the "simp"(Im sorry for using this word) talk comes from "White Knight Syndrome". People have an instivtive revulsion towards it. I think Jaune helping Cinder reminds them of that which is why they find it gross. Thats why you notice this natural aversion to it in real life. People are trying SO hard to not be a WK that they actively try to avoid helping a woman do anything. To be continued...

Continued: This is then reinforced by women who have the whole "I'm an independant Woman and I dont need no man" mindset. Which is good. Nothing wrong with that at all btw. Males have simply seen this and concluded that women don't in fact need their help with things. Which is true, but then this trickles down to how we react to fiction. SO if we have Jaune and ACTUAL white knight helping a women in need on screen? Most of the reactions are going to be disgust. To be continued...

Continued: Alright. I'm done. Thats the gist of the issue. You can ignore this now. I only commented because I saw the discussion when browsing your blog. I know this topic annoyes you and ruins the sanctity of your channel so please ignore this. I don't want the discussion to ruin the your mood. I only sought to give you some context. That is all. Please have a wonderful day and don't let the tragedy of modern social dynamics ruin your evening. Knightfall is beautiful and so is your blog.

No other asks came through other than these, but I suspect one may have slipped through.

If you're going to send a lengthy message, get a Tumblr account and use the dashboard view to send a post-length ask that way. It means I don't have to copy out multiple messages and asks do not disappear that way, as the old ask style is unreliable.

"I'm an independant Woman and I dont need no man" mindset. Which is good. Nothing wrong with that at all btw.

Lol.

Males have simply seen this and concluded that women don't in fact need their help with things.

Everybody needs and deserves help. You're conflating the issue. Basic care and compassion and respect - and love - in real life OR a fictional ship is not the same thing as women being forced into a social contract with men where financial 'help' from men is exchanged for domestic labour and sex. The point is that 'help' men have given to women has not been unconditional. It's not a 'privilege' that women no longer receive. This is completely unrelated to anything that I discuss on my blog in the context of compassion and redemption. Fundamental compassion and care is not... fuck me, this is actually fucking ridiculous. How is being in love with a woman and/or helping her BAD?

Listen, if one's worldview is so broken that that is misconstrued as 'whiteknighting' we have bigger problems than you think. This is why I don't want to talk about it. You're taking this idea of 'whiteknighting' seriously - a way men surveil other men - and putting it at my feet like it's a real phenomenon I need to be careful of or something that is a direct response to - feminism? So is this women's fault now, too? Lol. Don't answer that. I don't really care.

SO if we have Jaune and ACTUAL white knight helping a women in need on screen? Most of the reactions are going to be disgust.

Most? Are you serious? You're talking about some people with extremely broken mindsets and extremely broken relations to other people. I don't think this is 'most'; I am actually rather optimistic about men, contrary to what might be implied here given it's such a dark topic.

Jaune is not an actual 'white knight', I'm sorry, that's absurd.

I know this topic annoyes you and ruins the sanctity of your channel so please ignore this. I don't want the discussion to ruin the your mood. I only sought to give you some context. That is all.

I don't lack context.

I know very well what is motivating this discussion. I also think it should be treated with the absurdity it deserves. I highly doubt my opinion is wanted by anonymous trolls, anyway, and as such I have not expanded beyond some earlier ask-response conversations (whence the topic of 'simp' arose). I have been accused of things I have not said and they have neither read nor comprehended any of my writings. They are not worth my time. I don't want to have feminist debates on my Tumblr blog. It is not open season on this shit. I want to make my dollies kiss in peace.

The sanctity of my blog isn't violated because I think that my ideals hold up against whatever nonsense some anon with a chip on his shoulder is peddling in my inbox.

I understand that you are trying to be helpful and you obviously have some measure of respect for my time so I appreciate that.

I realise that you said I don't have to respond to this - and I've now opened myself up for fire on the front of speaking on the topic of gender once again, I'm sure some anon will get pissy with me - but I was actually rather insulted by the notion that I don't fully understand what's going on. Lol. Trust me. I know.

Frankly, I don't agree with you, and so I figured it was worth responding. But, you are being kind and respectful, and to me that's worth more. Take care. Have a nice day.

Just no one please send me an ask about this topic ever again.

#seraphina's asks #user: anonymouse

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

Before you close up can i get Phil (Blueycapsules) x Reader, where back when Jeremy and Michael tried to set Phil up with some dude, they set Phil up with Reader?

So you either arrived to your blind date super early...or he was extremely late. 

But you didn’t mind. You couldn’t judge this guy if you never even met him. All you knew about him was whatever the ad said; it showed up in your neighborhood, nailed to a pole during your usual walks and it intrigued you.

You’ve been longing to put yourself back out there, so you figured this would be a good place to start. Not to mention he looked quite handsome and seemed to have some good qualities. 

What do you have to lose? 

Well..maybe your patience as you sat in the Applebee's and watched customers come and go, with the sun going down after several long hours. Even the servers kinda pitied you and asked if you needed anything numerous times. You left the restaurant a few times, taking a walk or a bathroom break. Thank goodness the table reservations were all day.

You kept checking the window in case he showed up, remaining hopeful and optimistic. Though as day turned to night and you sat back down in the same seat, you sighed and stared at the flowers in the vase, finally wondering if you were getting stood up.

‘I swear the ad said 8:30 AM..and it’s almost PM now..’

Checking your watch, you huffed in annoyance. You really didn’t want to believe he simply forgot or was pulling a prank on you. You’re certain he had his reasons or misunderstood whoever set you two up on this date.

"Oh! Hello, [y/n]..right?”

You perked up at the voice and smiled, recognizing the man’s face instantly. “Hey, you made it! Didn’t think you would, Philip.”

“Yeah..I’m so sorry I’m late.” He anxiously smoothed out the wrinkles in his jacket before taking a seat across from you.

“It’s all good. I got a bad habit of showing up early.” Finally, you could breathe a sigh of relief, knowing you weren’t scammed. 

Not long after that, a trio of young people came in and sat at a nearby table. Two of them looked like they came from a college costume party and one was dressed normally. ‘I guess Halloween comes early this year,’ you mused, turning your attention to the server who was surprised to still see you here. You and Philip just ordered drinks and sent them away.

“So..” Looking back at him, you decided to break the ice--just to ease the awkwardness of earlier. “You’re a bigshot in the Fazbear business, huh?”

“Yeah..it’s a lot of work.” He sighed. “My employees are more like liabilities than assets..I get most of them are just teens but sometimes I feel like their babysitter. Welp, you gotta make money somehow, right?”

“True, but it also helps if you enjoy what you’re doing.” You pointed out. “There’s no fun in working at a job you hate, but I get that balance is hard to find.”

You could tell work-related stuff slightly bothered him, so you changed the subject, resting your arms on the table. “But speaking of fun, you got any other hobbies besides romcom marathons? I mean I dig them, too, but..what helps you get out of the house? Rollerskating? Fishing?”

At the mention of fishing, his eyes lit up. “Oh you know, I’m something of a fisher myself!” He smirked. “Let me tell you, one time I caught this huge catfish! At least as long as my forearm!” He made a few gestures as he spoke, which made you smile.

What an expressive guy. Exactly what you hoped to find in a man. He was charming without even needing to try at all.

“That’s pretty cool. When’s the last time you went fishing?”

“Gee, the last time was.....!”

Then Philip’s smile abruptly faltered and he froze up. The memories of a certain blond appeared fresh in his mind. 

And they hurt him. 

They hurt a lot.

Why hasn’t he moved on from them by now? 

From him?

You frowned slightly and tilted your head, wondering why he looked scared all of the sudden. “Phil? What’s wrong?”

Leaning forward, you put your hand over his, causing him to flinch as he looked up at you--as if surprised you were still here. “Hey, I’m sorry if I might’ve brought up anything bad. We can talk about something else, I don’t mind.” You reassured him, worried that you messed up.

He was still unsure what to say. He didn’t mean to clam up like an idiot in front of you--especially a guy he was trying so hard to impress.

But before either you or him could talk, you saw the two costumed teens from before rush over to your table.

“Well, don’t you two look like a couple of star-crossed soulmate lovebirds!” The blond with a top hat and clown nose spoke chipperly. “You know we actually have a first date song, for couples on their first date!”

“Oh you do?” You mused, unaware of the way Philip was eyeing them strangely, specifically at their visible ahoges. “I’ve been coming here for years and never heard of anything like that.”

“Well it’s brand new!” He gestured to the other teen in the football helmet. “Take it away, buddy!” Then he started beatboxing.

“R-Right...uhh..w-welcome to the rest of your lives~ Eternal love and marriage and..kissing? Happy love! Forever!” He sang extremely offkey. “Cooking fish head pie and watching the team catch the golden orb~! So much love~! Foreverrrr~!”

You chuckled. Thankfully nobody else in the restaurant noticed or you would’ve died from embarrassment. “Thank you for that, fellas.” Then you turned back to Philip and noticed he was sweating profusely and shaking. “You okay-?”

“You know what, I think I should go!” Without warning he ripped his hand from yours and slammed both on the table as he stood up, speaking fast. “I think I left my cat on. This was great. Let’s never do it again!!”

“Wait a minute, Phil-!”

But he jumped up and immediately ran out of the restaurant, with the three teens chasing after him and yelling something about “free dessert”.

At that moment the drinks arrived, though you told the waiter to keep them before you got up and went after him, leaving cash in the checkbook.

Outside, you witnessed Philip screaming his lungs out at the teens, especially clown-nosed-guy and football-guy. You never thought he could be so angry, but then again he did say his employees were a pain in his ass.

Wait...

Did his own employees set up this date and spy on you both?

Apparently so.

Your heart sunk when you realized he was basically pressured into this “playdate”. It made you worried that he saw all of this as a joke and wasn’t actually into you. But you wanted to know the truth. 

It would be better than going home confused and possibly never seeing him again.

When he saw you he looked extremely embarrassed and turned the other way, heading past his car and into the nearby park.

It made you a bit hopeful that he didn’t want to leave and forget about you.

So you hiked across the parking lot and eventually found him, sitting down on a bench with his face buried into his hands, breathing heavily. You sat beside him and gently nudged his shoulder. “Employees, huh?”

For a moment he tensed up, but didn’t move, not wanting to look at you after what happened. “..I-I’m...I’m sorry. God, I’m never gonna find love like this.”

“Like what? I know things got awkward but you didn’t have to run away. I...honestly think you’re a sweet guy, Phil. I’m glad we had this date.”

Flustered, he finally looked up at you, his heart practically beating out of his chest as he fixed his glasses. You actually went looking for him after his freak out? He thought he totally blew his chances.

“Y-You think I’m sweet and not...some lunatic manager who shouts at his employees?”

“I’ll admit I didn’t expect that, but you had every right to be mad at them. Though..I kinda enjoyed that football kid’s musical ditty.” You chuckled lightly, before your previous concerns began festering in your mind again. “But..you didn’t really mean what you said back there, did you? About never doing this again?”

“No, I was just..” He sighed, sitting up. “I thought this would’ve gone differently. That it would be normal...then I freeze up like an idiot and those dolts come waltzing in and make everything worse.”

“I guess that’s what makes blind dates special. You never know what to expect.”

With a smile, you took a strip of paper out of your pocket and handed it to him. “If it means anything, I really enjoyed tonight. And...if you wanna take this any further and go out again, just give me a call, okay?”

Philip was shocked that you wanted to be with him still. Although it seemed a little too soon for him to know if you were the one...

He didn’t want to end things here.

So he took the paper and saw your number, blushing at the little heart next to your initials in the corner. “Yeah..maybe we can have a romcom marathon at my place. That way nobody will interrupt us.”

“Sounds good. Thanks for the first date, Mr. CEO~” Acting on impulse, you gave him a quick kiss on the cheek before standing up and taking off, not wanting to see his reaction.

He gawked as he watched you run back to your car, before he held the cheek where you kissed him, sighing dreamily.

Yep, this was a romcom in the works.

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[oddaodd]

· A Dress Made Out Of Daffodils ·

Summary: A tipsy reader feels guilty for not being ready to sleep with Tommy after flirting with him and taking him to her house but he is understanding and loving about it.

Warnings: Mentions of alcohol and smut, nothing too graphic though.

·

Dancing freely with the aid of a couple (or more) drinks on a Friday night is the perfect way to end the week if you asked Y/n. Every weekend she could be seen dancing at The Garrison or even at her own home if she wasn’t feeling like being surrounded by people.

Thomas knew Y/n as Ada’s clumsy optimistic friend who sometimes helped around in the shop and joined his family for dinner. There wasn’t a person more different from him if you asked him. But still he felt himself drawn by her, his entire family did for that matter.

Every time she visited she brought flowers, so the Shelby household was never short on flowers. Sometimes Arthur and John would tease Tommy about how his eyes never seemed to leave Y/n when he was around.

It wasn’t any different during The Garrison’s reopening. Once jolly boisterous and tipsy Y/n, dressed in a beautiful yellow dress caught his attention, his eyes couldn't leave her. His stare must have been intense for at some point her eyes met his, an instant smile etched on her painted lips. Finishing her drink and leaving it on the bar she made his way to him

“You should be dancing Tommy” she said stretching her hand with confidence that she wouldn’t have had if it wasn’t for the whisky.

He took her hand but stayed where he stood “I’m fine here”

“Oh come on, its your grand reopening after all” she smiled, tugging slightly at his hand.

With a playful roll of the eyes, Tommy succumbed to her and soon they were both dancing in the middle of the room amongst the mass of happy customers. Tommy had never danced with her before but as she danced that night with him he was convinced he could dance with her forever.

A few drinks later Y/n found herself alone with him outside The Garrison with the excuse of needing a cigarette, but before she allowed herself to think about it too much she pressed her lips against Tommy’s. A familiar feeling of desire clouding her senses when he kissed her back. Next thing she knew she was fumbling with her keys before opening her door and allowing Tommy inside.

He pushed her onto her bed and climbed on top of her, his hands roaming her body as his mouth trailed kisses from her neck to her lips.

However, as Tommy’s breath tickled her exposed cleavage, Y/n began to panic. There she was in her room with the man she had always fantasized about and yet she couldn’t shake off the nerves that began climbing her body. Nobody had kissed her the way Tommy was kissing her, no man had ever even been inside her room. She wanted to feel it all, but she could still feel the warm cloak of booze that was numbing her from feeling things entirely.

“Wait” she breathed, feeling her heart pounding violently at the base of her throat. He’d be upset for sure, she knew. After flirting with him all night and accepting his invitation to come inside anyone would call her a tease, and not the good kind, she thought sourly.

“Are you alright?” He asked startled by her tone scanning her face, which was ridden with a mixture of embarrassment and guilt. Sitting next to her, he allowed her to sit up.

“Yeah” she said avoiding his eyes “I’m just too tipsy for this” Bullshit, she was too nervous. Now after having tasted his lips and felt his touch she knew she would never forgive herself if when wanting to revisit this very moment she was impeded by a blurry recollection.

“Sorry” she sighed when she was met by silence that she thought meant annoyance but was actually contemplation. The alcohol still pumping though her body infused with many ´what ifs´ that sent her down a rabbi thole of dreadful assumptions. Tears began prickling her eyes at the situation she had put herself in.

“It’s alright Y/n” he said a bit taken aback by what was going on, he tilted her head with his thumb so he could look at her eyes.

An alarm was set off when he saw how glossy they were. “Did I hurt you?”

“No” she said shaking her head softly “No, its just … I’m not used to this” she mumbled gesturing between the two of them “ I don’t usually go home with men and you are so.. so I really like you and I don’t want to do this and then regret it because I am tipsy and can’t remember”

A newfound warm feeling flooded tommy’s senses and suddenly he felt he could read Y/n like an open book.

“its really alright, Y/n. We can just sit and drink and talk”

“I think it’d be unwise for me to keep drinking” she contemplated dreading the idea of another drink.

“It doesn’t have to be alcohol, love” he suggested softly “do you have tea?”

“I do” she smiled. Feeling her nerves softening “but I don’t feel like making it”

“I can make some”

“Can you just hold me?” She asked and regretted it immediately thinking it was something odd to ask a person you weren’t that close with, but she didn’t have time to criticize her own request because Tommy’s arms were already pulling her closer to him.

Lying on her chest and listening to his heartbeat, Y/n felt at ease and finally allowed herself to calm down.

“This is exactly what I imagined your home to be like” Tommy mused, his fingers tracing soft circles on her back against the fabric of her yellow dress.

“Do you spend a lot of time thinking about my home?” She asked cheekily.

Tommy chuckled “It suits you, is what I meant”

The next morning Y/n woke up in her bed still in her dress, but no Tommy next to her. Making her way downstairs to get a glass of water she thought of what had happened and how very surreal it all seemed.

When she walked into the kitchen she found a daffodil resting on her table atop of a note in Tommy’s handwriting.

“You should wear that yellow dress more often”

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DEBRIS AND MISERY

WELCOME BACK, AGENT ; PART 4 / ?

PAIRING: Loki Laufeyson x Female!Reader WORD COUNT: 2.5k SUMMARY: You're back at your desk job at the TVA, suffering the consequences of your mistakes that led to your crash on Sakaar. However, Mobius has a better job for you than doing just paperwork. A/N: I feel like this one has more platonic mobius x reader than loki x reader lol but you know, this loki is meeting her for the first time again. please leave comments, criticism or love, whatever, I love to hear from you guys who are reading this. enjoy xo gif by @alligatorlokis from this gifset WARNINGS: Swearing. Paperwork. support my writing through ko-fi💖 MASTERPOST ; MASTERLIST

The sweet musky smell almost lulls you to sleep as you skim through the case file of a Loki variant, pictures and text of monochrome glaring under the unforgiving fluorescent office lighting. It’s a harsh reminder of your mishap; a simple overlook during a mission that sent you crashing onto the wasteland of Sakaar. According to the reports as you stood on the pedestal, pleading your innocence to the judge, you were there for an estimated 600 years. Maybe more.

The thought of spending six centuries stranded on a planet sends a wave of pain through your skull—it’s overwhelming information but unsurprising. You do feel like you’ve spent 600 years on that God-forsaken planet.

Now, your once fugitive days have been replaced with the return of being trapped behind a desk and having to recount every event that took place during your time there. Word for word. You despise the TVA’s love of paperwork—it’s a fucking nightmare.

The collar of your shirt feels itchy against the back of your neck, bringing your nails to graze it furiously.

You decide to ignore Miss Minutes' cheery voice despite your agitation, your name rolling off her southern accent. It hints at her chagrin towards your disregarding nature.

"Are you even listenin' to me?"

Her voice lacks all sense of her once constant sunny disposition. You spare the projection a glance, watching her rubber-hose-like arms curve to her where you assume her hips would be. She looks at you with an expectant raised brow. You don’t say anything, keeping eye contact as you snatch an empty event report template, spinning in your swivel chair and away from the glowing tangerine clock.

With pursed lips, you swipe the scatter of mess away, revealing an orange typewriter that sits idly within the expense of your stacks of case files and your collection of vintage Earth cassettes. You hear Miss Minutes' sigh as she strides to the other end of your desk, perching on top of a dusty stack of pending paperwork.

“C’mon, it’s just a test,” the animated clock says. You spare her another look as you feed the report template into the roller forcefully. Bing! The return bar dings unceremoniously as it nearly startles Miss Minutes off the stack.

“That is exactly why I’m refusing to listen to you,” you mutter with annoyance, fingers already flying across the keyboard, punching letters onto the event summary section. The loud clickety-clack of the keys makes it impossible to hear over it. “I don’t get why I need to take a test when I clearly know everything I need to know.”

“Well, you were gone for a very long time and we just wanna test your memory on policies and procedures here at the TVA—”

“Then, why didn’t they come and get me earlier? From the moment I stepped foot on Sakaar, I did everything I could to create a Nexus event or even just a spike and you only came when? When I met Loki.”

Your eyes are now on her startled figure, clicks and clacks coming to an abrupt end. You’re upset over your arrest, the whole hoo-ha at the courtroom, and everything before that. Your behavior is nearly childish but understandable to those who express empathy. You feel like you were being used, prioritizing the capture of the Loki variant that has been causing a ruckus to the timeline. But, it is your job to protect the TVA and the sacred timeline. Although you feel that the TVA should be protecting its employees as well.

“Look, I am not taking that test and that’s my final word. Everyone knows I am capable of handling myself. Plus, I do have tons of paperwork to refresh my memory on policies and procedures if that’s what you’re worried about.”

The cartoon clock nods but with hesitation. However, you do make a fair point. Thus, with a swish and a blip, Miss Minutes disappears into thin air, and you’re left to your own devices once more.

Finally some goddamn peace.

As if the universe doesn’t loathe you enough, someone calls your name, approaching from behind you. A groan escapes from your lips, scowling at the glaring keys of the typewriter.

“What?” you spat. In a swift motion, you swivel in your seat and turn to look over your shoulder.

It’s Mobius, approaching you with sudden caution. You let your shoulder sag with relief, happy to see a familiar friendly face.

“Glad to see you’re back and still feisty.” Mobius hesitantly taps your shoulder, flashing you a small consoling smile. Your expression, however, remains unchanged. “Well, you guys did find me after all.” He spots the glimmer of melancholy in your eyes; they avert back to face the typewriter, hands resting on the keys. Mobius shoves his hand into the pockets of his brown slacks, shifting to lean against the edge of your desk. He knows to tread lightly around you after what happened. You’ve changed with wrinkles of age and crinkles of exhaustion. Sakaar must have not been kind to you.

Yet, you’re here, at your desk; alive and well.

“Hey, what’s got you all wound up?”

It’s a stupid question, really but it’s a question to show he still cares. You have every right to be upset. However, you have every right to be thankful. You would have been pruned. Desk cleared and cassettes discarded—it would be as if you never existed. Renslayer would have never given you any mercy after the act you pulled. Disobeying orders and recklessly throwing yourself into danger with the risk of bringing the whole TVA down. You’re impulsive on missions, but it’s your unrelenting determination that drives you to be one of the greatest analysts Mobius has ever seen.

You’re also a friend. A great one. And he isn’t planning on losing one.

“Please prune me, Mobius.”

Your statement comes off as intentionally sarcastic rather than truly meaningful.

“What? I always thought you adored paperwork.” Mobius hears you groan, burying your face in your hands, elbows propped up on the desk. “My back is already hurting, and I have a migraine just thinking about typing out reports of my time on Sakaar. I think it’s quite clear I adore paperwork.” Your muffled voice tinges sarcasm heavily.

Laughter erupts in his chest. He's glad that your sense of humor never changed. Then, the moment quickly passes and he senses a sudden change in the air. You turn up to look at him.

“What was my Nexus event?”

It’s abrupt, almost arbitrary but leads him to even more confusion. Mobius finds himself frowning. “You don’t know?”

You blink. “That’s the one thing they never told me.”

He shifts in his seat on the edge of your desk, blinking up to the ceiling in thought. “Well, from what I heard...it was because Loki willingly helped you. And it wasn’t for his own advantage.”

It’s your turn to frown. “Wouldn’t that be Loki's fault?”

“Apparently not. It was all you.”

You laugh in response; it comes out like a puff of air. “Well, then. That’s a first. I guess I can finally add manipulation to my list of skills. Plus, pick-pocketing weird cosmic fruits.”

Mobius laughs and taps your shoulder again.

“C’mon, take a walk with me. I’ve got a new case that I need your help with.” You shoot him a quizzical look, eyes catching sight of a thick case file in hand—must be important. “I thought I was supposed to be on desk duty.”

“That doesn’t mean you have to sit behind the desk the whole time,” he shoots back a clever answer with a raised eyebrow, beckoning you to accept his offer. Your laugh comes off as more of a snort. It’s the first one in a while. You stand on your feet, stretching your limbs as you shrug on your coat that was hung over the back of your chair.

“Plus, you’re under my supervision,” he says before turning on his heel, heading for the exit. You watch him raise a hand, his back to you, gesturing for you to follow as he pushes through the wooden door. You hum with amusement, trailing behind him.

-

The winding hallways feel hollow, mundane walls lacking any color of brightness the TVA tries to bring to the space when in all fairness, orange isn’t much of a fun color now that everywhere you look, there’s a tinge of tangerine somewhere. The posters that adorn the walls are your least favorite parts of the headquarters’ decorative choice. You pass one that says 'Always Watching' in big bold letters, ominously glaring at you. The words are far from comforting, almost inhumane—a jarring reminder of where you are and where you stand in the hierarchy of this bureaucratic organization.

Mobius clears his throat from beside you, pulling you out from your thoughts. In a weirdly discreet manner, he hands you the case file with an outstretched hand. You take it, eyeing him and his odd behavior, there’s an unexpected shift in the air.

Then, you glance down, reading the scrawled words on the file that reads: Variant L1130, Loki Laufeyson.

Your strides come to an abrupt end, whipping your head up to see Mobius’ sheepish smile. Your eyes are wide, and you’re shaking your head in utmost objection.

“No, no, no. No. Absolutely no—”

“C’mon, it’s just—”

“No, Mobius. Nuh-uh. I swear, if I have to deal with another Loki, I will prune myself. I literally will.”

You're shoving the file to him, as he attempts to suck it up to you like the optimistic idiot he is although he very well knows once you’ve made up your mind, you cannot be swayed. You’re stubborn, rebellious—it’s what makes you dangerous. Yet, the TVA are pessimists. It’s Mobius who truly recognizes your accompanying positive characteristics that make dealing with your spontaneous character worthwhile.

Then, coincidently emerging from the door of the locker room is Loki himself, dressed in a dress shirt, tie, and slacks—clothes and color schemes accustomed to the TVA’s dress code. Mobius can practically see the wires in your brain short-circuiting as soon as you lay eyes on the God. Your eye twitches and from that, he knows you’re about to go mayhem. It’s the mayhem that’s going to break out on him like a hurricane devouring everything and anything in its way.

“You hired him?! You hired a Loki?!”

Your voice is loud, startling Mobius and Loki as passersby stare at the commotion you’re causing. You find yourself hunching in response, shoulders sagging as if it’s supposed to help with averting the attention away from you. Still, your expression doesn’t falter, and you’re staring at Mobius like he’s nuts.

Your voice comes off as a whisper, tone still harsher than before. “Mobius, are you insane?—”

“Just, let me explain,” he cuts you off with a raised palm to you. You purse your lips, sparing a glance to Loki who seems amused by the looks of the conversation that’s turning to more of an argument because you’re directly questioning your colleague’s sanity in public. Nevertheless, you decide to hear him out.

You watch Mobius sigh at the sight of your raised brow. “We have a variant. A Loki variant that’s been killing our Minutemen and I believe it’s the same one that threw you to Sakaar. So, to hunt down a Loki, what better way than to source the help of another?”

Silence. You’re giving him that deafening silent treatment once more. You’re thinking, he can see the mechanics in your brain running like a steam engine. He observes the way your eyes flicker between him, the file, and Loki who attempts to hide his confusion of you and the whole situation.

You’re not his superior, not even close, but he’s hopeful for your approval of his plan.

You cross your arms, shifting in your stance. “Which Loki is this?” You gesture to Loki with a tilt of your head. Mobius heaves a sigh, a hand to his hip and the other waving in the air.

“He’s, uh, he’s from 2012—”

And you’re back to causing mayhem.

“2012?! Mobius! That’s the worst one yet!”

“Now, hang on just a minute—” Loki interrupts, voice tinged with bewilderment and resentment but with two sharp looks directed his way, he instantly shuts his mouth.

You and Mobius are now back to your whispered debate.

“Look, as much as I hate to admit it, the TVA’s survival all depends on catching this variant and that means our survival. He has potential for change, so much of it...You just have to trust me on this.”

Mobius makes an excellent point but you can't help but feel the queasiness rising from your stomach. It feels like bile. You begin to feel the weight of the case file in your grasp becoming heavier and heavier. It’s the thought of risky business, and you’re almost upset as to why Mobius thinks it’s such a brilliant idea to pull you into this case after the stunt you pulled.

“Care to explain why I'm involved in this? You do know I’m being scrutinized for every move I make, right?”

Following your question, he glances at Loki who seems to be growing impatient, eyes wandering around the hallway. He leans forward and lowers his voice though his pitch raises, like when he's excited about a breakthrough.

“Because I know you’re capable of getting Loki to trust you. It happened once, there’s a high chance it’ll happen again and that’s good enough for me.” He watches you blink once. Then, twice. He continues, “And you’re being scrutinized by me. So, does it really matter?”

You’re silent again but in deep thought and not out of spite. Your troubled eyes find Loki’s. He’s already staring at you and for a moment, you see an unknown glimmer in his eye, expression nearly vulnerable but in an instant, he seals it away from you and averts his gaze, busying himself with straightening his pecan brown tie. It’s a small sign that he must have heard what Mobius said to you quietly. Nothing more.

Your gaze returns to your colleague and you pull yourself together, heaving a deep sigh. “Fine, but I still think you’re insane.”

Mobius beams down at you in an almost proud manner. “Welcome back, agent.” And with a turn of a heel, he waves for Loki to follow as the three of you head down the hallway. Loki quickly catches up beside you, much to your dismay. “So, what’s your story?” he leans into you with a curious smirk. You keep your face forward, shoulder back, and chin up as you reply with a monotonous tone. “None of your business, daddy long legs.”

In your peripheral vision, you note how the God retracts in response to your reply, brows now furrowed as he glances down to his legs in an almost sheepish and innocent way.

You struggle to fight down a growing smirk.

Mobius looks over his shoulder for a moment and catches sight of you and Loki’s expression after your exchange.

It looks like the two of you would get along just fine.

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(Un)deserving | Nishinoya Yuu

requested by @kyonsh​: Hii! I was wondering if you could write a Nishinoya angst with a fluff ending, in which they are childhood friends but Nishinoya feels he isnt enough for her. The plot can change if you feel like it! Thank u so much just for paying attention to my request!

pairing: nishinoya yuu x fem!reader

w.c: 3.343

warnings: angst (with happy ending), noya being hella insecure

a.n: i wonder if i’ll ever manage to finish requests quickly...thank you for being so patient with me <3 i’m finally finished and i really hope it’s what you imagined and i hope you like it! :3 (it’s like 2 am lol (what is sleep).)

If Nishinoya Yuu had to describe you in 10 words or less he’d say: “The most important person in my life.” And he’d say it with his whole chest.

Since early childhood you’ve been by Nishinoya’s side, as his best friend, and he couldn’t imagine you anywhere else other than beside him. You were his partner in crime, his ride and die, his...too precious to lose.

The two of you had met in kindergarten, at the playground. Little Nishinoya had made it his mission to become your best friend after he saw you punch another kid in the face for making fun of a girl who kept bringing her pacifier, seated in between her lips. The kid had called the girl a baby and mocked her making fake crying noises, fists wiping at his eyes as he pouted and frowned. He hadn’t stopped, not even after the girl had started sobbing, fat tears rolling down her cheeks. Nishinoya had gotten ready to be her knight in shining armor, standing to his feet tall with his chest puffed out, when you had already swept in. You hadn’t wasted any time and lunged at the boy, sucker punching him in the face.

Little Nishinoya had watched with wide eyes and a gaping mouth, the sight of a petite girl knocking down a boy older and taller than her had been absolutely world changing to him. In the matter of seconds, you had gone from “girl he goes to kindergarten with” to “most amazing person in the whole town” in his eyes.

You were cool! Not taking any shit from other kids, but you were kind and protective over your friends.

Ensuring your alliance had been of utmost importance to him, the top priority on his list of priorities. He hadn’t realized it back then, still too young and green behind his ears to understand the feelings already blooming in his chest, but he’d been smitten with you since then.

And when you’d agreed to be friends with him, because he was fun and you wanted to play pirates with him, little Nishinoya had lit up like a christmas tree. Since that day he’d stood a little bit taller than before.

That was the first of many times he’s received some kind of approval from you. You liked to give compliments, especially to him (and that wasn’t making him feel all warm and fuzzy inside! No!) But the feeling he’d get when you did, the warmth he’d feel enveloping his whole body and the feeling of growing a little taller with every nice word you fed him, nourishing to him like water to a plant, never dulled.

With you next to him he had felt like the tallest boy on the playground.

You’d been best friends ever since and still Nishinoya couldn’t shake the feeling that he’d won the lottery of life, whenever you’d show up to one of his volleyball games wearing his, his, sweater or every time you’d laugh at one of his joke and you’d laugh at all of them! Even the bad ones.

He felt so lucky that you’d chosen him back then and never gone back on it. Why you’d chosen him he had no idea, but he wouldn’t dare to question it...

If Nishinoya Yuu had to choose one reason why he’d fallen in love with you, he’d remain quiet.

It would have been a betrayal to his feelings for you if he’d spoken up since everything you did and everything you were, all your little tics and habits and quirks, everything that made you so blatantly you, was why he’d fallen so deeply he’d never be able to recover from it. There wasn’t a singular reason, it was all of them.

He’d fallen in love with your different smiles. The way your lips quirked up when you were watching their team train, the soft curve of your lips when the two of you were being silly with each other, the wide stretch of your mouth when you were so happy you could run and dance and scream. He knew what all of them meant and he thought of every single one of them as beautiful.

He loved your silliness. He loved your excitement. He loved your annoyance. He loved your frustration.

The face you made when Nishinoya let his indifference towards his grades show, all scrunched up and displeased, he loved that one, too. And then you’d scold him because if he was performing badly in school he wouldn’t get to participate in the training camps!

He loved that a single nudge to your side could turn you into a giggling mess.

He just loved you...

If Nishinoya Yuu had to name his biggest fear, something he was feared more than anything else, he’d say: “Losing Y/n.”

It was the same answer as to the question of why he hadn’t confessed his feelings to you, yet, told you how he felt, asked you to be his girlfriend.

Because he hadn’t.

What was he so afraid of? Nishinoya, the boy who’d chosen not to be afraid of anything because fear was a waste. Fear stopped people from learning and growing, gathering new experiences and gaining more knowledge. It’s a lesson his gramps had taught him.

So why did he let fear stop him this time?

Well, it was pretty simple.

You were you and Nishinoya was...Nishinoya.

You were well liked by everyone, since you were smart and pretty and honest and kind. You could probably get every boy you wanted in Karasuno High, there was no reason for you to choose him

He was too loud and too passionate, he knew that, and not exactly popular with girls either, partly because of that. Girls didn’t like him because of his height, being 5’3” wasn’t exactly what most girls imagined the ideal height for their boyfriend. They’d rather go for someone like Tsukkishima or Asahi, although those two were awfully awkward with receiving the affections.

You didn’t seem to mind his loud personality or his small built. After all, you were his best friend. Though, Nishinoya couldn't possibly imagine you found it endearing (in a romantic way) or dare he think even attractive.

You were cute, adorable actually, and he wasn’t on your level.

You were pretty, so beautiful and he wasn’t on your level.

You were the most amazing girl he’d ever had the honor to meet….and he wasn’t on your level.

He didn’t deserve you. Not in the way he wanted to deserve you.

He wanted to be good enough to be by your side, not just as your best friend but as something more. He wanted to hold your hand while walking home, kiss your cheek, call you his girlfriend.

He knew he stood no chance, Nishinoya was fairly optimistic and too ambitious for his own good, but he knew when it was time to back down. You would never see him as more than just your best friend and even if you did, you deserved better than him.

Realizing this hurt, a lot, the thought to never be with you...it ripped him apart. Thinking of you smiling or laughing at anybody elses jokes, wearing somebody else's sweater...it made anger swirl through him, hot and unsettling and ugly.

So he put a plan into work, a bad one admittedly, but it was better than no plan at all. He’d try to keep his distance, just for a little while, until those feelings he harbored for you eventually faded into nothingness. He hoped it would hurt less then, him and you, since he wouldn’t be pining after you anymore and you weren’t in danger of him possibly spilling his feelings to you and putting you into a situation where you were forced to reject him.

You wouldn’t like that, you were too kind, knowingly hurting him would end up hurting you just as bad. He wanted to prevent that.

Keeping his distance made sense. It would spare the both of you a lot of pain.

He’d been wrong about that, very wrong...

If Nishinoya Yuu regretted one decision he made in his life more than any other it would have been this one.

The look on your face was heartbreaking, as you stood before him, in front of his door. He couldn’t be all too happy to have you here after weeks of barely talking to each other. Your eyes were red and puffy and your lips were trembling, but you stood before him with your back straightened and your chest puffed out, just like you always did when you were afraid.

Nishinoya’s heart sunk in his chest when he noticed.

“Noya?” your voice was soft, almost swallowed by the wind.

He hated hearing you sound so scared, hated the crack in your voice. He couldn’t stand it.

“Why are you avoiding me? Is it something I did?”

So you noticed. Of course you noticed. You weren’t an idiot, no he was the idiot. For not being able to push those nasty feelings aside that were slowly eating away at him.

He averted his glance, shifting until he’d found a crack in the mural he could focus on, anything was better than having to look at your sad face.

He couldn’t stand it.

“I’m not avoiding you...”

He knew you wouldn’t buy it, not when he sounded this dishonest and looked all uncomfortable and clenched up. You were smarter than that.

You frowned at him, angered by his denial of what he’s so clearly done. Which was ignoring you, for weeks that was. And he hadn’t been very subtle either. No, Yuu had kept making up excuses, telling you he couldn’t hang out with you because he was busy with homework (not a very believable excuse), or he had to visit his gramps (usually you’d go with him?) or he had to help his mom with groceries or...there were too many too count. And all of them had been bad.

During school, he had talked to you less. He’d find excuses not to eat lunch with you as often or convince you it wasn’t necessary to watch the boy’s volleyball training all that often. Usually you’d stayed almost everyday after school, heck, you were an honorable manager at this point, before Yuu had started acting weirdly around you that was.

At first, you’d tried to push feelings of concern and worry away, thinking maybe Yuu was just having a weird day...or week maybe. But your best friend hadn’t stopped acting strange and he hadn’t stopped reducing the time you saw and spoke to each other to a bare minimum.

And now you were standing in front of his door and he was acting like nothing was wrong at all?

You wouldn’t just keep on ignoring this.

You pushed past him and inside the house, quickly throwing your shoes off and stomping to the kitchen, letting your bag drop to the ground near the counter. You turned around to see Yuu had followed you, looking at anything but you. Such a coward.

“Talk to me!” you urged him, your voice still hoarse from all the tears you’d shed because of him.

The boy let out a heavy sigh, scratching at his neck as he tried to find another excuse to tell you. You just knew it, you could see it in how his eyes still refused to meet yours.

“It’s nothing, Y/n. Look, I promise.”

New tears pricked at the inside of your eyes, daring to spill over because damn this was so frustrating.

“Yes, it is something! Tell me!”

“No, really it’s-”

“Tell me.”

“I swear it’s-”

“Tell me.”

“Y/n!”

“Nishinoya!”

The boy froze up, his eyes darting up to stare at you in shock. You held his glance, happy you had at least made him look at you properly, although the weight of his glance felt heavy as his eyes began to look glassy.

You had never called him by his last name before.

Nishinoya bit his lips, clearly distressed now that he realized how hurt you really were by his unjustified avoidance of you, that despite your silent submission to his distance you hadn’t been okay with it, in the slightest.

He reached out to you, the urge to be close to you and cheer you up again was huge, but you turned, denying his touch. He let his arm drop unceremoniously to his side again.

“I’m sorry,” he mumbled because he was.

This had been a stupid plan. He should have never gone with avoiding you in the first place, not when he should have known it would probably lead to this…He thought he could prevent both of you from getting hurt, but his approach had achieved the complete opposite.

“Tell me what’s wrong, Yuu,” you started again, rubbing your cheeks to remove the wetness the tears had left behind.

He hated seeing you cry,

“I can’t.”

“Why not? We don’t usually keep secrets from each other.”

“I just can’t.”

Your shoulders dropped a little and you looked away, instead staring out of the window.

“Oh,” you sounded discouraged now, tired even.

Nishinoya was afraid of losing you, he’d rather hack off his arms and say goodbye to his healthy limbs than say goodbye to you. That’s why he would never tell you about his feelings, because if he did he’d end up losing you. Not immediately, but in the end he would. You didn’t return his feelings and although you’d surely be okay with staying friends it would soon become awkward between the two of you. You would hang out less, talk less until you were just strangers who were once best friends.

The thought was depressing but necessary to motivate Nishinoya to keep quiet.

“No, screw that!!

Your angry voice ripped him out of the spiral of dred he’d found himself in. He blinked, shaking himself out of his thoughts, eyes falling to your face automatically.

It was all scrunched up, your eyes twinkling with determination. It was the same face you had made just before you had punched that boy on the playground back there and for a second he was sure you’d do it again. Punch him for being so stupid and hurting you. He would have deserved that.

You didn’t.

“Even if you can’t tell me you still should! You’re my best friend, we always tell each other everything and i don’t want that to change!”

Your hands were clenched to fists as you stared him down, daring, no challenging him to respond. But Nishinoya found himself unable to.

Your words left him feeling cold, the dooming realization that whatever he’d do, refuse to talk or admit his feelings for you, the dynamic between the two of you would forever change, washed over him like icy water

You wouldn’t just take his silence. If he didn’t talk, didn’t tell you the reason, the real reason why he avoided you, you wouldn't forgive that. Not purposely, but a part of the trust you shared would forever be gone. On the other hand if Nishinoya spilled the beans and told you that he was in love with you for quite some while and had avoided you to try and make those feelings go away before they could ruin your friendship...he couldn’t even imagine how you’d react.

You wouldn't be happy. Would you be scared, sad, empathetic? He didn’t know which would be worse.

“Yuu, please!”

He didn’t have a choice. He had to tell you. That was the only possibility he had that might lead to a better outcome to the first one. He just had to be straightforward with you, you'd appreciate that.

“I love you.”

A little too straightforward.

You stared at him in silence, face blank. Before he could regret his words and paddle back Nsihinoya straightened his back and puffed out his chest, hoping he’d gain just as much bravery doing that than you always did.

“I love you and I have for a while,” he continued, standing a little bit taller than before, “I didn’t tell you because i didn’t want to pressure you or make you feel guilty for not feeling the same, so i avoided you. I thought maybe it would get rid of the feelings, but I still think you’re the most beautiful and smartest and kindest and funniest girl I've ever met and that probably won’t change either.”

You were still only staring at him so Nishinoya decided he’d just go on.

“Every time I'm with you I feel like I'm the tallest person on the planet. You make me feel strong and brave and like the best version of myself. I know i’m not your type and i know i don’t deserve being with you, that’s why i tried the avoidance thing, to make it less awkward but now-”

Nishinoya hadn’t caught you moving until suddenly you were standing right in front of him. The words died on his tongue as he was met with the look in your eyes, unshakable and sparkling with a confidence he’d never seen with you. It had rendered him speechless.

There was no hesitation in your movements as you reached up to twist your fingers into his shirt and pulled, no... yanked him down until his lips were tightly pressed against yours. His heart skipped a beat, no several beats, as he was frozen in his shock. Hot and cold shivers ran down his spine in time your lips started moving against his. Softly. Uncertain.

Then you pulled back again, just as his brain started catching up to what was happening. Your cheeks were flushed and when Nihsinoya tried to meet your eyes you lowered your head to stare at his chest instead.

“You’re such an idiot, Yuu. Saying stupid things like that,”you murmered and he saw the tips of your ears turn red.

“You kissed me,” he had blurted it out before he was able to stop himself.

You huffed, your fingers tightening their grip around his shirt and Nishinoya realized in amusement that you were embarrassed at your own straightforwardness.

“You kissed me!” he repeated, the confidence slowly returning to him at the premise that you must return his feeling to do something as bold as kissing him….on the lips!

“Shut up, I know,” you whined, hitting your forehead to his chest.

It was like a weight was lifted off his shoulder, like the invisible thread that had been separating you before, one only Nishinoya had been able to see had been severed. You had kissed him after he told you he loved you.

You returned his feelings!

Nishinoya hugged you, eyes wrapping around your form with ease and his head resting on top of yours, your face still hidden in his chest.

“I love you,” he repeated softly, testing the words once more and felt you visibly relaxing in his arms when his voice reached your ears.

“I love you, too,” you replied quietly, words muffled against the fabric of his shirt but still it was enough for him to hear.

He pulled back, just enough so you couldn’t hide your face away anymore and he grinned at you, a grin you’d return with just as much intensity. You really were the most beautiful girl he’d ever seen.

“I can’t believe you kissed me just like that,” he teased you, remembering how bold of you that was.

You playfully hit him in the chest, whining once more, but Nishinoya just laughed gleefully at the blush gracing your cheeks, before he leaned closer again. Close enough so both of your noses almost touched. Your eyes went wide and he could swear you stopped breathing, too, for a second. Nishinoya watched your reaction in amusement.

“Do it again!” he whispered, the challenge made your face light up again.

And you didn’t let him tell you twice.

If there was one moment Nishinoya Yuu would never want to stop it was definitely this one.

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[stilemawillow]

Thank you for replying :') I'm not sure if you have rules for requests? But if this is okay with you, can I request some Levi x reader when one of them does something embarrassing but cute? Crack! Thank you wuuuuvs 🥺

yes, i do take requests but i do them slowly so sorry for that, i typed down a short drabble (1.6k words, kind of got out of hand lol), hope you still like it. also i was brainstorming the embarrassing but cute thing for like ten minutes, i completely blanked lol

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It was late, the Survey Corps had had a celebratory gathering in honour of their last remotely successful mission - if nothing else in regards to the few casualties. The cadets were awarded some time off and a bigger meal than usual and the superiors had waited for them to depart so they could spoil themselves with a bit of their alcohol reserve.

The Commander hadn’t set a curfew for them but many left after a glass or two, too tired to stay and knowing they’d still have work the next day. The others - meaning (Y/N), Hanji and Nanaba - were having fun, being loud and, as all three would say - living life to their best. The only left was Levi Ackerman, who stayed in the beginning and spend just a little time with the females before deciding to spare his eardrums some of the raucous torture.

He’d gone on a walk around the HQ to let the pleasant warmth of the alcohol in the crevice of his ribcage fade. He’d always had a high tolerance, thus why drinking was a complete waste of time to him - he’d drain the whole reserve in order to feel anything out of the ordinary or, as Hanji and (Y/N) often described - a disconnection between his brain and body so strong he acted on nothing but his instincts.

The clock was pointing at one past midnight and he was sure there was anybody awake but him. He decided, since he doubted sleep would come to him tonight, to pass by the mess hall to make himself a cup of tea and clean up after the loud drunkards in the meantime.

Except the mess hall still had one inhabitant, in the face of Squad Leader (Y/N) (L/N), or, to Levi, the human embodiment of weird. She’d been his comrade for about five years now and were considered close; she’d made it a point to breach his walls like a firing cannon and he’d struggled to fight her off for a while but he didn’t hate her completely - never had and never thought he would - and so he let her in eventually. Their relationship was simple and platonic, maintain the opposite as Hanji might.

Levi and (Y/N) regarded it as exchanging favours, with silence on his side and loud persistence on hers to make up for it. There was understanding too. He’d often fancied the idea of murdering Hanji in cold blood for pointing out a bit too much his habitual proclivity to let (Y/N) touch him and sometimes, touch her back. She was somebody who didn’t mind rumours and didn’t find use in wasting her energy debunking them, so there had been an established routine between them - she could touch him when nobody was looking. The routine was set in stone around the time she found out he didn’t scream at her too much when she did it in front of others too.

Tonight, (Y/N)’s drinking had gotten a bit out of hand, because she was leaning against one of the tables, cursing at an empty bottle and swaying just a bit. Levi approached her and had just cleared his throat when her shoulders jumped and she almost tripped when turning to look at him.

“Can you even get to your room in this condition?” His question was reasonable but what he didn’t know was that she didn’t have the mental capacity to process it. Or him.

“’m in perrrrfect condition. I can go to the moon too.” Her eyes were narrowed and the gaze in them - foggy. Levi gave a sigh and pinched the bridge of his nose, then, pointedly as he could, reached out a hand to grab and stabilise her. “Ew, don’t touch me!” She slapped his fingers before they could even grab her, then he was left to blink at her disgusted expression.

“Come, we have to get you to bed.” He was talking boredly, like a grown person explaining 1+1 to a child. Her brows furrowed and she moved away from him but the look in her eyes didn’t clear up.

“Bed? You want me in bed? Well, I say no because I don’t want bed and you. I want somebody else. So fuck off and leave me alone.” She’d royally cussed him out and he’d almost gotten tired of her bullshit when she reached for the empty bottle of the table and began sadly scrutinising the few drops inside. After gulping them down, she decided it would be best to sit down and Levi, in turn, concluded he wouldn’t get his peace of mind if he didn’t force her into her room.

“I’m not leaving you alone because you’ll get hurt. Now come along.” He grabbed her arm and forced her off her ass, to which she frantically tried to shake his hold in vain. Once they were face to face, he felt she might just spit at him with how angry she looked and all.

“I tol’ you not to touch me!” She was hitting him across the chest and he was rolling his eyes at her antics - though he had no idea why she was acting like this now. He hadn’t seen her this drunk anyway. Hanji and Nanaba always took care of her when she was. And they always shared weird looks the morning after.

“You’re usually the one touching me.” His comment made her expression contort in confusion, like the idea of physical touch existing between them was unfathomable to her brain.

“Who? Me? Excuse you, I don’t---” She hiccuped and he was pulling her along - and he, very briefly thought that cute. “I touch only Levi. Because I like him.” His brows furrowed - this was a sudden confession, but so had been the first one. He was well aware (Y/N) held romantic feelings for him and she was well aware he returned them, except, he hadn’t reacted well to the idea of a relationship and they’d kept it down to being close friends instead.

“I like you too.” It was blurted out and composed, just a bit exasperated. She wasn’t telling him anything new but he was curious as to what had even made her do it tonight. And he thought, ever so optimistically, she might just not remember him saying it back the next morning - as he’d never worded it this straightforwardly.

“Why are you sayin’ ‘ too’? I’m not confessing to you and I don’t like you, I like Levi Ackerman, as in Humanity’s Strongest Soldier, as in the fucking love of my life.” She was tugging him back, or at least trying to since it wasn’t working and he kept dragging her down the hallway to the stairs. Her words were what made him halt. He was holding her and she’d told him he was the love of her life - now that was new - and she was talking like... he was a stranger.

“So who am I again?” His inquiry made her brows furrow, she snorted and hiccuped once more - he forced himself not to be distracted by that and the annoyingly cute way in which her nose was scrunched up in disgruntlement.

“From where the hell should I know? You’re a shady guy who keeps touching me and trying to get me in bed. Sorry, bud, not workin’. The only guy I’ll be beddin’ isn’t here right now.” She tugged on his arm once more, then he suggested that they went to him instead and she was quite pleased to hear that. “Or I could go m’self.” Her suggestion was followed by a sneeze, then she was rubbing her arm after he’d let go of it with a condescending look on his face. “You might not be aware but Levi’s tol’ me he likes me too and if he sees you tryin’ to abduct me he might just get angry and kick your face off.”

“I’d like to see that happen.” He was almost smirking at the index finger she was pointing in his direction, almost about to jab straight into his chest. She was frowning, ever so mighty whilst declaring that he - the man standing before her - would come along and beat himself up because she was so fucking wasted she couldn’t recognise him. Talk about disconnection between brain and body.

“If you don’t keep your han’s off me, it might. I’ll just call for him. He’ll beat you to a pulp.” Her arms were crossed in front of her chest and she was pouting now, mad but not that much and he was watching her recklessly trip on her way up the stairs. He gave her twenty minutes and made bets on whether she’d reach his room at all or not and lost when she was seen nowhere along the hallway passed out or whining.

She was snoring on his bed already and he took his time discarding her jacket and boots, then his own prior to entering his office and getting to work with one of the reports he had to write. It took him three hours to finally yawn, he joined (Y/N) on the bed and just barely rolled his eyes when she turned over in her sleep and began mumbling his name.

The morning after he woke up first and decided to enlighten her on the topic of what she’d done last night and why she’d woken up in his bed during breakfast. She went so red in the face it looked painful and Hanji, overhearing their conversation began laughing so hard she choked. Needless to say, (Y/N) gave up alcohol for a while and Levi made it a point to remind her why every time he caught her glancing longingly at the cellar. Not that he minded a confession from her once in a while, or those cute hiccups, or the simultaneous annoyance and amusement he felt at her inability to recognise him.

#levi x reader #levi ackerman fanfiction #reader insert #drabbles for anonies #kind of shit and kind of cringe but i guess it's the cliche people love so here you go #i could think of nothing else #also not exactly crack but idk #i'll leave that up to you to decide

[deiliamedlini]

Whumptober 2021- The Darkness I Know

Chapter 3

No. 3- Sticks And Stones May Break My Bones But...

taunting | insults | “Who did this to you?”

Fic Summary: After the world as she knew it was destroyed by the corruption of Malice, Zelda allies herself with her saviors from captivity: a disgruntled former governor, an alert paramedic, a cocky pilot, an excessively overt optimist, and a blind strategist. While the corrupted, malice-filled Yiga Clan looks for revenge on them, Zelda has to learn how important it is to find family in others... and how much more dangerous the stakes become if she fails to protect them.

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Zelda had choked before; it was almost impossible not to live in this new world and manage to escape without feeling the walls of one’s throat closing in after suffocating in clouds of Malice. While on the run, she’d been crushed under the grip of a crazed moblin. She’d felt people throw her down, and, of course, she’d choked on food before. Before everything, she even had a shellfish allergy, and knew how that could close a throat. She was no stranger to choking.

This was unlike any of that.

The man knelt in front of her as she dropped to her knees. His fingers toyed with a long chain around his neck, almost bored as he watched her clawing at her throat. His head cocked to the side. “You said you could survive, right? Show me.”

Eyes bulging in shock and fear, Zelda gasped in a small breath, barely enough to call it breathing.

Her food and drink. She’d taken it for granted, and now she was going to die for it. It had to have been poisoned. There was nothing else here, no Malice, no other reason.

But she looked around, not wasting any of the air she had left as it struggled to move in and out through her narrowing airway. It wasn’t the time to dwell on what caused her to stop breathing; she wasn’t going to survive everything she’d gone through the past few years only to die from this.

The man with blue hair in the cell was watching more intently now, but he didn’t look like he’d become much help.

The tall man was simply watching her with a patient smile. “And Dorian said you were worth my time,” he muttered, standing. “I suppose he was wrong.”

Zelda crawled forward and clutched the man’s sleeve, finding it hard to meet his eyes if he was someone who thought she wasn’t going to be weak. She wasn’t weak. She’d faced worse things than this. None that had her at the mercy of a seemingly insane tall man who was watching her die with every failed breath, but that’s beside the point.

With one hand, he leaned his elbow against his knee and toyed with his chain again, like a bored gesture, and with his other hand, he covered her hand in his, almost like he was giving her comfort.

“You made it further than I thought you would have. And if Dorian weren’t there, then you’d have been killed in the village with the others. So consider the extra time you had a blessing.”

Her lips moved, but no words were forming. She looked like a fish out of water, flailing around as it desperately tried to breathe.

“Only the worthy can join the Yiga,” the man whispered, caressing her cheek with a gentle touch, despite his imposing size.“Our Great Lord Demise has deemed that you are not.”

Mustering the strength, Zelda pushed his hand off her, but she rocketed forward into his chest. Her forehead hit something solid, and she blinked through a dark haze to see what it was.

A vial.

“Is there a test?”

“Everything is a test, Zelda.”

Without time to consider other options, or even the repercussions, Zelda ripped the vial off the chain that was around his neck. He pulled his hand away and allowed her tilt her head back to let the sticky substance slide down her throat, unable to swallow it, but managing to hold her breath to try to stop her natural reaction to gag the stuff out of her system as it warmed its way down.

The man sat back and let her go, a smile spreading slowly until his entire face was beaming. “Good thing you fell forward, not backwards.”

There was a chill of cool air on the back of her throat, feeling the breath she so needed returning to her, and she began to cough as she sputtered for air. That first breath tasted beautiful.

This man was insane.

Regardless of Dorian’s involvement with them, Zelda was no longer questioning whether these people should be trusted or not; the massive grin on his face spoke volumes.

She needed to find a way out of here fast.

Standing up, the man helped Zelda to her feet before gesturing for her to follow him down the long hall, away from the cells and the blue-haired man.

Dorian vouched for her with this man, yet here she was, just seconds from death. Her legs were shaking, and taking the steps required to get out of there was more difficult than she’d anticipated.

Dorian vouched for her.

She’d been so close to him; she’d worked with him every day. How could he be someone who would poison another person? How could he watch an entire village of people they were close with be slaughtered before his eyes? How could he hold her back while she tried to help?

“Who are…” she cleared her throat, still waiting for her breath to return fully. “Who are you?”

“Come,” he said instead, standing aside. “Let’s get you to a room.”

Zelda wanted to roll her eyes, but that almost seemed to belittle the position she was in. She hardly felt safe enough to blink, let along follow this crazy man into a room.

The blue haired man watched her through the bars of his cell, silently sizing up the situation with trained eyes, but before Zelda could mouth anything in his direction, he sank back into the shadows, and out of sight.

Zelda followed the man through a maze of corridors before ending up in a crowded, large room. It fell silent as they entered, and every eye turned to stare. People stood up from where they sat, fully attentive as they entered the room.

One man stepped forward, pale, with hair braided that fell in front of his yellow eyes. He had dark circles and bags under his eyes that he seemed to accentuate with makeup, and a deep purple hood that he kept over his head. Most jarring, though, was the glowing circlet on his head, an eye illuminated, much like the masks the others wore, but far, far more intense.

He knelt down and bowed his head deeply. “She passed, My Lord?”

“For now. Find her a room. Watch her.”

“Yes, My Lord.”

The tall, burly man passed her off and stalked away, earning many heads bowing in respect as he passed them. The new man grabbed Zelda by the arm and tugged her with him.

“I didn’t think you were worth the time,” the man admitted.

“Thanks,” Zelda muttered, trying to keep her feet. If she could just get them to trust her, if she could just survive that long, she could get out of here.

“Dorian said you were someone we’d need. Talented. I see a waste of time, but who am I? If Lord Ganondorf believes you can survive the Malice, then there may be some hope for you yet.”

“Lord Ganondorf?” Zelda breathed, turning to look over her shoulder, though the tall man was already gone. She’d heard that name whispered in fear. She’d heard what the leader of the Yiga Clan did to people who got in his way. “Is that who that was?”

“You’d do well to recognize your betters.”

“Then I best learn your name as well,” she said with a sarcastic smile.

He caught on to her immediately and shot her a disgusted look. “ You know that I can kill you and claim it was an accident.”

“Then face the wrath of ‘Your Lord’. Someone like you has to follow orders, since you’re clearly not at the top.” She was grateful that her voice was feeling better already, though there was a lingering ache that had settled where it had swollen and pressed together.  

Zelda found herself pressed into the wall, held with the man’s forearm pressing against her throat, reagitating it immediately until she began to cough and gasp for air.

Then, there was a blinding light, and she felt warmth burning the side of her face, leaving a white, blinding glow in her eyes. There was a metallic taste in her mouth, and a foul scent fouling her nose. She knew the stench of Malice well. And this man was harnessing it.

“I have the power and the authority to kill you, girl. I am Ganon’s second in command here, and if I deem you worthy of death, then you will die.”

She tried to kick at him, but he pressed his knee into her, stopping her from flailing. He jammed his foot against her shin, and dragged her by the hair until they reached a door.

“Get in.”

He tossed her inside, watching with a smirk as she fell to the ground, holding her leg. “Astor. Remember that name, too. I doubt you’ll forget it now.”

Zelda hissed in pain and annoyance as she looked up from the ground just in time for the door to close and lock with a loud click, leaving her in a new cell, and with one more enemy than she ever needed to make from this group.

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[jiejie-eonni-onee-sama]

Mystery Girl

For the cute @multifandomfix 💝🌹​

Hope you will like this gift!

"No, Gil! Don't tell me you agreed to this!"

"Sorry, Malcolm, but those are the orders of the hierarchy. Besides, having backup can't hurt you!"

The profiler shook his head, annoyed: he didn't need this!

Bright repeated to anyone who would listen that he preferred to profile criminals alone. Why pair him up with a stranger?

Grumbling, the young man nervously ran a hand through his hair. The police didn't want to let him work properly.

JT, one of his friends, patted him on the shoulder and said jokingly:

"Congratulations, Malcolm. You're about to discover an unknown concept: teamwork!

"Very funny, JT."

Dani, his colleague and best friend, tried to make him smile.

"Don't worry: I'm sure you'll be fine. You might even get along with your new partner!"

Malcolm rolled his eyes.

"I think you're very optimistic, Dani. They're going to send me some pimply, snooty kid from the best police academy who's more likely to get in my way than help me!  So, sorry, but I'm not enthusiastic!"

"What do you know? You've never met them!"

At the same time, Gil joined them.

"Bright, your new partner is waiting for you in the office! Try to hide your bad mood!"

Letting out a long sigh of annoyance, Malcolm headed for the room, ranting in anticipation of this unwelcome partner.

"I hope Malcolm doesn't get upset!" muttered JT.

"The way he's in a bad mood, it's not looking good!" whispered Dani.

"Don't worry, both of you. When Malcolm meets our new profiler, I bet he will be different!"

Meanwhile, Bright walked into the room, expecting to run into an arrogant young graduate who would have already criticized his work to no avail without knowing a single detail about the case. Instead, he came across a lovely young woman who was reading the report of the initial investigations.

Forgetting his sour mood, Bright tried to make a good impression on the newcomer. 

Quickly combing his hair and checking his breath, he cleared his throat, attracting the attention of the lady who looked up from her reading.

"Hello," she replied.

Malcolm noticed that she had a lovely voice. Charming must have been her middle name.

Smiling kindly, he introduced himself:

"Hello, you must be the new profiler. I'm..."

The young woman interrupted him with an amused smile.

"I know who you are, Malcolm Bright. I've heard a lot about you."

"Yes, I suppose you've heard that I'm crazy, insufferable, dangerous, and the spawn of a terrible serial killer. Don't bother with that: I hear it all day long!"

Placing the file back on the table, the young woman continued:

"Yes, I've heard that, but those aren't the only things I've heard. I understand that you are intelligent, perceptive, cultured, observant, and stubborn! All in all, an interesting person to work with!"

Bright was surprised!

"Wait, does that mean you asked your superiors to come and work with me?"

"Yes, I did. And from what I can see, you fit the description well: your clothing shows a comfortable lifestyle. I would say that you are very well off financially. 

On the other hand, the paleness of your complexion and the dark circles appearing under your beautiful brown eyes indicate a poor sleep pattern, which can lead to one of two things. 

Either you are an incorrigible party animal, or you are a man whose mind is always racing and troubled by traumatic memories. In your case, I'd go for the second hypothesis. You are a more complex person than most people want to believe."

Crossing her arms, she asked defiantly, a smile on her face:

"Now, Mr Bright, your turn: what can you deduce about me? Apart from the fact that I'm not a pimply little pretentious graduate!"

Malcolm winced: she had heard him!

"I assure you I had no idea who you were. Otherwise, I would never have allowed myself to say such things!"

"Judging without even knowing the people? Big mistake for a brilliant profiler like you, Malcolm!" laughed the young woman.

"Even the best make mistakes."

"If you can give me as much correct information as possible, I'll give you my name. If not, I'll let you search all day. Are you up to the challenge?"

"Challenge accepted. Well, let's see: who are you, mysterious miss?"

He circled the young woman, looking for the slightest detail that might give him information.

After a few minutes of observation, he gave his conclusions:

"From the look of your clothing, you are in a decent financial position. You are not a multi-millionaire, but you make a good living. You like simple, comfortable styles, probably because you like to look elegant and efficient at the same time.

Your posture and stature tell me that you are an athlete. I'd say you've done quite a bit of dancing, but your muscularity shows that you're a martial artist. Am I right?"

"I have a black belt in karate and judo, and I practice taekwondo, as well as ju-jitsu and Muay Thai. And I did a lot of dancing when I was younger."

"Haha! I was right. Well, as for the rest, I'd say you have an excellent photographic memory: you put that file down exactly where you took it. You are also a brilliant observer because you have deduced details of my life just by looking at me. 

I suppose you are an artist in your spare time. I saw in your bag a sketchbook and a box of pencils. Both are well placed, which betrays your meticulous side. 

Finally, I would say that you are a hard-working, kind and mischievous person. Your superiors must appreciate you enough to accept your request to come here. So, what do you say?"

Amused, the young woman clapped slowly.

"Well done, Malcolm Bright. You've lived up to your reputation. Everything you have deduced is correct."

"You will find me delighted. And now, to finish the introductions properly, may I know your name?"

"Of course: my name is (Y/N) (L/N), a certified FBI profiler."

"Pleased to meet you, Miss (Y/N) (L/N). Something tells me we'll work well together."

"That's what I hope."

Hiding behind the door, Gil, JT and Dani were relieved to see that Malcolm and (Y/N) seemed to be getting along well. Now, let's hope that this duo can be effective against the criminals that have New Yorkers on edge.

A few months later.

Sitting on a bench, Malcolm and (Y/N) enjoyed a hot chocolate while enjoying a beautiful autumn day. The two profilers wanted to have a quiet moment, away from the eyes of their colleagues and Malcolm's family! 

"Are you going to tell them the truth about us, or are you going to let them stew for a while longer?" the young woman asked.

The profiler smiled mischievously.

"I think I'll let them work their brains out for a few days before I tell them everything. Just for the fun of seeing their faces when they learn the truth!"

"I didn't know you were such a tease!" joked (Y/N).

For all answers, Malcolm took the young woman's hand in his and placed a kiss on it.

"I'm a man full of surprises, my dear. Just like you!"

"You sure didn't expect me to kiss you first!"

Malcolm pretended to be offended.

"But I thought of it first!"

"Oh, did you?"

"Certainly. Let me prove it!"

The profiler leaned over and kissed his girlfriend on the lips. 

Unfortunately, this sweet moment was interrupted by a ringing mobile phone.

"I think you should pick up the phone!" the young woman pointed out.

Grumbling, Malcolm picked up his mobile phone and picked it up:

"Hello?"

**"Hello, big brother!"**

"Good afternoon, Ainsley. To what do I owe this call?" the profiler asked.

**"I just wanted to let you know that Mum's inviting us to dinner at the house tonight. She's counting on your presence. Is that so?"** asked the reporter.

"I'll be there. It's not like I have a choice!" quipped Malcolm.

**"I'll take that as a yes... Oh, by the way, she'd like you to invite your mystery girlfriend!"**

At these words, the two lovers looked at each other in amazement: would Jessica know?

Controlling his stress, Malcolm replied:

"I don't know what she means, but I don't have a girlfriend!"

**"Oh yeah? Well then, you can tell me who the pretty lady you just kissed lovingly is!"**

Looking around him, the profiler spotted his little sister standing at the other end of the park and waving at him, a smirk on her face.

A little annoyed, Malcolm asked:

"Is your favourite pastime spying on me?"

"I admit it's very distracting. But I promise I won't tell Mum. I'll leave the great honour of making the introductions to you."

"I'm sure you'll be glad to, dear little sister."

"See you tonight, big brother. And give my regards to your lady of heart!" 

When the conversation was over, (Y/N) smiled:

"It seems that someone has found out..."

"And unfortunately, it is my sister."

(Y/N) kissed her boyfriend on the cheek.

"Honey, I can't be your mystery girl forever anyway. They're going to have to know that!"

Malcolm smiled.

"I have to admit, you're right. In any case, my love for you will never be a mystery again."

Now that their secret love affair gets revealed, Malcolm and (Y/N) will have more time to unsolve differents mysteries...

Thanks for reading! 

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[wolvesandpetals]

Playing House: Part 2: Loki x Sylvie Fanfiction (Rated: T, Humor/Romance).

Part 1 here. Masterlist of Sylki fanfictions here. This chapter mostly fills in the gaps and acts as a backstory, providing some answers. Sylki hijinks in next chapter!

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Sylvie wakes up the next morning with the sunrays lighting up the room through the windows. It's so different from the life she has always known- hiding in the shadows, endlessly on the run.

She has spent her entire life waking up in unfamiliar places. Yet, this feels different. This feels familiar, almost mundane. Even though some unknown dangerous entity has trapped them here, it feels... safe.

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And she swears it has nothing to do with the fact that his arm is wrapped around her waist, and how it makes her feel protected. Nothing at all.

This is what her dreams were made of- a home, a person to wake up next to every day, a sense of serenity instead of the ever present death and despair. And now she has it all.

She shifts a little, earning groans of protest from him, and it makes her smile. The warmth radiating from his body makes her long to stay like this forever. Slowly and reluctantly, she pulls his arm off her body and places it on his chest, her smile widening as she watches him sleep. "Loki?"

He groans. "Please, mother. Can you awaken Thor first?"

She touches his shoulder gently. "Loki, it's morning."

"No, mother, princes do not wake up so early", he mumbles in his sleep.

She just cannot bring herself to force him awake. Not when he looks so happy.

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His morning starts at 10 am. He picks up the newspaper that the delivery boy left on the porch. Apparently, it's 2021, there's a new president, and a new iPhone, whatever that is.

She makes breakfast. It's just milk and cereals, but it's the first meal they have both had at a kitchen table with someone akin to a loved one in a long, long time, and it feels good.

He picks up his phone, hoping to learn how to properly operate it, and goes through his contacts list. There are a lot of people that he does not remember meeting, mixed with people that he never wishes to meet again, but one name in particular makes him pause. "Thor's number is programmed in my phone."

Sylvie looks up in confusion, clueless why this is significant. "Alright?"

"I didn't know he even had a number." Loki explains. Maybe it's recent? Maybe that is the reason he did not know, and it's not because they have been at odds lately?

"Maybe it's not Thor?" Sylvie suggests. It is a different reality, after all. Everything may be just an illusion.

Loki takes in a deep breath, bracing himself for what he knows he has to do. There is only one way to find out.

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There are exactly four rings before he hears the familiar voice on the other side of the line. "Hello, brother."

"Hello, brother." He clears his throat, trying to push down the emotions swelling in his chest. In reality, he last saw Thor the day he was captured by the TVA. Yet, it feels like a lifetime ago. "How have you been?"

"I've been well", Thor answers. There's noisy chatter in the background, like a restaurant or a bar, and what sounds like old 60s music. "How are you?"

"I am well too." Loki lies. "It is so good to speak to you. Umm, how are the Avengers?"

There's a brief pause on the other end. "The Avengers? You are enquiring about my friends? Are you not going to ask about mother and father?"

Loki forgets how to breathe. "M-mother and father?"

"Yes?" Loki can picture Thor rolling his eyes as he speaks. "Our mother and father? The people who have loved and adored us our entire lives? Rings a bell?"

The last time Loki met his parents, they were furious and disappointed with him for his betrayal of Asgard. Then New York happened, and he is sure those emotions were heightened.

The rest of it, he has only watched on the projector screen at the TVA and not experienced himself, but he heard his parents express how much he means to them, right before watching them die. After spending the last few months angry at them, and craving power that makes him superior to Thor, he realised in that one moment that none of it mattered. All he wanted was the life he once knew, the life back at Asgard, the one he can never return to.

It's a truly cunning being that has trapped him in a reality where these cruel events may not have happened. Trap a man in hell, and he will burn it to the ground, trying to find his way out. Trap him in his heaven, and he is forever imprisoned. This is an eternal prison indeed, because why would he ever want to leave?

"Mother and father?" Loki repeats, still in disbelief, and a little optimistic. "They are not dead?"

"What kind of sick question is that, brother?" There's the familiar irritation in Thor's voice. "Why would you even ask that?"

"I'm... I'm sorry. I just feel a little... disoriented."

"Is everything alright with you?" Thor pauses, hesitating before he asks the next question. "Are you having marital troubles? Is Sylvie alright?"

"You know Sylvie?"

"Of course I know your wife." There's genuine concern now. "You are scaring me, brother. Is this a trick?"

"No, no." Loki shakes his head for emphasis, even though Thor cannot see it. "Not a trick, brother. I am just happy to hear your voice."

The line goes dead. There's a flash of thunder, a loud bang in the backyard, and then a thunderous voice. "Loki?"

Loki rushes to the backyard. Sylvie follows him, ready to fight the intruder, if necessary. She finds a blonde man in 60s clothes, wielding the hammer that she knows too well.

Sylvie goes pale. She hasn't seen her brother in ages, and this isn't her brother. She has never met this man, never played with him, never turned him into a toad, and definitely never missed him. Yet, her heart aches at the sight of this stranger who is another version of him.

"Oh, hi, Sylvie." Thor smiles warmly at her, before it turns apologetic. He tugs at an ear. "Sorry about your flowerpots." He glances at the mess he has made- again- vowing to land on the street next time. He spots Loki standing in the background and gives him a slight nod. "Brother."

"Brother." Loki takes a step forward, resisting the urge to rush to his brother and embrace him tightly. Not long back, they were on opposite sides of the battle. All he wanted back then was to be equal to Thor.

All he wants now is to be brothers again.

"Thor?" Sylvie says his name carefully, like it's a word that can break this spell. "Is that really you?"

Thor feels the panic coming back. "Alright, what is the matter with you two? Are you on drugs?"

"Me? Drugs?" Loki scoffs indignantly. "You are the one who looks like you just spent a week at Woodstock."

Thor takes a brief moment to glance down at his outfit- courtesy of StarJerk- before returning his undivided attention to the couple that is acting extremely strange.

"Prove that you are not on drugs." He places the hammer on the ground, next to Loki's feet. "Here."

"You want me to lift Mjojonir?" Loki stares in confusion. "Are you insulting me?"

"You can't lift it, can you?"

His irritation grows. "Of course I can't lift it. I've never been able to lift it."

"Loki... You... We've... Do you not remember the time we..." Thor stares at him, dumbfounded. "Do you really not remember that you too can wield Mjojonir?" Then another thought occurs to him, one which seems more likely. "Wait, is this another elaborate scheme of yours to steal Mjojonir?"

Sylvie takes in a deep breath, pushing down all the complicated emotions that have found their way into the spotlight since she met the mirror image of her brother. Right now, she is trapped in a reality that is not of her choosing, by an entity that is not known to her, and she cannot allow herself to get lost in the illusion. The man in front of her is merely an opportunity, one which she has to seize. "Alright, then. Come in already, brother." She tilts her head towards the door, gesturing at the brothers to come inside.

"Brother?" Loki mumbles under his breath.

Sylvie shrugs. "Well, he is your brother, and I am your wife, right?"

---

Thor walks through the kitchen and into the living room like he knows the place extremely well. He sits down on the couch- in the spot that Loki already considers his own spot, Loki notes with annoyance - and examines a cushion. "I see you replaced these after the mishap with the gun."

Loki and Sylvie exchange a look. They have no idea what he is talking about, but if they know themselves at all, they were definitely the ones responsible for the incident.

"Here, have a drink." Sylvie offers him a coffee mug filled with whiskey on the rocks. When Thor reaches for it, she covers his hand with hers.

Loki feels that ever familiar feeling that he has felt anytime something he wanted has gone to Thor instead. It's not like Sylvie is his actual wife, and he has any right to be jealous. But the mere sight of Sylvie's hand covering Thor's is a source of extreme irritation for him. "What are you doing?"

Sylvie places the finger of her free hand on her lips, asking him to be quiet. She returns her attention to Thor. There's a flash of green, travelling from her hand, to Thor's, and rising up his arm, to his heart. "Oh, the gun. That was something. Remember the day we met?"

Loki finally realizes what is happening. "Are you enchanting my brother?" He whispers.

Sylvie rolls her eyes, whispering back at him. "Obviously."

"You can't enchant my brother!" He hisses. "He's my brother!"

"And you've done worse to him." She points out. "We need to know what he knows."

Loki sighs, finally giving in semi-reluctantly.

"You know how we met." Thor answers, confused, and oblivious to the conversation between his brother and his wife.

"I know. But let's reminisce." Sylvie keeps her tone calm and cheerful. "Tell me about the good old times."

"It wasn't good." Thor reminds her. "You broke Jane's telescope."

"Right. Good ol' Jane." She fakes a laugh, before turning to Loki. "Jane?"

"The human he's dating." He supplies.

"Human?"

He gives her a sad nod.

"And what is my name, my full name?"

"Sylvie Lushton, from Broxton, Oklahoma. You took my brother's name only to escape the internet fame under yours. Clever." It is clear from the way he speaks that he thinks highly of her.

Loki and Sylvie exchange another look. A few days back, this is when he would have asked about Mjojonir, what the deal is with him apparently being able to wield it. But now, he can think of only one thing, because there is only one thing that actually matters. "Ask him about my parents."

"And your parents? Where are they now?"

"At New Asgard, of course." Thor tells her like it's obvious. "The same place they were the last time you visited."

Sylvie lets go of his hands abruptly. The thought that she probably has a set of parents at Oklahoma, and a version of Odin and Frigga at New Asgard is too overwhelming. She leans back against the sofa, trying to catch her breath.

Thor blinks, trying to adjust to the fact that he is back at Sylvie and Loki's living room instead of his bed chamber at Asgard. "Did you just-?" Realizing what happened, he stares at Sylvie in shock. "All the years, and you have never once tried to enchant me, not even when Loki begged you. You have always been a loyal friend to me." His voice grows resolute, like that of a man on a mission. "Tell me this instant what is going on with you two. I demand answers."

"I'm sorry." Sylvie tells him sincerely. She knows now that this man is not the one responsible for the illusion. His memories are real, at least to him. He is not a danger to them

Loki smiles sadly. "You wouldn't believe us even if we told you."

Thor crosses his arms in front of his chest and leans back against the cushions, making it clear that he is not going anywhere until he is satisfied. "I travel through space with a talking racoon and a grunting hormonal tree. Try me."

"Okay. We are from a different reality. Two different realities actually." Loki begins his Loki lesson. "I was supposed to be immortalized in the hearts of Asgardians after meeting a heroic end in glorious battle with Thanos. Sylvie was taken from Asgard when she was merely a child. There is this evil organization called the TVA. Time variance authority. We weren't supposed to exist, yet we existed. So these pathetic, low-life bureaucrats arrested us. We were trying to find the man in charge. We were so close. Then we found ourselves here abruptly."

Thor just stares at them, utterly confused.

"You're rubbish at this." Sylvie comments, before taking over the storytelling duty. "Loki and I are not who you think we are. We are from a different reality. Your memories are not real to us. They never happened to us. I have never met you. And we are most definitely not married."

"Ouch." Loki places a heart over his chest to express his hurt. Sylvie grins at him.

Thor tries his best to process this wild tale. "Let me get this straight. You're telling me that my brother, my only brother-"

"Adopted." Loki interrupts with the quip. He can't stop himself.

"- My annoying brother", Thor continues, "is supposed to be dead? And you? You're from Asgard?"

"I'm him, actually." Sylve explains. "Well, not him, another version of him, the superior one. I'm Sylvie Laufeydottir." She half smiles at Thor.

Thor stares at Sylvie, then at Loki, then back at Sylvie again. "Are you sure you're not under the influence of any narcotics?"

"Yes!" Loki reaffirms, more exasperated by the minute.

"Are you sure I'm not under the influence of any narcotics?" Thor wonders.

"Not really." Loki admits.

"But I assure you, what we are saying is the truth." Sylvie looks him in the eyes, hoping he can see the honesty in hers. "This life, this house, we have only known it for a day."

Thor is quiet for a long while. When he speaks again, his voice is more sympathetic, and less skeptical. "Would you like to know more? About your past, I mean? The one I know?"

"Of course." Sylvie answers immediately. Part of it is to gather information so that they can decide how to get out.

There's another part of her that really wants to know what a happy life looks like for her. She can't resist the temptation to sneak a peak down the rabbit hole.

Thor takes a sip from the mug. The ice has melted by now, but the drink is cold enough. Taking in a deep breath, he begins. "I met you six years back at London. You were filming something for YouTube, and you accidentally broke Jane's telescope. You were gracious enough to offer to buy her a new one. But she wanted nothing to do with you." He adds, as an afterthought, to lessen the blow. "It's nothing personal, Jane just doesn't really like influencers. You gave me your number, in case she changed her mind."

"A while later, Loki stole my jacket. Well, borrowed, in his words, but I haven't seen it since that day, so you be the judge. Where is it, by the way?"

Loki rolls his eyes. "Isn't it clear that I do not know?"

"Right." Thor nods. All of this is still bizzare to him, but he's willing to be open to the possibility. "Anyways, Loki found the little card with your number in the pocket, and he called you up. You hung up on him within a minute. That's your version of the story, anyway. Loki swears you talked to him before you hung up."

"And then my brother, ever so proud of himself, took that personally. He called you back to tell you off." He puts on his best Loki imitation. "I'm Loki, the prince of Asgard, the God of mischief, and you must treat me with respect, or I will use my hairgel to slick your hair back too. Bla bla bla." He grins when he notices Loki glaring at him, and his grin grows wider at the next part. He looks at Sylvie with a smile that conveys how proud he is of her. "You hung up on him again."

"He Googled you up and showed up at your doorstep the next week, ready to turn your clothes into snakes and show you your place. But the moment you opened the door, my brother was putty in your hands. Seriously, he wouldn't shut up about you for weeks."

"Instead of snakes, he gave you flowers. He serenaded you, actually. What was the song, brother? When she sleeps- no, wait." Thor hums the tune, trying to remember the words. "That's it! When she sings, she sings come home." He laughs, like he always does when he imagines Loki acting like a lovestruck fool. "I can't believe you didn't get a restraining order on him. He kept sending you flowers every day. Until you finally decided to go out with him. You guys hit it off right away. Your parents liked him. I don't know why." This earns him another glare from Loki and results in another grin. "Our parents liked you. It was all surprisingly easy."

"Loki proposed during the Convergence. He was so nervous about it. It was fun to watch him squirm."

"You had a June wedding. You moved here after a few months. And you've been happily married since."

It's almost impossible for either of them to imagine a world where they have sworn to spend eternity with another person.

But it's not impossible at all, not anymore, not when they have found each other. Sylvie tries not to dwell on this for long.

Another thought occupies her instead. If she is not an Asgardian princess in this reality... "How do I have my powers?"

Thor shrugs. "How does anyone have their powers? How do the Avengers have their powers?"

They still do not know who did this, but now they have an idea about what was done to them.

If he's being honest with himself, a reality where he and Sylvie both exist together, where his parents are alive, and Thor doesn't hate him, is not the worst thing in the world. It is almost like a scene from his dreams, depicting his heart's desires.

"Thank you." Sylvie sincerely tells Thor. "Now we need to find a way out."

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