#getting up to stabby mischief

[hollow-keys]

Leela and Jamie should meet.

#stabby pre industrial society companions go! #what mischief will they get up to? #leela of the sevateem #jamie mccrimmon #doctor who #classic who #📨

[popcornforone]

Handling the Situation

A Dave York Fan Fic

Damn it Dave… why are you the best person to write. I mean I’m not complaining. I enjoy it, it makes me feel good. But I always think I take forever now to write him as it needs to be right. So here we are on another Dave York Saturday, getting our fill of our favourite stabby murder daddy.

Synopsis:- You are Dave Yorks handler & have been for 2 years since an injury meant you couldn’t be an assassin anymore. You both have mutual feeling for each other which neither of you have decided to explore until now.

Work count:- 7200

Warnings:- DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER 18! DAVE YORK COMES WITH HIS OWN WARNING! Lack of consent, unprotected sex, boss employee relationship, mutual pining, stalking, murder, assassin stuff, car jacking, PIV, masturbation, cum tasting, fingering, swearing, cheating & adultery. Dave being controlling but what’s new there 🤣.

Yea this was something to right. I hope you all enjoy peoples. Thanks for the read.

“Wait a second” Dave York scowls as he looks at the Mismatching maps he’s got in front of him . One on his screen, & one as a hard copy. “This map is dated from 1998, why do I have a copy of this” his big brown eyes dart between the two. You let out an exasperated sigh.

“Mr York if you’d have let me finish my sentence…” you start before he interrupts.

“Is it hard being the smartest person in the room?”

“I wouldn’t know, is it?” You scoff back & get up from your chair on the other side of his desk & make your way over to him. He would have rolled his eyes at your comment but after 2 years of you being Dave’s handler you’ve both got bored of it. Even though you like the little smirk he pulls afterwards. There’s mischief deep inside this killer. You get to his computer screen & stretch the map. A small sniff of his cologne always arouses you. His warm breath filling your personal space. Your hand grips his over the mouse. It still makes you shiver but not as much as it used to. “Now hold the old school map up to the screen Mr York” Dave does as you requested & you then turn the screen into dark mode. It’s clear now why you had provided him with the older map.

“Are those tunnels?”

“Yes from where they built the subway network” you look at him & he nods. “A third exit should you need it & Thompson isn’t alone or there’s other interested party’s, if you follow this one…”You point & explain that it will lead him a mile away to a power plant.

“Clever girl” he says & he smacks your bum. You try to not moan. Dave flirts with everyone, because he is the best assassin he gets away with it, also his job does require some intimate work from time to time but he has never seen you more than the best handler for him. You used to be an assassin as well until someone sliced off half of your trigger fingers nuckle . But you always planned your own missions before that, so when you decided to become an analyst & handler, Dave practically begged for you. He knew you’d keep him alive. You know what he needs to do to stay at the top & in one piece.

You both then finalise the next few bits of next Wednesdays mission so you can type it up this afternoon for him. It should then be approved on Monday & then the two of you(well mainly you) can get everything in place for Wednesday to take Thompson out. Dave is always impressed with your dedication to the cause he does wonder if you ever switch off. As you remove the usb stick from his computer, along with his signature on the initial report, so you can proposes the final changes, you head to his office door.

“Anything else I can help you with Mr York” you say in a chirpy tone. He usually will say nothing or just ask for another coffee.

“Nah your alright…” but then as you go to leave Dave then chirps up “… weekend plans?” Dave’s never asked you about your weekend plans before. You a little bit stunned. You both keep home & work separate hence you only call him Mr York.

“Erm yes… I do” you turn back to face him gripping your lap top. “My boyfriend wants to take me out for dinner for our 1 year anniversary” Dave looks shocked at this.

“A boyfriend? You kept that quiet”

“You never asked” you giggle “also we’ve actually been together 20 months, but he says it wasn’t official until he’d met my parents & my parents live in Texas”

“Hmm man’s got principles I guess, what does he do”

“He’s an accountant” you say with a sigh ”boring I know but safe, no one’s gonna look for an assassin or a handler with a boring jobed partner.” You say. You know Dave is married, Carol you believe from what you’ve found online about her, that she works as a manager at the big grocery store out of town.

“True, you hoping he asks the question, so you can be more committed” Dave asks. You can’t help but blush at that.

“Well every girls dream is to say I do & walk down the aisle in a white dress so why not,”

“You’d say yes”

“Absolutely, I love him” you suddenly realise this is the most Dave has asked you about your life in the 2 years you’ve been by his side. Pinning for a man you know is unavailable in both your worlds. No sex with coworkers you have always had that rule & keep work & home separate. “What about you Mr York”

“Work & I might watch the golf, might even go up to the cabin I haven’t decided yet” he reply’s he picks up his phone & his lips bite the side of it. He does this from time to time. It always arouses you & you try to not let it affect you. “I genuinely do hope he asks you, I hope he deserves you”

“Thank you Mr York, have a nice weekend yourself” you then do a little smile & leave, once his office door is closed you sigh & calm down. Dave was genuinely nice to you & made you feel seen. You’re angry at yourself for getting aroused while he was being polite. You shake your head & walk back to your desk, this proposal won’t write itself.

*

Dave sits there in his car, watching. He’s been following you for the last 6 months, since you wore that daisy dress to work when you were going out to a birthday afterward & he saw the real you, you let your guard down that day at work & were care free & happy. Dave’s wanted to get to know the real you from that moment. Since then with his own skills he’s followed you around. At a safe distance of course & cleverly. After all Dave is the best assassin in the world he easily goes undetected.

He sits there outside Donatello’s the Italian restaurant, a place you & your other half often frequent & he’s looking at your face. You seem bored & disinterested in the conversation. It’s also not just you as you had said to him on friday, there are friends around you, but by the looks of it mostly his friends. You politely laugh back & smile but the look on your face as you dig into another okayish carbonara says a million things. This should have been your special night but no it’s turned into him & 6 of his mates & 2 of their partners around the table too.

Dave can see your eyes show no emotion in them. You’re not giving anything to this. This was not how you thought your Saturday night would go & neither did Dave. He is half tempted to get out the car, walk into the busy restaurant, March up to you lift you over his shoulders with no explanation to anyone, put you in the back seat of his car & fuck you there & then. That’s what Dave wants. That’s what he’d do in this situation & he now pretty sure from the look on your face that you’ve not cum in months. Obviously standard & safe isn’t all it’s cracked up to be.

*

“Fuck” Gus moans as he fills the condom up & rolls off you. You’ve not cum it’s been months & he keeps persisting on using a condom. You like that he practices safe sex but it would be easier for you to be on a birth control that was half decent. He had said no & actually went with you to the doctors to say that you wouldn’t be going on it unless it was injections. You’re seeing the doctor on friday for your next round.

“Well baby that was a decent day” he says & he softly kisses your lips & gets out of bed tying the condom of his already limp penis as he put his boxers on. “& you as always were so good then”

“Yea it was good” you lie to Gus, today had all been about him & his mate Harry. He bumped into him when he was on his morning run & suddenly a day you thought might be romantic & passionate turned into a lads day. You like his friends but today should have been about the two of you & what is happening right now proves it. He’s getting dressed.

“You know you can stay Gus” you say as you scoot along the bed & massage his shoulders to help him relax & start to kiss his neck. “Maybe I want morning cuddles maybe I’m not done yet”

“Baby I’ll be surprised if you can walk after what I just did to you, you’re clearly in a sex haze” you are glad he can’t see you roll your eyes. 9minutes that’s how long he lasted before he came, you clit was neglected & he just humped his way through it. When you do cum it does feel good but it’s been lacking a lot recently. He’s not the sex god he takes himself for.

“So why are you leaving? Why can’t you stay”

“Work starts at 6am on Monday but budget meeting at 8am, so I can’t have distractions tomorrow I need to be at mine”

“But baby it’s…”

“Shhh go to sleep beautiful & I’ll let you know I get home safe”he doesn’t even kiss your lips. It’s your cheek & he heads out of your apartment. You know safe & boring is best but you can’t be doing this for the rest of your life. You need 1 last adventure before you settle down & Gus isn’t hitting the spot in lots of ways at the moment. Once you hear him lock the door behind him, you get out your newest vibrator, & build up the settings as it pleasures your naked body as you rhyth in bed. As you climax on your favourite setting, you giggle at the name that escapes your mouth. You hand & toy are coated in your slick as you moan the name “Dave!” As you reach the best high you will have this weekend.

*

“Morning Mr York” you announce as you walk into his office with his usual black coffee & information for him on the missions approval. It’s the usual Monday happy patter from you. If you start off happy it might rub off on the moody Dave. You notice him in his light blue shirt scrolling through his phone perched on the edge of his desk, deep in thought.

“Morning” he reply’s not looking up. Lost on his phone. He briefly looks up as you shut the door & then he stops & looks up again. You’re in a very nice floral green dress which is buttoned all the way up & stops just above the knee. Your hair is in a messy bun & you have a small heel on. Dave has a double look, your shiny legs sticking out as you hand him his coffee.

“What Mr York, can’t I put in a bit of effort from time to time” you say as he keeps looking you up & down as you hand him his coffee.

“Obviously, it’s just there’s something different about you today,” he says with a smile & then bites on the corner of his phone trying not to think about what he would do to you. “But I notice something hasn’t changed..” he, once he’s put his coffee down, grips your left hand stroking across your fingers “… I see & feel no ring unless your picking one together” Dave sees your face drop a little, your chirpy mood moves on as you sign.

“Yea, turns out my boyfriend wanted it to be more of a friends thing for our anniversary than just us” you say “I still had a nice dinner…”

“& a good fucking?” Dave interupts & you turn bright red straight away.

“Mr York!” You shriek.

“What? You’re a woman you have needs, just like all men & women have needs” he says with a smirk. The hand that was holding yours now brings the coffee cup to his lips, always looking so plump. His phone is on the desk as he strokes his thigh. “So I’m guessing you didn’t have a moment of pure passion then”

“Mr York, there’s a reason we keep our work & private lives separate, I don’t think I want to talk about my sex life with you”

“What if I as your boss asked you to?” He says & winks before slurping more coffee.

“& here I was thinking this was going to be a normal Monday meeting to approve a few things before Wednesday” you scoff & smile. “Let’s just say that my man thinks he gets my needs met but once he’s happy that’s that”

“Damn, a man should always look after his woman first, preferably with oral or fingers strumming her cunt open”

“DAVE!” He pulls a face as you shout this at him “sorry… MR. YORK!” You shout again & then both laugh.

“don’t worry about it sweetheart, I’m amazed you still formally call me Mr York, I’m not gonna murder you for a slip of the tongue like that”

“I’d like to see you try” you respond back instantly.

“Oooh fighting talk, I like that” he says with a devilish smile. “& if I’m honest you’d give back as well as you took” somehow you now know this isn’t talking about fighting talk. Your minds gone dirty.

“Well what can I say, I think all things should be equal, giving & receiving, don’t you?”

“No I like to be in control” he says abruptly almost cutting you off. “I like to know where I stand with everything, so that when I give, it’s given good”his hand forcefully grabs your wrist . “That’s why you’ve not applied to be an Assassin again.” You look dumb struck at him.

“I don’t think that’s any of your business Mr…”

“But it is my business, your my business.” He tugs you towards him as he stands up his right hand grips your chin, firmly. “Imagine if we were a team, 2 assassin working together, the world we could create the missions we could achieve, doesn’t that sound good to you” he whispers all of this in your ear seductively. Your breathing has hitched. You feel his hand start to drift yours to his bulge.

“Dave… I”

But before your hand makes contact & you do something you might regret, the phone in the office rings.

“Fuck” Dave basically launches you out of his personal space & leans over the desk to grab the phone. His moody tone is there. “York, this had better be good” you stand there awkwardly while he berates someone on the phone for not doing the vehicle clean at the weekend for Wednesday. He then smirks at you & says down the phone. “I’m sure my handler can handle the situation, she likes all things being equal” before he slams the receiver down.

“I’ll go deal with that then Mr York, here’s the files for Wednesday” you say & don’t even really look at him. Had he sexually harassed you before that phone call? You hadn’t kissed or touched him. Was it his power over you? As much as he knows you can do what he does, does he enjoy those moments.

It’s not long after you sit behind your desk sorting out the last few things that for Wednesday’s mission that you get a message from him.

We good? Y

You smirk & reply.

Nothings changed Mr York, let’s concentrate on the mission

Glad you’re handling all of it so well. He reply’s

*

Dave lies in his bath on Tuesday night. He always has a bath the night before a mission. It calms him down. Carol always moans that he takes too long, but she lets him off, she knows he has “an important client” tomorrow. He should have asked her to join him in the bath, get his frustrations out on her, but he didn’t instead he’s got the last 5 days cctv from work of you, watching you bend over to pick up files, that little giggle you do with the tech guys & then he watches all the interactions he’s had with you. His length is pulsing, throbbing in his hand as he listens via his ear pods, a few suggestive things said between you both.

“Fuck baby” he growls as the bath water which was starting to get a bit too cold, now has lashes of his cum added to it. He almost knocks his iPad into the bath, as he jerks away mumbling your name.

*

“Coms check” you say as you get out of the car to set up your own radar to do the mission on Wednesday afternoon.

“Loud & clear sweetheart,”

“Good, although we should still use the code names Boss, not sweetheart, no matter how nice that sounds” you say as you look roughly at the spot he will be setting up his sniper rifle. It’s a clear day, not as many people about as you thought & Dave should have a clear shot to take the target out. Everything is going to plan, a little too well to plan you have in the back of your mind. You slip into the back seat of your Audi with the blacked out windows & connect the additional radar to your set up so you can monitor everything as the doors lock.

“Well I’m okay with calling you Hand if you want, I mean I am the boss,” he jokes back to you once he sees you are safe in the back of the car & looks through his site at the building 2 blocks away from you. “But what would you really like me to call you” he says & you can heart his breath hitch in your ear piece. Is Dave flirting with you on a mission?

“Boss, I’m gonna call you Boss” your trying to keep focused, it’s your job to keep other things entertained while Dave does his killing & to let clean up know when he’s done & to also check for possible complications.

“Well I’ll make sure you do call me that on every occasion, & I can hear your eyes rolling” Dave chuckles. His tone then changes. “Package has arrived” you’re always so amazed that Dave can switch it on & off so quickly. The target has arrived in the building & that’s now his main objective. You & carol could be scissoring in front of Dave right now & he wouldn’t notice at all. You’re glad he’s back in the zone.

“Traffic is good, from what I can see his next lot of security should arrive in 11mins, but oooh no” you click 8 buttons to cause lights to go Green & cause 2 traffic collision “looks like they will be delayed by 6mins taking the alternative route.” You click your timer for 18mins & so does Dave, you hear the beep from his watch down the phone. You both know that being 2 blocks away means you can get back to Dave before that time, but Dave’s got to make sure he doesn’t get spotted & if he needs to additional hits need to happen.

“Copy that” Dave says & you hear the clicks & snaps of the rifle ready to take aim.

“In your own time Boss” you say & then you hear one of your favourite things in the world. You’d never tell Dave this but it’s the way he breathes as he slows his heart rate down to get the perfect clean shoot. It’s not all bang like in the movies. Dave can do that, obviously with all the drama & can kill at close range & get into a fight if he has to, but him sniping someone & the way those lips softly part at each exhale, it’s so attractive. His eyes dilated in concentration too. You enjoy it for a few seconds you get to hear it before the burst of noise. Dave makes the shot after only 2minutes after the timer started.

“Clean, precise, call clean up” Dave declares down the radio.

“Confirm?”

“Confirm target down”

You then switch to your clean up squad who are on the ground floor of the building (hence why tunnels were needed on your map originally, but they were a final back up for Dave) & you tell them to move in with their timer set for 5mins there’s 4 of them so they can do it that quickly. You can hear Dave packing his gun away.

“Estimate?”

“4 no 6minutes, the lifts not working”

“Copy” you quickly leap out the back seat of the car & get back into the drivers seat & put your foot down. This means Dave expects to be coming out of the back door of the rendezvous at that exact time. Your car should be there so he can get out of the door & into in it 10seconds before you drive off. Your sat nav is linked to the set up in the back of the car for the best route, to avoid all the issues you set up with traffic earlier.

“Clean ups just confirmed clean & identification Boss” you say to him with you being 2 minutes out. Dave doesn’t reply, if he’s got that many stairs a to run down, he’s conserving energy. You eventually approach the building next to the one Dave took his shot from & slow down to do a reconnaissance loop, everything is clear, so you put the car in reverse ready to go & collect Dave. You pull up 20 seconds early & hit the unlock button to the car door, when suddenly the door flys open & two large hand drag you out.

“Fuck” your scream grabbing the keys & putting it in down the back of black leggins.

A burly face looks at you but your now more concerned that there is cold steal of a barrel now against your forehead.

“Keys now” a voice screams from the side of you. You realise that you’re about to be car jacked. It’s the second man who screams this. & you just shake you head at them, as your eyes fill up with water. These guys must have seen you do a loop & waited for you to pull up. They can’t have this car for so many reason.

“Seriously gents, you’ve picked the wrong day & car to Jack. Just walk away & it won’t cost you your life” you say calmly, but you gulp. they both have masks covering their faces but you can see their eyes. The one with the gun pointed at your head his hand is slightly shaking. The one who has you gripped against the door frame is much firmer, but you can tell my his eyes & hair he’s no more than 19. You don’t want Dave to have to kill these two who have just got lucky today in your 3 second lapse of concentration. It’s most unlike you. You’re also speaking very clearly because you know Dave will be picking this up.

“Ha” the one holding you cackles. “& what makes you think we won’t shoot you & take the car anyhow” you quickly side eye the barrel & realise they are blanks which will still hurt but won’t kill. You can also hear Dave counting down from 20 in your ear, he’s clearly waiting for his moment.

“Because” you stutter as the grip around your neck gets more as your hand reaches to the back of the car seat which has a small knife in the head rest. “Your amateurs…”

“We’re pros” click. Dave has snuck up to the one holding the gun behind him his gun firmly against his head. “& you picked the wrong day to do this”. The other man looks in shock his grip lessens. It’s enough time for you to wiggle slightly & grab your knife, in all of 4 seconds its plunged into the man with the guns thigh. The scream he lets out is ear piercing.

*

“Where the fuck were you?”

“Why were you early?”

“Why did you not tell me there were people near?”

“Why the fuck didn’t you check for blind spots & randoms?”

Dave & you have been going back & forth for all the way back to HQ since the incident.

Luckily you were both covered enough by your faces that you didn’t need to kill the two kids. Taking them hostage was never plan. Instead you took the two of them who you both injured & dropped them near an emergency room. The smell of piss & vomit you get used to, but it’s still not nice, the car valet will not happy that they have to deal with that. But they were just kids trying to car Jack with a fake empty gun. Anyone else would have given in but they just happened to go for you.

“Because I did so I did my slow loop & came back to your exit, & in the time after I’d checked the back mirror & unhooked my seatbelt to come & open the door he’d sprung up”

“But from where” Dave demands.

“I don’t fucking know Dave okay!” You snap back, a little too harshly.“Another door or behind a bin or over the fence, I don’t have a clue, but the car wasn’t stolen & we completed our mission”

“& to think I was…” Dave then pauses & rubs the back on his head his black beanie hat coming off as he does it. He the looks you up & down. You’re sat on his desk in your black skin tight leggins, black vest top & you still have your own beanie on. Your jacket hanging off the door.

“Say it Dave” he knows your as pissed at him as he is with you. You’ve used his first name twice now.

“No it will just piss you off even more”

“Well I’m already angry & moody so you may as well…”

“I was gonna fill out you application to get you license back!” He interrupted abruptly & the room falls silent, those words hanging in the air.

“Dave, you… you were what…” it a soft tone that leaves your mouth for the first time in about an hour.

“I was going to apply for you to be a full time assassin again.” He shrugs “but if your gonna get jumped by some kids maybe your not up for it, maybe you have lost your game & nerve” he’s rubbing his neck as he says this. His chest is heaving. That skin tight black tshirt is stuck to him. He’s taken off his Kevlar vest & is looking mighty fine, everything clearly defined, including the outline under his black cargo trousers.

“Dave I… I don’t know what to say, thank you & also fuck you for saying I have lost my nerve”

“Well if I’m honest…” his voice trembles “…I’m not sure I can have you being my handler anymore” that shocks you. You freeze, time stops, you don’t breath, your heart doesn’t pump. You eyes fill up.

“What!” You panic. This job means the world to you, if Dave doesn’t want you as his handler something must have happened. He stares at the floor. “You can’t just say that Dave & not fully expect me to understand without an…” you don’t get the word explanation out of your mouth. Dave marches across the office & grips your chin before his lips vigorously clash with yours. You lean on the desk, stuck in the spot, you minds tell you no for so many reasons but it only takes a second for your hand to trial down his side & rest of his hip. His own hands are holding & caressing your face. Kissing you like his life depended on it. You feel alive for the first time in a while at someone’s touch & you instantly feel arsoual taking over.

“Dave” you mumble as you push him back slightly. “We can’t, for so many reason. You’re my boss I’m your handler, I have a boyfriend you have…”

“When did he last make you cum?” He says bluntly.

“Erm…”

“Exactly” you aren’t wearing a belt his hand slides straight down your leggins under your panties & straight for your clit. He smirks that it is so slick. “Good girl” you gasp, as he calls you this the friction has started.

“Mmmmmm fuck” you moan before Dave’s lips find yours again, he nips a few times at your bottom lip while he sees to you, his tongue more than welcome inside your mouth.

“Dave… stop I’m gonna … i… I…”

“Let go sweetheart let Dave handle the situation for a change” you then feel two long fingers slip inside you & the friction is intense.

“Oooooohhhhhhh fucking fuck” you gush & cry as he makes you cum harder than you have done at any point in the last 3 months with Gus. He is delighted how quickly he got you off as you are perched there panting. “Fuck Dave, we we shouldn’t. Your married”

“It’s not technically cheating as long as I don’t cum inside you”

“What!?” You say in shock, before he lifts you up & he pulls you leggins & panties down in one movement, his eyes light up at the mess you have both made.

“Oooh fuck baby” he growls before he Burries his head between your thighs lapping away at the wetness dripping down.

“Dave stop”

“Why?”

“We shouldn’t”

“You really want me to stop? What does your body tell you?” He lifts his head as he removes your shoes so everything comes off from the waste down. It gives you a few second to think.

“My body is enjoying it & my head says I deserve it, but my heart…”

“Gus doesn’t deserve you, you’ve been miserable, let me take care of you”he says as he strips off his black skin tight tshirt. You know the man is Broad & well built but this is a feast for the eyes. You lick you lips expectantly.

“Wait…” you pause”how do you know my boyfriends name”

“You don’t wanna know” he says with a smirk before he unbuckles his belt. You’re not sure if you should move in pure fear or consent to your boss fucking you.

“Dave I…” but he grips your chin as his belt slides out through his other hand.

“Sweetheart the only words I want from you are your consent & your moans, don’t make me shut you up with this belt.” He hits the desk with the buckle. His eyes fully dilated full of desire. Those black cargo pants are not hiding his erection to well. you softly nod. “Vocally sweet heart “ your head is lifted more.

“Promise not to cum inside me”

“Promise, let’s get your uncorking situations sorted.” Dave’s lips meet yours again. He lifts you up & carries you to the sofa in his office. His hand gripping your arse so hard as the two of your mouths feast on each other. He lays you down & you go to shimmy off your top but Dave rips it if your body.

“I might have needed that Dave”

“Bollocks to it” the long noise of his fly unzipping has you rhything “ooh baby I don’t even have to touch you to see that body desperately craving a real man’s touch.” You fling your bra across the room. You no longer care that you are about to cheat on Gus. Your fantasy that you’ve had for the last 2 years is about to happen. Dave York your assassin your boss is about to fuck you until you can’t move.

As he drops his trousers & boxers your legs part more. The site of his long girthy penis sends shivers down your spine. He’s definately going to pinch.

“Impressed?” He says as he slips in between your thighs, he licks his fingers & they start to strum your sex making you moan.

“Fuck”

“God I’ve wanted to do this for a long time” he groans, as he teases your clit with his cock. The pre cum dripping mixing with your own arousal. “Gonna make you realise your worth sweetheart” he moans before he fully in one long deep push goes balls deep inside you first time.

“Oooh my god, fuck oooh fuck” you moan grabbing the grey sofa materials. The sting feels magnificent. You feel like any movement he makes your gonna cum straight away. He’s looking at your erect nipples on your breasts, your chest & tummy heathing, the little sweat beads forming on your head & then he slowly starts to move his penis out. “‘Mmmmmm ooooh”

“Take it that’s good”

“Fuck yesss Dave… oooh god” he slams in again & hits the spot, everything tingles & your senses are exploding.

“Does Gus do this?” He says as he does the same move again. You shake your head.

“No mmmmmm” you can’t stop moaning each time you mmm or ohhh Dave smirks. He’s getting naughty noises out of your mouth. He wondering would that small mouth of yours take his cock. How far could he ram it down your throat.

“Man doesn’t know how to make a woman feel good, doesn’t deserve ooooh fuck” Dave feels you clamp around him. Almost milking him if his seed at this early stage. “Hold off a bit longer sweetheart please” he lifts your leg & puts your left foot on his shoulder & then he finds his rhythm. He’s in the zone.

“Oooh my god god my god oooh fuck” you don’t know what you’re moaning. Even though Gus isn’t the best lover none of your other lovers or partners before him have felt this good. Dave’s working & rolling his body. The happy trail from his belly button down to the base of his length due to his hip action, is hypnotic. The man can move. He concentrating so much but you can also hear from his own moans that he is getting pleasure out of this too. “Oooh baby”

“Fuck oooh come on girl give it to me,” one arms stretches while another caresses your breasts. He wipes the sweat from his brow with the hand not holding your leg in place before he returns to your neglected clit. As the friction grows you can’t hold on anymore.

“OOoh shit shit shit” you cry “fuckkkkk” you scream as you climax, drenching Dave inside you. Dave look on in wonder as you scream, he’s sure people know he’s fucking you. He doesn’t care.He looks as you lie there spent but he’s not done yet.

“Oooh sweetheart we can do more than that” he says as he quickly withdraws then flips you onto your front.

“Fuck” you scream as he lies on top of you, his balls already banging as he’s deep inside you again. You go to turn your head to look at him but he pushes it into the sofa.

“Fuck your even tighter baby.” He snarls, his rhythm is unrelenting.”how bad is your boyfriend”

“Mmmmm” is all you can get out muffled as he fucks pounding away. He fees so good. You can feel the next orgasm approaching already.

“Fuck fuck fuck Dave” you groan, it leaks down your legs your cum, you know this sofa isn’t new but it’s going to have stains on now.

Dave’s a machine, fucking you hard for over an hour all sorts of positions. You enjoyed it each time he withdrew & covered your arse or belly in ropes of his cum. He was being true to his word. He wasnt cumming inside you. He didn’t care what you thought anymore & actually neither had you. He was giving you the pleasure you had craved for the last few months. Boring Gus with his very safe sex wasn’t going to cut it anymore.

As you bounced up & down in the cowgirl position, Dave licked his lips. You’d been exactly what he had hoped for. He knew what he was doing was wrong but with you being so willing to give it back to him he was enjoying pleasure too.

“Gonna cum once more for daddy” he asked, sweat covering his body.

“Mmmhmmm yes boss” you say still calling him the code name.

“Think you can handle me”

“I always do”

“That’s my girls” he slapped & then grabbed your arse cheek & this made you clamp around his cock so hard. It made him moan “fuck” he did it again & again. Each time you moved more, each time the slap was harder, each gasp you made was more erotic. He’s struggling to control his urge.

“Oooh Dave, more more more” if anyone was recording this it would be a blur At the pace he is going. He’s hitting the spot each time, your previous arousal leaking out. It’s too much. His moves, your pants, the way your boobs jiggle. You’re both gonna explode.

“Oooh fuck baby”

“Yes just like that” you whimper as he sticks two fingers in your arse, he’s not claimed that but it’s enough.”yes yes yes yessss yesss oooh fuck Dave!” You scream & cum, eyes rolling into the back in your head. Squeezing him with all your might.

“Oooooh fuck fuck fuck!” He cry’s, he can’t withdraw in time. He cums & fills you up, painting every inch of you. Both your slicks mixing together inside you “fuck yes” he growls before he kisses you firmly. Neither of you have realised what Dave has just done. Your both on a come down, slowly rocking into each other, panting & giggling in between kisses. Sweat from you dripping onto his chest. He sucks your left breast to calm down before he slowly & delicatly unseats you & puts you on the sofa as he goes into his desk drawer for some wet wipes, for you to both clean up. It’s only as he starts to wipe his dick, his face drops.

“We… oooh fuck” he stumbles upon his realisation.

“Yea we’ve both been unfaithful Dave”

“I’ve never cum inside someone before, other than a girlfriend or my wife, on missions I cum in their mouth or on their tits, why couldn’t I stop with you?”

“Well you did the first few goes…” he then abruptly interupts.

“Your on birth control right?” Your face drops it’s Friday you see the doctor. He freezes”you are right”

“My period ended yesterday & im getting my birth control shot on Friday” you say which is a partial lie, you begin ovulating tomorrow, Dave could have just got you pregnant. You both glaze over, Dave at the fact that he’s cheated after years of being “careful” with lots of targets for information & you for the fact that your Boss could have impregnated you. You both stay silent as you get dressed unsure what to say your relationship no longer the same. Once dressed you put on your jacket & do it up so that when you leave his office you aren’t just in your bra. You stand up & stroke his face.

“Is there anything else I can do for you mr York?” You say as if nothing haa changed but everything has. You sound sad.

“No, I’m all good” he doesn’t even make eye contact with you & you leave. You head straight to the women’s bathroom & throw up, sick to your stomach at what you just did, even though it made you feel to good.

*

You sit in Dave’s office on Monday morning waiting for him. You’d tried to work together on Thursday & Friday but it was awkward. The genie was out of the bottle, the dynamic different. You’d then been to the doctors & then spent the weekend assessing your life. You’d come to some decisions that would change a few things, but you thought it was best to be truthful with Dave first. When he walks in he’s shocked to see you waiting.

“Morning”

“Morning Mr York we need to talk” you say. Your sat on the sofa you consummated your passion on & Dave comes & sits beside you. He looks white. On the table by the sofa is both you coffees some paperwork & a little box. Dave looks at the long thin rectangular box suspiciously.

“Can I…” you nod & he unpacks the box. There is the pregnancy test you took before the doctors. He sighs deeply. “Thank god for that” he says looking at the negative test.

“I took a morning after pill to be safe as well Dave” you then hand him the envelope. “That’s for you too” Dave without hesitation opens the envelope. His head is still processing that you aren’t pregnant. It takes him a few minutes to realise. He grabs your knee straight away when the realisation hits.

“No!”

“No”

“I won’t allow it”

“What”

“Youre the best handler I’ve ever had, I can’t lose you, not over a couple of hours of sex”

“Dave… I”

“No you can’t, it’s stupid”

“Will you let me explain” you shout. Dave looks shocked. He’s never heard that tone before from you. “I spent the weekend thinking things over, I want to take my license again, I want to be an assassin, or at least a full time driver or back up & I want….” You gulp “& I want to do it with you” Dave’s face is stunned. His face then lights up & he hugs you.

“Ohhh really, you want to go back to this, you want us to be a team a real team”

“We always were a team Dave, I just need to stop living the safe life, see where I belong, get back to what I’m good at, I was holding myself back, but after that mission & then when it almost went wrong & the the rush & the passion, I can’t give that up”

“& Gus…” he asks

“Well let’s just say safe isn’t for me.”

“& I am” he asks raising an eyebrow, “you know I’m married right”

“I do Dave”I then smirk”but it’s not cheating unless you fill me up with cum” he laughs back at that.

“Naughty bitch” he scoff “you’ve got the grips of this whole situation havent you?”

“Isn’t it good to be the smartest person in the world?” You ask.

“I don’t know does it?” He can’t hold back & his plump lips crash either yours, his hand goes up your skirt & he’s amazed when he realises you aren’t wearing any underwear. “You tease” he says as that large flat thumb starts working your clit. You moan instantaneously.

“Only for you mr York, only you”

#pedro pascal #fanfic #my fics #smutt #no minors #pedro pascal characters #pedro pascal cinematic universe #over18 #pedro pascal fanfiction #pedro pascal character fanfiction #dave york f reader #dave york fan fiction #dave york angst #dave york fanfic #dave york fanfiction #dave york fic #dave york smut #dave york pit #Dave York #pedro pascal fandom #pedro pascal fan fic #pedro pascal universe #dave york x f!reader

[milfgyuu]

Stabby Daddy [M] Pairing: Lee Donghyuck x Fem!Reader Tags: 1.8k, F2L, Humor, Suggestive Content 18+ Prompt: “No stabbings this year, got it?” + “There’s a guy standing in the backyard with a knife...that you?” Requested by @sweetlyhrj Summary: Your questionable situationship is redefined on Halloween night.

Warnings: Suggestive Content 18+, non-explicit scenes, heaving making out, marking, teasing/flirting/touching, sexual interactions implied, language.

Your crush on Haechan is entirely embarrassing. 

He’s all the things you would hate in anyone else. Whiny, petulant, obnoxious, annoying…

The problem is you have some sort of Hyuck-filter that makes his pout sort of adorable, especially when he’s hanging off your shoulder, batting his eyes at you. His ability to laugh about literally everything is a bit endearing and contagious and though his pranks and practical jokes sometimes get him in trouble…you appreciate his stupid sense of humor. 

Even if you refuse to admit that to anyone other than your cousin. 

Johnny leans down to your ear and whispers, not very subtly. 

“You’re staring at him again.”

In shock at his proximity you bat your hand at him and he quickly extends out of reach. Glaring, you whack him in the stomach. “I was simply observing the party,” you huff out, tugging on the ends of your Sailor Mars costume. It was tight and the skirt was dangerously short but it was Halloween. 

When else do you get to wear such questionable attire?

You grumble at Johnny’s smirk. “What? It’s not my fault his big fat head was in the way as usual.”

Lies. 

He knows you were surveying the party for him specifically and sure enough, you followed the sound of his high pitched laughter, identifying him before he even removed the Ghostface mask. Ugh…he was so h-

“You’re late…”

You lurch forward in terror at the sudden words and warm lips pressed against your ear but Haechan catches you around the middle, pulling you back against him with a laugh. You turn to look over your shoulder and find him grinning back at you - eyes twinkling with mischief. 

How he’d managed to sneak over in the brief minute you took your eyes off of him you’d never know.

“I texted you,” you know - you ignored it. “I was starting to think you wouldn’t show up,” he pouts, face too close to your own.

You fight to clear your throat. “Didn’t realize you were so concerned.”

“Of course I was,” he purrs, “What fun is a party if I don’t get to play with you all night? Making you huff and puff and act like you don’t want me around when you clearly do is my single greatest joy in life.”

Johnny, sensing your inability to retort cuts in to break up the tension.

“Ghostface,” he nods, “Interesting choice considering what happened last year…”

Haechan almost steps away but instead keeps his right arm looped around you, his hand slung low on your hip. “Again,” he argues, shoulders taut in exasperation as if he’s explained this several times already, “How was I supposed to know that was a real knife?!”

Johnny just snorts and you have to giggle…just a little. Everybody was a smidgen too drunk at last year’s party and long story short…Haechan might have accidentally stabbed Jungwoo with a kitchen knife he thought was a prop…just a tiny stab…that required some emergency suturing.

You couldn’t focus on the back-and-forth between the two of them, arguing the details. You were stuck on the fact that Haechan never once moved his hand and your vision blurred each time his fingers squeezed when he was trying to make a point. It wasn’t until Doyoung, darling Doyoung in his boring vampire costume, came over and kissed your cheek. 

“Sailor Mars” he grins at your outfit, a little edge to his voice. “You look amazing.”

The fingers at your hip tighten briefly. 

The oddly possessive reaction stirs something in your chest.

Doyoung then looks up to the heathen attached to that proprietary hand and frowns. “No stabbings this year, got it?”

“It was an accident!”

Doyoung simply sniffs and walks away which is so typical of your stoic yet infinitely disapproving friend that you chuckle bemusedly. 

Haechan is caught looking at you again with the type of heat in his gaze that makes Johnny fumble for an excuse to leave you alone. It’s far from the first time he’s done it and you can read him before he speaks, begging him with your eyes not to leave but…

“Oh, look,” he points off in the distance behind you and you know Ten finally showed up. “There’s the Sailor Moon to my Tuxedo Mask.”

He doesn’t even really excuse himself before powerful strides carry him across the room and far away from you and your...situation.

You scoff after your traitorous cousin. “Bastard.”

Reminding you of his presence, Haechan circles around to stand in front of you, that hand swiveling to land on your lower back as if it’s not to be removed unless you specifically request it.

You don’t though. You never do.

Quietly, he asks, “What’s wrong, beautiful?” and though his voice is teasing, his eyes are serious. “You afraid to be left alone with me?”

You roll your eyes and pride yourself for not letting the motion falter when he slips his other arm around your waist, clasping his hands together behind you. You’re so close that you don’t really have anywhere to put your hands and they sort of just land on his chest but his rapidly beating heart beneath your palm is enough to put your mind at ease. 

You’re not the only one affected. 

It’s been a long game of flirtation and familiar touches in the time that you’ve known Haechan well enough to call him a friend. He teases you relentlessly when you hang out but still shows up at your apartment out of the blue to spend time with you and he invites you out whenever he goes anywhere, making sure to always stay by your side. He texts you randomly throughout the day to check on you or just to say something stupid for you to laugh at him.

He’s as thoughtful as he is a daily nuisance. 

You decide to toy with him right back. It’s fun. It’s what’s comfortable. 

“Afraid of you?” you tilt your head, assessing, taunting, and the look in his eyes softens. “I’m just annoyed that I most likely lost my ride home for the night.”

Haechan laughs, “Nah, I’ll make sure we get you home safely.”

“Hmmm...you promise?”

“Would I lie to you?”

“Yes.”

Haechan huffs out a laugh, face full of amusement. “Well, not about that,” he unwraps his arms but takes your hand and pulls you toward a riveting game of pong. “Have a little faith in your stabby daddy,” he teases, snorting when you fake gag, “Come on,” he swipes his mask and plastic knife off the table he’d left them at, “Admit it. That was clever.”

“That was heinous but I’ll let it slide if you can beat Jaehyun in the next game.”

Haechan smirks knowing Jae’s social anxiety has him three beers in and already starting to throw his shittiest shots. “Oh, it’s in the bag, baby.”

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Nearing midnight, the party hadn’t slowed whatsoever.

There is still drinking and dancing and games happening throughout the house and though Haechan’s been at your side the entire night, he excuses himself for a few minutes when you find Johnny again. 

You’re loathe to admit you miss his company and that constant warmth he’s shared with you for the past few hours of laughing, bickering, and too close dancing. Your eyes cast around the room, hoping to find him on his way back to you but no such luck. 

Suddenly your phone rings and your brows furrow when you see his name on the screen. You answer, plugging your other ear against the noise. “Hello?”

“Come outside.”

Your brows crinkle again. “Outside where? Where did you go?”

He laughs at your confusion. “I can see you in the living room,” he says softly, “You don’t even realize how good you look tonight, do you?”

You turn on your heel and find a big window you’d somehow failed to notice until now just behind the couch. You step closer, narrowing your eyes against the darkness. “Uh...there’s a guy standing in the backyard with a knife...that you?” 

Ghostface looks back at you, mask in place, phone to his ear, waving at you with that stupid knife in hand. “Brave enough to come find out?”

Stupid enough, yeah.

You pace a bit closer to the window and he waves you over. “What’s in it for me?”

“I’ll make it worth your while.”

The sheer depth of his tone makes your legs tremble beneath you and you wordlessly hang up the phone, turning for the back door of the house that leads out to the yard. It’s so dark, barley a sliver of moon in the sky, clouds engulfing the stars and swallowing up any bit of light left. 

If anyone saw you mindlessly following a black cloaked figure out into the tree line they didn’t bother to stop you and when one gloved hand reaches out for you, you take it and allow him to pull you behind a towering tree, out of anyone’s line of sight. Hidden away, he grabs your waist and backs you up against the bark, pressing his heat into you. 

With shaking hands, you pull away the mask and let it fall to the ground but Haechan doesn’t complain. His eyes bounce so slowly between yours and your lips until you rest your arms over his shoulders, wrists crossed delicately behind his head. It’s the most intimate either of you have dared.

His lips collide with your own, desperate fingers digging into your sides to pull you closer until there isn’t any space between you left. Your back arches off the tree and he slips a hand behind you, anchoring your body to his when your tongue presses against his own and he sighs, the taste of your drink dizzying to his already buzzing senses.

Parting is brief, just enough to drag air into your lungs, but Haechan doesn’t stop, dipping down to nip at your throat, gliding his lips and tongue over the marks in order to both soothe and deepen their purplish hue. 

“When are you going to admit you like me so I can ask you out?”

His question is posed between kisses and he works his way back up for a final peck against your lips until he’s looking at you, giving you a chance to answer. 

“I didn’t realize you were waiting on me.”

Haechan smirks. “I am a gentleman.”

“Your hand on my ass says otherwise,” you counter, eyes fluttering when he squeezes his handful. You hadn’t actually recounted when his hand had slipped lower.

“Manners have limitations,” he murmurs, unable to keep himself from kissing you again. 

It’s soft, slow, too sensual. Your thighs press together automatically. 

He pulls back after a while and you groan in frustration. 

Haechan laughs at the look of impatience on your face. Your heaving chest, your parted lips. You look so perfect he might just give in.

”Answer one question for me and I promise, I will take you home and fuck you silly in that pretty little skirt, okay?”

Swallowing the pooling saliva in your mouth is an effort but you nod. You think.

“Will you agree to finally date me for real and stop pretending you’re not totally in love with my dumb ass?”

His question is playful but his face is so sincere. It’s a look you’ve come to recognize in these long months of back and forth. Pretending he’s just flirting with you when you know his intentions to be entirely true. It’s a game but one you’ve grown so familiar with you’re not sure you’re ready to let it end.

“I’ll agree to the first bit,” you start and he grins, “...but I make I make no promises about the second part.”

It seems Haechan isn’t ready for that little game to end either since he grins.

“Good enough for me,” he says and then kisses you hard and fast until you’re laughing and batting him away, complaining about your hair getting caught in the bark. He smiles and apologizes, smoothing down the tangled strands.

Hand in hand, you make your way through the house, let a few people know you’re leaving and then Haechan’s opening his passenger door for you - even going so far as to lean over you and buckle your seatbelt, eyes lingering on your bare succulent thighs. His eyes flicker up to yours.

“I was serious about keeping the costume on,” he admits, one hand nudging your legs apart to tenderly stroke the inside of your knee, “You look so fucking good in that skirt.”

“Does that mean the mask stays on?”

“Will you call me your stabby daddy?” He smirks, fingers leaving impressions in your skin.

He expects a hard no but you laugh and tug him down for a quick kiss. 

“Make it worth my while.”

It’s bold and surprising and has him very quickly shutting your door and rounding the car to get you home as fast as possible. The words will never actually leave your lips but you most certainly would like to see him try to make it happen. 

Honestly? It nearly works. 

Because no one takes on a challenge quite like your stabby daddy boyfriend.

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#Halloween drabbles 2022 #nct fanfic #haechan fanfic #donghyuck fanfic #nctcreations #kdiarynet #kwritersworldnet #nct dream fan #nct 127 fanfic #kpop fanfic #lana writes

[coffeeebomb]

Tav Introduction Time

Yoinked from @slusheeduck (seriously, go check em out, Casual Banter was one of the first things I found when really getting into BG3 fanworks and it was amazing)

Zhanarya "Tav" Tavianos, Wood Half Elf, Ranger-Rogue, 38

Favorite weapon(s): Unsurprisingly, a bow. Though she's more than adept with a pair of blades when needed.

Style of combat: Mostly long-ranged combat. Depending on the situation, she’s either covering you or opening the fight. When out of arrows, she falls back to stabby ambushing. Her melee combat has vastly improved after convincing people to spar with her on the regular (mishaps be damned). Once she got comfortable with the party, they were subjected to her harebrained experimenting with the esteemed Yeet™ school of combat.

Most prized possession: Her jewelry because of their sentimental value. The sussur dagger they forged in Moonhaven/Blighted Village is a close second.

Deepest desire: To be wanted in a close-knit family.

Guilty pleasure: 'Fancy living', she's lived vicariously through her time guarding (or hunting down) wealthier folks that she's grown curious to know what it's like.

Best-kept secret(s): What she was actually jailed for. On a less serious note, it'd be figuring out which of her eyes was the fake one.

Greatest strength: Her composure. Her experiences in travelling solo and in groups have done a lot in teaching her how to deal with whatever's thrown her way (and how to keep it concealed).

Fatal flaw: Her tendency to internalise things often devolves into concluding that she can only depend on herself to fix whatever disaster she’s gotten herself into.

Favorite smell(s): The morning forest air. Or freshly baked goods from market stalls.

Favorite spell or cantrip: Misty step during combat, 'speak to animals' in other occasions.

Pet peeve(s): Bird puns (made even worse after Halsin drew the connection between her and a shrike), slow walking, when people touch her “organised chaos”.

Bad habit: Hoarding tendencies, her lockpicks can be found just about everywhere and on everyone in camp. This isn’t helped by her sticky fingers either.

Hidden talent: Jewelry making. Picked it up when she was apprenticing with a fletcher (who was married to a silversmith).

Leisure activity: Perching/lounging in high spots.

Favorite drink: Spiced tea (if didn’t need copious amounts of caffeine).

Comfort food: Steamed buns.

Favorite person: Usually it depends on what she’s up to. Platonically, she's closest to Wyll, who was a brother-figure, source of moral guidance and indulger of “fancy bullshit” (which was universally accepted to be less destructive than her theory crafting sessions with Gale) all rolled into one. His deal with Mizora was the first time she realized she wanted to get involved with this band of lunatics and not book it the moment she was tadpole-free. Romantically, it’s Astarion, although it was a long process of getting their shit together and figuring out what they wanted that didn’t involve threats of maiming, emotional constipation and roundabout banter. Chaos and roguish mischief are guaranteed when they’re both on the same page, something everyone has learnt the hard way.

Favored display of affection (platonic and/or romantic): Quality time (she’s more than accustomed to hanging around in one spot for hours on end) and/or acts of service (which could be either a little favour or death by a dozen arrows). Though people were quick to catch on that if there are items involved there were most often stolen goods.

Fondest childhood memory: camping/hunting trips with her adopted parents.

Tagging anybody interested to try this out, now go.

#baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #bg3 tav #tav #zhana tavianos #oc profiles and stuff #coffee scribbles #scribbles more like me word vomiting again lmao

[thebiscuiteternal]

since you said crossovers were okay can we see some of that fashion buddies crossover you mentioned awhile back?

(Man, copypasting and editing this on my phone turned out to be a pain in the ass.)

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There are rumblings of a strange new monster wandering about the jianghu. It appears to be a woman dressed in scandalous black clothing with gold armor, except it can't be an actual woman because the scout reports say that she can grow taller than the trees or smaller than a bird, that she can fly on insect wings and shoot lightning from her hands.

A joke, the great sects think. A tale created and spread by drunkards.

Until a group of Lan disciples are the next to cross her path.

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Janet van Dyne is having a very, very bad week. She's lost count of the number of magical or technological portals she's been tossed through in her lifetime, so at first she'd been grateful to at least have ended up on Earth this time.

And then the first group of people she had come across had promptly run screaming.

What Mandarin she's picked up on both her jobs is no help, since no one gives her time to speak before they attack, and like hell she's just going to stand there and let herself be stabbed.

Which has only led to this. Staring at a drawing of a snarling face under the hooded visor of her costume.

She groans and pinches the bridge of her nose to stave off a headache, then considers her options.

She's been (guiltily) stealing food in her small form already... maybe if she could nick some clothing, it would be easier to hide...

The only problem being that she would also need to steal a basin so she could particle-treat them to change size with her (no naked escapes, thank you very much), and that would be noticeable.

She's still deciding what to do when two young men, a grouchy looking one Steve's size in greens and greys and the other more placid one in the white and blue of the last group to try and kill her, enter the inn through the doorframe she's currently hiding on.

And they have swords like that last group.

Shit.

Time to go.

She slips out of a gap between boards and heads for the edge of town, but only a little ways away from the inn, she starts feeling inexplicably exhausted.

Maybe the sleep deprivation is catching up to her. Holes in trees and cracks in walls aren't exactly comfortable.

Without meaning to, her flight path starts drifting lower as the sleepiness gets worse.

-and then she's startled back to fully awake when she's snared right out of the air by a net with glowing threads.

"Fu-" <<Hey! Let me out!>>

The kid holding the net looks a year or two younger than Nadia and Ying, and... oh, damn, he's wearing the same colors as tall, dark, and grumpy back at the inn. That can't be a coincidence.

<<You don't look all that scary for a monster,>> he says, tilting his head.

Oh, thank God. Finally, someone who talks first instead of going right for stabby things.

<<That's because I'm not a monster,>> she replies, retracting her visor into her hood and yanking it back to uncover her hair, ears, and face.

<<But you are magical?>>

She briefly debates how much she should explain, then settles on keeping it simple. <<I was a science experiment.>>

That seems to be good enough, as the boy puts the net down on a table that passers-by are unlikely to notice, letting her start untangling herself.

He sits down and rests his chin on his fists with a grin she knows all too well promises mischief. <<So does that mean you don't want to use your giant size to crush thousands of innocents into soup?>>

<<Alright, one: That's morbid. And gross... Are people really saying that?>>

<<Among other horrors.>>

She groans. <<Great. No. Literally the only two things I want right now are a bath and some sleep.>>

Before he can answer, there's a commanding bark of "Huaisang!" from the street, and the kid winces.

<<Friend of yours?>>

<<My older brother,>> he replies, then scratches his cheek in thought. <<Can you hide in my sleeve?>

<<Your collar would be easier on both of us,>> Jan says. She's still wary, but seeing as he seems willing to risk trusting her, she'll go along.

She flutters up to settle between the third and fourth layers, hiding under his hair and tucking her wings in to curl herself up small.

<<All set?>>

She hopes she's not making a huge mistake. <<Let's go.>>

#mdzs #marvel #nie huaisang #janet van dyne #the wasp #fanfic #long post

[valkyrieandstrangeridingaragorn]

If the creative team for the Loki show had really wanted to do something bold, unusual and out of the box, they could’ve just made Loki the protagonist. I mean, the real protagonist. They could’ve allowed Loki’s thoughts, his feelings and his perspective to finally come to the forefront and finally be treated as important and to finally matter. They could’ve made the show sympathetic towards him. They could’ve delved in so deep, explored so many things. But they couldn’t even do that. Because they didn’t want to.

It makes sense if you think about it. Did we honestly think that they would devote a whole series to the one character that they enjoy killing over and over and over? The one character that writers and directors alike have openly admitted to resenting and hating? The one character that you’re supposed to “love to hate and hate to love” because either way hate MUST be a part of that equation because those are the only 2 appropriate, acceptable, normal and sane choices you’re given as to how to feel about him? I don’t know why we expected anything else.

I just keep thinking about something someone said, and I can’t remember who it was. But they said that this show is “a love letter to Loki fans” and I just can’t get over that. Are they f**** serious?? They spend the entirety of 6 episodes going out of their way to show us what a spoiled, weak, whiny, incompetent, pathetic, narcissistic piece of shit he is who couldn’t lie, manipulate, silvertongue, trick, magic or mischief his way out of a paper bag with a hole in the bottom. Whose family gave him sO MucH LoVe and it just wasn’t enough for him because he’s such a greedy, selfish power-hungry evil rotten no-good bad seed. This show actually had me wondering what I ever saw in him. Wondering if he really was nothing but a stabby McBackstabber all this time and I was just blind to it somehow. Was he really always this empty, this shallow and I just never saw it?

I feel you honey and understand your frustration, I think we all share it. I wondered the same thing myself at the end of the series, especially because everywhere I looked people seemed to love it, love him, and it was so confusing. Up until I came here last year I had a phase where I stopped liking him altogether and it took some time, and seeing the many wonderful takes in this site, to feel my brain start functioning again and going back to him. I gotta admit though it's not the same anymore with him, I still like him but... it's not the same.

The series is not a love letter to his fans, it's a love letter to his haters, the fans who never made the effort to understand him or see anything in him besides "evil guy who wants a throne". Marvel stripped him of his complexity and turned him into the most palatable character they could think of and of course they gave the haters what they wanted: he's evil, he wants the throne, people treat him like crap, plus a bunch of time travel bullshit and alternate timelines to make it seem like the series has a plot.

I suppose you're right and we should have expected them to do this but you know what they say about hope, it's the last thing you lose... 🤦

[miniz00]

who are some of your favorite ocs and why

Oh boy, let's see...

(in no specific order)

Rachel - She's fun as hell, chaotic and badass. She'll pull up to a wedding in a tank and full tactical gear and people will just be like "yeah, that's just Rachel"

Nova - Big goth gf is also fun. Thinking up creative insults for common use and getting to reveal her... '''soft''' side when it's time

South - Chaos Incarnate.

Tamara - Not at all right in the head, and it's fun to explore that side of things, especially considering that Psychology is my main interest right now and all my other characters are mentally stable (for the most part)

West - The shy, anxious giant <3

Nanami - The Flirtatious Bastard. I love coming up with the corniest lines ever for her to make everybody within a 50 mile radius groan audibly.

Zoe - Creepy stabby woman. Cool motive, still murder.

Dr.Asuka Tamiko - Creepy stabby woman, but doctor. Cool motive, still murder.

Tequila - The trickster zombie. Always fun making mischief with her.

#anon ask #my ocs

[aceslorediary]

what has happened with c!ace? (may 5th - present)

-may 5th 2022, little Azalka is born! she's a person of colour with light gray eyes, purple-pink-orange ombre hair, and cool lil black wings! she grew up very fast (as expected), stopping at about the height of a ten-year-old girl within a couple months. she's learned to do simple magic such as freezing her wings to make them look fake. she's also discovered that she cannot touch water, as she gets burned by it. the burns go away within a day or two depending on the severity. Lilac has an odd reaction to Ace's name choice, and reveals that her new job is at a kingdom far off from the village called Kavra's Kingdom. the Queen has a baby daughter named Alaska! Azalka has a little hidden bedroom off the side of the storage room, accessible by going beneath a light in the floor. it's painted to look like an outdoor scene, with a green floor and blue walls with clouds, as well as the potted plants on the floor. there are also posters on the wall: one about flying, one about potential, and one about Ace and Azalka going home.

-month of june, Ace and Lilac decide to teach Azalka about pride month by making some paper crafts of flags and their meanings. they end up having the decorations displayed in Stonecall High's hallway. Sandy makes a big deal out of it in front of a crowd (as well as a few other students). the others are suspended, but it turns out that Sandy had quite the track record of punishments, causing her to be expelled from the school. Sandy and her parents move away before the end of the school year, as there are no other highschools in the area for her to go to.

-over time (and already beforehand), the ice phoenix begin to lose touch with each other, as well as Ace with Super and Mischief. nobody really sends each other messages often anymore, and Amber stopped responding to messages completely, which was a little bit concerning to everyone, including Ace.

~~~future events~~~

-in september, Ace and Lilac continue going to Stonecall High as normal. Azalka, despite how old she looks and acts, can't attend a proper school in that age group due to her lack of education. she starts going to a daycare called Little Dreamies Daycare a few blocks away from home, freezing her wings for the whole day and refusing to swim during swimming time. LDD is styled like a school so she's still getting the credit of "past education", but since the children there are much younger, everything is a bit too easy for her (she learns quite a bit from Ace, Lilac, and Tammy). she spends most of her time writing or reading stories.

-the nether portal, set up in the storage room in the basement, is constantly being tested to see if it will light.

~~trigger warning, overnight stabby wabby murder happens

-things go on like this until november 23 when something devastating happens. the person who went after Ace in march (and caused Azalka's, you know, existence) comes back for them overnight between the 22nd and 23rd. he searches the entire house looking for what is technically his child. he knows she is alive, he just doesn't know where. luckily, it is too dark for him to see the nether portal in the storage room, and he's unable to find the entrance to Azalka's room. instead, he decides that if he can't have Azalka, Azalka can't have Ace. he goes out of his way to murder Ace in their sleep that night, silently and swiftly. Lilac wakes up directly beside a dead body on the morning of the 23rd. it doesn't appear human, instead looking more like Ace's form in Flamespire, only with the colours more faded. a broken, gray halo lays flat beside their head. despite it being early in the morning, Lilac immediately runs to wake up her mother Tammy to inform her. the two decide not to wake up Azalka early to tell her, and that Lilac and Azalka will stay home from school that day. while they wait for it to be later in the morning, Tammy and Lilac go to the bedroom to try and figure out what could have happened. it's not too hard for them, since there's an obvious hole in Ace's back. they also find a note that reads "she didn't give me what i wanted. i'm just balancing it out." Azalka wakes up and eats breakfast wondering why Lilac is home and Ace is not. when she hears what happened, she runs off to her room in tears, locking it and refusing to let anyone in. after a good few hours, she decides to test the portal, just to see what happens.

and the portal works.

Azalka, despite her devastation knowing that she has to go home without her Acey (the name she took to calling her parent), she rushes upstairs to tell the other two. after the rough morning it had been, they were all glad to find light in the fact that things were moving forward for Azalka. she doesn't want to see Ace's body, so Lilac covers it under the blankets before Azalka rushes in to grab two items: Ace's phone, to inform the ice phoenix about Ace's death and to keep in contact with Lilac and Tammy, and their diary, so they can read about Ace's past adventures in Flamespire. after a great long group hug, Azalka disappears through the glowing purple aura of the portal.

~~~~notes~~~~

fun fact, this portal doesn't lead to Flamespire anymore. Azalka's heading off on her own new adventure. while she'll be in the Minecraft universe, she'll be meeting new people, and you won't actually hear about her much anymore. she's gonna be written in stories on my phone, for me to share with my friends only.

as for me? well, i've got my own adventures and characters in the making right now. a splatoon 3 octoling oc named Octave, a girl named Try who loves mushrooms and mycelium, and a new character with the ice phoenix group (who i'll either call The Shadow Wolf or Shadow's Ice Flower from now on)! they'll be in the Ultimate Survival World, which we have nicknamed Alternate, living in either the taiga biome or the deep dark i haven't decided yet. the taiga character will be living in the illager village with a high level of respect, and the deep dark character will be living in the ancient city in the Interbiome Mining Network on the middle level. i'll figure out more about that when the lore videos come out for those biomes!

~.....~

November 23, 2022 I’m within, without and withholding Hoping that you see these words In again, I’ve forgotten Something could change my world Tell me, What it’s like to be way up in the stars above, Or tell me, Are you closer than I know for the ones you love? ‘Cause the time we spent, I was with you then, And I miss you now Looking at the world it’s turning and drifting without you Tell me if the sky is burning ‘cause I can’t see the blue In again, I’ve forgotten Someone could change my world Tell me, What it’s like to be way up in the stars above, Or tell me, Are you closer than I know for the ones you love? ‘Cause the time we spent, I was with you then, And I miss you now Tell me what it’s like, Tell me are you close? Tell me what it’s like, Tell me are you close? Tell me, can you hear? Listen to those tears Tell me "it’s not real!” Tell me, are you near? Tell me, Can you see us from your throne in the stars above? But tell me, Do you hear us when we speak the voices of— the time we spent, I was with you then, And I miss you now ~Azalka Angel (Song: Miss You Now by DHeusta. I know it's a Techno tribute, I just felt it worked in this context for my character.)

[encantickling]

Tickle Headcanons - Madrigal Cousins

Isabela

I know it's a popular headcanon that she's either insanely ticklish or not that ticklish but honestly I'd say she's moderately ticklish. About average.

Isabela's worst spot is definitely her ribs - there's something about them that just drive her insane idk. Other spots include her thighs, feet and her hands.

In my head I definitely think Isabela prefers to ler than lee - she much prefers the act of tickling to being tickled. Although when she was playing abuela's pretty princess she would have to drag her victim into her bedroom before she could attack them - otherwise she'd be scolded for engaging in such 'childish behaviour'.

That being said, she is absolutely the meanest ler in Casita and all should fear the flower girls wrath.

This woman can control vines and you really think she won't use that power for evil? Fools.

The only people she'll actually let tickle her are her Mami and Papi. Luisa and Mirabel occasionally get a pass but only if they're in the safety of her bedroom.

Isabela's laugh is not what you'd expect. When playing senorita perfect she had this perfect quiet giggle she'd put on, but she straight up cackles and it's completely unexpected.

She doesn't hide her cackle anymore post-film and it soon becomes one of her distinguishing traits.

Has perfected her nails to be the optimal tickling tool. Also they're stabby for when she needs to fight Camilo for the last arepa. But they're still perfect for tickles.

She will show her nails off when threatening someone with tickles just bc she knows the power they hold.

Dolores

Surprisingly not that ticklish. People would expect her to be for some reason, but she finds it funny when people try to sneak attack her and it doesn't work.

Her worst spot is actually her ears. They're not just sensitive to sound - they're incredibly sensitive to even the lightest sensation. Blowing on them makes her squeal loud enough to make herself cringe.

Dolores is also one mean ler, although that's mainly because she managed to acquire two very mischievous younger brothers. She doesn't ler very often though - unfortunately the laughter can hurt her ears.

That doesn't mean she won't tickle her two brothers to tears whenever they try to prank her though. Ear plugs were invented for a reason.

Especially Camilo. Antonio is very small and very precious - Camilo is just a little shit.

Speaking of Camilo - she will absolutely rat him out whenever he does something tickle worthy. Even though she can't listen to it, she has a sixth sense for when he's getting up to mischief worth a playful punishment.

Giggles for days. When you do catch her in a sensitive spot and it's not a major overload she just has these very quiet bubbly giggles. Mariano will become well acquainted with them as they start dating.

She often has to be the one to inform the family that a few people might be late due to an impromptu tickle fight. She really doesn't mind.

She is also responsible for ratting out anyone who's in a lee mood. She just knows. Lees beware - she's ratting you out to any ler nearby.

She may be cute but she's the devil. Don't trust her. At all.

Luisa

Not ticklish at all. Clearly Isabela and Mirabel split the ticklish spots she should have gotten bc this hot buff lady feels NOTHING.

And as such, Luisa is an absolutely overpowered ler.

Despite having the ability to wreck her lees to tears and back, Luisa actually prefers softer, gentler tickles. She's very tender, likes to cradle her lees like babies in one big arm as she tickles their torso.

Despite popular belief, Camilo is one of her favourite lees. He will climb her like a tree and she'll just drag him down for some soft tickles and cuddle time.

She will definitely take her sisters down a notch though, and she likes to attack all of her cousins. She doesn't really tickle the adults though - too much respect for authority. She'll restrain if asked - she's always a willing accomplice.

It's 50/50 whether she'll protect a fleeing Lee or betray them - she likes to keep them on their toes lmao.

Despite not being ticklish, Luisa will laugh at her lees. It's not a cackle like Isabela though - she has this very warm, soothing chuckle. It doesn't feel like she's laughing at you maliciously, it feels like she's laughing fondly.

She is just so soft and gentle in general, be still my beating heart. She treats all her lees like they're made out of delicate glass and cradles them so gently in her arms it's honestly precious. Also unrelated to tickling but she is absolutely a cuddlebug. You hug her she ain't letting go until she's satisfied. You are stuck.

Not that anyone's actually complaining. Luisa cuddles are a hot commodity. Everyone wants Luisa time.

Luisa will not let her lees go until she's certain they're 100% recovered. This girl will carry you around and fetch you water, snacks, heck she'll even wrap you up in a blanket and let you nap if you want. She loves being able to provide - thats the whole reason she likes being a ler.

Camilo

Holy God all of the nerves Dolores should have received went to Camilo. Easily the most ticklish out of the cousins, no doubt.

Most ticklish on his tummy, but this poor guy is basically a walking tickle spot. He definitely got bullied as a kid lmao.

Camilo is the definition of a lee. He can't say the word tickle, blushes when it's mentioned, doesn't fight back but gets shy when he's called out on it...

You've got to think as well for 10 years he was the only boy. Easy target. Man was basically destined to be a lee.

He's also a colossal brat - yes he can be incredibly sweet at times and knows when to tone it down but he plays so many practical jokes and stuff that it's easy to find a reason to wreck him.

He's got a very cute laugh as well which only makes it more fun - it's full of squeaks and squeals. And he always gets hiccups afterwards - every single time.

He doesn't change into a different person every time he hiccups - it's worse in his opinion because it changes his nose. One hiccup he'll have his own, then he'll hiccup and his nose will go from Bruno's to abuela's to Felix's to Isabelas. Just his nose.

If he's hiccuping you know he's just gotten the tickling of his life - he literally never hiccups otherwise. So he just gets poked and prodded and he whines before hiccuping again. It's hard not to laugh when watching his nose cycle through 9 different sizes and shapes.

His favourite lers are Luisa and Pepa and Felix. I don't think his parents surprise anyone lol, they're just so playful and bright and just fun. However he also really likes Luisa because it's a way for him to relax and just vibe. He's not screaming with laughter nor is he being physically restrained beyond lifted - it's just soft pleasant giggly cuddles tbh. It's a nice break from the chaos of the day.

Sometimes a guy just needs to be babied and Luisa is all too happy to do that for Camilo. What can he say? (She also gives him head pats and Camilo is a weak man.)

Mirabel

Also moderately ticklish, Luisa was clearly just a fluke. Interesting to note that where Mirabel is ticklish, Isabela is not, and where Isabela is ticklish, Mirabel is not.

Definitely has a ticklish tummy, but the backs of her knees are her worst spot. She also has a very sensitive neck, and her bob doesn't help matters.

Hands down Mirabel is a switch. Mirabel will attack anyone and everyone, but is also not opposed to being attacked.

Mirabel is incredibly observant - she will note down all your weak spots. She has a notebook of all of her cousins and sisters ticklish areas. It's like science.

Everyone fears Mirabel when she gets into a ler mood. Everyone.

She once chased Camilo around the house for 30 minutes before Luisa got tired and tripped him up for her. Woman has no mercy in her body.

Has no problem asking for tickles when she wants them. Her papi and Luisa are her favourite lers because it's just so soft and nice. I can't headcanon Agustin as malicious tickler at all lmao.

Julieta is her second favourite only because her nails make everything ten times worse lmao. She's very similar to Agustin and Luisa but the nails.

God this girl is a demon for teases holy hell. She knows just what to say to get her lees whining and squealing and its honestly frightening.

What do you mean she doesn't have a power? This girl is tickle monster incarnate.

No major headcanons for Antonio bc the kid is 5 years old and I don't interact with kids enough to know how they would act (and even though I'm strictly sfw it makes me feel weird to make headcanons for people under 14/15)

#isabela madrigal #isabela encanto #dolores madrigal #dolores encanto #luisa madrigal #luisa encanto #camilo madrigal #camilo encanto #mirabel madrigal #mirabel encanto #lee!isabela #ler!isabela #lee!dolores #ler!dolores #ler!luisa #lee!camilo #lee!mirabel #ler!mirabel #encanto tickling #encanto tickles #tickling headcanons #tickling #ler!pepa #ler!felix #ler!agustin #mentioned antonio #ler!julieta #mentioned abuela #madrigal cousins #madrigal family

[fandom-crazy-lunatic]

Swimming lessons

Summary: when Stark decides to drag the avengers (including Loki) along to a pool party, a rather embarrassing secret is revealed. Loki can’t swim.

Pairing(s): Loki x Reader

Warning(s): uhh not being able to swim (does that count?), fluff, some steamy-ish elements

Characters: Loki, y/n and the avengers

‘Tony, is this really a good idea?’ you grumbled, as he took off his shirt and pants to reveal a pair of fiery-patterned swimming trunks.

‘Is anything I do a good idea? No, but it’s fun,’ Tony replied with a smirk. ‘Now outta those clothes and into the pool, I didn’t buy it for you all to stand on the edge.’ As if to emphasise his point, he ran up to the deep end and dove in, quickly resurfacing.

You shook your head, but before long you and the others were in the water, and having a pretty good time doing it. The only one who wasn't swimming was Loki, who sat on a bench by the side, looking immensely bored. Stark insisted on him coming along, and he couldn't exactly say no, or he'd lose the relative freedom he had from being with the Avengers.

As you swam up and down, occasionally diving under to grab someone's leg or splash their face, you couldn’t help but feel as if you were being watched, but every time you looked back at Loki, he averted his gaze. Typical.

Thor was probably enjoying all of this the most. So much, in fact, that he felt the need to call out, ‘Loki! Why don’t you join us for once?’

Loki glared. ‘And why would I feel the need to do that?’

‘Because it’s fun.’

‘Fun.’ He repeated. ‘Splashing around in chlorinated water is fun, is it?’

‘Yeah, it is, come on in, stabby,’ Natasha teased.

‘Stabby?’

‘Sounds kinda cute,’ you chimed in.

Loki was about to have a full on outraged monologue, but before he could, Thor promptly pulled himself out of the water, lifted Loki up, and tossed him into the deep end.

Tony and Nat burst out laughing. You, however, didn’t, as you saw Loki flailing about under the water. You paused for a second, expecting him to surface, but it seemed pretty clear that that wasn’t about to happen, at least not by itself.

Everyone froze in shock. Loki, god of mischief, the man who nearly took over New York, couldn’t swim?

He looked completely helpless, trapped under the water. You were always the empathetic one. Nobody seemed to be moving to help him, even when you gave them all your best death stare.

You took a deep breath, and swam towards him, pure determination egging you on. You’d always been a strong swimmer, and now was your chance to prove it.

Your arms wrapped around his torso, and you desperately kicked your legs, the water bearing his weight. Spluttering, he clambered out once you had reached the surface, his hair and clothing soaked. You climbed out after him.

‘Well that was...’ Steve started.

‘Something,’ Clint finished. 

You ushered Loki into the changing rooms before he could murder everybody within a five mile radius. You were lucky that he tolerated you— in fact you were the only one that he tolerated— or he might have done something pretty drastic in his humiliation.

‘Thor.. that oaf, what the HEL did he think he was doing? I’ll kill him one of these days..’ he muttered angrily to himself as he paced up and down. You silently prayed that nobody would burst in on you two. He was annoyed enough.

‘Hey,’ you said, in the most soothing voice you could muster. ‘It’s okay.. it’s really not a big—’

‘I was just publicly thrown into a body of water, and my incompetence in that area was on display for EVERYONE to see. Don’t you even try and downplay it.’

‘I’m just saying... we all have stuff we’re bad at.’

Loki had now sat himself on the bench and was staring at one particular floor tile with enough anger to melt an iceberg.

A pause.

‘Do you have spare clothes?’ you asked, rubbing the back of your neck awkwardly.

‘No,’ he clipped.

‘I’d offer mine, but I doubt they’d fit,’ you laughed weakly.

‘Do I look amused?’

You decided it was best to shut up at that point.

***

Three days later, Thor burst into your bedroom.

‘Woah, have you heard of knocking?’

‘Sorry, Y/N. Urgent matter. Have you seen my brother?’

‘Loki? Is he lost?’

‘Apparently so.’

You leap off of your bed, pushing past Thor.

You searched for three hours, shaking and prodding every inanimate object you could find before an idea struck. A very, very, stupid idea, but still possible.

The front glass doors barely had time to open before you were through, and outside.

A mile of running, maybe two, before you were there: the swimming pool you had been to the day before. Your suspicions were confirmed once you burst in.

The sight would have been hilarious if you hadn’t been so worried. Loki, holding on desperately to the side of the pool, looking like a small, trapped animal, kicking his legs with so much force that the floor was flooded.

He was trying to teach himself to swim. It was almost adorable. You’d never thought him to be the type to do that, though. You’d pegged him as the type to run away from his problems and never actually get them fixed.

The moment he noticed you he pulled himself out, glaring, the same angrily humiliated face that he’d worn yesterday.

‘Loki! You idiot, everyone’s looking for you.’ You said, trying not to notice the fact that he was only in his underwear, his soaked dark hair hanging loosely around his angular face, the water making all the lean muscles on his torso shine. You stopped yourself from looking further down.

‘And?’

‘They’re worried.’

‘Not about me.’

‘I was.’

He glanced up at you. You couldn’t quite read his expression.

You were trying so hard to look him in the eyes. ‘Are... are you going to come back?’

‘Not until I want to.’ All his answers were short, impatient. Angry.

Then you did something completely impulsive. You threw your shirt over your head and kicked your jeans down, leaving you in your underwear. Loki looked you up and down, and you went to cover yourself with your arms.

Sliding into the water, you gave him the kindest smile you could muster, swimming towards his side and grabbing his calves. You were in an extremely awkward position, but you tried not to let it show on your face.

‘What do you think you’re doing?’

‘Swimming with you. Come in.’

‘Is this some sort of joke?’

‘Nope. I’m gonna show you how, right here. Just you and me. That’s better than everyone else watching, right? It’ll stop you from humiliating yourself again.’ You regretted saying that last sentence, and expected him to lash out at you, but instead he let you pull him in by his legs.

‘Oh, Norns,’ he muttered, reaching out to the nearest solid object. Which happened to be you.

‘It’s okay, I’m not going to let you drown.’

Your heart was pounding at about a thousand miles an hour. His fucking perfect body was nearly pressing up against you. It didn’t help one bit that neither of you were fully dressed. His breath cooled your skin as he grasped your shoulders for dear life, wide eyes staring up at you. You had to resist giving yourself a shake to stop this self-destructive chain of thought.

‘Right, now, hold on to the edge. Yeah, like that. First you need to learn how to kick your legs properly.’

***

He was a quick learner, you gave him that. Thank goodness for the water hiding most of his body from you or you would have never been able to concentrate. Before long he could propel himself from one side to the other. You gave him your biggest smile and tried to be encouraging, but he dismissed your efforts.

He clambered out, sitting himself on the edge. You went to sit next to him.

‘Well this was..’ you said, not quite sure how to finish your sentence.

‘Pleasant,’ he finished. 

‘I’m sorry? I thought–’

‘You thought wrong. Spending time with you was pleasant.’

You scoffed. ‘Yeah, right.’

‘I mean it. I’ve mentioned before that I found you tolerable, but now I’m willing to admit that I possibly may have some affection for you, mortal.’

You stared down at the water, too awkward to look him in the eyes.

You felt something cold on your hand. Loki’s. He lifted it up to his lips, giving you the softest kiss imaginable. ‘May we do this again sometime?’

‘I’d love to.’

He smiled, warm and sincere at first, morphing into a small smirk. ‘Oh and Y/N?’

You looked up at him.

‘Your clothes are completely soaked through.’

#mcu #loki odinson #loki #loki x reader #loki x y/n #loki fanfic #loki fluff #mcu fanfiction #mcu fanfic #fluff #avengers

[imagine-loki]

Of Numbers and Strange Friendships

TITLE: Of Numbers and Strange Friendships CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: 79/?

AUTHOR: nekoamamori ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine Loki being friends with Peter Parker RATING: T

NOTES/WARNINGS: None so far.  Also on AO3 here

“Not that I mind, but why exactly are you coming to school with me?” Peter asked the morning of the first day of classes.  Happy had picked him up and brought him to the tower so things could be explained to him before class and before Loki officially started school with him.  Loki would be in all of Peter’s classes.  It hadn’t been hard to prove he had the academic capability for them.  He was the Master Magician of Asgard after all. He could handle some high school classes. 

“Seven,” Loki grumbled.  He didn’t want to go to the school any more than any Midgardian teenager wanted to go to school on any given morning.  He was dressed in perfectly tailored jeans and a t-shirt with Norse runes on it.  He also wore a pair of black converse, as he’d acquired a love of the brand and the design.  

Cap cleared his throat to get the attention off of the stabby god.  “Loki is attending the school to protect you,” he explained to Peter.

Peter’s eyes went wide.  “To protect me?” He practically squeaked.  He started to splutter apologies and explanations and try to reassure everyone that he didn’t need protection.

Loki held up a hand and Peter’s diatribe stopped immediately.  The teen had learned to obey Loki’s unspoken commands without question.  Loki had been unheard and unlistened to his entire life.  When he requested that Peter listen, Peter understood and respected the request.  So Peter went silent and gave Loki his full attention.  “Yes, you need protection, Arachnid.  And I’m the one in the best position to be able to give you that protection. The world does not know that you are Spiderman,” which was frankly a miracle since Loki and Peter were so close and Spiderman and Loki were also seemingly so close.  People were dumb not to have put it together already, especially with Loki calling both of them ‘arachnid’.  Loki chalked it up to the general populace being filled with morons, Jarvis intervening, and people automatically assuming that Spiderman was in fact an adult.  “If you lose control of your magic, the mortals are going to realize something is different about you and start asking questions.  There is also the fact that you are in the spotlight after the attack on Stark Industries.   The world knows now the extent to which you are important to myself and Stark.” And the team knew that Peter couldn’t protect himself without betraying his identity.  

Loki watched Peter as the teen tried to figure out how to protest, but there was nothing he could say, no argument he could give.  Loki spoke the truth.  Peter wouldn’t risk his secret identity and had a target on his back.  He finally sighed. “There’s no arguing, is there?” He clearly felt bad that Loki had to come with him to school.  

He hadn’t even seemed to realize yet that he would have to babysit the god just as much as Loki was watching over him.  

Loki shook his head with a smirk that finally seemed to shock Peter into realizing just who was accompanying him to school.  “No, there is not, Arachnid,” he said with a Cheshire Cat grin.  

And that was the moment that Peter knew that having a bored god of mischief in a high school was more trouble than he’d bargained for. 

#Loki #God of Mischief #Submitted fic #of numbers and strange friendships #chapter 79 #nekoamamori

[cianmars]

They were roommates... (A Lokius Fic)

So I made this a lil while ago, it gets updated every few days

Loki has to stay somewhere in the TVA and if he was working for them then its a little mean to leave him in a cell... or at least that was Mobius' argument, so he took one for the team and has Loki move in with him... A purely selfless act....

AKA Loki learns to be a good person, an okay roomie, and a not so good at being a menace to society (unless society bugs him)

AO3

Loki hadn’t recovered from seeing the projection of his mother being murdered in front of his eyes, because of him, for very obvious reasons…. But he had started to come to terms with it, with everything.

That of course didn’t mean that he wasn’t looking for a way, any way, out; but it did mean that he had agreed to work with the TVA, well not with them, but with Mobius, even if the man (was he a man? Man was just short for human, was he human?) was infuriating, in every Gods damned way.

A whistle and a tilt of the agent’s head was what woke Loki from where he was dozing at the same table he had been sitting at since he had brought in, some unspecified time ago, Loki had opened his mouth to tell him that Gods did not appreciated being whistled at like a dog but Mobius was already off, walking out of the room.

Gods did not chase after anyone, let alone men who were holding him prisoner, Gods did not chase…

“Gods don’t chase,” he told the man, practically bouncing as he caught up to the fast walking man (seriously how did he walk so fast?), his head following everyone who passed them as they walked by, and trying to see what propaganda they had tacked to their modern walls.

“And yet, here you are,” Mobius replied in that calm yet amused tone he always used for Loki.

Loki glared, but Mobius wasn’t looking at him so he rushed past him, turning back to face the man walking backwards without breaking pace, trying to focus on him not on everything they were passing, he hadn’t been this way before, had they? A hundred questions bounced around his mind, most of them were ‘why the fuck is a talking duck being led by four armed guards?’ and ‘can I go talk to the duck?’.

A hand on his upper arm stopped all the thoughts in his head and he had to stop himself from coming to a full stop, or tripping, that would be embarrassing.

“Careful, Loki, you’re gonna bump into someone,” Mobius slowed his pace as he pulled Loki to walk at his side, “You can keep bouncing around like Tigger from beside me.”

Loki was not blushing; not at how flustered the touch made him, not at the mixed soft and amused tone which Loki swore was just for him (he wasn’t possessive he was just right), not from the chastisement, no he was not blushing, the TVA clearly just had a heating issue which seemed to be largely affecting just his cheeks, they couldn’t even heat a building correctly. Typical.

Loki cleared his throat, unrelated to his blushing, “Casey doesn’t know what a fish is but you know what that hyperactive big cat is?”

“Like I said Loki, you’re a pussycat.”

“Remind me to introduce you to a real hungry tiger one time,” Loki muttered, cheeks still pink, he kept an eye onto the admittedly comfortable slip on canvas shoes as they slapped against the floor.

“What was that, darling?”

This bastard was doing this on purpose, he had to be… unless he wasn’t, then he’d have to explain why in general people who were practically strangers didn’t call each other ‘darling’, but that did come with the increased risk of him either never calling him it again… or calling him it again, and they’d both know it was on purpose. He’s a bastard. Loki plastered a cheery smile onto his face, looking up at Mobius with a look of innocence they both knew was fake, “Nothing!” his smile turned genuine hearing Mobius laugh.

They were in a golden doored elevator when Loki found his voice again, “Where are we going?”

“I seem to remember some God of comedy telling me that he didn’t talk much…”

“It’s the god of mischief, or tricks, not comedy,” Loki cut in, narrowing his eyes when he saw a barely concealed smirk on his face, “But of course, you knew that as you know ‘everything’ about me. Where are we going?”

“Why don’t you tell me?”

“How can I tell you if I don't know?”

“You’re pretty,” Mobius leant forward past Loki and pressed his hand to the black screen on the elevator pad, pausing his speech for a second too long as he did so, “smart, why don’t you try to figure it out?”

Loki was frozen as Mobius’s arm brushed against his own as he leant back and stood beside Loki, he could smell the sandalwood from his aftershave as he moved. “You’ve found The Variant, the less amazing, less talented version of me?”

“The Variant is pretty talented too, Loki.”

“Not as talented as me,” Loki pouted, not pouted, Gods did not pout (as his father so often talk him), but his lips were pressed together and slightly stuck out. This was just ridiculous, he wasn’t pouting and he wasn’t jealous, because what would he even be jealous of? Some less awesome version of himself gaining Mobius’ praises?

“Agreed.”

Loki’s head snapped to the man who was studying his watch intently, a little too intently, if Loki wasn’t imagining it.

Mobius cleared his throat, looking back up at Loki, a mild smile on his face, “We haven’t found The Variant, yet. Any more guesses?”

Loki let out a frustrated noise, “This isn’t fair, you have more information where we’re going, I haven’t been given any clues!”

“Take a breath.” Mobius told him with an amused smile and a glint in his eyes, “Why’s it so hard for you to say I don’t know?”

“I don’t know.”

“Nice, very funny,”

Coming from anyone else it would have annoyed Loki, but it sounded both fond and amused from Mobius, he needed to get out of the TVA it was making him… he didn’t know, but it wasn’t what he was used to, and that made him nervous, which typically made him feel stabby.  “So you’re not going to tell me? It’s taking forever, for a place which dictates how everyone else should spend their time you’d think that you would actually develop a elevator which doesn’t waste all of your time.”

“Time works differently here in the TVA, Loki, I’ve already told you; anyway no need to whine, we’re here now.” The elevator stopped and the doors opened and Mobius strode out and headed left.

“I wasn’t whining,” Loki whined to the empty elevator, before bounding after him.

“What’s this?” Loki bounced on the balls of his feet as Mobius stood in front of a door, as it scanned him.

“Do you ever stand still?”

Loki thought for a second, he shook his head, then ran his hand through his hair to place it back into its original place, “Most people ask me if I ever shut up.”

Mobius looked away from the door to Loki with that ever present smile, “I already know the answer to that one,” he winked then pushed the door open and walked inside.

Loki took a few more seconds to follow him than he perhaps would have had Mobius not winked at him.

When he finally did walk in he was met with… an apartment, fairly lifeless, the style of the rest of the TVA continued inside of the place, a small kitchen, a living area with a screen which looked like a television but he dare not ask in case that bloody cartoon clock began to play, there were a couple of doors leading off to one side and a couple more leading off on the other side.

“I don’t understand.”

“What don’t you understand?”

“Don’t use that patronising tone on me, I'm not a child.”

Mobius sighed, “I wasn’t using a patronising tone on you, Loki, I was asking you what you don’t understand, which is okay.”

Loki gritted his teeth and began to move around the room, strolling to the kitchen, he wasn’t sure if it was to stop himself from snapping again, or, gods forbid, from apologising. “So?” He turned back to see Mobius watching him with his hands tucked into his pockets.

“So…? Use your words, Loki.”

Loki could see the glint in his eyes across the room, that time he had meant to “What’s the test? Has the variant been here? Or is there some sort of set of clues? Or…, I swear if there’s a training video or propaganda video I shall launch myself out of the windows.”

“Nah, we’ll start on the training and propaganda in a day or two, not right this second, and those aren’t windows.”

Loki turned to look at the windows, “What are you talking about, of course it’s… oh simulated glass panes… I must have sustained a concussion from The Hulk, I’m never usually this slow.”

“Of course…” he said in a way which made it clear that he did not believe it, “We can get you checked out at the medbay tomorrow, if you like, being here might be affecting your healing capacity. This isn’t some form of test, it’s an apartment, my apartment.”

“It’s…” Loki looked around again with fresh eyes, it was still fairly lifeless, but there was a bright yellow mug on the draining board with that bloody clock on it, and a Coca Cola red pen on the table closest to him, a few certificates with ‘Mobius M. Mobius’ on all of them, along with some books which didn’t seem to be propaganda for the TVA… interesting… “It’s very…,” he tried to think of a compliment but gave up quickly, so instead gave a shrug, “it’s smaller than my childhood nursery was.”

Mobius gave a laugh, “I’m sure it is.”

“Well it’s very… it’s certainly an apartment… Why precisely are we here?”

“It was agreed by Judge Renslayer that if you would be working with us you deserved to be housed somewhere which isn’t a cell, of course you can’t go anywhere without me, and this apartment is fully secure.”

“You’re not worried that I’ll slit your sleep in your sleep?”

“It would mean I don’t have to get around to all of the paperwork on my desk.”

Loki frowned, why did this man never take his threats seriously? “If I’m staying here where will you be staying?”

“There’s two bedroom’s Loki, you’ll be staying in the guest bedroom.”

“A guest bedroom? Why do you have a guest bedroom? Are you allowed guests at the TVA headquarters? Do you have guests? Like your mother? Do you have a mother? Do all of the apartments have guest bedrooms? Are you agents allowed to get married and have kids? I don’t see why else you’d need two-.”

“Loki, can we stay on topic, please?”

“Sorry,” Loki swallowed, looking around once more, then back at Mobius, “I… I suppose it’s better than a cell.” The best thing about the cell had been Mobius’s visits, because Loki enjoyed annoying him, and nothing more.

“Marginally,” Mobius chuckled. “Is that a yes? Cause if not I should get you down to a proper cell before dinner time.”

“I… I suppose.”

“You don’t sound very enthusiastic, the cells really aren’t that bad, if you’d be more comfortable in your own space then I can take you there.”

Loki rolled his eyes, dropping into a rather uncomfortable armchair, he almost regretted his dramatics, almost . “I’m staying… But if you try to indoctrinate me into your cult with more of those videos I’ll skin you alive.”

“That’s the spirit.”

Loki was certain that he was going to kill either himself or Mobius by the end of the week.

#lokius #lokius fic #wowki #wowki fic #agent mobius #mobius m mobius #loki #loki laufeyson #loki disney+ #loki show #they were roommates fic #twr fic #twr

[lihikainanea]

Let’s say Tiger and Bill are in bed, about to get it on. She’s been having this bad pain/cramp in her side but she hasn’t told Bill bc she doesn’t want to worry him. He’s on top and as soon as he slips inside her, she lets out a cry in pain and taps at his chest, trying to get him off of her and poor Bill is so scared and concerned that he did something to cause her pain. How would that go?

yES PLEASE MAY I HAVE ANOTHER.

Let’s discuss how this would go.

Listen, sometimes PMS is just a bitch alright? I swear I hurt in all kinds of ways. Some months I can tell you exactly which ovary released the egg because my fucking ovary hurts. If I’m close to shark week and I haven’t drank enough water, my motherfucking kidneys hurt. Everything hurts. And maybe tiger is kind of prone to those annoying, stabby pains of a stitch in her side whenever shark week is imminent.

It’s been bugging her for a few days, every time she bends wrong or breathes a little too deep this cramp hits and it kinda makes her want to die. But like, also--Bill has been looking like a snacc all day and the hormonal side of her impending shark week is also starting to kick in. She’s been drooling over his oblivious ass all day, it’s one of those days where he just smells extra good, his eyes just have that extra twinkle of mischief. He’s wearing that pair of jeans that she loves, the stonewashed slightly darker denim that just hug his thighs so well. A casual white t-shirt, basic but crisply ironed with a slightly widened neck so she can see his delicious collarbones. His hair is floppy and free from any gel, he’s been puttering around the house fixing things, and tiger is just ready to throw him down right there in the hallway and have at it. But she’s also feeling a little small today, kind of a little subby, so instead she’s just ogling him from afar silently willing him to just take control and be all gentle but firm and insistent and take care of shit.

And Bill knows. Of course he knows. He knows and he’s doing exactly that. He’s touching her every chance he gets, brushing her hair behind her ear and cupping her face. Tiger is just resting her cheek against his palm, pushing further into it, and her small shaky sigh is not lost on him. She’s getting long, lingering kisses that are just so languid, not hurried, savouring the moment. She’s getting all-encompassing hugs, the kind that he leans down for and squeezes her in real tight so all she feels is warmth and safety. He’s murmuring soft things to her, calling her sweet girl, telling her how good she is for him--because he knows. He recognizes that wide-eyed look of hers, the way she’s biting her lip and looking up at him from beneath pinched, worried brows. His girl is so sweet like this, just looking for a calming and soothing presence.

And like, maybe Bill can’t even wait until that night. Tiger needs it, he knows she does, and goddamnit when she’s like this with him he can’t hold back even for a second. So maybe as she’s trying to get some work done--really she’s just kind of sitting at the kitchen table, staring at the keys and pouting--maybe Bill comes up behind her, leans with his hands on the table and nuzzles her ear.

“Come with me sweet girl,” he murmurs, and he does it with just the right hint of authority, the right soft undertone of an order, and tiger nearly takes his toes off with how fast she pushes her chair back.

And maybe he knows she’s probably not feeling great, she’s not small in a bad way but she just seems a little off and a little tender. She’s moving a bit gingerly, he think it’s probably just overall malaise and she hasn’t mentioned that it basically feels like she’s being fucking stabbed in her side at random. And she hasn’t mentioned it because she has a much bigger need, and it’s to feel the weight of her Big Dude pressing her into the mattress, feel his breath on her ear, feel that delicious stretch of him pushing into her. God she can’t scurry to the bedroom fast enough, and before he even says anything she’s trying to wriggle out of her shirt and she’s getting stuck and whining.

“Wait tiger,” he purrs, “Let me do it, sweet girl.”

She whines again but he tuts her softly, lifting her shirt up and then tugging her pants down. He playfully nips at the waistband of her panties, dragging them down with his teeth and she lets out a pitiful, needy whine that just goes right to his groin. He plants a wet, suckling kiss on her mound and she squeaks, but then he’s resting his weight on her and she just sighs into the mattress as he nips at her neck and pushes in. She’s so wet for him that maybe he didn’t take it as slow as he would have if she had mentioned she was a little bit in pain--but man, he learns the hard way because when he bottoms out a bit too hastily, tiger yelps and slams her legs shut when she feels that white hot pain in her side again, starts pushing at his chest while she whimpers.

“Whoa whoa whoa,” he tries to soothe, “Easy sweet girl.”

He’s concerned because man that’s not a sound he ever wants to hear again, but as he starts to pull out she whimpers and claws at him.

“Tiger, off?” he asks, but she shakes her head. “Still, then?”

She nods.

“Okay, let’s just stay still,” he says calmly, “Did I hurt you, kid?”

She shakes her head.

“Can you talk to me?” he says softly, “Tell me what’s wrong?”

“I don’t know,” she mumbles, “But something has been stabbing me all day.”

“Where?”

She grumbles a bit as he lifts his chest from hers, and she pokes at her side.

“Here,” she says.

It’s low on her side, near her belly button.

“Is it your period?” he asks, and she fusses with embarrassment but he taps her nose.

“Probably,” she grumbles.

“Do you want to stop?”

“No,” she says frantically, grabbing at him and he rests a bit more of his weight on her to calm her down.

“Okay, we won’t stop,” he soothes, and then he presses two fingers lightly into the spot, “Does this help?”

She sighs, pushes her back more into the mattress.

“Yes,” she says.

“Okay, let’s try this then,” he keeps two fingers pressed solidly into her side and slowly pushes back in. He can’t even stop the groan as he feels her clench around him. “Colour, kid?”

“Green,” she moans, “Harder, Bill.”

“Which one?” 

She taps her heel into his behind, clenching around him again and he understands.

“Good girl,” he purrs, dragging back and pushing into her again.

#bill skarsgard #bill skarsgard drabble #BFF!Bill #soft bill

[grimwritesslashers]

I like your writing and wanted to request Bubba Sawyer x sister reader headcanons for if the Sawyers found an abandoned child and decided to raise it. Thank you!

You were about four and walking down a street when they found you. You were alone in the sweltering Texas heat, so they decided to take you home. 

Too young to be eaten, but too old to be in a dumpster. Sorry.

Well, it was more like Nubbins was begging and, when yelling didn’t work, Drayton agreed to let them keep you. Needless to say, it took a while for Drayton to warm up to you, which kind of scared you, and it was hidden when he did.

You were quite quiet compared to everyone, only speaking when asked something and were quiet even then.

They treated you like a pet, until one day-

It had been a few months since you were ‘adopted’, and the newest victim had somehow done it. She escaped her binds, grabbed a weapon, and overpowered the others while they had no weapons. But she looked over you, deeming you as a victim as well. It was after she hurt Bubba when you snapped. You grabbed a hammer that was on the side of the table and threw it at her head. You had been pretty good at throwing from your practice with the twins and hit her square in the back of the head. She went down almost immediately, there was a pause before Chop Top and Nubbins started to cheer you on. You blushed, rubbed at your arms, and looked away. 

That was the moment you became part of the family.

You worked as bait. Sometimes with Nubbins, other times you worked alone and were only armed with a small pocket knife.

Inevitably you tried to start helping with the killing, but someone would usually get in the way before you could. You just had to get to the victim first, which, considering you were bait, was easy but good luck with dragging them back. 

Drayton was the first person to teach you how to shoot a gun, he did NOT trust the Chaotic Duo to be the ones to teach you. He also taught you how to cook and clean. He was the closest thing to a father figure that you ever had, but you actually viewed him as a brother.

Chop Top and Nubbins both loved you though and were the people to go to if you wanted to get up to some mischief.

Bubba on the other hand…

It had been a while since Bubba had seen a kid, and his experiences with them were not pleasant. He was shy and you were a bit afraid of the masked man, but he did inevitably ‘talk’ to you. 

You were alone in the house with Bubba when you awoke with a short scream and started crying. Usually, you wouldn’t make any noises after waking from a nightmare, afraid that Drayton would have the same reaction as your parents, but this one was particularly bad. Trying to stifle your sobs, you slapped a hand over your mouth, but it was too late; Bubba heard your scream. You heard loud footsteps rushing up the stairs, and you quickly covered yourself for protection. He bursted into the room, presumably holding his chainsaw, and you started to shake violently. After a moment, he touched your shoulder but quickly retracted it when you flinched. He let out a noise that sounded like a whine. It took a while for you to calm down, and when you peered up at him you noticed concern in his eyes. 

And that was the start of your odd friendship.

He was much nicer to you than Drayton, Chop Top, or Nubbins. But he also treated you like glass.

Delicate but also stabby.

You both ended up bonding over your love of animals. 

You two were inseparable.

He may not be the best with emotions and understanding people, but you can go to him for anything!

He liked it when you read or sung to him, especially when he was trying to sleep. 

When you were old enough, you begged to help him with his chores and wrangling up victims, and were finally given the all-clear. But that would lead to your downfall.

~TIME FOR ANGST~

You were sixteen when a victim had (once again) gotten free, but this time they didn’t look over you. Before anyone could react, they stabbed you. As soon as it happened you knew you wouldn’t be able to make it. 

Bubba let out a shout of rage and immediately tore through them with his chainsaw. 

He quickly dropped it though and joined his siblings on the floor. Drayton ordered him to put pressure on your wound while he went to go get bandages. Bubba obediently followed and let out some panicked babbles to you.

Everyone was panicking, but you had this calm look on you. You wiped some tears off of Bubba’s face and said finally-

“I’m sorry.”

And took your final breath.

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(Ey, first time writing slashers. Hope this works how I think it does, and I hope it was good enough. Thanks for the request and sorry it took a while.)

#bubba sawyer #nubbins sawyer #chop top sawyer #nubbins and chop top #drayton sawyer #texas chainsaw massacre #my writing

[infinitelytheheartexpands]

Thoughts on Un ballo in maschera (San Francisco, 2014)

As promised for the ever-lovely @monotonous-minutia.

Ballo is a weird opera for me: I love it (it's definitely in my top 3 or 4 favorite Verdis), and it was my absolute favorite opera for...actually about a year or so, and while it's no longer my absolute favorite, it's still very high up on the list. However, I have found that it is almost impossible to find a production (or for that matter a recording) that gets the opera completely right for me or is in any way definitive—but then again, this is an opera that is also pretty hard to badly screw up. In fact, I think I've only seen one production that's managed to badly screw it up, which was from Leipzig and which has possibly the single ugliest production aesthetic I have ever seen in an opera. But I digress.

This production isn't perfect or definitive, but it is a damn good show.

Before you ask: yes, this is set in Sweden (good) and yes, Anckarström does shoot Gustavo (even better) as Verdi, history, and the universe intended. None of this stabby-stabby kitchen knife nonsense.

My biggest complaint is honestly that I hope the San Francisco Opera has changed their prompter in the past six years because whoever was prompting apparently decided that it was necessary and good to practically yell a lot of the lines, most noticeably in Act III, Scene 1. It got really annoying really quickly.

Also I wasn't a huge fan of some of the sets, in particular the set that seemed to (with slightly different pieces) be both the first and the last set. The gallows set looked really cool but was not very well-lit, causing a whole lotta darkness instead of what it was supposed to look like:

which would've been way cooler. The study set was pretty nice, though.

This production was veritable costume porn and I loved it. I want Amelia's Act II outfit immediately. Also that ensemble Oscar wears to the ball.

The conducting by Nicola Luisotti was excellent overall; I loved how fast-moving it felt (because this is a fast-paced opera!) and how each scene felt like it went by in the blink of an eye. My only no is that I feel like the strings were slightly underbalanced overall (particularly in the last act), although I may be biased as a longtime string player.

The chorus and orchestra were both excellent. The smaller roles were all well-taken; Scott Conner (whom you, @monotonous-minutia, may recognize as Bernandino in the Amsterdam 2015 Benvenuto Cellini) and Christian van Horn were luxury casting as Those Two Counts Where No One Can Tell Which One Is Which. Great singing-acting duo.

Dolora Zajick absolutely BROUGHT IT as Ulrica, with all the ghostly creepiness, charismatic flair, and powerhouse singing one would expect of her in this role. I always love seeing her in Verdi. And her costume made her look freakin' cool.

As I posted earlier, OH MY GOD HEIDI STOBER IS CUTEST OSCAR. This Oscar is ALWAYS sassing people around and being funny and really running the behind-the-scenes; everyone both loves and fears him. He's always making mischief (in particular wreaking havoc upon the Chief Justice) and trying to have a little fun and hating it when people take his fancy hat and start throwing it around (as happened multiple times). And he's also so concerned about his King 24/7, even though he can get annoyed with him. (Gustavo pretends to have a heart attack when Ulrica gives the prophecy, and while he thinks it's funny, Oscar very much does not.) And at the ball, all the attenion ends up on him and the commedia dell'arte dancers. It's amazing. And don't even get me started on how talented of a singer Heidi Stober is.

You want photos? HERE IMMA SPAM WITH PHOTOS:

Thomas Hampson isn't my favorite singer in the role of Count Anckarström—his voice often comes across as a little dry for my taste here—but he does very well nonetheless, with a fantastic "Eri tu". Where he really shines, however, is in his acting and use of the text. You can hear the feeling behind every individual word and thought he sings, which I think is incredibly hard to do. He makes so much out of it all and milks every moment for its dramatic potential, which helps create this wonderful sense of character—you can really believe in him from start to finish, through all his moods and his descent into murderous jealousy and hatred, and his remorse at the end. And those costumes, and how stylish he looks in them? Perfection.

And I'm just gonna leave this photo here:

(his FACE. it's PRICELESS.)

Julianna di Giacomo is just *heart eyes*. She can sing and those high notes are going to be ringing in my ears for a while. Amelia is not an easy role in any way, shape, or form, but she made it sound so easy, especially those two (very difficult!) arias. I think she also did a great job at finding her personality and capturing not only her inner conflict but also her innate strength beneath any fears she may have; a moment that particularly stood out is that in the Lot-Drawing Scene, she stood her ground even after Anckarström told her to draw a name, and in fact, he eventually had to physically force her to draw by grabbing her arm and putting it in the urn because he could not otherwise force her to take part. Also, may I say she is very pretty.

Ramón Vargas is not a popular quantity on here, and sure, it's not a perfect voice, but I do hear plenty of real Italian sound in his voice, which more than compensates for the fact that's it's inherently somewhat too light for the part. Nevertheless, he acquits himself very well in this long and demanding role, and I particularly enjoyed listening to his take on the I Am Totally A Fisherman Song. Also, he's just such a naturally cheerful and sunny personality, which melds really well with the character; he is also very convincing in the more serious parts, especially because it feels that the whole time, he is acting out of love and a zest for life, which fits pretty much all the problems Gustavo has really well.

In short, a really wonderful take on a really wonderful opera.

#opera #opera tag #Un ballo in maschera #thoughts #A Masked Ball #San Francisco Opera #Verdi #Giuseppe Verdi #Ramón Vargas #Julianna di Giacomo #Thomas Hampson #Heidi Stober #Dolora Zajick #Scott Conner #Christian van Horn #Nicola Luisotti

[nonbinarylowkey]

Who’s the Fool

Summary: It's Loki's first April Fool's Day. You might end up regretting introducing him to the holiday.

Word Count: 2135

Pairing: Loki/Reader

Rating: G

So this is like two weeks late, but I wrote it so I wanted to post it. It’s also completely unedited because it’s midnight and I just want it to be done. So hopefully it’s good. Please read and give me validation.

Also posted on Ao3.

“Have you ever heard of April Fool’s day?”

“Fools have their own day on this planet?” Loki lowers his book just long enough to give you a look of disgust before reburying his nose in it with a scoff. “You Midgardians live such short lives and you choose to spend part of them celebrating fools. I will never understand humans.”

“It’s not a day celebrating fools, Loki. It’s a day dedicated to playing tricks on people. Turning them into fools,” You slouch in your seat so you can stretch your legs and playfully kick him, but you barely manage to do anything more than brush your toes against him. He grins and helpfully lifts one of his legs so that it’s within your foot’s reach. But when you go to kick him again, he moves his leg away faster than you can keep up with so you end up falling ass first onto the floor.

“Well now, that does sound interesting. Tell me more,” he says, laughing at you.

"Just for that, I don't think I will," you stick your tongue out at him, uncaring of how childish you might look. It's not exactly like he's the perfect mature adult either, after all.

"I'd rethink that attitude of yours, little mortal. I am the God of Mischief, after all. I may decide to use this little holiday as an excuse to make a fool of you ."

"Don't you 'little mortal' me, mister. You might live for thousands of years, but I know you're not actually immortal," you cross your arms over your chest with a huff. "Besides, you love me too much to prank me…. too much, at least."

You start to grin because who could argue with your obviously flawless logic until a shock hits your side, startling your smugness away. The shock wasn't painful, exactly, but it certainly wasn't pleasant.

"Alright, little human ," Loki says, voice low and dangerous. He leans forward in his seat, book forgotten about for now. "If you wish to challenge me, I have no choice but to accept."

"Actually, you could choose not to accept. I'm not forcing you to do anything," you suddenly feel a little nervous, what with his grin suddenly seeming a whole lot sharper and more dangerous.

"Where would the fun in that be?"

-

"Tell me about the Midgardian holiday April Fool's," Loki demands of Thor about an hour after his conversation with you.

Thor's shoulders slump. The conversation has barely begun and he's already exhausted by it. He contemplates lying and saying he doesn't know anything about it. After all, what would Thor know of Midgardian holidays? He's Asgardian; he doesn't pay attention to Midgardian holidays!

Except Thor has never been a very good liar, least of all when he's lying to Loki. He puts the barbell he'd been using back in its place. Better to be prepared for this conversation to take a turn for the stabby than to trust Loki to behave when talking about something like April Fool's.

"What do you know of it already?" Thor asks. A question should be safe, he thinks. No lying or giving out information that could potentially be disastrous in Loki's hands.

"That it is a holiday meant for tricks and making people into fools," Loki says. "Not a typical Midgardian holiday."

"If you already know that, why come to me?" Thor swipes a towel across his forehead to catch the sweat before it lands in his eyes. "It is not a holiday based on a religious or spiritual belief system, so far as I can tell. It is simply a holiday Midgardians came up with to amuse themselves."

"I see. And what are the parameters for tricks played during this holiday?"

"No killing," Thor says, perhaps a little more forcefully than strictly necessary. Then, as an afterthought, "No physically harming anyone, either."

Loki raises an eyebrow and scoffs.

"I'm well versed in all sorts of mischief, Thor, not just the kind that involves a blade."

With that, he turns and leaves. He has some scheming to do.

-

You have glitter in your hair, paint under your nails, and pot gummies in your backpack when Thor yells your name.

You slam the cover back on the coffee container in front of you. When you turn around, you can only hope your body manages to hide the glass jar filled with coffee grounds behind you.

“Have you seen Loki today?” Thor asks you, thankfully not giving any sort of hint that he thought something was off with you. In fact, he barely looked like he was giving you any attention at all beyond what he needed to give to ask his question.

“Uh, no, not since I woke up. Why? Did he do something?”

Truthfully, the lack of Loki sightings had been worrying you. It’s April Fool's day and you’d hoped you two could team up for some pranks on the other Avengers, but after you’d messed up and kinda sorta challenged him the other day, it seems you’re having to watch your back for his tricks instead.

“I’m worried he’s up to something nefarious. I ran into the Spider Boy, Peter earlier. He said he caught Loki tampering with his suit, but couldn’t find anything wrong with it.” Thor runs a hand through his beard. He looks around the room, like Loki might’ve materialized nearby in the half a minute he’d been standing there.

Knowing Loki, it wouldn’t be outside the realm of possibilities. The room is still Loki-less. Which is a shame because you’ve got some real questions hearing that Loki was apparently tampering with Peter’s suit and everything looked fine .

“Did he test everything out? It all looked good?” You ask, casually. You lean casually against the counter, too.

“Yes, he tested it in front of me. Everything was fine.”

“Even his web shooters? Nothing weird came out of them? Nothing that definitely didn’t come out of it before?”

Thor squints his eyes at you. It isn’t quite a glare; more like he’s trying to see through you. You squirm, shifting your weight from one foot to the other.

“No, why?”

“No reason. It’s just, if I were Loki and I were going to play a prank involving Peter’s suit I’d probably replace the synthetic webbing with something else. Y’know, if I were hypothetically doing this.”

“Right…” Thor definitely looks suspicious. He stares at you a moment longer. “If you see Loki, tell him I’m looking for him.”

You give him a two fingered salute.

“Will do.”

You turn back to the counter once Thor is out of sight and shove the glass jar into your backpack after a quick sweep to make sure you hadn’t spilled any coffee grounds when you switched them out.

-

“Have you seen your boyfriend lately?”

You turn to face Same, mentally preparing yourself to have the same conversation you’d just had with Thor.

You are not quite prepared to see Sam holding his wings. His perfectly normal, unpainted wings.

“Uh, something wrong?” You ask.

“Not sure yet,” He says. “But I saw him messing with my wings earlier and he disappeared before  I could confront him. Everything seems normal, but…”

Sam doesn’t finish the sentence, but it doesn’t take a genius to figure out what he’s saying.

“Did you actually see him doing something to them? Or was he just, like, standing around near them?”

You take a step towards Sam to get a closer look at his gear. Everything does look normal.

No paint or tissue paper in sight.

Nothing to make it look like butterfly wings at all.

“He had a towel. Looked like he might’ve been rubbing something off. Or on knowing that guy.”

“What in the world is he up to?” You ask, mostly to yourself.

“That’s what I want to know. If you see him, tell him I’m looking for him.” Sam says.

You nod.

-

“Hey, Darcy? Have you seen Loki today?”

“Hey! I was just gonna ask you the same thing!” She shoves a tin in your face and opens the lid to show you the contents. Inside are several perfectly normal looking gummies. “I saw him closing the lid on this, like he was messing with my gummies or something.”

She sniffs them. “Do they even have weed on Asgard? How’d he know where I kept my stash? Oh, you think that asshole switched them for normal gummies? I did not buy those so the guy who tried to take over the world could get high!”

Darcy pops one of the gummies into her mouth and chews it so hard you can hear her teeth gnash together.

“Hey, Darcy?”

“Yeah?”

“Maybe for now just assume he was just trying to make you think he did something when he didn’t really.” You say gently, trying not to let your own annoyance show.

“You think he’d do that?”

“Yeah, I do.”

When you’re out of Darcy’s sight you open up your backpack to take a peek inside.

Staring up at you from the bag you’d put the pot gummies in is a vaguely misshapen gummy Gengar. It’s surrounded by a few other Pokemon gummies; the same number of gummies that Darcy had in her tin when you got to it this morning.

-

You walk into Tony’s lab.

“Just the person I wanted to see,” He says. None of the equipment is wrapped in bubble wrap. “Have you se-- ”

You leave the lab without hearing the last part of Tony’s question.

There’s a list hanging on your refrigerator door when you get back to your apartment. It’s a list you wrote of all the pranks you planned for the day.

Except for the item on the back of the paper. That was written by someone else. And it says:

“ Undo all of this. Leave the Avengers panicking. ”

Well.

You can’t say this is what you expected of Loki for April Fool's day, but it certainly is creative.

And maybe it isn’t too late to do something to get back at him.

-

When Loki returns to the apartment at the end of the day there’s a small chocolate fountain sitting on the kitchen island. He’s looking far too smug for your liking and you can’t wait to wipe that beautiful grin off of his stupidly beautiful face.

“Another attempt at a prank?” He asks as he approaches you.

“Nope, I know when I’m beat,” You say, hands raised in a gesture of surrender. “This is just a prize for you beating me. I didn’t get any of the reactions I’d been hoping for and all of the residents of this compound think you messed with their stuff when it’s all perfectly fine. You win.”

“Smart girl,” is the only thing he says before sticking a finger into the flow of chocolate. He pops the finger in his mouth.

And immediately gags.

“ What is that?” He yells, taking a paper towel to his tongue.

“That is extremely bitter dark chocolate. Nasty stuff. Not what you usually eat when you have chocolate,” You put on your best shit-eating grin. “You may have gotten me by undoing everything on the list, but I didn’t write this one down.”

“You do understand I will have to take my revenge on you for making me eat that vile excuse for chocolate, yes?”

“Nuh-uh, loverboy, because that’s not all I have for you,” You pick up a second chocolate fountain from the stool next to, just low enough that it had been out of his sight until now. “I have another one, this time with the good stuff. I’m not stupid enough to prank you and not make up for it.”

“A shame,” he says, and when he tries the chocolate from the second fountain his eyes light up at the realization that it is, in fact, the good stuff. “My revenge would have been such fun.”

A sudden bang on the door causes you to jump and nearly fall out of your seat.

"Loki!" Thor's voice booms from the other side of the door. He bangs some more, apparently not content to stop until he's able to speak to his brother. "Open the door! I know you're in there!"

"What's with him?" You ask because all you had planned for Thor was to switch his usual coffee with decaf. And if Loki really had just undone everything you'd done, then Thor should have no reason to be angry with him.

"I may have turned all of his coffee into snakes."

"Loki," you say, with all of the exasperation in your body.

"And one of those snakes may have bitten him before I could transform them back. It was an accident, really."

But from the grin on his face, you aren't sure if it was an accident at all.

#loki fic #loki x reader #idk it's too late for me to be able to think of what tags should go on this #who's the fool #my writing