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brelione · 3 years

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good 4 u (JJ Maybank X Reader)

Warnings: heavy drinking, swearing, could be upsetting.

Well, good for you, I guess you moved on really easily

You found a new girl and it only took a couple weeks

You stared at the boy that you had once called your boyfriend, deep red hickies covering his neck. He was grinning at something on his phone, probably texts from the same girl that made him look like he had been attacked by giant mosquitoes. Kiara put her hand on her knee, gaining your attention. She just shook her head, silently telling you just to leave it alone.

Although you had agreed to stay friends with JJ so that you wouldnt tear apart the friend group you were beyond angry with him. You didnt exactly have the right to be angry with him, you were broken up after all. He was free to anyone who wanted him. But still, it had only been three weeks since that sad night on the beach.

He let out a small chuckle, showing his phone to Pope. The dark haired boy looked unamused, glancing at you for a second. The tension in the van was so thick it could be cut with a knife, no one starting a conversation. You let out a sigh as you took out your phone, texting Kiara.

You: Fucking Christ look at his goddamn neck

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Kie: he looks like he got attacked by vampires

You covered your mouth, muffling your laughter. JJ’s head shot up, watching you. You cleared your throat, typing.

You: Literally. Say what you will about me but at least I was discreet about mine

Kie: Jokes on him cause he has work tomorrow

The rest of the day was just awkward, the four of you sitting on one of the hidden beaches of the outer banks, JJ and John.B trying to catch fish but only catching giant clumps of sea weed while you and Kiara sat in the sun and talked shit about the boys that were standing five feet away.

Remember when you said that you wanted to give me the world?

The two of you sat on your bed, wrapped up with eachother and not even bothering to pay attention to the Netflix Original Movie playing on your tv. “I love you.”He muttered, pressing a kiss to your hairline. You hummed, too tired for a real response. “You deserve better than this shitty island, you know that?”He asked, kissing your nose lightly.

“Yeah?”You asked, your voice slightly raspy from not talking in a while. “Yeah, you deserve the goddamn world.”He grinned, his face now resting in the crook of your neck. “Is that your way of telling me you wanna take over the world together?”You laughed. You could feel him smile, his arms tightening. “If you’re down, im down.”He replied. “Trust me, im so down. My first order will to make all the expensive clothes cheap and all the cheap clothes expensive.”You answered. “The way all the kooks would have heart attacks.”He laughed, sighing. “Topper would start bragging about shopping at walmart.”He held back another laugh.

And good for you, I guess that you've been workin' on yourself

I guess that therapist I found for you, she really helped

Now you can be a better man for your brand new girl

Over the course of a few weeks he carried himself differently. His hair was shinier and his clothes were cleaner, he smiled a lot more and made an effort to drink more water than beer. You didnt know how to feel. He had never looked this happy when he was with you. So what were you doing wrong? The others noticed a change in his behavior too, noticing how he’d step away every couple of hours to answer his phone and by the time he came back he was a blushing mess.

“You know what, (Y/N)?”He asked, making you roll your eyes. This could go two ways. He could either say something really nice or turn into a complete asshole in a matter of secons. “What?”You asked, keeping your voice flat. “Maxine has really made me feel some type of way these days, when I was in therapy last week I made a turtle painting. Isnt that fucking sick?”He asked.

You nodded, a small smile coming on your face. “That’s great, J.”You replied, going back to waxing your board. You wondered if he had talked to her about the break up. Or maybe he talked to her about his new girlfriend. But it didnt really matter. As long as he was happy, you could deal with him. And you didnt mind paying his therapy bill if it meant he could be so happy everyday.

Well, good for you, you look happy and healthy

Not me, if you ever cared to ask

He was not even close to the version of JJ that you knew. Every night when you all went inside you could hear the shower turn on and his heavy footsteps as he grabbed a towel for himself. He had developed an actual nighttime routine, washing his hair and body in the shower, put on a face scrub before he brushed his teeth and once he was done brushing his teeth he’d rinse off the face scrub and comb his hair.

He changed his clothes nearly everyday, always wearing socks with his sneakers. He was just fantastic these days. It seemed like the better that he got the worse you became. It wasnt his fault, it had nothing to do with him. But here you were, watching as the boy who broke your heart completely changed for the good while you changed for the worse.

You would wear the same oversized clothes for a week and a half, getting two or three hours of sleep a week, barely even talking to the group anymore. You just drowned yourself in beer and shitty music. And the worst part was that nobody even actually noticed. It felt like you asked JJ everyday how he was doing, how he felt, how therapy was. He never asked you how you were doing, it seemed like he didnt even care anymore.

Good for you, you're doin' great out there without me, baby

God, I wish that I could do that

It seemed like everytime he came around he had a new shirt or a new ring that his new girlfriend had bought for him. The others were a bit uneasy with the sudden changes, not used to seeing this part of him. He had moved on so easily, you wished you could do the same. You had no idea why you were so stuck on him. He was clearly over you and yet here you were clinging onto that tiny chance of getting back with him. It was pathetic, really.

I've lost my mind, I've spent the night

Cryin' on the floor of my bathroom

You couldnt keep track of the amount of times that you had to call Kiara in the middle of the night because you had drank so much that you couldnt even get yourself off the bathroom floor. This is what it felt like to go mad, watching as the world spun around you and tears ran down your face. “(Y/N), you cant get him back.”She would tell you, holding you in her arms. “BUT I WANT HIM BACK!”You’d shout.

“No, you want the feeling of being with him. Maybe it would be best for you to just stay away from him for a while, yeah?”She asked. “I miss him.”You sobbed. “I know, hun. I know.”She replied. “Who is he even dating?”You asked, realising you didnt even know who was causing you this pain. “Some kook named Lia.”She replied. You rolled your eyes.

“Goddammit, I hate him so much. He fucking hates kooks and now hes dating one? What the hell!”You cried. “I know, I know. But its not like hes ever been smart either, I mean come on, he broke up with you. He’s a goddamn idiot!’She tried to cheer you up. “Yeah, hes an idiot.”You agreed. “Hey, you wanna shrink his new shirt in the dryer?”She asked, relieved when you smiled. “Lets shrink his undies.”You suggested.

“Yeah, or we could sprinkle turmeric in his hat.”She thought out loud. “Or laxatives in his protein powder.”You laughed. “See, now you’re thinking.”She grinned. Its not like you’d actually do any of this but it still helped to talik about it. The two of you went on. Shit in his shoes, food coloring on his toothbrush, cream cheese in his deodorant.

But you're so unaffected, I really don't get it

But I guess good for you

“Can I borrow your phone charger?”He asked one day. You handed it over, not saying anything. “Are you good?”He asked, raising an eyebrow. You nodded, scrolling on instagram. “Okay.”He replied, not pushing any further. Back when he still cared he wouldve asked you what was wrong until you got mad at him, and then he’d tickle you until you werent bitchy anymore. You were so tempted to ask him when he had stopped loving you and what you had done wrong, holding yourself back from saying anything. Your heart thumped as you contemplated whether or not to ask, deciding against it.

Well, good for you, I guess you're gettin' everything you want (ah)

You bought a new car and your career's really takin' off (ah)

It's like we never even happened

Baby, what the fuck is up with that?

Everytime he showed up to the Chateau he was wearing something new. A new watch that he had once dreamed of stealing, a chain that he had seen through the window of a jewelry store while the two of you were on a date on the mainland. And eventually he had a car of his own. It was a dark blue convertible that had come from god knows where. HYou wondered if maybe he was just yusing Lia for her wealth. That’s what it had seemed like.

None of you were even introduced to her yet. Maybe it was because he didnt want his worlds to collide or maybe he didnt want to hurt your feelings. But you highly doubted the second one. The only way you found out who she was was on his instagram. It was something that he rarely posted on and when he did he put an ugly, grainy filter over his photos.

The one that he posted of Lia was of the two of them in his convertible with her kissing his cheek. She was beautiful. Long dark braids, glowing skin and a perfect smile. You had tapped on the photo, finding her account. 347k followers. She was an instagram model and she volunteered at animal shelters. Such bullshit.

Nobody could actually be that perfect, right? She hadnt posted anything about JJ, something that stood out as a red flag to you. The sad part was that JJ had never once posted you on his instagram. There was no evidence to the world outside of your friend group that the two of you ever knew eachother. It was ridiculous.

And good for you, it's like you never even met me

Remember when you swore to God I was the only

Person who ever got you?

The longer he and Lia were together the less he hung out with the pogues. He would see you guys maybe twice or three times a week at most, always on figure eight and running around the large neighborhoods. You wondered if Lia thought you were a crazy ex, if she would be jealous of you and JJ hanging out and maybe thats why he wasnt around you guys as much.

He didnt talk to you anymore, didnt open your snapchats or read your texts. You remembered back when he would talk to you for hours with his arms around your waist and tell you every little detail of his day. “I swear to fucking god, nobody gets me like you do.”He had smiled. “Really?”You had asked, kissing his forehead. He hummed, pulling you closer to him.

Well, screw that and screw you

You will never have to hurt the way you know that I do

JJ hadnt come around all week until a thursday evening while the others were out at the store grabbing snacks. He had shouted a quick hello when he walked in the door, confused when the others werent there. “Get out, JJ.”You told him, almost surprised by your own words. “Someones angry.”He commented, pushing your feet aside so that he could sit down on the couch only for you to kick him in the leg.

“Im serious, get out.”You repeated. “Christ, (Y/N). What the fuck is your problem?”He asked, still not taking you seriously. “You’re the fucking problem JJ.”You raised your voice. “Oh come on, (Y/N). You’re not still angry about that, are you?”He asked. You stared at him for a moment, taking a deep breath. “Yes, JJ. I am still angry about that. Did you ever think about how I feel? You havent even asked me how im doing or- or what my plans are. You’ve barely even looked my direction in weeks! And you’re asking me if im still angry!’You screamed at him.

“(Y/N), im sorry but I dont know what you want me to do. I’ve moved on.” He replied. His voice was flat, no sympathy or anything. “I want you to leave.”You told him, watching as he stood up. “Fine, asshat. I’ll leave.”He glared at you before heading for the door.

The next time he walked through the door was two weeks after you had screamed at him. You and the others were in the living room watching Starstruck and sitting in your bathing suits and wet hair as you sipped supermarket brand sodas. But this time he had Lia behind him, a grin on his face. “Hey guys.”He had announced, the four of you looking over.

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anythingandeverything1d · 4 years

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Stressed Out

You were escorted into the arena by two guards, they each had an arm on you and were pushing their way through the crowd of screaming fans who had collected outside while you were arriving. People were pointing, recording, and taking pictures of you, all while trying to grab onto you and follow you inside. Your body was exhausted, mentally and physically. You were beyond stressed and you felt as if your body was losing the battle of life. You made it inside and took a breath, leaning against the cold brick wall. The guards stood nearby, giving you space but making sure you were okay. Harry hadn't arrived yet, but you wish he had gotten there first. You wanted nothing more than a warm hug and someone to tell you everything was going to be okay. Your body was shaking, your heart rate had doubled and you felt as if you could barely breathe.

You slumped to the floor, your back still against the wall, your face buried in your knees. You closed your eyes and thought back to simpler times. The days where Harry would surprise you at home, he would walk in carrying flowers and cupcakes, the biggest smile on his face. You would stay inside and watch movies all night while ordering pizza and laughing while he told you all of the dad jokes he had come up with on the plane. You would sleep in until noon, snuggling in bed most of the day and catching up on everything you had missed while he had been gone. In the afternoon you would get dressed only to go out to your favorite park and walk around, ending up at your favorite ice cream parlor where Harry would sample each and every flavor until deciding to get the exact same one he always got, Christmas Pudding. Those were the days. The days when your relationship was still private and fans only speculated what was going on.

You and Harry had been dating for over a year now, and originally your plan was to keep the relationship a secret and as private as possible. Of course Harry’s fans were dedicated and involved, they had quickly speculated that the two of you were dating but nothing had been posted or confirmed. Thats the way you liked things, you could still go out to the store and not be swarmed with people or have to have guards tag along with you. It had been a month or so ago, you and Harry had gone out to dinner and a pap caught the two of you mid kiss. The news spread quickly and then Harry had confirmed it in an interview and then also mentioned you would be touring with him. Now halfway through the tour, you were breaking down. Fans had taken quite the liking to you, which at first you had been grateful for, but now it was a little overwhelming for someone who wasn't quite used to being in the spotlight and was considered “normal”.

“(y/n)!” Harrys concerned voice echoed through the walls backstage. You looked up, tears in your eyes as he knelt in front of you. He opened his arms and you climbed into them, breaking into sobs. “Shhh...its okay love.” he whispered into your hair. “Are you okay? What happened?”

You tried controlling your breathing but were struggling. You gripped him tighter and tried explaining. “Th-they-they-they were all around us and-and-they -they wouldn't let go. They just kept pulling on me and I-I couldn't see where we were going. Everywhere I looked-there was -there was a phone recording me and-”

“Shh...Im sorry babe. I should've been there.” Harry pressed a kiss to your forehead and just held you until you had calmed down a little. Your breathing had improved and he had pulled you to your feet, escorting you to the dressing room. You sat on the couch and looked in the mirror. You had big black bags under your eyes which were now red and puffy from crying, you looked a lot thinner, and you almost didn't recognize yourself. Harry was running his fingers through his hair, you knew you were the cause of his stress which only made you feel worse about everything. He looked at you and sighed, walking over. “I think you should try getting some rest...I have rehearsal but after we can get dinner okay?” You nodded and he wrapped his blanket around your body, tucking you in. He kissed you softly and smiled, “Get some sleep babe, it’ll make you feel better.” you smiled and whispered I love you as he walked out. As soon as the door had closed you sat up. You hadn't actually gotten more than an hours worth of sleep every night for over a week now. Part of it was due to stress, the other part was that you just didn't sleep well when you weren't in your own bed. Normally when you were traveling with Harry he slept with you, making you feel at home and sleep fairly normally. This tour however had been different. He would go from performing to writing and recording, leaving very little time together. On top of not sleeping, you hadn't really been eating either. The thought of food made you feel sick, you felt like someone was always either judging what you were eating, how you were eating, or why you were eating. You had been judged on your weight, your body, and your looks more than you could count. You received more comments on your body image than you ever thought possible and it had made you extremely self conscious.

A little over an hour later you heard a knock at the door. You stood up confused, Harry would've just walked in... You opened it and found a man smiling. “Hi, you must be (y/n)?”

“Yeah...”

“I’m Dr. Ken. Mr. Styles talked to me earlier.”

“Okay...is Harry okay?”

“Harry’s fine yes, I’m actually here for you.”

“For me?”

“Yes, Harry was a little concerned...he mentioned you may have been feeling overwhelmed lately. You may not be sleeping well, or eating...”

You didn't answer just crossed your arms and stood in the doorway. “I’m sorry but-”

“Dr. Ken.” Harry’s voice cut in from around the corner. He was sweaty from rehearsal, his shirt slung over his shoulder. Harry shook Dr. Kens hand and invited him into the room. You stood in the doorway not moving or talking and he came over with an exhausted look on his face. “Babe...”

“Harry what the hell.”

“You're not okay! You need to talk to someone, you are actually scaring me. I worry that one day you're going to drop over dead from not eating or not getting any sleep. Its not okay...I don't want to lose you...I don't want you to go home..but you cant continue on like this. I cant watch you kill yourself. I cant lose you.” You bit your lip, tears forming in your eyes. You had no idea Harry was so worried. You hadn't even realized that he had realized you weren't doing well. Harry hugged you and gripped your hand tightly while pulling you over to the couch. “Let him help...” Harry whispered.

You looked into his green eyes and nodded. You never wanted to hurt or stress Harry out. Dr. Ken sat next to you taking your vitals. He seemed a little concerned but didn't say anything. Harry stood behind the couch pacing anxiously. “(y/n) your body is extremely dehydrated...when was the last time you had some water today?”

You thought about it, and weren't exactly sure. Normally you drank more water than your body every needed but you had no idea the last time you had taken a drink. “I’m not sure..”

“Harry, why don't you grab her a water. She needs to get fluids into her body..” Harry nodded and grabbed two bottles of water. He handed one to you, and dropped the other next to your side. You took a sip, appeasing Harry for a moment.

“So why don't you tell me a little bit about how you've felt the past few weeks.” Dr. ken asked. You looked back at Harry anxiously. You were afraid at how he was going to react.. you knew he loved you but what if he thought you couldn't handle the spotlight...what if that was the end of the line and he ended things with you because of it. Dr. Ken sensed your apprehension and nodded to Harry. Harry didn't want to leave, he was very reluctant but after an encouraging nod from Dr. Ken he sighed deeply.

He pressed a kiss to your forehead. “I have to get ready for the show. If you need anything, don't feel bad about interrupting okay?”

You nodded and he kissed you softly. You smiled and watched him leave. Dr. Ken looked at you again with a gentle smile. “Lets try again, what have you been feeling lately?” You sighed and let it out. You told him about the stress with fans, your body image, being perfect, being someone Harry should date. You told him about not being comfortable on tour, not spending time with Harry, your anxiety about being overcrowded when out and about. Everything building up in your body was spilling out. You felt a weight roll off your shoulder. Dr. Ken said nothing, he wasn't taking notes, wasn't judging you. He was just listening. He listened to you talk for almost an hour. You shared how you were afraid to talk to Harry about everything because you thought he would leave you. You mentioned how you felt that you couldn't live up to fans expectations. You cried about missing simpler times with Harry. He handed you a tissue and smiled. “(y/n) has Harry ever seemed unhappy with you?”

“No, but-”

“Has he ever said anything about fans not liking you?”

“No.”

“Have you talked to him at all about these fears?”

You sighed. “No.”

“And why’s that?”

“I don't want to stress him out. I don't want to throw off his game while on tour. I don't want him to hate me...”

“Has he ever said anything about hating you?”

“No...”

“(y/n) I think something that might make both you and Harry feel better is talking to him about everything.” You nodded and looked down at your feet. “I also think that you may benefit from going home and not continuing on with the tour..” You didnt say anything. You knew he was right about both things. You needed to talk to Harry. You also needed to go home. You couldnt continue on like this anymore.

“I know..” you sighed. He smiled and patted your hand.

“Your health is more important than up keeping his expectations of you. If he's that upset about you leaving...he's not the one anyway.” You smiled sadly at him and nodded.

“You're right... Thank you.”

“You're welcome. I’m going to leave you my number. Call anytime okay? I mean it..even if it's just to complain about Harry. I don't want you holding things in like this anymore. Understood?”

“Understood.” you smiled as he stood up and collected his things. “Thank you Dr. Ken.”

“Anytime.” He walked out, leaving you alone in the room. You waited for Harry patiently, trying to think of what to say. You were so involved in your thoughts you almost didn't hear him walk in. He sat next to you and ran his fingers through his hair. “How was the show?”

“Not my best...I had other things on my mind.” He smiled sadly and you nodded.

“Harry I need to talk to you about some things...” Harry looked sick, but he nodded. You grabbed his hands and looked at him. His green eyes were searching yours for clues. You took a deep breath. “I think...I think I need to go home.”

“Go home? Like as in leave the tour?”

“Yeah...” you bit your lip and Harry looked confused.

“But-”

“No...Haz I really need to get everything off my chest. The last month has been so hard-like harder than I ever thought. I don't feel like we have spent any time together...you don't even sleep with me...On top of that, I don't feel like I can live up to your image. I cant make fans happy. I’m not pretty enough for you...”

“Babe thats insane.” Harry cut in. “You are beautiful. I love every part of you. And you make fans happy, they all love seeing you-”

“Harry. People send me death threats daily. They say I’m ugly and fat, and they say I bring down your image and well maybe they are right maybe I-”

“You make me the best person I can be...You are the most beautiful thing about me (y/n)...I’m sorry..I didn't realize this was happening but I want you to understand that none of that is true.” you smiled and nodded.

“I know but it's been hard. I feel like I want to be better for you, and I know you love me. I know you think I’m beautiful. But in this environment I just feel like I need to be more. I cant get away from people. I cant even go out to lunch without people taking my picture and posting it somewhere online. I know thats a part of you. I know you're used to it but I’m not.” You took another breath. “I don't want to leave...I really don't. But Harry I cant go on like this. My body feels like its giving up and I-”

You were crying. You wanted Harry to understand. He pulled you into his arms and cuddled you closely. “I understand.”

“You do?”

“(y/n) I want you to be okay...I want us to work and if you need a break from this...well I am going to support that...”

“Youre not mad? You don't hate me?”

“I could never hate you. I don't want you to be stressed out all of the time. I want my happy, smiley, goofy, girl back. I want to see you stuffing your face with cookies and fighting me for the last piece of pizza.” You laughed and nodded. “If going home helps bring that back, I’m all for it. And I’m sorry I’ve been absent...I should have spent more time with you.”

“It’s okay...I know you're busy.”

“Thats not an excuse though...”

You kissed him softly and smiled. “I think-I think I want to go home tonight.”

He nodded and nuzzled your cheek with his nose. “Then we will get on a plane tonight.”

“We?”

“I cancelled the last few shows of the tour...you're more important. I want to be home with you...I want to make sure youre okay. I want us to get back to where we were. If I have to take some time off, then thats worth it to me.”

You smiled but shook your head. “But the fans?”

“They will understand...”

“Harry.”

“(y/n) Its not negotiable.... We are going home.”

You nodded. “Let’s go home then.”

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violetnotez · 4 years

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You’ll Be Okay- Todoroki x Reader

@sizzlingbarbarianglitter: Could you do a one-shot with Shoto where the reader is usually all cheery and enthusiastic, but after a mysterious phone call she seems kind of down the entire day.. finally during hero training she kind of loses it and Todoroki comforts her.

Hello anon, thank you for the request! I hope you enjoy this and *cough cough this request made me realize my absolute love for writing for Todoroki and him being a soft boy

Anyways, sending lots of love to you and I hope you like this :)

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Todoroki x Reader

Genre: Angst to Fluffy

Word Count: 1460

One Shot

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“Good save Ochaco!” you yelled encouragingly, preparing yourself for the next toss.

Today was a rare free day in class, and instead of sparring against each other like all of Baku Squad was doing, you and Dekusquad has decided to play a game of “Quirk” volleyball.

It was exactly the same way volleyball is played, except quirks were allowed, which made it 10 times more interesting. You were playing Boys Against Girls, with Todoroki, Izuku, and Iida on one side and Ochaco, Froppy, and you on the other.

The game was coming to a fierce end, with you both tied for the last point. Todoroki turned to look at you, panting slightly in the hot afternoon sun as you high fived Ochaco for giving you guys the tying point. For as long as he could remember, he had always admired your outgoing and optimistic attitude. The whole game you had been playing hard, and he couldn’t help but notice how pretty you looked in the afternoon sun, your shirt clinging to you slightly-

“Hey Todoroki, don’t be getting tired on me just yet!” you yelled with a tired grin, mistaking his staring at you as zoning out.

He shook his head, the tips of his bangs damp from sweat.

He looked down quickly, feeling so dumb for allowing himself to stare at you so unchecked like that- he was usually so good at keeping his crush on you form plain sight.

You took the ball from Uraraka’s outstretched hands, not noticing Todoroki’s blushing expression and preparing to serve the ball up, all the boy’s preparing for your serve. They knew you’d been holding back this whole game to preserve your extremely powerful quirk- most likely to use it for this very moment. They watched your very move, twitching from nervousness. Todoroki admired how calm you looked, as if you had no care in the world. You brought the ball up, preparing to use your quirk to hit a powerful blow to the other side-

You felt the power in your arms diminish instantly, staring at your hand confused.

“Mr. Aisawa,” Froppy greeted your angsty teacher, “is everything all right?”

Mr. Aisawa walked over in your direction, making eye contact with your tired yet smiling expression.

“Yes, Froppy, everything is fine,” he stated plainly, “Y/n, if you’d come with me, your parents are calling you from the front office.”

You felt your heart drop-was something wrong?

Todoroki noticed your body stiffen slightly, your smile becoming slightly less bright.

“Of course sir,” you replied, giving your friends a quick “Goodbye” as you walked with your teacher.

They all stared at you and Mr. Aisawa walk away, the game of volleyball forgotten.

“I wonder what’s going on with y/n,” Ochaco thought out loud, concern on her face.

“Hopefully it’ll be fast, so we can finish our game,” Froppy added, walking under a tree to cool off.

Izuku and Iida followed Froppy, thinking of something else to do until you came back.

Todoroki stared at the lonely ball on the floor, worried for you. He saw your whole demeanor change, something none of the group saw- he knew you were dealing with something and didn’t want to say anything. After weeks of watching you from afar, he knew how you acted, and that wasn't typically you.

Deku and Iida had decided to spar lightly while Uraraka and Froppy stretched, Todoroki leaning against the shaded tree, deep in thought.

How was he going to talk to you? He wanted to ask you so badly how you were feeling- he wanted his cheerful y/n back. He hated seeing you like that, just pretending to be happy. He would do anything to get back that beautiful smile of yours, the one that was always so spontaneous and took him off guard in the best way possible.

He was usually not much of a talker, and never shied away from what he was thinking- but with you, it was harder. He wanted to say everything exactly right, but everything he thought of sounded exactly wrong.

You came back 10 minutes later, your shoulders slumped as if you were carrying a huge weight on your shoulders, your head bent down.

“Y/n!” Ochaco cried your name happily, not noticing your defeated posture

Todoroki turned his head quickly, already noticing your change- to him, it was so obvious, even as you gave Midoriya a smile as he handed you the volleyball.

Everyone went back to their original places in the game that had ended a few minutes before, the boys again twitching in anticipation as they watched your every move. Todoroki, most of all, was taking careful care to watch your movements-You weren’t smiling and you weren’t relaxed- your face was preoccupied as you looked down at the ball, your lashes fluttering as you blinked too many times. You sighed, looking up, serving the ball without using your quirk- taking all the boys by surprise.

The game began again, the shouts and grunts of the competition filled the air, you and Todoroki not fighitng as hard as your teammates. You were preoccupied with keeping your emotions at bay, while Todoroki continued to worry over you.

Iida hit the ball your way, and noticing it too late, you feably went to hit, it going out of bounds and giving the boys the winning point. Strangely, nobody cheered about the victory, knowing it really wasn’t a true win. You were usually always so focused and competitive in games, making sure you gave it your all. Todoroki was convinced something was wrong, even as you smiled and stated jokingly that you would beat them next time. He was going to get to the bottom of this and make sure you you were okay.

Todoroki waited until he felt was the right time to talk. All his friends were relaxing on the bleachers of the Track course, you sitting a few seats in front of them, staring at the mountains and hugging your elbows, not engaging in the conversation.

Were you intentionally isolating yourself from the others?

He walked down, his heart racing slightly and his hands shoved in his pockets, sitting next to you without a word.

“Hi Todo”, you smiled weakly, using your nickname for him as your voice wavered slightly. He nodded, his nerves making him mute- he was never this alone and this close to you before. He noticed you hastily brush your cheeks with your hand, a sign you were holding back tears.

He cleared his throat nervously, asking, “Are-are you okay?”

He grimaced, hearing how unintelligent he made himself sound- of course you weren’t okay! You were clearly dealing with something, and he responded with nothing that was comforting or helpful. He made himself sound indifferent and if he just noticed your demeanor when he noticed all day. He internally wished he could kick himself for sounding so foolish when you responded with a sniffle.

“Its that noticeable huh?” you chuckled weakly, your voice hitching. “Im really sorry if Ive been...moody...I ddint mean to mess up the game or make you guys sad...I just-”

You shoulders began to shake the more you talked, and the more you talked, the less emotion you could control. You began tearing up, the tears trickling down your skin.

Todoroki instantly tended to comfort you, crouching in front of you instead of sitting beside you. He didnt know really what to do, except that he needed to comfort you. He rested his hand on your knee, hoping that by doing that, you would know that he was there for you. He waited until the tears subsided a little, you tear soaked face smiling down at him, making his heart stop.

How were still so beautiful when crying?

“Im so sorry Shouto, I didnt mean to-” you began.

“You dont have to apologize for anything, y/n,” he reassuring replied, “emotions are natural and it isnt healthy to keep them bottled up.

I-” He gulped, hoping the next thing he said wouldn't reveal too much about how he truly felt about you. “I noticed all day you weren’t yourself. You weren’t as cheerful after you arrived back from the office. It pains me seeing you upset,y/n, it truly does.”

He looked up at you, his cheeks on fire but his face still strong and steady like the Todoroki you know and love.

You looked at him, your heart fluttering and skipping a beat. You found it cute and endearing, even though you felt slightly guilty for making him worry.

He reached up, his hand shaking slightly as he wiped a tear from your cheeck, pushing a strand of hair out of your vision so he can see even more of your face that he found gorgeous.

You smiled at him, and this time, he knew it was a true smile that he loved so much.

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someone-always-cares · 4 years

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[image description: a q&a for the webcomic someone always cares. full desc under the cut because its long and wordy sorry]

post chapter 3 Q&A

first - previous - next

thanks for yalls questions!! it was fun to answer! if anyone still has questions feel free to ask whenever i am always 100% down to ramble. even if i did go slightly off topic in some answers

additional: went off topic with the hair question a bit. their bright hair is all part of the transformations. regular hair dye does exist though. best way to tell is that if the eyebrow matches the hair its probably not dyed. also, quartz’s hair is naturally ginger.

also for more on ages, check out the character bios here

also was gonna keep this in the tags but thought i might as well actually try to answer it: the question i found it hardest to answer was someone the song one. my taste in music is. a mess really. ive been listening to like the same 5 songs on repeat all day. more under the cut because i was rambling again and now its uhhh half 1am

if it helps at the time of answering that specific question i had home by cavetown on repeat, and that song reminds me of both rami and lewis. but that may be because i project onto those two a lot, and as a aro trans dude. who sucks with people skills, yeah of course i love that song.

specifically the vibes of like not knowing how to communicate (rami is fine with his friends but other people are different), the lines “ Turn off your porcelain face, I can't really think right now and this place, Has too many colors, enough to drive all of us insane” idk what the porcelain face line is supposed to mean but im picturing it as like. a mask. that you need to take off and stop hiding and rami does tend to hide when hes feeling upset, and the next two lines kinda could tie into that, like the feeling of when youre overwhelemed and just want the world to stop so you just hide somewhere. also the colours could go with chapter 3 with the chromatic abberation.

also the bit with “ my eyes went dark, I don't know where, my pupils are, But I'll figure out a way to get us out of here” just kinda sums up ramis whole hero thing with his powers and all. anyway this has turned into less what songs rami would like and why this particular song reminds me of him and lewis (lewis specifically has the hair cutting/chest hiding, [big transmasc mood], and also messy haired trainwreck who doesnt know who he is yet. also the ghosts bit)

i did end up picking upbeat songs because ramis a dude who like to try and be upbeat even if things arent. even if hes not really feeling it he will pretend to.

[full description: Anonymous said to someone-always-cares: “hi ily!!! do characters like quartz who have colored hair have that naturally or did they dye it?”

“its both natural and not! while most supers can do a magical girl ish transformation, including a change in hair colour, there are some exceptions.”

theres two small full body drawings of rami, one in civilian clothes, one fully transformed.

“if a superhero were to have a biological child, the child will inherit the powers of the parent(s). however, the child will not inherit the full transfromation. they do inherit any physical transformations, but not the outfit.”

theres a drawing of a woman in blue, quartz’s mother, fully transformed, holding her mask in her hand, smiling down at a much younger quartz as a child. hes smiling back up at her with the same blue eyes, pointy ears, and blue hair, but hes still in normal clothes.

“in the case of quartz, both of hisparents had superpowers, and he inherited those powers and the physical transformations.he can also pick and mix whatphysical traits to change.“

next is a headshot of adult quartz, his face split down the middle with one side having hair and eye like his mother, the other like his father. theres a list of traits from each parents, blue hair and eyes and pointy ears from his mum, and purple hair and eyes and pointy teeth from their dad.

“Anonymous said to someone-always-cares: Are all the characters the same age? If not, how old are they? Are they irl friends or just superhero friends?”

theres some headshots of rami and his team lined up with ages labelled: cam is 15, rami himself is 17, lin, mateo, and dante, are all 18, and cap is 20.

“rami and xandra were somewhat friends before she got superpowers, so when, after the incident with her old team, she found rami had developed powers, xandra stuck close to him. their other teamates started off as superhero friends but soon turned into irl friends too”

theres a headshot of lewis and jade. theyre both 17

“when lewis first decided to start being a vigilante,jade quickly found him and decided to help train himand offered to be a mentor of sorts, as they both have similar powers. that quickly derailed.”

“ cinder5555 said to someone-always-cares: How long does it usually take to make a comic page? I'm curious because they're so freaking good that they must take FOREVER”

theres a drawing of myself, a fluffy hair tired bastard in a hoodie, smiling

“Thanks! Ive been doing this shit since like 2017 and i still have no idea how long it takes me. i can get a page done in a day if i have nothing else to do or if its a simple page, but if i have work then maybe 2-3 days? i spend like, most of my free time doing this.“

another drawing of me, now looking frustrated muttering “how the FUCK does time work”

“but i can never do it all on one sitting.i will inevitably get distracted and zone out daydreaming mid drawing so its very hard to get an accurate read on how long it takes. so however long a piece of string is i guess“

the only qustion not from tumblr is a discord message from RuneStone Cabin:

“Q: Can you talk about the incidence of superpowers in this world? Like many people are supers, which powers are more or less common, how long they've been a thing for, stuff like that. Also does Omen know I'd die for them “

theres a drawing of omen pointing at a date circled on a calender marked “decembuary”, theyre saying “i know. i already wrote your death in my calender.”

then a giant wall of text reading: “Supers have only existed for a relativly short time, since the early 1940s. momento mori was the second person to have ever gained powers.

Only a small number of the population are supers! the chances are higher in more populated cities, but unusally london has oneof the higher percentages of supers. while nobody in universe has any idea of the origins of superpowers, it does seem that powers are more likely to occur in people who would actually use their powers.

as for what powers are most common, after making a badly catagorized spreadsheet of every superpowered character ive made for this world (70% of which will probably never even be seen), turns out that elemental powers are the most common. although not all elemental powers manifest as the straight up 'controling this element' as seen in characters like lin or tsunami. for example, iris's powers would fall under shadow elemntal powers, but theyre a lot more weird that just controlling shadows.there are some abilities that have never been seen before,such as ressurection or full on time travel (aka anything that could bring a character back to life), but powers are certainly allowed to toe the line eg healing, powers involving undeath, immortality, pausing or manipulating time.

aside from that, anything goes. you could get plain old superstrength, but you could also get the ability to create dogs with your mind. other not quite rules, more guidelines are that supers are immune to their own powers hurting them (unless they were pushing themselves too hard), although the way the imminuties occur may be inconvinient to the super.

while some powers may be 'more powerful' than others, powers dont really get to be way underpowered or overpowered in comparision to others. sure being able to talk to animals may feel a bit useless compared to someone who can lift 4 tanks at once, but nobodys going to end up with a power like 'can turn into a goose but only once' or 'can grow toenails twice as fast' or 'if i sneeze i can change my hair colour'. at the same time, youre not going to get someone with the power to snap their fingers and level a city, or instantly blow up the moon or whatever.

“Anonymous said to someone-always-cares: I love rami PLEASE tell me his favorite song(s) and why. I will die for you”

a drawing of rami saying out loud “i dont really have any specific favourite song, really? i just listen to whatever sounds catchy and then listen to that on repeat for hours until i hate it. i guess i do like upbeat songs? ones that make you feel happy even if the lyrics are sad”

“ un1c0rnhh said to someone-always-cares: tell me,,, please,, cam,,, are they a cat person or a dog person?? ily"

theres a drawing of cam a metre away from a cat lying down. she has her arm out and is making ‘psspsspss’ noises at it. end id]

FUCK i am so glad i didnt hand write all of that, it would have been a major pain in the ass to write it all and then have to transcribe all that next. but nope i could directly copy paste the asks and word answers. cheers if anyone made it this far down. if anyone wonders why this is uploaded late, you know now.

#sac #someone always cares #sorry to my friends i rambled to about the previosly mentioned attempt at catagorizing powers #i made a fucking spreadsheet and everything #it was awful #also it probably obvious but i still have yet to download the font i use to this computer #did i ever mention what i named the font when i made it #because its called 'dicks out for the void' or something #it was funny back in mid/late 2017 ok

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[drops into your inbox like i fell through a hole in the ceiling] who are zoe and keme's favorite heroes to work with? what are their favorite places to go/spend time besides the ranch? pre jason's & zoe's deaths what teams/heroes could zoe and keme be seen working with the most? how much do people know in general about the huangs family history? how much does jason know pre & post death? and besides the joker who do keme and zoe want to beat up the Most? also does keme five jason a cowboy hat?

[catches u and presses a kiss to ur forehead] JOOO!!!!! i hope u r well!!! i yelled when i saw u in my inbox!!!

who are zoe & keme's fav heroes to work with?

other than each other + their favs in the batfam??

zoe: she loves working with all of the og titans but especially donna, roy, kori, and vic. she also loves working with connor hawke!!

keme: DINAH DINAH DINAH DINAH + the birds of prey!!!! keme said fuck the JL he said friendship ended with the JL, the birds of prey are my new best friends.

what are their fav places to go/spend time besides the ranch?

mostly each others homes in gotham, during z's new boot goofin arc. they can both be found at the manor depending on the circumstances. also, ur the only one who knows about this, so this may be like completely incoherent and confusing to everyone else But basically jiahao's old haunts. keme would linger there whenever he would come visit earth bc they were the only places he would be able to go and relax in peace without being dubbed suspicious by the royal court back on jiahao's home planet, and when keme introduces adult zoe to them, they become places for zoe to hang out in too.

zoe loves to hang out in her workshop a lot. if she's not out on a mission, at the ranch, at jiahao's old gang haunts, or at home, then she's at her workshop slaving away making things bc she's a WORKAHOLIC and an INSOMNIAC who needs to REST. donna's home is also a safe haven for her and was one pre-death when keme was gone and zoe was kind of lost.

when keme finds his restaurant and is able to settle more, he's found there. though this would also serve as his part-time gotham apartment.

idk if this counts bc it's v close to the ranch but when either of them gets super upset and just needs a moment away from everything but doesnt want to disappear completely, they'll go to the top of blanca peak which is where their ranch is located under and they'll sit and just,,,be. and that's where they'll usually find each other after one of them has thrown a temper tantrum or something. (does this count as the ranch? it's not ON the ranch ekdkdj)

pre jason's & zoe's deaths what teams/heroes would zoe & keme be seen working with the most?

zoe worked with dick's og titans the most but was never like,,, an official 'titan.' she was more of an honorary titan but she did work with them like, a whole lot.

during that time, keme was mostly on zoe control duty. he wasnt out there to fight crime, he was out there to make sure his little sister didnt blow a fuse and blow up the eastern seaboard :) he was mostly along for the ride at the time which meant that he mostly worked with whoever zoe was working with to keep her from getting hurt or going too far. this piqued the interest of the JL and then WHABAM they ended up scooping him up (thanks aunt diana) and he ended up as a SUUUPER young member of the JL

then, jason's robin came along and zoe joined jason's five second of fame version of the titans (which i have decided to shuffle again and change up bc i am an indecisive bitch!!!) but did consist of rose wilson, eddie bloomberg, connor hawke, kyle rayner, and i was thinkin of addin artemis crock. dunno we will see it is in production.

zoe and keme also worked with barbara pre-death and are v familiar with her!!

how much do people know in general know about the huangs family history?

im guessing u mean like in verse. they know practically nothing!!! in fact, people probably think they know more about kya's side of the family than they do jiahao's when really they,,,,know next to nothing!! kya's side is just as mysterious as jiahao's and kya's family originates ON EARTH :)

of everyone, jason and dick are like 🤝 on how much they know about the huang family overall.

how much does jason know pre and post death?

about the huang family? i'd say pre death, jason doesn't know a lot, but he knows enough to laugh with zoe whenever they all hitch a ride in the back of the truck into town and overhear some shop owner raving about how no one had fixed their roof the way kanti had with her tools and how her blankets had kept their grandmother warm through the tough winter, what did you use?

and post death, i'd say jason knows a bit more. gradually he learns bits and pieces here and there. esp if he reunites with keme pre red hood reveal 👀, i'd say he's begun to unravel the bigger picture on jiahao well before anyone else outside of the family has. by the time he and keme are like,,, married (i will sob, anytime i am reminded of this i eueueueu) i think jason knows QUITE A BIT about BOTH SIDES and is well integrated into the family.

besides the joker who do keme and zoe want to beat up the Most?

grrrr grrr BARK BARK BARK grr it is [REDACTED]

does keme find (i think this is supposed to say find)? jason a cowboy hat?

the answer is: yes. he does. and jason. wears it.

pspspsps send me asks about zoe & keme!

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just-my-fandom · 5 years

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Rewrite! SOTB (Peter Parker x Stark! Reader)

Original

Request; hi bub, remember that imagine you did with peter as your boyfriend and tony as your dad, when you almost die? (Stayed On The Bus) but like you survived and all, how about uhm a redo of that but like she actually dies, i'm sorry hahaha i love angst so much

Note; The beginning of this story is EXACTLY THE SAME as the original!! So please do not @ me that its the same because I KNOW

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“Y/N? Y/N, can you hear me?”

The tickle of your hair on your face drags you from your unconsciousness, face twisting in pain at the sharp daggers in your side,

“Hey,” A voice drags out softly, soothing you when you emit a whimper, “Hey, I’m right here, it’s Peter,”

A hand from the voice cups the back of your head, resting in against their chest so you could hear their thudding heart beat,

You let your eyelids pull open, taking in a deep breath and exhaling sharply at the burns,

“Peter?” You question, hand clutching at the suit holding onto you and eyes searching for the voice, “Peter,”

“I’m right here,” The superhero tugs off his mask, brown eyes meeting yours to reveal harsh tears, “Im right here Y/N I promise,”

“It hurts,” You release a soft sob, Peter brushing hair from your eye’s to cup the side of your face, holding it close to his,

“I know,” He breathes out a trembling breath, “M-Mr. Stark will be here soon, he’s going to help you,”

You shake your head, feeling the tear that slid down Peters cheek fall onto yours, “Dad can’t help me,”

“Don’t say that,” Peter swallows, rocking you slowly to ease you, “Its going to be okay, we’ll go back home and we’ll be with Ned and MJ again,”

“We should have stayed on the bus,” You crack a smile, Peter breaking a laugh and leaning down, allowing his lips to press roughly to yours in what he didnt know was your last kiss,

“Kid!” Tony lands on his feet yards away from the two teenagers, Rhodey following quick behind,

“Mr. Stark,” Peter looks up at the man in the armor, “She needs help,”

“Karen, check vitals,” Tony kneels down at your other side, hand at the wound,

“She is suffering from blood loss, a minor conscusion, a broken wrist, and needs to seek immediate hospitality,”

Tony glances to the side, cursing beneath his breath, “We can’t just walk into a hospital in our armor,”

“Mr. St-stark? She’s not waking up,” Peters panicked and red brimmed eye’s look up at Tony, tightening around you, “You have to help her, please, I can’t lose her too, Mr. Stark, I just can’t,”

“Kid,” Tony alerts firmly, eyes sharp, “I’m going to need you to remain calm, for my daughter. You understand? We’re going to take her back to my house and aid her there. But you have to go home and tell May you’re safe,”

“And leave her?” Peter stammers, a tear falling down his chin, “She risked her life for us, I-I’ll call May, tell her Im okay,”

“May needs to see you in person, Peter,” Tony growls, “I know you’re upset, but you need to trust me,”

“Okay,” Peter exhales deeply, slowly letting Tony pull you up bridal style,

“I’ll send you the address to my house,” Tony nods once, “She’ll be okay, kid,”

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"You lied to me!"

Steves hands come to the front of Peters chest, holding him back far away enough from Tony to give Tony space,

"You said she'd be okay, you promised!"

Tony looks up to meet Peters blood shot eye's, his own glistening as he curled his fists,

"Kid," He pleas, flinching slightly when Peter throws a hand in front of him, pointing his finger,

"Dont call me that," Peter orders lowly, chest heaving of an ungoing panic attack, "Dont ever call me that again. I trusted you. I went to see Aunt May because I thought Y/N was taken care of but instead she's gone,"

"She lost too much blood," Steve tries to explain, heart cracking at his goddaughters boyfriend, "We weren't able to get blood back into her in time,"

"You didnt try hard enough," Peter glares upwards at Steve, face falling instantly as tears continued to fall, "We should have stayed on the god damn bus,"

"She recorded something for you," Tony exhales, Peter looking over at his boss, "You'll need to see it,"

. . .

"Is this on?" The blue hologram of the female Stark leans forward, tapping the camera to Tonys helmet,

"Yes it's on now dont scratch it," Tonys voice replies gruffly behind the helmet, and you grin at him off camera, before looking back at the helmet,

"Okay, well," You sigh, and rest your arms on the back of the kitchen chair you sat in, "Hey, Peter. I know at the moment you're in some kind of dimension thing, but, we think we found a way to bring you back,"

Your gaze drifts off camera, eyes falling shut,

"Im recording this in case something happens," You shrug, and Peter realizes you're in pajamas and the clock behind you read almost two in the morning,

You and Tony never slept when you realized you could bring your family back,

"Thanos no longer has the stones. According to him they vanished after he snapped his fingers. But we can bring the stone backs and bring you back. Hopefully you'll see this video because we did it," A smile tugs at your lips,

"Im willing to die to bring everyone back. My fathers a hero, and its my turn to be one, too. Please dont be mad at me if something does happen to me, because I wanted it to happen. Maybe we should have stayed on the bus,"

You rest your chin on your hand, sniffling softly, "Okay. Im done," You push off the chair, walking up to the helmet and before you turn it off, you lean down to look into the camera, "I love you Peter," and the camers clicks,

Peter blinks his eyes slowly. Tears slipped down his cheeks, but his hands couldnt move to wipe them away

Peter inhales a shaken breath, leaning back in his seat and directing his eyes to stare at his mask resting on his knee,

"Dad, let me see the camera, please,"

Peter looks up, eyes wide. Its you, again,

The camera shifts from Tonys face to yours, your face pale and the beeping of the heart monitor made you squint to indicate your headache,

"Hey Peter," You smile warmly, coughing into your hand, "We did it,"

Tony and Steve glance at each other, Steve patting his shoulder and directing him into the hallway,

"I think this really is the end," Your voice is weak, lower than when he held you on the battlefield, "I dont think Im going to survive this one Pete,"

You inhale deeply, looking off the camera then back, "Please dont be mad at me," A sob breaks through and Tonys hand comes to view, but You stop him from taking the helmet with the camera, "I did this for everyone. We got everyone back. Uncle Clint has his wife and kids back, the raccoon has his galaxy family, I got you back,"

"Tell Ned and MJ im sorry," A tear slides down your jaw, "I'm loosing a lot of blood and only medicine is keeping me awake," You inhale deeply, "I'm glad you got to see your Aunt May again, but I wish you were here with me Peter,"

Another deep breath, "You got to move on after I'm gone Peter. Please. You moved on from Liz so you can move on from me too. I-I believe in you,"

You sniffle, and shake your head, "I love you so much Peter, please dont be mad at Dad either, he tried, so so hard,"

You set the helmet in your lap, hands coming to press to your face and the camera lifts up when Tony sinks into the bed beside you to pull you into his embrace,

"Im sorry dad," Peter seems to make out, and your arms slide to Tonys back, "Im so sorry,"

Tony wraps his arms strongly around you, and the video cuts off. Peter leans forward so his head rested in his hands, and he grips at his hair tightly,

He was beyond pissed with Tony, but you didnt want him to. He was still stuck on you, but you wanted him to move on. He was mad at you, mad at Thanos, mad at the people who let a God damn teenage girl risk her life, but you didnt want him to be,

So he forgave Tony. He moved on, in time. He forgave you, he was still mad at Thanos, but he forgave the people because they all knew you were doing what you loved,

Being a hero

#peter parker x stark reader #peter parker imagine #peter parker x sister reader #peter parker x reader #peter parker #tony stark imagine #tony stark x reader #tony stark #tonyxpeter #avengers endgame #steve rogers imagine #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers

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1. I hope this comes off as constructive criticism as im not trying to be mean but the first few chapters of hft really captivated me and i think had a perfect essence of a slow burn but like maybe its bc im not really into woo, yanan, or yeo one but i felt the last two or three chapters have kind of fallen away from the story. Ch 8 probably could have just been a random one shot you produced as i felt like it really didnt tie into the story.

2. Theres less slow burn for hong and more heres smut for woo and a kiss for kino. I just think it may be getting a little bit too away from the initial story? Im not as excited to read the chapters though i really do enjoy the way you write and think youre talented

Thank you for the feedback! Let me also just preface this by saying that I’m not upset by this and I don’t want this to come across as overly-defensive. I just want to walk through some of my process and thoughts with you.

This is actually a super interesting position for me to be in, because this is the first time I’ve posted something and gotten some less-than-stellar reviews (you’ll see you’re not the only one feeling this way). I’m really glad that my readers feel comfortable to tell me what they think, and it’s kind of exciting lol.

I’ll just start out by saying that I obviously understand that not everyone will be thrilled about everything that I write, and I’ve come to terms with that. I’m sorry that you’re starting to feel less invested. I don’t want to disappoint anyone and I hope that you stick around for the rest of the story.

Part of the reason why this particular update took so long for me to write is because I grappled for so long with whether I was going to do the Changgu & Yanan threesome. It was something I was super interested in and really wanted to write, but I was worried about straying too far from the original storyline, like you said. I’ve had a lot of debates with myself over the last year about how much I want to involve other members besides Hongseok. Kino was always part of the plan, but Wooseok kind of snuck up on me because I loved his character so much after I started writing him. When it comes to Changgu and Yanan, I knew I wanted them to be a little flirty at minimum, and then when I had the original idea for a threesome it just got me really excited. So I ended up writing it, because it’s just something that I really wanted.

Part of the reason why I’ve decided to include other members, too, is because I presented this as a smut fic. I was worried about calling it a smut fic and clearly drawing in an audience that’s interested in smut, and then not giving them smut. Maybe no smut would be better than smut with other members, but idk. It’s already written how it’s written lol

I do have to disagree with you about how part 8 could be a side one-shot instead of part of the full fic. To me, this part is really crucial for the MC’s character development. This is when she’s starting to feel more confident in pursuing sex/flirting with guys. The fic started with her feeling uneasy around Hongseok at the wedding because she’s nervous/intimidated by attractive guys. I really wanted her to grow out of that, and part 8 is a good example of that. Not only does she actively make the choice to invite the seniors to her birthday party, but she also feels intrigued and flirtatious around them instead of feeling intimidated (especially since Yanan is so forward, which would have definitely made her feel embarrassed at the beginning of the fic). The party is also where she's confronted by feelings that she hasn’t been addressing, and going forward she’s going to be forced to make choices and have conversations that she’s been avoiding.

So even though part 8 strayed pretty heavily from her relationship with Professor Yang, I stand by the fact that it’s an important moment in the story.

Like I said, I know that I’m not going to be able to please everybody with what I write. I do put a lot of value in the feedback that I get because I want to keep people interested. I’ve reached out a few times to feel out where my readers stand in regards to their favorite character, and most readers (the ones that voice their opinions, at least) are in support of either Wooseok or Kino. When I see that, I feel encouraged to include them more heavily in the story.

I’m really walking the line between trying to give readers what they want and also write the content I want to write. I feel comfortable with the work I’ve done and the balance I’ve found so far, and I also feel great about what’s coming up in part 9. I think you’ll find that things are going to start getting back on track for you.

I’m not a professional writer and I’ve never studied fiction writing, so I know that I might make some bad decisions for the story. Admittedly, I have a lot of trouble keeping the big picture in mind and I tend to work pretty granularly from scene to scene. This is just a fun project for me and I’m figuring it out as I go. 🤗 I’ve never written anything of this size before so it’s really been a cool project to tackle.

Anyway, like I said at the beginning, thank you for sharing your thoughts! I really do appreciate hearing what people have to think about my story. I’m learning a lot from writing this fic, and your feedback is all part of that learning process. Thank you so much for sticking with my story, and I really hope that you continue to read!

#anonymous peach #gwen answers #hf

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magicalusuki · 5 years

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progen dragon sharing, inspired by a post by @goannafr that ive had in my drafts since may 12th of this year! wow i am good at being late

varsha- custom progen

so the colors i chose for varsha.... well, i didnt choose them. which is fully. i was in school in the middle of a movie in health class, and id snuck onto my phone and made an fr account because the registration window was about to close and i was going to be busy the rest of the time it was open, or maybe i was just too impatient.

i didnt realize you could even change the colors of the dragon- i just chose the breed and my flight (wind), and actually moved to ice almost immediately after because wind was such an impulse decision.

i actually hated her colors once i realized that i could have picked them myself, because i would have probably made a seafoam/rose dragon. but now i love her. it might have been cool if she at least had a different blue for the wings, so if i could remake her (and assume she got the same tert) i would give her storm wings. it brings out that gray tert in a really cool way and just makes her a biiit more interesting. i mean, look at that! it look great with her apparel, too.

i chose to make her a fae, because i though that they were cute. i didnt like any of the other starter breeds when i joined because i was a coward. i wanted the cutesiest dragons ever, which is funny considering now varsha is super badass

i had like... the vaguest clue of what fr was, because i was in the neopets community and a ton of the blogs i followed were into it, but i didnt really understand it in depth. fun fact! my original username was twinkling.

exaltation

so when i first joined fr, from what i remember we had... very few tert options. i believe we had basic, crackle, underbelly and circuit? and with varsha’s tert being grey, and yukienne’s being denim... basically nothing looked even slightly decent.

on top of this, i really wasnt in the forums or community much at all- so i wasnt aware that maybe exalting your progens wasnt a great plan, and how special they can be. and i certainly wasnt thinking about future genes. i mean, its been 5 years and STILL the best tert for varsha is stained and i dont particularly love any i have for yukienne! ive grown to like stained on varsha, but for real. even irishim couldnt save that grey tert, and i used to be OBSESSED with irishim

.im not against geneing yukienne fully and i have a few options planned, but denim is not.... its not an easy color to work with, which sucks because sky and violet work together so well, and then you have this random greenish-grayish blue. why. which is why he is not gened at all because oh my god. please fr give me something that makes denim purpley ill die for you

this is his current most likely scry but im still... not sold... at least sky is one of my favorite colors on site! hes still a pretty lucky random progen all things considered, i know some people were truly cursed. they also have a pretty okay range, so thats nice! i brought these guys back as quick as possible and was so excited i got the option so do so.

lore and clan roles

in the end, exaltation gave my progens a lot of character- although i was so upset about having done it for literal years, lol. my clan lore felt super weak up until bringing them back.

varsha is clan leader, but im undecided about yukiennes role- all i know is that he did essentially abandon varsha in exaltation and didnt actually fight to earn his right back to this plane, and she resents him for that. i can imagine they did talk initially about him rising up the politcal ladder rather than being involved in the war itself, and i imagine initially he was actually quite gentle and perhaps a bit skittish- she had more pity for him then, and understood he wouldnt fare as well. maybe she even thought it would help his confidence. but seeing him live a bejeweled life as she fought endlessly.... well, thats just not great. on top of it, he sees himself as responsible for their return, not acknowledging varshas efforts, and he does this despite the fact that there was no evidence of it. so yukienne likely doesnt do much in the clan, and i imagine varshas bodyguard- nevara- keeps an eye on him until or if varsha decides hes trustworthy to help. in the end, he doesnt especially want to do things for the clan anyways- he doesnt feel the dedication that varsha does, and though varsha doesnt realize it hes worn himself. hes tired of lies and a political lifestyle, and i dont imagine hes as confident as he might come off- its likely more a force of habit, and in saying it was because of him they got home, he just more than anything wants validation that his suffering was just as painful and he worked just as hard as varsha. but she really cant see that. in her eyes, hes still sitting on a pedestal, lying and spoiled rotten. even if now hes just lost and tired more than anything else.

varsha obviously is very strong willed and stubborn, and sometimes has difficulty empathizing with others- particularly those she perceives as having caused her harm. shes not especially friendly, and a bit paranoid. still she cares a lot about others, particularly her clan members who she views as her responsibility, and so she pushes away her own feelings best she can. shes more prone to trust those from wind than from any other flight, and is working on her distrust of those from ice.

she has a close bond to nevara due to her wind heritage and time spend together on the battlefield, and trusts her deeply. she also deeply trusts aer, the very dragon that first found her and yukienne, and the only from the clan at the time that did not know of her exaltation until it was too late. she appreciates the effort on her behalf to keep the clan in order and understands aer was also very hurt by what her clan members had done, and is glad to have someone from that time who had missed her.

varsha also finds amaryllis sort of cute and charming.the wind heritage probably helps yet again in this case, but even beyond that, she appreciates someone so unfit for the role trying their very hardest to play leader to keep their clan together in her absence. she sees her somewhat like a little sibling, despite not having a large gap in age.

since mako worked so close to both amyrllis and aer during her absence, she was one of the first ice flight members in their clan that she warmed to. with her optimistic and free spirited attitude, and the fact that shes still willing to work in a political position (unlike amaryllis, who was happy to retire) she helps to balance out varshas negative views of people and also is very useful in giving intel and helping create strong bonds between their clan and others, since varsha... would probably never do so on her own, but does see the necessity.

yukienne, at this point, lives a fairly solitary lifestyle. being rejected by the person he admires most as well as feeling he betrayed and failed her, he sees himself unworthy of deeper relationships. at the same time, he is stubborn and unwilling to discuss and feels he doesnt deserve sympathy or to explain his side. all interactions and relationships he has are shallow. at the very least, he is genuinely very proud of his appearance, so thats probably the one thing he has actual confidence in.

#fr #fr tag #flight rising #fr lore #dragon share #my lore #lore #yukienne #my progens #varsha #progens

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happinessinthedarkest-times · 5 years

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avengers endgame reaction (spoilers!!!)

**if youre on mobile scroll fast bc idk if the keep reading works

holy shit holy shit fuck fuck fuck

i am an emotional wreak right now

ahhhhh it was so good im crying still

tony fucking stark my heart i guess ill start there

tony stark i love you three thousand. he got his happy ending with morgan and pepper for 5 years they had 5 years together and he knew that the time heist (lol) would jeopardize that and he still went and helped

that scene where he had it out with steve at the beginning fuck my heart was breaking and i was crying .

i cried a lot in this movie. legit sobbing when nat died but ill get to that

that scene was everything i wanted it to be and perfectly executed. of course hes angry and lashing out because they were supposed to do it together and lose together and the emotion behind that ughh rdj killed it

he literally hands steve his heart the arch reactor

tony and howard ugh everything with them together. tony got closure with his dad

everything tony was great.

steve

he got his happy ending. he got his dance with peggy (now im crying again) fuck. and he PICK UP MJOLNIR omg that scene was amazing and everything i never dreamed could happen when the hammer started moving ughhhh omg i was cheering so loud in the theatre and i dont normally do that. that whole scene ugh theres so much to react to

and he got to say assemble.

ok now from the beginning.

i started to cry literally before it even started. the screen was black and i was already tearing up but when clint and his daughter came up and then his family disappeared i was full on crying.

carol coming in clutch and saving tony and nebula yessss

steve and tony’s conversation right when he gets off the ship was everything i wanted it to be. (crying again) everything.

when they go to thanos’s house thing and thor chops off his arm . its what ive been saying they shouldve done on titan

and then he went for the head!

five.......

years later

fuck them. literally when the ‘five’ came up i was like no no no dont you dare do it dont you dare and then they did it. fuck them

five fucking years?!?! they made them live through 5 years of that trauma?!?!?

nat was everything in this film. she became the leader and keeping track of everything and her moment of breaking down was just so human. she couldnt move on in those 5 years and it just shows how much the avengers had become her family.

scott and cassie omg cassie all grown up made me so emotional

tony and morgan i love you three thousand she is the cutest and sweetest thing

tony fucking stark figured out time travel. he did that.

when tony gives steve his shield back my heart could not take it

the scenes where they were trying to pinpoint the exact time to go back and it was like a sleepover sesh and all the domestic avenger fanfics

going back a little bit

clint killing all the people that should have been killed and deserved to be killed and being a total badass showing up all those people who said he was just really good with an arrow and every scene he has with nat.

‘dont give me hope’

thor. oh where to start. he really did lose everything and he was blaming himself for all that happened so i get where hes coming from. every time you could see him remembering and tormenting himself about what happened broke me. his scene with his mother (crying again)

also hulk/bruce was an interesting choice (not a huge fan of it but ok)

the time traveling

everything about the new york scenes were amazing. the aftermath of the end of the avengers, loki turning into cap for a second, seeing rumlow and sitwell come out, steve getting into the elevator and channeling that winter soldier energy (i was slapping my sister on the arm so hard at this part) hail hydra and outsmarting them all. cap fighting cap “i can do this all day” lmao i was dying ‘bucky is alive” again dying they really nailed it with this. i was worried beforehand because like it would change how we would see the og avengers but i still think it works

also can talk about how tony (and scott) was checking out steves ass????

“i forgot how that suit did nothing for you ass” (be still my heart) “i like to think of it at america’s ass” (or whatever the line was)

loki getting away with the tesseract (is that in this timeline im confused about that hopefully someone will explain bc does that mean loki is alive in this timeline or not? lol)

them going back to the 1970s (do you trust me? i do) and tony meeting howard and introducing himself as howard potts. again i know i talked about howard and tony already but i loved their scenes. and JARVIS FROM AGENT CARTER MAKING AN APPEARANCE OMG

PEGGYYYYYYY (crying) when steve walked into her office (grabbed my sister again) and when he was watching her through the window and you could feel his pain.

thor and rocket are the pairing that i never imagined but amazing none the less. i loved that we got the return of mjolnir here even though idk what that does to the timeline (again who knows at this point)

rhodey and nebula again another pairing i didnt expect but are great together. everything about nebula in this film. she really has a great arch. i was stressing out so hard when the alternate timeline thanos found out that they came from the past. the scene where peter quill is dancing and singing to no music was great.

clint and natasha. this pairing thie duo the og. fuck my heart. when they started going off to vormir i knew. i knew it and i cannot handle it. the whole scene where they are fighting each other to sacrifice themself i was SOBBING. LEGIT SOBBING. ‘let me go’ i loved this so much and also hated it. she deserved her happy ending too. after everything she gave up everything to save those people. her arch is so good too. im excited for her origin. i kinda want to see her when shes a bad guy and killing everyone and her journey to shield. i hope thats what we’ll see in her movie.

but also that scene emotionally fucked me up hard.

the og avengers (minus nat) sitting on the edge of the lake

thor trying to put on the glove and redeem himself (in his own eyes not my own bc he doesnt deserve the shit he gets for not going for the head)

hulk doing it and the calm before the storm where everything goes back before that missile comes firing down.

steve tony and thor facing off with thanos. everything about this scene. tony getting a juice-up from thor and lightning to max out his powers. steve jump kicking on thanos’s ass. thanos beating up thor and steve coming in with FUCKING MJOLNIR AGAIN CANNOT STRESS ENOUGH HOW MUCH I WAS CHEERING AT THIS POINT HE IS WORTHY MY BOY STEVE IS WORTHY

also on that note tony coming up to steve and saying “theres my man” or something and giving him back his shield again.

steve standing there with his broken shield ready to face off with thanos’s army and sam coming in on the comm. and then EVERYONE COMING THRU AND KICKING NAMES AND TAKING ASS

legit cheering and crying so much

valkyrie with her pegasus

shuri with her blasters

peter parker and his reunion with tony was heartbreaking. tony looked so broken and complete at the same time. he got him back.

PEPPER FREAKING POTTS

AVENGERS ASSEMBLE (YEESSSSSSSS)

peter quill’s semi-reunion with gamora and how she doesnt know him but he gets her back

also gamora, nebula and still-evil!nebula was a great scene. nebula killing her past self is some symbolic shit right there AND to protect her sister who she hated

CAROL FUCKING DANVERS COMING TO SAVE THE DAY AND KICK THANOS’S ASS

im sad that she wasn’t in the film as much but i get why they did it and it also makes me really excited for her future films

but carol getting the gauntlet and peter saying “i dont know how youre gonna get through that”

and ALL THE BADASS MCU WOMEN COMING UP BEHIND HER READY TO FIGHT AND REPRESENT FOR THE FEMALES (CRYING)

this is something that couldn’t of been done a few years ago because there weren’t a lot of female superheroes in this universe and just the fact that this scene can make such an impression and become probably one of the most badass scenes of the mcu is one of the best things that came out of this movie.

side note: ‘activate instant kill’ great callback

and then we get to the sacrifice.

i knew it. i expected it. i read it in fanfics.

i was still not prepared.

‘I am inevitable’

‘I AM IRON MAN’

FUCKKKKKKKK they really know how to write these movies.

he knew he would die. he knew he would never see morgan again. but he knew what he had to do.

his character arch from a selfish man to a selfless man has been the most profound and powerful story.

rdj and tony stark have really carried this franchise. they were the start. and it makes sense that his death closes out this era of the mcu.

to rdj: i will never forgive my mom for telling me that she didn’t like you way back when. that really influenced how i thought about you and about tony stark for years. and i limited me from really appreciating and loving iron man and those movies and tony’s character. but as i continued to watch more of you in the mcu and in real life and have seen how you have grown and who you are today, i have so much love and respect for you and your character. im just so upset at the time i lost where i could have fallen even more in love with you. thank you so much for everything you have done over the last 11 years for this franchise. thank you for the time thank you for the memories and the laughs. the journey has been amazing.

the funeral scene with ‘proof that tony stark has a heart’

(also was the the kid from iron man 3 in the back?)

VALKYRIE BECOMING KING (queen? i say king but who knows) of new asgard. look at my killing baby all grown up and being the leader they need.

thor becoming a guardian basically.

also was quill looking for his gamora? where was the gamora from this timeline on the ship? she wasn’t there in the scene so idk

also fighting with knives to see whos in charge lol

im glad people mentioned/mourned for nat too

steve rogers

steve.

i knew he wasn’t coming back.

bucky knew it too.

im wreaked

but at least he got his happy ending. he got his peggy (again idk what that does to her timeline)

captain sam wilson america in the house.

(old steve looks like joe biden or is it just me lol)

they ended it with a steggy dance and kiss

it really was a perfect end to his story and it wrapped up his character really well. he got that life he deserved

to chris evans: as this is probably the last time we will see you as captain america let me thank you too for the years and joy that you have brought to my life. youre it for me. you are the reason i became so invested in this world. when you jumped on the fake grenade i was in it with you. chris you are and will always be the best chris in my heart. your passion for this character and understanding of steve rogers and his motivations have created such a memorable performance. steve rogers will always be the og. he will always have my heart. i am so thankful that you took this opportunity and used it and made this character your own. you live up to the standards that steve holds for himself and i am so excited for your future. i am also so glad that you didn’t die in this movie bc i definitely could not have handled it if i had to watch both my favs die. i love you three thousand.

i literally cried throughout the whole movie. there were laughs, cheers, groans, stress, tears, and love throughout this film. i am so grateful that i am alive during this time in cinematic history. there will never be something as great or momentous as this film. a true culmination of 22 films. its never been done and i doubt itll ever be done again

i am also so impressed and amazed by how well this film turned out. it is just amazing how everything fell into place

im sure ill read other people’s reactions and they will bring up points or problematic things that will taint my view on this movie but i dont want that to ruin my own experience

and for me, this was truly emotionally draining and fulfilling. the feeling of being in that theatre with all those people who love the characters as much as i do and experiencing this film for the first time is something i will never forget.

people talk about how they remember lining up for star wars.

well i remember sobbing my eyes out when nat died, cheering along with everyone when cap picked up mjolnir and whipped thanos’s ass with it and when carol and the rest of the badass women of the mcu ready to kick ass, crying with everyone as the light went out in tony’s chest and eyes, watching as history was made in front of our eyes.

and the end credits with the og avengers getting recognition with their photos and autographs.

i love this franchise and these films and these characters i dont know who i would be without them.

one last thing

thank you to the og avengers. steve tony thor nat clint bruce. chris robert chris scarlett jeremy mark. you will always have a special place in my heart. you were there at the start. you were the reason this all could happen you were the reason i became so invested in these movies. you brought these characters to life and embodied them. you are all so much like your characters the casting is perfect. thank you for your dedication to your work to you fans and to your characters. it means so much that you all stuck through this together and that you are such great friends in real life and i can only hope that one day i can be so lucky as to meet you all and thank you in person.

#please dont read if you havent seen the movie i dont want to spoiler anything for anyone #my post #my reaction #mcu reaction #endgame #avengers endgame #avengers endgame spoilers #endgame spoilers #marvel endgame #spoilers #ae tags #ae #the avengers #avengers tags #the og avengers #dont spoil the endgame

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pigletsbigmovie · 5 years

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endgame spoilers i watched it a couple weeks ago here are my complaints lol

nebula and gamora...... were done so dirty lmao....... i am not surprised, i knew this was gonna happen but still.

i mean i really liked nebula in endgame! i love seeing how far she’s come since gotg! she played a larger role in this film than i was expecting and that was nice!

i just disliked the fact that she ends up killing her past self?? it’s such an example of the problem with these big ensemble films... other characters’ arcs take precedence over other characters and so like while killing her past self makes sense for the overall narrative... it doesnt make sense for nebula’s character arc....

or like how since this the last film in which we’ll be seeing all original avengers together, of course it’s them that are prioritized over other characters which means Of Course it’s tony that ultimately defeats thanos even tho really it makes more sense for thanos to be defeated by nebula and gamora and that would’ve been a rly big development in their arcs but guess not! i guess! no can do!

they tried to make the tony vs thanos conflict this Big Dramatic Thing but in reality it is sooooo impersonal....... which makes the conflict and the resolution of that conflict just not very interesting to me...

like imagine if the gotg films were it’s own franchise. no other marvel movies exist, it’s not connected to anything else, it is it’s own thing. then that would mean the gotg franchise has thanos for itself and those films would be leading up to the defeat of thanos which can be fulfilled by nebula and gamora because theyre protagonists of these films. imagine how satisfying that wouldve been!! like gotg has always focused on themes of family! that franchise ending with nebula and gamora defeating their abusive adoptive father with the help of their new found family wouldve been so emotionally impactful and satisfying!

but nnnoooo instead we get tony vs thanos. they don’t even know each other. they’re just that one guy that got in the way of their desires. just an obstacle. that connection is not deep enough to be interesting

ok i went off on a tangent there but back to nebula killing her past self.... Why. we know that given time, the nebula that we see can change for the better! we know bc we see that nebula right there! our nebula! but nooope instead of getting a powerful scene about nebula literally staring her trauma right in the face and how she feels about that now that she’s grown so much...... she just kills her? i mean she tries to appeal to her? but this past nebula isnt given the time she needs to grow! she’s just killed off with 0 compassion......... and it’s such... a sad and unsatisfying development... like there’s a difference between “letting the past die” and killing your past traumatized self.... like if her past self deserves to die and isnt worthy of compassion then that just goes against our nebula’s entire existence? she is the person she is in the present bc she was shown compassion and was allowed to grow! why is this nebula not deserving of that? it’s literally just bc it’s inconvenient to everyone else... thats awful.

then there’s gamora...... like she finds out about this future in which thanos succeeds in his plan and........... she fucking WAITS???? SHE WAITS TO STOP HIM??? IM SORRY BUT WHHHAAAAT THE FUCK??????

like!!! this is literally around the time in our timeline when gamora enacts her plan to ditch thanos and steal the power stone for herself as soon as she finds out that he’s found it’s location in order to stop it from getting into his hands. you’re telling me that gamora waits A LONG SIGNIFICANT AMOUNT OF TIME after thanos gets all the information he needs to get not just the power stone but ALL THE OTHER INFINITY STONES before attempting to stop him?? YOURE ASKING ME TO BELIEVE THAT?? THAT SHE WOULDNT IMMEDIATELY OR AT LEAST AS SOON AS POSSIBLE TRY TO STOP HIM?

like if i remember correctly, by the time she teams up with future nebula to try to stop thanos, he’s already made significant progress in formulating/enacting his plan to get all the infinity stones..... like she doesnt try to sabotage/steal the information re:time travel in order to keep thanos away from the stones??? it doesnt make sense. it does not make sense that she would wait i cant get over it what the fuck alsooo...... while im glad that gamora isn’t just Dead now and that there’s an alive gamora out and about.... it Upsets me deeply that this isnt our gamora lmao. and this isnt just me being unnecessarily sentimental. it just sucks storytelling wise. gamora underwent so much development from the 1st gotg up to infinity war...... and now all of that is all Gone bc new gamora didn’t experience ANY of that! like saying her development was retconned maybe isn’t exactly true bc all of that development still happened and is Canon but... it’s basically all irrelevant now bc! again! this gamora didnt go through any of it! when peter and gamora reunite in infinity war and peter is emotional and gamora is like What the Fuck? like ha ha yeah funny but...... peter and gamora are very important to each other. theyve been through a lot together. whether or not you like their romance is whatever but them telling each other “i love you” in infinity war was such a HUGH DEAL considering everything they went through as individuals..... and now that development is Gone. and it sucks.

rly i felt all the female characters in endgame got the short end of the stick in this movie :/ like sure theres that One Group Shot... and sure it made whiny men cry so that’s great... it’s cool but like it felt so shallow to me! the bare minimum! very few of the women in that scene actually significantly contributed to the plot of endgame.... like it’s So Easy to put all these women in one shot but it’s a whole other thing entirely to give those women actual Roles in the plot. they even fridged another women in the Literal Exact Same Way they did in infinity war! the exact same way! like the 1st time they did it was unnecessary and unjustifiable to me and then they really went and did it again exactly the same! ALRIGHT! COOL I GUESS!

also captain marvel was so hyped up as being the Key to defeating thanos but the film comes out and i dont think she’s even in it for like 5 minutes total screentime. i mean i wont lie. seeing her fight thanos no problem was really really cool and i loved it but then it lasted what? 10 seconds?

idk it’s just. rly rly easy to give superficial nods to the strength of these women and while, yes, it bothers whiny man babies and isnt harmful... it’s still superficial <:/ like these are just tiny itty bitty baby steps. it’s 2019 please allow female characters to play larger more significant roles in stories..... alluding to their strength is not the same thing as that. hire female writers.

overall i didnt have a Bad Time watching this movie? i actually laughed plenty. all the scenes with scott are wonderful. but overall the movie was just... fine... and left me feeling empty and indifferent like a lot of other mcu films leave me feeling <:) despite it’s faults i enjoyed iw a lot better and so endgame felt anticlimactic to me which is yknow. bad. considering it’s supposed to be a big finale.

sorry to be a big ol No Fun Allowed boy but i mean. the thing that i find so attractive about these films is Character! like ive only rly enjoyed a handful of mcu films but the reason i keep coming to watch the new ones is bc the idea of these characters is so attractive to me! this expansive superhero universe gives a big opportunity to explore a whole bunch of different characters and a whole bunch of different character dynamics. and while for the most part the mcu is good at producing distinct, conceptually interesting characters.... theyre generally not very good at utilizing them and building them up... which is why they leave me feeling empty

#this is rly long im sorry lol #you may be thinking 'hey tenten why do you keepign watching these movies if they disappoint you more often than not'#the answer is: i love disappointing myself #ten2 talks

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pbandjesse · 5 years

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Its my birthday!! Happy 28th birthday to me. This is an especially special birthday because its 2/17/19 and I was born on 2/17/91. And it was very special because i got to spend it with my very favorite boy. I feel so loved and happy and it's just been wonderful.

I slept alright enough last night. James was accidently pushing me off the bed. And that upset me only because I was so tired but I didnt want to wake him up. And we had left the light on and i didn't want it to be anymore. I got up to turn it off and he stole more of the bed. So I had to wake him up enough to move. I slept alright enough.

He got up and went to check out the free breakfast, and I stayed in bed until like 830. I was basically dressed and ready once he got back and we decided to have the free breakfast. It was a little colder today. But no less beautiful.

Breakfast was a waffle but it was sour tasting so i gave up on that, and we just hit the road. To Asbury Park!

A bit farther then James originally thought but thats alright. It was about an hour and it was nice. A calm drive. We Iistened to music and got to the beach around 11.

Once we parked we went to the beach. The sand was very soft and a bit hard to walk on. We collected shells and stones. Some sea glass. Took pictures. I touched the ocean a little. It was beautiful.

We went up onto the boardwalk and went to the pinball museum. We got wrist bands for a half hour of unlimited play and went in.

It was busy but not horribly so. Im not great at pinball but it felt much less high stakes just being able to keep going. We played some non pinball games to. Like ski ball. And some baseball and golf ones. I really liked the pinball ones that you had to knock stuff down and the older ones that had the flippy numbers. I was the best at the golf game though and I had a lot of fun. We really could have stayed if we didnt have other plans. James had fun too. Im really glad we got to go.

We walked back to the main street in search of food. And I got a little upset when we couldn't find somewhere without a crazy long wait. Finally though we found a french patisserie around the corner and it was perfect.

There was live music. Everuthing was black and pretty. They gave us muffins with white chocolate butter and raspberry jam. I got a veggie buger and it was really great and i ate sime sugar cubes because I am a child.

But it was wonderful and I felt really happy.

We left there and headed back to the main street, to the paranormal museum. Its also a book store, so while we were early that was all good. We looked around. Watched some of thr video. And then hsd our tour of the museum.

At first it was just us, but another couple joined us. The girl was very scared of everything and that honestly made it better. She had great reactions. I knew some of the stuff. Like the mourning jewelry and some haunted dolls. But I learned some stuff and the place for sure had some energy about it. Im a believing sceptic if you know what i mean. But i felt very effected by the space. I got to hold one of the haunted dolls and was very jokey about it. But then I started getting hot chills all the way down my chest to my toes. And i didnt want to freak everyone out so i gently told the tour guide and she did some smudging of sage just in case. The feeling went away after that.

It was fun and weird. There was a singing couch. And we got to play with EMF readers and i jokingly said i would check my furby and she set it out a whole bunch. So furbies are haunted just fyi. I had a really good time. At the end though both me and James knocked things over and made a ton of noise and thankfully didn't break anything but we couldnt stop laughing.

We went to some antique places next. Toys and clothes and video games. At the secons location we went to i found a ring with a hand holding a ring and i loved it. I like hands in jewlery. And so James bought that for me. Im going to turn it into a pendant. Its from Germany and it makes me really happy.

We made one more stops for a cupcake and it was messy but really good. And I was happy and in love and it was just really nice.

We drove around the town and saw the big church and all the neat houses and it was just really fun. I had such a good day, a great birthday.

We headed back to our hotel after that. It was a long drive. And we got a little turned around in the dark. James got a little upset at the beginning because we needed gas and were having trouble getting to a place. But it all worked out.

We listened to podcasts. Made one pit stop. And once we got back to town we drove around main street deciding what to eat. We chose an Italian place abd got fries and a salad and pizza, and everything was good. Service still weirdly bad in a fairly empty restaurant. But everyone was nice. And I was tired but with my boy and happy.

And now were at the hotel. Getting ready to sleep. Tomorrow were going to walk around the town a bit before we go to the nature center and then back to Baltimore. James has given me an excellent birthday weekend. And I am so I grateful to him. And to everyone who sent me well wishes and to my family who I love so much. I hope you all sleep easy tonight. Be safe out there!

#ootd #babe #selfie #furby #beach #birthday #happy #boy #sunday

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bkanvas-fairy · 5 years

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Could you tell us a little about your characters?

Y E S !

but due to me having at least over a thousand characters I’ll just give a quick summary of the 25 I manage to dig up over 3 sketchbooks.

Y’all can pick and choose which of them interest yall or who you wanna hear more about!

Also because I’m extra, I made sketch icons for the 25 characters, info under the cut

I’ll talk a bit more about my actual Original Characters first, starting with

Aiko! Otherwise known as Echo

- A marked individual in a steampunk world that gets mixed with magic, because I like both of those things

- Echo runs an underground lab that does helps the underground world with replacing body parts, illegal surgeries etc etc

- Even though she marked, which puts a bounty on her head already, she is well respected by the community for not cheating for your money, stealing your cash, or shanking/killing you mid-surgery

- however, Echo does long for adventure and sometimes do get bored in the lab

oh yeah,, Echo like stealing eyeballs, so if you’re low on cash and wouldn’t mind losing an eye, you know who to call!!

Bonus:

Here’s Echo’s boring, undeveloped sidekick!! I don’t like her and I don’t know how to make her better. Yes, she doesn’t have a name.

here’s my god playboy that left “heaven” due to having an early mid-life crisis, I call him God boi cause;

- He goes by many names!

tbh, he’s probably the closest character I have to being genderfluid/-neutral? I’m not sure,,

- The god has many powers, from lightning to shapeshifting

- The shapeshifting part allows him to change every part of himself, allowing him to change depending on his situation.

- God boyo, or originally Aristide, is obsessed with the idea of perfection. A god should be perfect, if a god is out of line, he is no god.

- Same goes for him, which means whenever something is wrong with him, it affects him, extremely

However, leaving the land of gods to live among humans aren’t all perks

- Aris isn’t immune to diseases or injuries. In fact, he actually fell down and died on impact when he came to earth, being reborn into another child immediately.

- He doesn’t gain his memories back automatically tho!! He has to have a major shock to the brain in order for him to remember his previous lives

- Sometimes the shock isn’t enough either, when you have a thousand over lives, you won’t remember every single one of them. So forgotten lovers coming back to haunt because your brain hates you? That’s everyday for him!

i just,, i like playing with the concepts of god,,

Up next we got Ayeka Himura! A japanese student going to a neighborhood, but still a pretty good, school living close to poverty due to her father’s constant spending habits and obsession with art supplies. With the household lacking a mother due to wacky shenanigans, Ayeka takes care of her two younger siblings and the house, all while maintaining a very well-paid job and slowly loosing interest in actually studying for a good, honest job.

also she likes birds!!

Yes her design is heavily “based” off Toga but I love her current design too much to change it, h e l p

So like,, I suck at chinese and I made ocs that exclusively spoke in chinese to help with that but I’m still stuck at 40~marks

I forgot his scar but remembered his earring i hate myself

my og chinese kiddo! he was was first to come and I love his design ever since

he radiates fuck you energy except the girl below. He’s neighbors with her and they acknowledge each other existence ever since. he has a dumb cliche crush on her and is a bit protective of her because nothing says having issues than latching onto someone that makes you happy

Only this girl got named!! even tho she was the second character.

Li Shen, yes she doesnt have a surname, is apparently main ho now, according to my old oc chart of my “main” ocs

She’s the group’s resident sweetheart and really does not want you to do stupid shit, stop doing stupid shit. She tutors my son up there ^^ even though he’s actually smart and just refuses to do his work properly. But she still deeply cares for him.

As well as the girl below shdifhd

the last girl of the ching chong trio and the reason I had to switch up my son’s design is this girly over here! Her design was too business-y and formal so I enrolled all of them into college. A rich girl who doesn’t know how to deal with her g a y thoughts. Tried sending Li Shen some flowers once. She didn’t realize attaching her name would be a good idea and son got a good laugh.

i like paranormal stuff so they apparently look into that shit in their spare time. They’re all actually really fun characters to do prompts with I swear!! send some in and I’ll write them

I had a previous concept for son and Li Shen before last girl came and if yall want me to talk about it,,, i found my sketchbook with the old ideas,,

NEXT UP IS MY OLD GIRL ELORA!!

Elora herself used to be a fan character but I pulled her out and wow\

cant fucking believe she used to be straight for Vylad

shes the outgoing, fun adventure type! bit of mommy issues here and there tho,, I don’t want to say too much since I have an entire for her +

her now upgraded bro, Vincent

i really like the name vincent,,

also now he has mommy issues

Ead, the knight who used to have armor

I hate drawing armor

he also have issues

AND IRIS MY SWEET GIRL IM SO SORRY

she doesnt have that much issues tho

basically I made elora and her bro have mommy issues, I’m sorry in advance if that spoils anything

I, sometimes, post about these 4 over on @eloradiesismydocsname and its a gay ol’ time

not that gay tho because uhh,, medieval times,, but I need prompts for a modern au of them and I am happy to talk about their personalities and even go semi in-depth for any of them!!

here we have ghoster.png,, which is her file name cause I didn’t name her,,

A horror enthusiast + film student that goes to a supposedly haunted shack to film her upcoming project with the boys. wacky shenanigans occur and the boys left leaving ghoster here to starve and eventually fall to her death. But because it’s my oc i get to bring her back from the dead, now hungry as ever and will fucking eat you, its not a kink thing, shes just that hungry and angry

tax fraud.png

a robo girl that i created during social studies cause they were talking about taxes and i just went, “what if,, a robo runs on taxes,,, and like,, she haunts you down for not paying your taxes,,” thus she was born! I don’t know what to name her but she is set in the future so-

Time to go future-apocalypse style because I love that setting too and was upset that I didn’t have any ocs in that style. So I created Alex A. ! A cybrog filled with memories of the previous generations as a sad attempt to preserve human life.

He’s accompanied by his sister/cousin idr i didn’t draw an icon for her, didnt like her design. they go on a hunt for food and to return with nothing. She gets to meet this other dude who has a plant arm im pretty sure i based him off someone’s elses oc but i cant remember. The 3 are forgotten. Kinda want to bring them back tho.

Neon! A character set in the future utopia of lazy people, where gamers rise up. its the best I can describe her story without getting too deep. She the new hacker on the block, joining the underground gang of elite hackers. She’s another one of those wacky characters that just has fun. I mean, when you know your way around codes and the world you live in is full of it, would you not take advantage of that?

as for fan characters,, uhh,, i have em

STARTING WITH MY WIFE!

Alexzandra Zara oh my god i forgot to draw her necklace and shirt

anyways,, Alexzandra is one of the more older ocs I have that didnt get a big revamp. Only an au I develop to the point I forgot the actual shows and the original cast are a little different from the source haha what? She’s the emotionally unstable german war veteran, yes the wife thing isn’t mutual, and haha shes only 27~. I cling onto her so much?? She’s hits a lot of “edgy” points but I still love her cause idk,, the story I made for her is something I hold dear cause Alexzandra was one of my first ACTUALLY DEVELOPED CHARACTER. Is it wrong to say I hold her really close to my heart? Is that weird? probably a little cringy sorry haha. I probably project a little into her which might have strengthened my love for her ack. Her story delves more into the depression very unstable needs to talk to someone side and i get scared talking about my wife’s story online so uhh, idk ask me specific questions about her, I’ll be more inclined to talk.

Dr Watts! The spoiled ass dick that stole dst Wilson’s house and yes this is a dst oc, yes im slightly sorry.

He’s just fun?? almost ran a blog with him and a friend’s oc. He’s your typical uptight old science gramps that took advantage of the fact that no one knows his real name that he calls himself a doc. He’s not. I put everything about him up to a 9-10? He’s one of those wacky characters and I love him for it! His story is really wonky tho so might need help solidifying that part

and from the angry old man to my sweet man that will adopt you even if you’re noisy or call him ginger. Pilot here is a TF2 OC I made to interact with other tf2 OCs cause some of them are fun and i wanna join in :((

He’s the Canadian stereotype, and yes, he adopted scout, that was one of my character notes.

Like the actual cast of tf2, there’s barely any real story to him. I only gave him a vague I don’t know my past but hey, i fly really really well. He participated in war unlike certain men but he’s still really nice and will only kill you if you hurt his family. Which he doesn’t know so he just considers the cast his family. He keeps mentioning a wife though, pretty sure he doesn’t have one but you do what makes you happy son.

Ai! an oc I HEAVILY revamped oh my god i hate her old vers. So if yall remember my random shouting of missing my og son, Aru. Here’s his bff. cause he barely has any actual friends that give a shit. And I just cant have that. but here’s your yandere revamped into a last minute addition. I actually feel like I did Ai a lot of justice. I don’t want to delve too deep cause I will start making charts. I’ll do that in a separate post if yall are keen

Isamu Aena! a mp100 oc I made by accident cause idk,, I was thinking about lolita fashion and all of a sudden, the actual oc I was going to make turned into a mob psycho oc. She’s one of my few ocs where her sexuality matters (she’s gay yeah) cause it plays a role in her storyline. She went from being “manipulated”/used to Mob’s wingwomen. She spots out things that can help him in the romantic department cause she’s into romance. A student of the school Mob infiltrated and a fantastic tailor, not to mention a pretty decent pyschic. wait where do models get their lolita stuff from,,

im gonna ignore that and move onto Lillian Yi! Who, i swear i did not meant for it, is very close to lloyd. I mean,, none of the ninjas were with him after s3, who you think he’d meet. Lillian is a survivor from the Great Devourour and yes I’m still pissed LEGO stole my backstory for Lillian to use for Harumi. FUCK YOU LEGO, i still love both of em tho,, The event did leave a big scar and it made Lillian job jumping for a bit, ending at Chen’s Noodles in S6~, where ya know,, stuff got better. She was a medalist for gymnastics and continue the activity, even after her parents’ death, to please others. She was already lost at the time so staying in the sport would help, right? Needless to say, after being rejected at a cop academy for youths, or something similar, she gave up for a while but got back into the idea of saving people by using her skills she already had. It helped with the weight and feelings and meeting the green ninja was a very big bonus. Also Lloyd dubbed her the “mysterious stranger” when she refused to speak in fear of her identity, slight shame, and maybe a bit of being star struck. It helped Lloyd too in a sense where he had something to distract him from Zane’s passing.

Their relationship was eventually formed, strong and almost unbreakable, except for harumi but uhh thats a different story. Throughout the seasons, they stayed close and lloyd was always comforted by Lillian went times get ruff.

Also Lillian is my most light-hearted characters and I think that says a lot

Then there’s Nite “I don’t want to be your dad”. A character that is supposed to be in the ninjago world but barely interacts with the main story and only stays in his self contained plot. He was supposed to get a bf but uhhh idk. He’s the master of shifting and streams that online, taking out small crimes, and is actually really shy and doesn’t like interacting with people.

also haha fortnite

Nora Akino, the sin of despair! its an ad thing, I think. She speaks only in a foreign language that only Odin understands and is either big gay for Ava or Maggi, she can’t pick. And yes she did drink the vial, when TITAN attacks your planet and you accidentally die, how else can you meet your family again? also my grandpa walked in and said she looks like royalty. cool-

she wouldn’t leave my hand for like,, 3 days or something

Petri, a fellow troublemaker at camp campbell’s music camp. She managed to pick the camp because apparently a parent who doesn’t acknowledge your hard work don’t read the fine print! Please let David adopt her,,

LASTLY! Yukimaru Atsuko, hero name; Gummie. She goes by Yuki and is a big dick. She’s a studious student but gets more thrills on the actual battlefield. Living with her uptight grandma and her big bottom energy bro, she has the dom energy thing going. and apparently folks on G+, or the people who comment about her, thinks she’s really pretty, which was oddly a thing back before UA. She’s the dick you can like, not like Bakugou but she will definitely want to fight Bakugou.

A gum-related quirk is not full of perks when its only your hands. I’d dive more into her like her insecurities and stuff but I’ve been here for probably 3hrs. Sorry anon.

Also I’m so sorry to anyone who reads this all the way through.

#not an ask #bkanvas' ocs #ocs

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the-marvel-imagines-blog · 6 years

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Madness | Chpt. 5

Requests are Open

Chapter Title: “Thunder in the Rain”

Pairing: Loki x Original Female Character

Word Count: 7,968

Warnings: angst (I mean, when is it not angsty?), new character alert, also some kissing :*

Name Pronunciations: Hjalmar: “He-all-mar” | Aaldir: “All-deer” | Ephinea: “Eh-fin-ee-uh”

A/N: Y’all are my favorite people in the universe. Thank you so much for reading and enjoying what I’m writing. Even if not every chapter is you cup of tea, it means a lot to see that people are leaving likes, messaging me, reblogging, etc. I love you all so much! Also, please note that I have taken and will be taking a lot of creative liberties pertaining to these characters. This will be shown in excess during the upcoming chapters, so I just wanted to give a bit of a warning.

Tagged: @teddyboobear @alledeglyfunny (anyone who wants to be tagged can message me and ask. It’s not a problem at all)

As I walked away from him, a part of me hoped to hear some kind of regret in his voice or anything at all, even. Instead, I heard nothing. He was silent. Maybe I had to do what everyone had been telling me to do all along: let him go. In my heart, I knew what would have been best for me. I knew that I would have been safer and filled with less grief if I let him go and went to Midgard to be with the Avengers and her. I knew that she would undoubtedly fill the void in my heart that Loki left there, as she had been the one to fill it ever since he fell. Still, I felt responsible for him as well as the Nine Realms. I saw the damage he had done to the world we knew as our second home. His suit was black (the absence of light), gold (what had once been my favorite color), and green (his favorite color-the color of my eyes). He attacked the part of Midgard we had last been to together. It was a night of laughter and happiness for both of us and a memory that was now clouded with pain and darkness. He still used the daggers I had given to him before he left for a battle with Thor-a battle Thor talked the Allfather into keeping me out of, as I was still recovering from the last one.

A piece of me wondered if he had a reason. Maybe he truly didn’t care for me anymore, maybe he lied to me all those years, but for what? What did he have to gain from an orphan girl? He was a God, and I was just another Asgardian. There was nothing extraordinary about me. If he wanted to manipulate someone for so long, why wouldn’t he choose someone with more power? I had to believe that it was more than that. I had to believe that there was something else that I just wasn’t seeing clearly. He was still in there. The man I knew was still holding on and fighting back this new version of himself. I didn’t know what happened or what made him turn on me so quickly, but I had a few theories of my own. Perhaps he found out about my secret from Odin that day, but I still didn’t even know how Odin would know in the first place. Maybe he fell out of love with me quicker than I had ever anticipated he could. I didn’t understand, but it wasn’t for me to try to figure out in the middle of the night when I was still sick from the ale that evening.

I made my way up to the training grounds, casting the illusion just long enough to make it past the guards. Once my eyes were dried, I dropped the illusion, finally visible again. I lifted a dulled sword from the rack and walked over to one of the training dummies before taking out every ounce of anger, frustration, and pain on it. I didn’t need to build my skills with the sword anymore. However, I knew to practice regularly to stay nimble. Tonight, however, was simply to hit the dummy as hard as possible to make my muscles sore. I just wanted to make myself tired enough that I could fall asleep for the rest of my life, and if I couldn’t achieve that, I at least wanted to be tired enough that when I laid down in bed, I could fall asleep immediately. I didn’t want to think of his harsh words or the way he glared at me like it was my fault he fell in the first place. I didn’t want to think of the mistakes I had made or the grief I felt over the loss of a man who meant so much to me.

Listening to the loud crack as my sword hit the dummy over and over again helped drown out the sorrow in my heart and the voices in my head that were even more cruel than Loki could ever even hope to be. As I growled, I thought of every moment in my life that I felt anger, every moment I felt alone, every moment I felt weak. I thought of the night he told me he hated me, the fall, when I saw him on Midgard, when I left her, when Tony Stark shed a tear for me, when she cried. There were so many moments, but they all came rushing back as the wall I had built up to keep them away finally broke down and crumbled into nothing. Suddenly, I heard a loud crack and opened my eyes to see that my last swing of the sword had been too successful, as the blade lay broken on the ground.

“For a woman as peaceful as yourself, you sure like breaking swords when you’re angry,” Thor’s voice rang out from behind me.

I whipped around, surprised by his presence. I hadn’t heard him coming, and I certainly didn’t feel him because of my clouded thoughts. As soon as I looked at him, my mind quieted once more. He was a peaceful soul with eyes as deep as the oceans. He leaned against one of the pillars with his arms crossed over his chest. His robes cascaded over his broad shoulders, and he wore a slight grin upon his lips. I shook my head, dropping the handle of the sword, which would be of no more use, “I apologize if I woke you,” I murmured, attempting to walk past him. I was in no mood for speaking as my frustration had not been washed away completely.

He caught my arm before I could pass him, and as my chest continued to heave, he spoke, “you did not wake me, Lady Eva. I figured that after you visited Loki, you would come here,” he said, hinting at the fact that he already knew what I had been up to that night. My mouth gaped open as I searched for any possible explanation other than the one he proposed. Before I could lie, he continued, “my brother has been playing tricks on me since we were children. Do you not think I can tell? Plus, I’ve known you since we were children, and I knew you would go down to see him at some point,” he shrugged.

“I had to. You can be mad, you can tell the Allfather, you can do whatever you need to do, and I won’t be upset. All I ask is that you continue fighting for him the way I have,” I said, straightening my shoulders, “I will accept whatever punishment my King sees fit.”

“Your King will never know,” Thor replied in a hushed but stern voice, “I will not be speaking a word of this to my father. You did what needed to be done, something he doesn’t believe is worth the time or energy. You’ve looked out for my brother since we were kids, and I would’ve been ignorant to believe that you would just stop because of what happened on Midgard. You still see the good in him, and I admire that because I still love him just as much as you do,” he added, “how was he?”

I stepped back over to him, and he released my arm from his grasp. I motioned around the training grounds, “well, I’m out here, so it didn’t go as well as I had anticipated. He’s still hurting, and it continues to break my heart every time I see him. I can feel his pain just as I could before, but it’s amplified.I just don’t know if I can keep doing this to myself, Thor. I don’t know if I can keep trying to save someone who doesn’t want to be saved. It would kill me to abandon him like this. His mind is chaos. He needs a moment of clarity, of peace, but...maybe I can’t give that to him,” I answered the best way I could.

“Who better to show him that moment of clarity than you?” he asked, gazing down at me with eyes that shined like the sun on my darkest day. While every other love I felt paled in comparison to that which I shared with Loki, Thor brought something else into my life, something more beautiful than life itself. He reminded me that life was not about power or status, it was about living. He had a love for all living things that matched my own, and I loved him all the more for it. Thor never pushed me away, “you have done so much for him, Eva. You may not think you’ve done enough, but you’ve done more than everyone else put together. You have sacrificed more than anyone else. All I know is that you need to take fate into your own hands sometimes. Maybe you find that you don’t want to wait for cooperation from Loki or the Allfather. All I know is that you have allowed others to control your destiny for too long, and it’s time for you to take your control back,” he added, “and if you need to talk or cry or scream, you know that I’m always here.”

My eyes filled up with tears, and I pushed them back, having cried more than enough over the situation. It felt like I couldn’t stop since the fall. It was that moment that I made the promise to myself: I would be weak no longer. I would weep over my situation no longer. I could mourn for the man Loki once was or give him no other option other than to accept my help. As my chest continued to heave due to the unchecked frustration, I grabbed the back of Thor’s neck and attacked his lips with my own. It was the only thing that felt right. It only lasted for a second before the shock forced him away from me, and he held me at a short distance. He cleared his throat, color filling his cheeks, “why did-what are you...we can’t do this when you’re still a bit drunk, Eva. I don’t know if this is you or the ale from earlier, but...you aren’t in the right state of mind for this right now,” he noted, chuckling to lighten the mood.

“Does that really matter anymore?” I asked, closing the space between us once more, and he allowed me, “I want this. Do you want this?” I asked, gazing up into his eyes.

He sighed, “you know I do, and you know I’ve wanted this for a long time. There’s a reason I haven’t done anything since we were young, though, Eva. You belong with Loki, and I don’t want to get in the way of that. I love both of you too much to ruin what you have,” he whispered, his arm snaking around my waist, telling a very different story than the one spilling from his lips.

“What do you think you would be ruining? The rubble of our love? Do you think you can shatter heart we shared anymore? Could you kill a flower that was already dead?” I asked, realizing that, while I loved Loki more than life itself, he loved me no longer, “I will love your brother until the day I die, but he has hurt me so much, I think I deserve a moment of happiness. I deserve to remember the sweetness of love, which is something I have forgotten the taste of for so long. Remind me...please,” I begged, grasping onto his robes in a desperate attempt to let him know that I would not hold anything against him.

He searched my eyes for any hesitation that could have been lingering there, but he found none. He found only loneliness and grief. Perhaps he felt sorry for me, or perhaps he was giving into urges that had lain dormant since our childhood. Either way, he kissed me. I threw my arms around his neck as he lifted me off the ground. I wrapped my legs around his waist, grunting lightly when he pressed me against the pillar he had been leaning on only moments ago. His lips were smoother than I had remembered them, and I could feel the areas he bit when he was nervous. As his left hand grasped my thigh, offering me an extra level of support aside from the pillar, his right hand steadied my face as he kissed me with more passion than I’d ever anticipated.

To my disapproval, his lips departed from mine, and he began to sprinkle kisses along my jaw and down to my neck, a place Loki always loved. As I squeezed my eyes shut, I forced the thought of him from my mind and focused on Thor. When he grazed his teeth against my neck, I arched my body into his, feeling a shiver run through me. As I arched into him, his arms wrapped around my body, squeezing me against him hard enough for me to feel every muscle and every crease even through the clothes. For the first time in such a long time, I felt small in someone’s arms. Aaldir, Hjalmar, and Loki always made me feel that way, like I never needed to worry when they were around. However, she had the opposite effect on me. I was the one to make her feel small, the one to protect her. Ever since her, I had not felt like the small one until now.

With one arm still draped over his shoulder, balancing myself, I grabbed his face with my other hand and turned his head so that he was looking into my eyes. I saw joy and desire and so much anticipation. I pressed my lips to his once more before pulling away and trailing kisses along his defined jaw and down to his neck. His hold on me tightened as I ran my lips along a sensitive spot. As I kissed him, he walked us down the hallway toward his chambers. He opened the doors with his back and shut them with his foot. When we were finally in the comfort of his room, he peeled me off of him and pushed me down onto the bed. I chewed on my bottom lip and laughed as his eyes scanned over my body.

Before I could react or speak, he joined me on the bed, nestling his body between my legs and proceeding to kiss me once more. As soon as I felt his warmth, Loki’s face flashed behind my closed eyes. I tried to blink away the tears in my eyes, but it was like he could feel my hesitance. He pulled away from the kisses and pushed himself off of me in an attempt to figure out where he had gone wrong. I shook my head, trying to collect myself, but I was failing miserably. The promise I made to myself such a short time ago was already being broken as I began to cry, “I’m sorry, Thor. I’m sorry,” I broke down, hiding my face in my hands. I felt so much guilt in that moment, so much anger at myself for being so stupid as to believe that I could just replace the love I received from Loki.

As soon as I began to cry, Thor crawled over to me and wrapped me up in his strong arms, “I know that you don’t want to hear this right now, but as your friend, I need to say it,” he stated as my body quivered and trembled in the arms of the man I wished I was meant to be with. If I was destined to be with Thor, my life would have been so much easier because he would have loved me from the very beginning until the very end. I wouldn’t have felt this pain. Maybe I was just cursed, though. Maybe it was my fault that Loki was hurt the way he was. Maybe I was at the center of his pain. Before my mind could continue down the darkened trail any further, Thor spoke, “I love you, Eva. I have loved you since before I can remember, and I’ve never stopped loving you. For a long time, I wished that you chose me instead of Loki. I wished that you would find happiness with me, but I always knew that you two were meant for each other. Even though it kills me to say it, you and I don’t belong together. You belong with Loki. You always have. And I can’t let my love for you ruin your relationship anymore than it already has,” he said, grief clear in his deep voice.

I shook my head, wiping my tears away as I found the strength to gaze up at him, “you didn’t ruin our relationship, Thor. You had nothing to do with this,” I murmured.

He sighed, “there’s something I need to tell you.”

*Thor’s POV*

I had been more surprised that she stayed after I told her the story of that day, more surprised than I was that she didn’t try to hit me. Instead, we shed tears together, and I sat with her until she fell asleep. After I told her what happened and apologized profusely, she lessened my guilt by being adamant about how it wasn’t my fault. Still, I could see the pain the truth brought her. She was heartbroken, and she went to sleep that way. A piece of me wished I had kept it from her, but it had been two years of her questioning why Loki turned his back on her, and I knew the truth.

Unable to sleep, I found myself with Heimdall in the Bifrost. Though even looking at the Bifrost brought Eva a sense of misery, she spent much time in the very spot I was standing, and I knew that it was because the her fear and sadness over that fateful day paled in comparison to love she had for the Midgardians and...her. She asked about them often, and Heimdall would always fill her in on the health and well-being of each of them. She was always the most concerned about Tony, the two of them having a special connection that I could not understand. Steve also held a special place in her heart, which I could understand much more. He was a soldier and always put the needs of everyone else above his own. He didn’t like to fight, but he did so that others could know peace. Eva did the same.

As I stood next to Heimdall, staring out at the stars, I felt his gaze shift over to me for a fraction of a second, “you told her,” he noted, clearly having cast his gaze upon us when he felt her distress. The two of them were connected the same way her and I were connected. It paled in comparison to Loki’s connection to her, but we could feel when something wasn’t quite right.

I nodded my head, “I didn’t know what else to do. I couldn’t keep it from her any longer. She deserved to know the truth,” I insisted, feeling guilty that I brought her to an even deeper level of grief but feeling hopeful that it would help her see the truth, that she had done nothing wrong, “she’s become far more destructive since Hjalmar’s death, and I sensed that she was spiraling. She’s lost so much. She blames herself for Hjalmar’s death, and she blames herself for Aaldir’s sorrow. She blames herself for Loki’s turn and believed it to have been her fault, like she could’ve stopped him from wreaking havoc on Midgard. She had every right to know the truth,” I added

“You are not wrong,” he stated, gazing back out at the stars, “she sacrificed so much for Loki, but I fear that she will now try even harder to free him, even if it means committing treason. She has no reason to show the Allfather anymore respect, for she now knows that he played a pivotal role in pushing your brother over the edge,” he added, and I gazed over at his solemn expression. He lowered his grief-stricken eyes, “I fear for her safety if she tries to disobey the orders of the King.”

“You have my word that I will do everything in my power to keep her from doing anything reckless, but she has never listened to me the way she listened to Hjalmar,” I said, thinking of one of my dearest friends, “how is he?” I asked, hoping for some words of comfort about Hjalmar’s new home in Valhalla.

Heimdall sighed, “I...cannot see him,” he confessed, hesitant to speak the words to me. I furrowed my eyebrows, confused as to how the gatekeeper and the guardian of the Nine Realms could lose track of someone. Before I could ask any questions, he turned his haunting gaze upon me, “I have searched for him, hoping to regale Eva with some stories of him when she came; however, I have not found him. I have searched every realm, every planet, every moon. I have searched the entirety of Valhalla, and I even looked for him in the Realm of the Dead. Still, I have found nothing,” he said, turning back to the stars, “I suggest keeping this between us for the time being. There is no need to put her through anymore pain right now,” he stated, strongly.

I nodded my head, “but what if she comes to you and asks about him?”

He frowned, the mere thought of it bringing a sour taste to his mouth, “then I will be forced to break the heart of a princess.”

*1 week later*

After another night spent watching over Eva and getting barely any sleep, I found myself standing beside my father, the man who was the cause of so much of her grief. She knew it now. She knew what he had done, and while I was surprised that she didn’t hate me for the role I had to play in Loki’s downfall, I was unsure of how generous she would be with my father. The two of us watched her as she practically danced around the training grounds with Sif and Ephinea. She hated fighting, but there was a side of her that came out when she fought that I had never seen before. She was skilled in battle the way no other man or woman could ever even hope to be. She blocked the attacks from each of the goddesses, and the two of them pulled no punches. Sif and Ephinea never went easy on Eva, so for Eva to hold her own against the Goddess of War and the Goddess of Strength, respectively, said so much about her skills.

As gracefully as she blocked what would have been a “finishing blow” from Ephinea, she began to take the offensive, swinging the dulled swords and moving like the ocean. I had gotten the chance to see her on the battlefield so many times throughout my life, and it always left me in awe. She had a plethora of her own weapons, many of which Aaldir had crafted for her or helped in the crafting process. He had given her two short swords that she used on occasion, and he also gave her the greatsword she used most of the time. Loki had gifted her a set of daggers, which were delicately crafted but stronger than anyone could anticipate due to their beauty. She danced around Sif and Ephinea, fighting both of them and successfully knocking them down and finishing them. After her success, she helped them back up onto their feet before starting again. I glanced over at my father, “she has grown far more skilled in the art of battle than even you could have anticipated,” I smiled, gesturing to her.

He nodded, a faint smile tugging at his lips underneath his beard, “if this is how you plan to sway my mind on the matters she has brought up time and again, it will not work,” he reminded me.

I shrugged my shoulders, “it wasn’t my intention, but it would’ve been nice,” I stated, gazing upon the girl who was so strong but so broken, “she has a point, you know...about Loki,” I murmured, wanting my words to be between us. I watched as his eyebrows raised in shock, which was understandable as I had always been fairly quiet on the matter, never explicitly taking anyone’s side, “I don’t believe you to be delusional, which is why I think you know-as well as she does-that Loki doesn’t belong in the dungeons. He is far more dangerous around people who think like him. His mind was corrupted far more after he fell. Even if we could get him back to the way he was before, when he was only trying to take over the throne, instead of killing hundreds of innocent people on Midgard, it would be better than leaving him down there,” I explained, hoping that he would listen to me with an open heart and open mind, unlike when he listened to Eva make the same case about Loki.

He gazed over at me, the icy blue eye as solemn as ever, “so, you are proposing the same thing? I release Loki into Eva’s care, knowing that he is a weakness for her? Knowing that she could never do what needed to be done if it came to it?” he asked, “I simply implore you to think through every scenario,” he added, sensing that he had offended me.

I narrowed my eyes at him, knowing that he was not completely sincere, “no, you are asking me to doubt her. You are asking me to trust her less, but you don’t know her the way I do. You didn’t see her on Midgard the way I saw her. You have no idea what she has done-the sacrifices she has made-for the good of the Nine Realms, for the good of Asgard. You don’t see what she has given up, but I have,” I growled under my breath, angry that he would try to plant the seed of doubt in my mind.

He shook his head, “I do not wish for you to doubt her, but I do wish for you to look at this from a place of objectivity. If you did, you would have the same doubts I do,” he replied, a voice as calm as the breeze that morning.

“I can look at this objectively, and that’s why I believe she could take on this task. While we cannot go back and rewrite the past, she can turn the tides in our favor. If she were somehow able to turn Loki back to our side, think of what our strength could be with an ally like him! We would be much stronger with him as our ally than with him as our enemy,” I exclaimed, gesturing out at her, “look at her, Father! Truly see her for what she is! She’s no goddess, but she possesses the same skills as one. I don’t think this is coincidence. I truly believe that she is meant to be much more than another Asgardian woman.”

“You have much to learn about her, my son,” he frowned, trying to force a smile and failing. I watched as the look in his eye became distant, like he was revisiting a memory that brought him pain. He tried to push it away, but it lingered there.

I shook my head, “I know all there is to know about her. I know her better than I know myself most of the time,” I chuckled, gazing out at the woman I was in love with. For a long time, I fancied Ephinea and Sif. The two women were stronger than anyone gave them credit for, but I couldn’t talk to them the same way I could talk to Eva. Eva was just...special. I knew every little thing about her, even though I was sure my brother knew far more, things I couldn’t even imagine. I glanced back up at my father, “there’s nothing I don’t know,” I assured him, thinking of the many secrets she had hidden from him, secrets he would never even know.

“There is so much you don’t know about her, so much that you need to know,” he said, a sad smile spreading across his lips as he gazed out at her once more before stepping away from the railing and turning to face down the hallway, “walk with me and learn,” he motioned, and I obeyed, falling in step with him and casting one final glance back at Eva. Once we were far enough away from the prying eyes and ears of everyone else, he began speaking, slowing his pace, “before you or I, before my father and his father before him, Asgard was created. Where once there had been nothing, we received a land of beauty, peace, and salvation. This was the place where the Asgardians could call home, a place that was more beautiful and rich with life than any other, and we took it all for granted,” he explained.

“The land began to dry up. Where there had once been lush forests and beautiful mountains in the distance, it was barren. The Asgardians who lived her long ago took from the world but never thought to give back. They built this city upon her natural beauty, hiding the plentiful gifts she bore to them. The creeks and streams began to dry up. People believed that it was the world’s way of grieving. She had always provided for them, always gave more of herself than they could possibly take, but they did not rejoice as their ancestors once did. They took the gift of life for granted, and they took this realm for granted. They did not thank the world for her blessings, and they did not live their lives the way we were meant to,” he continued.

“The drought of the world continued. Food was more difficult to come by, and we were running out of fresh water. We began sending people to various realms to acquire what we needed and bring it back here. We had already stripped our world of all she had to offer, and we were doing the same with as many others as possible. Life was dwindling, and we were unsure about the future of Asgard,” he said before letting out a long sigh. When I cast my eyes over to his face, I saw that he was reliving a memory that haunted him, and a sadness came over him that I hadn’t seen before, “I had an older brother growing up, a man I’ve never spoken about, a man no one speaks of anymore,” he confessed.

I furrowed my eyebrows, wondering how it could be that an entire piece of Asgard’s history was lost to me, “I forbid his name to be spoken, and there are not many who remember him, not the way I do,” he frowned, “Cul was older, stronger, and much more capable than I was. He believed himself to be the rightful King of Asgard, and when my father-your grandfather-died, Cul took the throne for himself. My father had groomed me to take his place after he died, but my brothers and I allowed Cul to rule because of his promise to keep us as his close advisors, a promise he broke shortly after his coronation. He picked from a group of his loyal followers to be his advisors. It wasn’t until he took the throne that we saw just how twisted he was, how his desire to rule festered into a madness we had never seen before.”

As we walked into the throne room, he stopped and stared up at the golden throne for a long moment, “he ordered that we strip the other planets of their resources, and if we were met with hesitation, we were to take the resources by force. He wanted to make it clear that no one would stand in his way. A part of me wants to believe that he had good intentions, that he wanted to show the Nine Realms that Asgard was still a powerful seat. However, the more he took from other planets, the faster ours was dying, so my brothers and I did what needed to be done. We stopped him,” he said, frowning at the memory. I could tell that it brought him so much pain even recalling it, so I couldn’t imagine the pain he went through when he lived it so long ago, “there was a bloodbath in this throne room. My younger brothers fell that day along with so many others, and it came down to just Cul and I. He had sent his followers away to spare their lives because he knew I wouldn’t kill him, that I would spare his life because of the ancient rules, rules he never followed but rules I couldn’t break,” he explained, glancing back over at me.

I furrowed my eyebrows, “but you broke them on that day?” I guessed, hoping it to be true.

He shook his head, a few strands of white hair falling out of place, “I couldn’t, and it wasn’t because of the ancient rules. I couldn’t kill him because he was my brother, he wasn’t the King of Asgard, not to me. I couldn’t kill him because I could still remember running around the palace with him and getting in trouble for fooling around for too long when I should have been studying battle techniques. Instead, I banished him to the Realm of Death, hoping that Death would be able to do to him what I could not bring myself to do. It was where he belonged. He delivered so many souls to Death that day alone that he deserved to face them all once more,” he said, glancing back over at the throne and narrowing his eyes, “but if I could go back with the knowledge I have now, I would have killed him when I had the chance because-”

Before he could explain his reasoning, a booming voice caused the entirety of Asgard to quake beneath our feet. It was the first time in my life I saw pure fear in my father’s eyes, “Odin!”

*Eva’s POV*

I stood in the courtyard that overlooked the Rainbow Bridge. Thor and Odin stood side-by-side in front of Sif, Ephinea, Fandral, Hogun, Volstagg, and I. Behind us were members of Odin’s kingsguard. While I had not wished to even wake up at all that week-let alone see the Allfather-I stood there out of the love I had for Asgard and my willingness to protect the people from any intruder, including the one that stood before us with his battleaxe strapped to his back. He stood the same height as Hjalmar once did, only slightly taller than the God of Thunder himself. The man before us all held himself like a King with his shoulder straightened and his head held high. He looked massive, like he was a force to be reckoned with. I had never met him, but he looked so oddly familiar to me, like a face I had seen only once before.

Dark brown hair that matched his short beard fell in waves nearly as long as mine, but he pulled the strands from his face and fastened them behind his head to see clearly. Even from our distance, I could see myself clearly in his piercing green eyes. Those eyes were filled with so much anger, so much hatred, but they were still so beautiful and pure...a green that matched the colors of spring. My breath hitched in my throat, and it felt like I was going to suffocate. I knew those eyes. I knew them from somewhere, and when he spoke, I began trembling with unchecked fear, “I am Ezra, son of Cul, and I have been sent here by my father, Cul, son of Bor, the rightful heir to the throne of Asgard. I have been instructed to deliver a message to the usurper, your false king,” he spat out, grimacing at Odin. I was shocked by his words, unsure whether or not they were truthful. I had never heard of Odin having any brothers aside from Vili and Ve, and neither of them had any children of their own. It was clear by the looks on the faces of my comrades that I was not the only one who was confused by his claims.

Even if he did, Odin was our King, and for an outsider to show up in Asgard and insult the throne, it was unacceptable. While I was angry at Odin for justifiable reasons, I did not hate him, and I would still fight to protect Asgard and her people. As I made a motion to step forward, Ephinea put out her hand to hold me back. When I tried to pass her still, she grabbed my arm, making her movements as small and unnoticeable as possible to keep from gaining the attention of the the outsider. She gave my wrist a gentle squeeze, trying to remind me without words that this wasn’t the right time. The small motions still pulled the attention of Ezra, and he glanced over at me in particular. His green eyes scanned over my body, and he smirked, “you’re just itching to kill me, aren’t you?” he asked before glancing back at Odin, “I see why you keep some of your best warriors chained up in the dungeons-like your son. It must be terrifying to have this one roaming around,” he said, gesturing to me.

A fury erupted in my chest as he mentioned Loki. I gritted my teeth, my chest continuing to rise and fall at an alarming rate. Still, I remained silent, not wishing to escalate the situation. Odin spoke up, “did you come here to discuss the population of Asgard’s dungeons, or do you have another motive?” he asked, cocking an eyebrow with a mischievous grin. He was pulling a page out of Loki’s book, smiling in the face of danger. It was one of the things that made me love Loki even more, and it made me see Odin as so much more than I had been willing to in the past. In that moment, he became so much more three-dimensional than ever before. While he had forsaken Loki in the past and made his own mistakes, there was a piece of him that still loved the young trickster. When I saw him find his confidence the way Loki did, it made me think of the impact Loki’s actions must’ve had on the Allfather. While I wished to speak with Odin about it, I knew that this was neither the time nor the place for such discussions.

Ezra cast one more glance over at me with a smirk that made me sick to my stomach, but he turned his attention back to Odin when I grimaced at him, “my father sent me with his demands. In his exile, he has been building allegiances with many people within the Nine Realms and beyond, and I can assure you that none of them are particularly fond of Asgard. They would be willing and able to tear Asgard apart at my father’s command, but he is willing to go about this peacefully,” Ezra stated in a menacing tone.

“And what does Cul want in return for his promise of peace?” Odin inquired.

Ezra chuckled, stepping forward, “he wants the throne back, the throne you stole from him,” he growled, pointing a finger at the Allfather, “he demands you hand over the throne of Asgard, and in return, you will be exiled to the Realm of Death just like you did to him. As I see it, you have two options: you can surrender and meet his demands, which will lead to a peaceful life for your people; or, you can resist, which will lead to our return and the subsequent bloodbath that will take place. Either way, we will take the throne of Asgard, but your decision could save thousands,” Ezra said, offering Odin the ultimatum as if he was in any position to do that. He came to Asgard with no supporters behind him and threatened a King with the entire Asgardian army at his disposal.

Odin smiled at the man in front of him, and I saw the condescending undertones, causing me to smile as well. While I harbored some ill will toward him upon recent news, I could not bring myself to hate him or declare that he was a poor king. He held himself with strength and dignity, which was something that would not work in the strangers favor, “you forget the third option,” he smirked, and Ezra cocked his head, clenching his fists, “it’s where I let your armies come, and I defeat Cul just like I did all those years ago. I had no problem doing it then, and I won’t fail now. You do not look for peace, but I pity you if you try to fight us. We know much about what must be sacrificed to maintain peace, and I do not wish for a war. However, I will do what needs to be done should your father attempt to wage a war against Asgard and her allies,” he explained, “so, you can tell my brother that his proposition was met with resistance.”

Ezra chuckled, stepping even closer to Odin. As soon as he was too close, the entire army behind us drew their weapons, but Odin raised a hand, wishing to entertain the boy for even longer. I listened to the warriors lower their weapons, but they did not put them back in the sheathe. I glanced down at Thor’s hands that were balled up in fists. Ezra leaned in close to Odin and spoke, “well, I came here for your surrender, and I’m not about to leave empty-handed,” he murmured before stepping away from the two of them and pointing at me. Once more, his eyes trailed along every piece of my body before locking eyes with me, “I’ll take that one,” he dictated, closing the space between the two of us.

Before he could stand directly in front of me, Ephinea stepped between the two of us, “try to take her, and I will rip you in half with my bare hands,” she threatened, rage clear in her voice. She had always been like an older sister to me, so it didn’t surprise me that she would react like that to someone who was threatening my safety.

Ezra glanced over at her but then back at me, “call off your dog, pet,” he instructed, cocking his head to the side with a smile filled with false admiration.

I scowled at the nickname he decided to give me, and I felt a chill run down my spine at the thought that I could be traded off to ensure peace, even if that peace would be short-lived. Odin’s stunned silence was not helping ease my troubled thoughts, but I had to act with strength and grace just as I always tried to, just as my father taught me all my life. I raised my hand and rested it upon Ephinea’s shoulder as I stepped out from behind her. She gazed over at me, horrified and flustered because of my actions. She had no idea what I was planning to do or why I was planning to do it, but I offered her a short glance that I hoped would set her mind at ease. When I stepped between her and Ezra, he didn’t break eye contact with me. He smirked, one of his eyes twitching ever so slightly as he narrowed them at me.

He searched my eyes-for what, I didn’t know-and when he didn’t find what he was looking for, he grabbed my chin and brought his face impossibly closer to mine, “tell me, what is it you want, pet? Do you wish for acceptance? Strength? Power? A real family? A place where you belong?” he asked, “I’m sorry to break your heart, but you won’t find any of that here, not with the current ruler. And, what about Loki? I’m sure you want him back, too, don’t you?” he asked, causing my breath to hitch in my throat. How did Ezra know about Loki? How did he know about my deepest desires? As I stared up at him with wide eyes, terrified that he was able to pick me apart so easily. He raised his eyebrows, sympathy crossing over his face, “you have so much to learn, beautiful, and if you cooperate, we’ll give you the answers you seek and the opportunity to live out the rest of your life with Loki,” he murmured before grabbing a fistful of my hair and pulling me even closer to him, “but should you fail, I will find your girl on Midgard and tear her apart in front of you just for fun!” he growled, my heart twisting and shattering into a million pieces before he pushed me down onto the ground.

“THAT’S ENOUGH!” Thor’s loud voice boomed, almost like thunder itself. I could barely think of anything aside from Ezra’s threat. I was paralyzed with fear at the very idea that enemies of Asgard knew about her, that they could use her against me. Thor spoke as I tried to collect myself, “you are sorely mistaken if you think we’ll just hand her over to you. Now, we have entertained this madness for long enough. If you try to take her, you will not live to see another sunrise,” Thor promised, glancing down at me and nodding his head. I knew that I would have nothing to fear with Thor by my side. Even if Odin, for some reason, wanted to send me away, Thor would betray his father just to keep me safe.

Ezra chuckled again, laughing in the face of the God of Thunder, “I haven’t seen a sunrise in nearly 300 years,” he confessed, and a piece of my heart broke for him. I couldn’t help but see small pieces of Loki in him, the anger, the pain, the hate. I had nothing to compare Ezra to, though. I knew the man Loki used to be, so I knew that pieces of him were still alive. Still, everyone could be saved, and that included the enemies of Asgard. Ezra continued, “no matter! I’m used to taking what I want by any means necessary, and I don’t lose,” he said before unsheathing his axe in one swift motion and swinging it down toward Thor.

In the split second it took Ezra to begin the attack, I jumped up to my feet and drew Hellbreaker, one of the many swords my father had helped forge for me. Right before his blade could graze my prince, I stepped in front of it, catching the handle of his battleaxe with the blade of my sword and stopping him from hurting Thor. His eyes widened in clear astonishment. I was sure someone like him didn’t anticipate anything extraordinary, especially not from the person he nicknamed “pet” only moments prior. I pushed him away from the Thor and I, “you don’t lose?” I asked, grinning up at the intruder, “well, neither do I!”

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