#anyway. see you on the other side. time to look at what norwegians are doing
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in the light of morning
#SIGH i've ignored work for long enough#i need to pull together all my courage to tell my manager i want tomorrow off (we got 1 free day to use in december)#it's not even hard?? i'm not doing anything wrong??? but for some reason it makes me stupidly anxious so i've sat on it for weeks#anyway. see you on the other side. time to look at what norwegians are doing#Ardbert#warrior of light#fanart#speedpaint#i draw sometimes#Final Fantasy XIV
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Reader gets really sick and the Chelsea girls looking after her especially her club parents Pernille and Magda.
sick. | Magda and Pernille
“You okay? You look a bit pale.” Pernille scanned you over once she caught sight of you, gaze soft.
“Yeah, i’m fine. Just tired that’s all.”
Truth is you weren’t fine, no where near. In fact you were truthful with the tired part, having stayed up basically all night with your head in your toilet bowl and it feels you needed to stay there though you couldn’t.
Today was an important match, the FA cup final. You wouldn’t allow a silly bug be in the way of winning a trophy with your life-long team, so you tried to stick through it. Run it off maybe.
“Do you need me to warn Emma that you may not be up for it?”
“What do you mean? I’m fine.”
“You look sick, Y/N. Stop lying i can see right through you.” P scolded but quietly, sensing your panic of anyone over hearing you.
“Fine. I’m not feeling 100% but i want to play, let me play and don’t tell Magda. Please.” You admitted begging with your classic puppy eyes as you tried your best to change into your kit without moving your stomach so much.
“Alright.. this conversation never happened.” She caved in, allowing you to do what you think was best whilst rummaging in her bag. “For me though, take some meds and drink more water.”
You nodded as she handed you a pack of paracetamol as well as a spare water bottle before going to find Magda.
You sipped the water throughout the whole time you were in the locker room, waiting to be called up to line up.
Pernille promised not to tell Magda but she knew Magda would know anyway, although it seemed that she wasn’t that entirely bothered seeming as this was one of the last options to win a final trophy with Chelsea.
You were stood in the tunnel and your anxiety started to sky rocket, maybe this wasn’t a good idea. You did gentle breathing exercises as you stared at the floor before being interrupted with someone’s hands on your hips.
“Everything okay?” You heard Maren’s broad Norwegian accent behind you, replying by looking at slightly with a curt nod, not risking opening your mouth.
She couldn’t continue the conversation as you started the walk out, the overwhelming noise of the fans heightened the ongoing discomfort.
The whole first half you were all over the place and you saw the disappointed looks of your teammates. What hurt most was when Magda shouted at you to get a grip, after that you overworked yourself.
You had made it to the half time whistle and you sped-walked into the tunnel knowing that you don’t think you could hold it much longer and slamming the door open.
A few of the subs were already in there waiting for Emma and the others and they all stopped talking when they see you. You didn’t stop to acknowledge them, going straight to the toilets.
You had only just managed to get there in time, not having much privacy as someone opened the block door.
“Y/N? Oh, honey.. it’s okay, let it all out.” Pernille comforted you, having found you flopped on the stall floor with your head practically inside the bowl.
She rubbed her hand down your back as she grimaced at your gagging, whispering soft nothings to try and soothe you.
Your breaths were heavy and your skin was sticky as you laid yourself against the wall.
“Stay here, i’ll go get you some water.” She rubbed your shoulder before exiting the bathrooms all together, seeing Magda waiting by her locker.
“Where’s Y/N?” She asked with her arms crossed, knowing straight away to ask her girlfriend as she’s come quite close to you.
“Mags..” P started, lulling her head to the side.
“I’m not one to go tough on our players but she has done nothing in our favour this whole half.. what’s wrong with her?” Magda complained, the tone of her voice wasn’t unheard by you through the door when you were washing your hands.
“Just.. be calm, okay. Calm down, she’s just not feeling herself right now.”
“Well that’s obvious but she needs to suck it up, we all do when we feel low.”
“No, i mean.. she’s sick, like extremely sick.” She picked up her water bottle as well as yours trying to make her way back to you before she was stopped by Magda again.
“Why is she playing then?”
“She wanted to.”
“So you knew she was sick and still allowed her to play?” She raised her eyebrows at how irresponsible her girlfriend could be and you felt bad, wanting to interrupt.
“Erm..”
“It’s my fault, sorry. Bench me, i know i should not have started. Don’t take it out on P.” You revealed yourself to them both, as pale as a ghost and shivering like you were in the antarctic.
Your presence made Magdas head whip around, sauntering towards you before she placed the back of her hand on your forehead.
“Ouch! You’re burning up, jesus Y/N.” She yanked her hand off your skin, shaking it slightly as she looked at you in shock.
“I’m cold.”
��Oh you poor thing, sit down.” She held her arm around you, rubbing her hand up and down your own as she guided you towards the bench and sitting you down.
Pernille placed a blanket she found around you and pulled her into your side as Magda went to wet one of your cloths to place on your forehead.
Your eyes grew droopy and it was obvious by now the whole team was concerned over your state.
“Maybe we should take her to the medical room, this isn’t just a normal bug.. surely.” P whispered to her girlfriend and she leant her chin on the top of your head from where you began your nap on her shoulder.
Magda thought for a second before she nodded, picking you up into a bridal carry to take you towards the medical room.
You laid asleep in there the rest of the match before you felt a hand stroke your hair and soft whispers.
You groaned slightly as you adjusted your eyes to the light, a blinding headache searing through your head.
“Did we win?”
“Of course we did. Now let’s get you home, you’re coming with us.”
#caits little fics#magda and pernille x reader#magdalena eriksson#pernille harder#woso x reader#woso imagines#woso oneshots#woso ficlets#i had to stop this at one point
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succession s4 e4 recap: ken brings a strap-on to a gunfight
I'M PSYCHIC! I'M PSYCHIC!
^^ from my recap of season 4, episode 1
turns out succession really is channeling their inner CW teen show. translation:
SHIV IS PREGNANT!
what gave it away? her face. oh, and she ordered a club soda with a closed top at the dive bar in episode two. don't think i didn't notice.
anyway, i know she's all poly representation and all, but let's be honest with ourselves: it's toms baby. she's planning her 20 week ultrasound, so i reckon.... italy?
kendall arrives at logan's makeshift wake/board meeting and overhears hugo in the lobby.
now, if you overheard someone saying "you fucked me in the ass with a strap-on" on the phone, would you guess that someone was talking to their daughter?
only on succession.
i'm not going to use space showing you hugos face, so let me summarize: his daughter sold stocks right before the news of logan's death was made public. he tells kendall. kendall has leverage.
now, enough hugo.
MARCIA IS BACK!!!
the girlies love marcia. lying about having intimate conversations with logan every night? we love that.
death truly does become her.
also, did anyone else pick up on the fact that cyd simply said "sorry babe" to kendall as he walked by?
supportive queen!
greg is also trying to be supportive and we collectively join in on the kids giving him serious side eye (or ignoring him altogether).
much like the rest of the roy family, he is incapable of any type of normal hug.
the kids discuss marcia and kerry, and roman notes that he thinks kerry is "in marcias trunk. inside an anaconda. inside a sarcophagus." for a pre-grieved boy who doesn't want to make phone sex jokes about his late dad, he's still got it.
the suits are also there, gathering in the kitchen to look at the china.
just two gal-pals backing each other in business and sitting on each other's faces
tom receives a proper whooping from karl and eats a seafood taco.
i know i should aim higher in my important trade of recaps and give you more detail, but i can't. i shan't. it is what it is.
oh, but important: karl is in on a greek island with his brother-in-law.
and "your wife doesn't even like you" is a wonderful insult.
shiv gives us an accurate representation of what it is like to talk to a swede:
for context, i'm norwegian. the banter is scandi culture.
saying "bad one" when your dad dies? also scandi culture.
willa is truly winning in this episode. she gets logan's apartment, a dig at marcia AND a moneymoon touring the midwest. cheese curds all the way.
and they save a bunch on realtor fees, of course.
the gang finds a piece of paper.
we are getting so much gerri/frank/karl content this season, i am chuffed! yes, sure, the sibling dynamic is interesting, but the gerkrank (?) vibes are strong!
they all make very funny jokes about throwing the piece of paper in the toilet. haha comedy gold.
kendall manages to make his brother and sister laugh for once in his life. all it took was for him to make a joke about their dad not being a pedo.
i'm going to make obit decoding my new thing.
a summary of logan:
threw phones at staff
racist
racist, again
relaxed about sexual assault
never payed a penny of tax
not a pedo
wouldn't even hug his grandkids
kendall's name is on the piece of paper. i reckon it's from around early season 1 times, maybe even before then.
it's not certain if the name has been underlined or crossed out. (but really, does logan strike you as the type of man who would underline anything?)
greg is also mentioned with a bunch of ????? and the big bozo deigns to suggest he might be logan's #2.
frank reacts appropriately:
they keep putting roman and gerri in the same frame.
AS IF i wouldn't notice. i see you, lorene. doing the lords work.
they rag on greg some more. it's a doodle, fuckface.
ken shares a moment with his #1 dad.
frank: he was an old bastard and he loved you
me: sobbing
ken realizing he wants back in? that's self-destruction, bby!
shiv continues to hit rock bottom....
with a lil pregnancy hint and some narcisissm, framing it as if she's the only one who lost something she cared about.
but is she talking about logan? or tom? or none? or both?
i need a shiv redemption arc soon. it's beginning to feel so sexist, and not in a critique kind of way.
spooky embryo mencken is on his way to join the rest of the right wing crazies in logans eulogy.
if you are in need of motivation, work every day in your life to ensure a right wing guy will never feel inclined to do a speech at your funeral.
or, live a life that will make greg never want to talk to you. ever.
we all know tom wishes he'd taken that route.
sandy is smiling at logan being dead. sandy is us<3
why is this sex party so sad?
marcia sends kerry in a taxi to a subway so she can go home to her little apartment.
last time we see her, or does she have an unborn baby up her sleeve?
<3 roman showing kerry kindness and then immediately shitting on tom's redemption tour <3
wambsgans deserves to grovel.
stewy is a softie when it comes to ken.
his pubes got a little singed last time, but they are in love.
willa is enjoying her new apartment, as she should.
her mom is me at a buffet.
shiv gets shivved as her brothers decide to take on the role of CEO without her.
redemption arc! redemption arc! redemption arc!
obligatory screengrab that is just in here because gerri looks cute:
i couldn't even bother coming up with an excuse for this one.
chant with me: STE-WY! STE-WY! STE-WY!
power move from a power bottom. jk he is obvi a top.
and with stewy in the room, the power dynamic shifts to favor the siblings.
gerri makes a very slight move, but backs up immediately.
(don't think i don't notice that roman is still in this frame, guys. it's dark, but i notice.)
ken and his homey romey are the new interim CEOs. we all know what a thankful job that is...
shiv trips and falls and i want to kms.
do i need to chant again?
please, for the love of god, give shiv a win. the baby is not a win.
hugo and karolina suggest to the newly appointed CEOs that they throw their dead dad under the bus. roman reacts the way an emotionally mature person would:
utter distain.
ken, however, does not.
this photo will be in his phone and in his subconscience forever. the question of whether his dad loved him or not anthropomorphized.
so he tells hugo to go ahead with the "shit on logan roy" communcation strategy.
it's what his father would do.
he is pleased. and we, my girlies, are one step closer to kendall having a full godfather-like arc.
pretty sure i predicted that too, back in the day.
or is episode 4 too early to peak for our dear ken? time will tell.
next week: the gang travels to norway and i go absolutely bonkers.
#succession spoilers#succession hbo#succession#succession recap#succession season 4#sarah snook#shiv roy#kendall roy#jeremy strong#hugo baker#fisher stevens#marcia roy#hiam abbass#roman roy#kieran culkin#greg hirsch#nicholas braun#gerri kellman#j. smith cameron#karolina novotney#dagmara dominczyk#frank vernon#peter friedman#karl muller#david rasche#tom wambsgans#matthew macfadyen#connor roy#alan ruck#sandy furness
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pLEASE unleash your gatling gun rant on me... I am SO obsessed with things being accurate. I need to know what they got wrong and I love reading people just go off about this kind of stuff 👉👈
OKAY ALRIGHT Just remember you asked for this!!!
I've been thinking about this for SO LONG okay, so, backstory, back in early June I released a chapter for my fic that deals with that Pinkerton attack in Lakay, and part of that mission, you get to fuck around with a Gatling gun, right? It's not the first time we're fucking around with a Gatling gun, BUT, this is the chapter where I decided to sit down and do some preliminary research! I'm Norwegian and not super acquainted with guns in general, so researching them for my writing has been like a fun little thing I do sometimes.
Anyway, I realized that the guns they keep calling Gatlings are actually Maxim machine guns?? Idk if it’s slang or gang members genuinely not knowing better/the difference or what, because the characters keep calling them Gatlings, but even the game text has them labeled as Maxims! And if you're wondering what the difference is, it's actually a pretty big one!!
Gatlings have a CRANK, you know the old timey ones with wheels, where they have to crank a lever to keep firing bullets? THOSE are the Gatlings, they had the bullet chamber on top of the gun, and revolutionized warfare with how rapid-fire they shot -- the 1862 iteration can do 24 rounds in 5 seconds, according to a youtube video I found! Meaning just under 300 rounds a minute, if they'd been sustainable. BUT that was BEFORE 1882, when they improved the gun so it could sustain fire while being reloaded, upping round per minute to 400!!! Though I assume that implies a second person TO reload the gun, like I'm sure you've seen in movies that're supposed to be from around this era. Idk I'm not actually a gun expert but that's what makes sense to me.
Anyway, the Maxim gun does NOT have a hand-lever function, it actually has a trigger that you push in, a toggle lock, and steer around with handles. It also has a belt-feeding system from the side, and could fire up to 600 rounds per minute! (It COULD be operated by a lone person, though in war it was more common to have a team dealing with these too.)
So, mechanically, the Maxim gun is EXACTLY the make of which the machine guns you deal with in RDR2 are! You don't really have to deal with a crank, there are no wheels, and while they've removed the reloading issue from these guns entirely in the missions you have access to them, it still CLEARLY follows the Maxim-make in terms of where the ammo is being fed into it's side -- it has a box attached to it's side where you can SEE the belt being pulled from it and into the gun and the used casing being spit out at the other side (I played the Lakay mission several times writing that chapter, I LOOKED).
Let me tell you when I was doing this research and writing that chapter, I was SO ticked off about this mixup!! I was like "What do you do with that? What do I do about that, at this point? Rewrite the chapters/scenes prior where these guns have made an appearance? Just say fuck it?" Spoiler, I ended up saying fuck it and adhering to the Gatling gun name even though it IS CLEARLY NOT!!!!!
It’s such a minor thing that’s wrong too but I need you to understand that I’ve been thinking about this for months now. I cannot let it go. It haunts me. I am Captain Ahab aboard his ship, going mad in my search for the white whale, which in this instance is an understanding of what the fuck happened with the Gatling/Maxim gun mixup in RDR2.
#asks#red dead redemption 2#rdr2#teki talks#red dead redemption#long post#MY PROPENSITY TO RANT KNOWS NO BOUNDS#(thank you for asking though im not overblowing it when i say ive been thinking abt this for so fucking long)#rdr thoughts#rdr asks#meta asks
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I see why Clem is Contained within his Clemclosure. HOKAY. So what's going on with Amundsen, Nansen, and Johansen? (Also you by no means have to continute to humor my nonsense but you are full of ARCTIC TEA and I'm genuinely so interested.)
SO FIRST OF ALL IT MUST BE SAID I MADE A MAJOR MISTAKE IN THAT CORNER and this is how it should have looked actually (i left out the line between amundsen and nansen):
as you can see there between amundsen and nansen it says "end-stage M&Ms decay." that probably makes no sense so let me back it up. "wanting daddy's M&Ms" is a reference to this succession parody video that has long since curdled into a general way of referring to like. erotically-tinged approval-seeking from a superior????
anyway. i am not by any means a norwegian guys expert so this will not be hugely detailed BUT. this is the basics.... and if you want more detail check out the last viking by stephen brown!
fridtjof nansen was The Big Man in polar exploration, ever since he made the first crossing of greenland on skis when he was only 27 in 1888. incidentally he was big sexy
after greenland, he had the ship Fram purpose-built to survive being trapped in the pack ice and proceeded to head north in 1893 and well, get it trapped in the pack ice. using this unorthodox method he planned to drift with the pack and reach a new furthest north record, and maybe even make it to the pole.
hjalmer johansen, an athlete, skier, & dog driver, was on this expedition, and nansen chose him to accompany him when he left the ship in the middle of the drift (2 years into the expedition) to make a dash for the pole. using dogs and skis they reached 86º14' which was a major record for the time!!!
of course they couldn't... go back to the ship... bc it had drifted while they were gone. so they ended up having the incredible luck to come across Franz Josef Land, an archipelago in the russian arctic, on their way south and ended up wintering there. EVEN CRAZIER, when they left again in the spring they ran into ANOTHER EXPEDITION—the jackson-harmsworth expedition happened to be hanging out in franz josef land too!
(a posed photo they took a couple days later lolol i love it)
sooo ok. furthest north, big deal, blah blah. nansen was now a national and international hero, rich and famous, and took up a professorship to focus on compiling the expedition's scientific reports. he became the Dude Everyone Came To Ask For Polar Advice From - advice which he handed out pretty freely (though not everyone listened... akdjhsdfsfsdf)
roald amundsen had been inspired by nansen since he was young and the man was pretty much his all-time idol. after amundsen's successful transit of the northwest passage in 1906, he was interested in finally pursuing his lifelong dream of being first to the north pole. he was able to convince nansen to let him use the fram to do another north polar drift, and try to make it all the way to the "big nail."
nansen was like ok sure :) as long as you take my buddy johansen :)))) who could really use a gig :)))))))))))
johansen had been uuuhhhh not doing great in the years since getting back from the first fram expedition.
but WHOOPS - in the middle of amundsen's preparations, in 1909, cook and peary happened. ("happened" lol) soooo the north pole was out of the question—at least as far as being first went, and that's p much what mattered to amundsen. it had to be south.
but amundsen couldn't just TELL everyone he was going south. for ummm a lot of reasons mostly related to funding and not wanting all the donors (incl the government) to pull out of the expedition and stop him from going altogether.
and that included... nansen!!!!!!! he literally didn't tell nansen he was taking HIS ship to the complete other side of the planet. bc nansen might have been like "no u cant"
anyway nansen was ok with it when he eventually found out, BUT literally nobody else was lol.
ok fast forward a bit and DURING amundsen's actual south pole expedition johansen was causing a lot of trouble. he and amundsen experienced so much friction that amundsen ended up leaving him out of the final polar party as punishment.
when they return from the south pole to australia, amundsen dismissed johansen from the expedition immediately and ordered him to return to norway separately.
within two years he had committed suicide.
:(
during amundsen's lengthy speaking tour to celebrate his south pole victory, nansen (the consummate scientist and diplomat) is like. ok roald buuuut you really really really have to do that north polar drift now even though they've already been to the north pole. bc you said you would!!!!!!!!!!!
let it be known roald really did not want to lol and kept putting it off and eventually it became his most Cringe Fail Expedition of all time aka the Maud expedition.
his relationship with nansen was complex until the end of his life especially when nansen had to play diplomatic damage control due to some rancid stuff roald published in his memoir. and then nansen outlived him!!!!! and gave his eulogy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! [YELLS]
weirdly there's not a lot of pictures of them together but here's a snap from the belgica expedition that im obsessed with bc de gerlache looks like he's about to shit himself standing next to nansen who's like, radiating tinder profile pic vibes. and roald is over there on the right staring into the middle distance like . The M&Ms. They Are Within My Reach. Stay Cool. Girl U Got This.
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Like the morning before TJ was Tord's alarm clock. By sitting on him.
Oof! Really? Tord groaned.
You my seat now. TJ said as Tord checked the time.
It was just getting 5 but Corporal Aunan is very keen on being early.
He groaned getting up and getting changed (TJ dressed himself).
Edd walked to the living room drinking a cola.
Tord slipped it away the can.
Hey, What are you... Tord got an elbow to the stomach. Tord groaned as Edd took back the cola. TJ laughed so hard he was on the floor. Tord managed to swallow the cola.
It was that funny, TJ. Tord said.
Touch my cola again and you'll get far worst then that. Edd said.
It wasn't that, I didn't want to choke. Tord said.
Sure, pal. Don't touch my cola. Edd said.
That's how most of the clones died. Edd blow the Edd clone who took the last cola's head with a shot gun then most of the clones died. You got lucky. TJ said as he paddled to put up
Then how are you still here? Edd said.
Simple, I told Edd to run and ran also getting shot in the shoulder by that asshole. Then Edd found me and helped. I'm Indebted to him. So I want to go back! TJ said.
I know you been saying that since you could talk! Anyways, we'll be back late again. Hopefully we finish today because I want it too. Also the radio will be deemed useless to you because we'll be talking in code in it because there's a group listing. Also... Tom walked in Tord grabbed him and sat him in the chair.
STAY! Tord said.
Really? Tom said.
Yes, you embarrassed me yesterday! Tord said.
And tipped my water bottle to spill on me getting me all wet! TJ said.
What? Tom! Edd said as Tord slipped on his boots.
Yeah, yeah. Tom said
Wait, no breakfast? TJ said in Norwegian popping up beside him.
We'll eat when we get there. Tord said in Norwegian.
Glad to know you just crash here and do I don't... Do what you did your first few days? Anyways, see you. Tord interrupted.
You will call like you did yesterday? Edd said.
Yep, stay out of trouble. Tord said and slipped out the door. About to run to vehicle but like he was looking at a mirror their was a man with light brown hair burgundy button up. Jeans and shoes.
Um, hi. You must be Tod? The man said in an American accent stopping Tord.
I'm Tord. There's an R in my name.Tord said trying to leave but he fallowed him from the other side of the fence
I'm Todd... you have an accent?He said.
I'm Norwegian. Tord said wanting to be left alone
Obviously. I'm American. From Texas. Your part of the military. I'm actually part of the Navy. I just came back yesterday. Todd said
I would like to talk but I'm going to be late. I have to go. Tord said trying to keep his cool (but he wanted to punch him so badly) buckling TJ who stared at Todd.
Yeah, alright. I don't want to have bad blood like the others. Todd said.
Me nether. Tord said as Corporal Aunan voice told him to hurry up (he was acting early since the sun was just rising.
I'm coming. He said in Norwegian.
I would be careful, there are zombies around, don't want you to turn into one. Tord said getting in.
Ah, good to know. Todd said.
Tord drove off.
Tord lit a cigarette and got out .
I thought you were cutting back. TJ said as he opened the door to find the three year old standing there before hoping down to the ground.
Talking to that guy, I needed one. Tord sighed getting yelled at by Corporal Aunan again. Tord put out the cigarette and entered with TJ paddling at his side.
Morning. that woman behind the desk said with a smile.
Morning, Anne. TJ said, Tord raising an eye brow at him. This was the first time he entered the hotel.
Oh my God! Aren't you a little cutie!? "Anne" said as they walked away
do I even want to know? Tord said to TJ who looked up.
about what? Uppies. TJ said as they came to stairs.
Tord rolled his eyes and picked him up and went to the room knocking a secret knock before being let in.
Your early. Private Hermansen said giving Corporal Aunan a look.
They sat together and came up the code before eating at the dinner down stairs (yes, Tord got his bacon) before going out in the same formation as the day before even TJ getting his handgun again, they even parked in shade for TJ and the Lieutenant which helped TJ because he's could shoot into the forest himself.
They rarely used the radio and there weren't any sign of the other group up until 3 pm. When TJ gave a warning of seeing "evil Tord" (yep, there's goes the last of Tord's reputation)
They did it and even found the second half of the plane.
The were supposed to leave until they found the tires of the semi destroyed.
Great!
They hide the equipment. Tord and TJ (after trying to get a hold of Edd) returned back to Edd's place.
I'm back! Tord called and TJ put on the news after taking off his shoes and little black jacket.
Edd? Tord said looking in his room finding no Edd. Matt? No Matt. Tom? No Tom.
Where did they... there was a note.
Tord,
Went out for groceries. I figured we'd get more food after TJ commented on our bread (which was pretty gross) and I realized we had no bacon or cola! :(
We'll try to come home as fast as we could.
Edd
Ps. I got Tom under my and Matt's watchful eyes.
Oh, ok. Tord said with a sigh before realizing... this isn't Edd's handwriting.
Oh? TJ said popping up beside him on a chair.
Hello, Tord. He heard his own voice say.
What did you do!? See he evil! You always dobt me but he's bad! TJ said fleeing to the TV popping up nto front of it as Tord watched the screen trying to listen.
Basically "I have your friends! Never seeing them again." Blah, blah, blah.
Tord! What are we going to do? TJ said as Tord walked down the hall moving a framed photograph (he was glad they hadn't found it) revealing lever.
What are you doing? TJ said climbing up Tord to sit on his back as Tord pulled the lever.
A hissing sound came from Tom's room. Tord watched as the wall opened revealing his old lab.
Tord walked to it and slipped behind the computer and after some typing. A map of the world came up before zooming into London then a dot showed up in building that looked like a warehouse.
Putting a tracker on Tom came in handy... surprised he hadn't noticed after all these years. Tord said with a shrug before looked to TJ picking up the toddler glancing at Blue prints of a monster, he doesn't remember why he did it but he did. With lasting consequences but that's for future Tord to worry about.
It could be a trap. TJ said as Tord closed his lab again.
I wouldn't be surprised. Tord said taking more weapons and changing his clothes to all black (his old black coat with t-shirt under it and black camo and lighter boots that did clomp) as did TJ but this is one mission he'll not be part of... but also he can't leave him.
Tord slipped out with TJ on his back and ran to the vehicle and drove off the neighbors were out but Tord was in the mood he needed to save his friends.
Part 7 or ???
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What I like about you: your mind and how cute you are (based on what you like and reblog)
About my pet: his name was Gaahl, he was a black hamster named after the former frontman of Norwegian black metal band Gorgoroth. He was my little companion and we were like a pirate and his parrot because I would put him on my shoulder when I would walk around the house. I taught him tricks and to answer when he is called. He loved to eat and the thing he loved the most was to sleep in the nook of my neck while I read a book or took a nap. I feel like he was the definition of my spirit animal. It is truly a fact that pets are like their owners.
Question for you: What is the one thing about you that nobody knows or you haven't told anyone?
Ps. This time is anonymous but I think you know who this is hahaha. ^^
Thank you so much! I really appreciate this! I don’t think anyone has ever said they like my mind so this is quite the compliment (and also fascinating to me)! ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ♡
You should make a little picture book story about your hamster! I’m actually sobbing right now. It’s so wholesome and my heart feels so filled with love! (˚ ˃̣̣̥⌓˂̣̣̥ )づ♡ I’m sure Gaahl will always be with you no matter how old you are and no matter where you are in your life! As you said, just like a spirit animal trying to help guide you to the right path -`♡´- And I totally agree that pets are like their owners! I always love seeing people’s pets. When I do, I’m mentally connecting all the dots between pet and person. Most of the time I’m like “yes, I see I see. You two match very well” ♡( ˃̶᷇ ‧̫ ˂̶᷆ )♡ Also side note: I gave myself a shock when I switched from my lofi-nighttime music at full volume to listening to a song by Gorgoroth (all at 3am) haha. I gave myself a mini heart attack! Every once in awhile I’ll listen to metal so this will definitely be on my list! ⋆🎧✮⋆
Also, if I told you one thing no one knows about me then I guess it would defeat the point of no one knowing right? (⁎˃ᆺ˂) Just kidding haha. I guess one thing is I’m actually a pretty anxious person. I have no idea what my future looks like and honestly I’m not sure what to do. Although the thing that bothers me the most is I don’t want to disappoint the people around me. It’s easy to say who cares what people think but it’s always easier said than done right? I’m pretty good at keeping these worries internal because I don’t want it to cause problems but it can get difficult (and a little lonely haha). Sometimes I find myself checking in with others and give them advice/words of encouragement because making someone else even a little happy makes me happy too. For now, all I can do is keep my head up, check in on myself, and keep pushing forward. ♡(.◜ω◝.)♡
Anyway, thanks so much for this Anon! It made my day and honestly made me feel a lot better too! (And I think I do know who this is haha! So sweet! (∩˃o˂∩)♡) I hope you’re doing well and having a great day/night! Please stay well and take care! ♡(.◜ω◝.)♡
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I do sometimes wonder why we choose something as our “comfort.” It seems a bit surreal, like, why this thing. For example, my comfort television series is both Mom and Russian Doll.
Mom is a sitcom starring the queen Allison Janney and Anna Ferris. It’s a show about the titular mom reconsolidating with her daughter, but honestly that’s for like - after the third season everything just “shifts.” it then centers around the struggles of middle-age women, and for some reason that’s when I start getting more invested in the show. I do understand on some level that I shouldn’t be relating to this show, or even find it comforting, and yet for some reason I find it incredibly relatable. On the second part, my comfort movie is Arrival, this tale of aliens coming to earth and a woman seeing the death of her future daughter, knowing she cannot do anything to avoid her death. Even I can’t say why I find this movie comforting, maybe it is one of those that you just do - without a real reason for it. And while I am at it, Leon Scott Kennedy is my comforting character, it might just be for some other reason as to why I find him comforting... but I won't get into those today 😚
Tomorrow it’s kind of a big day, not really, or maybe it is, idk. First time going to work and being 100% on my own, nervous and exited, but mostly exited. I’m sure I’ll be fine, it’s not as hard as it looks like, so yes, I’m sure I’ll be fine.
I continued reading Norwegian Wood. I can say that I am getting even more exited to read Kafka by the Shore, another book by the same author. I still think the same about wood, great psychological writing, but the other parts... well, Hurakami certainly has a way of writing, and from what I have seen, he excels more in the fantasy side of things.
Anyhow...
This is getting longer than it should. For more tiny details, I cut my finger :c tiny enough that it's not that visible, but annoying enough my god. Anyway, it's about the feelings besties, about the feelingsssss.
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Aaaa I love matchups, so I hope this is alright! Uh, if it isn't taken then maybe 🖍️ anon? I haven't seen anyone else use it (yet) oh yeah, Obey me is the fandom I'm currently in, so the matcbup would be for that! Thank you!
I guess I identify as non-binary? I don't care much for my own gender, so I mostly go by any and all pronouns (My friends call me gender evil as a joke. I'm not that short , roughly 5"2 (160 cm) I present mostly androgynous, but I have moments where I dress very feminine, as a treat. O don't know much about the personality stuff, other than I am a INTP, also a Capricorn - if that means anything ; v ; I have social anxiety, so I stay away from social events, but I usually manage fine in other situations or if I'm with someone I trust. Also I have piercings and dyed hair, I don't know, if that's needed but it's here!
I draw a lot (hence the 🖍️) and spend most of my time doodling and drawing for my own entertainment and for my friends. I also like to watch funky fact videos about random stuff, just for haha funny knowledge.
I see myself as funny, as I can laugh at my own jokes, and other people seem to like them too. Tho I consider myself a bit of a gremlin, with the whole being short , kinda rude and being a jester. I'm kinda absent minded, and mostly speak in memes since it's easy - as English is not my native language (this also makes me switch between languages a bit, the other language being Norwegian) my humor ranges from bad puns and dad jokes to dark humor. If it doesn't hurt anyone, I can laugh at it.
I guess that makes me kinda chaotic? But I do have moments of extreme calm, I study business - so im well versed with Excel and similar software, being serious is something I can easily switch to when needed, which can kinda put some people off.
I dont know the new ones yet so, I don't mind if matched but I wouldn't understand any of it. :v
Hopefully this is alright! Thank you again! ^^
(Kay so it's the perfect time for me to finish this, because we reached 666 followers. Anyway, I heard chaos gremlin and I knew exactly who you should be paired with 😂 Also, that's so badass that you know multiple languages, I'm so jealous of people who are bilingual 😭. Anyway ...)
I match you with Mammon.
Let's start with your serious side. It is canon that he is ridiculously good at math, and that he is also a chaos gremlin. I can totally see the two of you opening a successful side business until one of the brothers (probably Levi) find out and demand Mammon pay them back. But it will be fun while it lasts.
Draw him something sometime. He'll die. Especially if it's like a fan art of the two of you. It doesn't even have to be good, literally draw him two stick figures kissing with your names above them, it'll distract him for hours. He'll bury his face in his hands, leave the room to go squeal and roll around his bed.
He may not seem to be someone who would understand social anxiety, but he is really quite close to Levi. So he understands when it becomes too much for you. He'll literally wrap you up, arms tight around you, his head on top of yours, looking like a puppy, and steer you away from anxious situations. But he really hopes he can be your person, so that you guys can steal food from parties together.
He doesn't really care what you watch as long as you let him cuddle with you while you do it. That said....fun fact videos give him some delightful scheme ideas, and funny videos make him laugh, so I think you'll never have to fight about what to watch.
Mammon has been giving you the details of his latest scheme for the past two hours. He'd charged you with taking down notes as he spoke. Being the good secretary you were....you zoned out a half hour in and started sketching Mammon.
"Kay, watcha got so far?" He said abruptly. You looked down at your paper, then up again, and started subconsciously fiddling with an earring.
"Um," you started, looking at the half hour of notes you took at the beginning. "Basically, we are starting a human world pizza chain in the Devildom, that covers up an underground gambling ring."
"yeah!" He said grinning happily. "What else have I said so far?"
"Um...." You decided to just hand him the sketch you'd been working on. Rip the band aid off.
He immediately turned red, and covered his face with his hands.
"Mams?" You asked. No matter how many times he did this, it still concerned you.
"The Great Mammon will return presently, I just gotta go do somethin'," he left the room, and you heard a delighted giggle and squeal sound that you thought only Asmo was capable of.
Guess he liked it.
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Every once in a while I'm baffled by the remembrance that I really did leave the country, for a month, on my own, without telling anyone. I went all the way across the globe and it was actually that easy (well everything leading up to it wasn't, but the actual getting on the plane part was). About two years ago I had told my mother that I wanted to go to Norway as a half joke. She just nodded and I then said, you do realize Norway is like half way across the world (only about 4,000 miles actually). And then she said, "In that case no, thats too far." What does it matter how far I am, I'll be in another country regardless of where I go?? When she asked me why there, I told her I'd been learning the language and I'd gotten to a point where sometimes I'd even think in Norwegian. She didn't seem to believe me. How could I have picked up an entire language just under her nose?
Anyway, so I left and told no one and when I was actually there, outside waiting at the bus stop, I had to keep reminding myself that I really wasn't in America anymore. I took the calls from the seagulls as a way to identify that I was in fact in Norway. Airports have a funny way of acting as a limbo. Neither here nor there. Sure there were signs in other languages and the people in Germany felt way more rude but without talking to anyone, without seeing geographical wonders, I might as well have still been in Philadelphia. The sound of those seagulls though, in my mind only associated with being on a beach, was the only thing reminding me that I no longer was in Philly.
On the bus ride I sat next to a window, hoping to catch a glimpse of a classic Norwegian forest. I imagined them to be luscious, drafted in snow, populated by exotic creatures, and a hum of mystic wonder following their tails. I only saw highways. Even the cars looked the same and the people in those cars the same. Come to think of it, I dont even know what side of the road they drive on because I'd only seen highways and gravel roads. Still, while trying to guage how much was different, I could only find similarities. This time it was the sound of the sweet old ladies a few seats ahead of me, speaking in Norwegian to remind me of how far from home I was.
I arrived at a gas station, awaited by the campus grounds-keeper to be picked up in a small car and driven to my new abode. Funny, gas stations don't ever seem to change.
It wasn't until we rode into our neighborhood where everything truly felt different. It was a quaint place with small red townhouses lined up and no variation in their structures. I questioned if they were actual homes. They looked too small to be lived in. I had shared with everyone that it felt like I was on a movie set. These weren't actual three dimensional structures. They felt like plastered set pieces, walls put up on the side of the road. Even the Norwegian flags posted on the outside of every single house felt intentionally placed. I'd heard time and time again that Europeans found our obsession with the flag strange, but Norwegians hold the same level of patriotism, rightfully so at least. I'd found while I was there that I tried to be mindful of how Europeans viewed Americans and where our cultures differed, but I didn't realize that European culture is just as broad as American culture. Norway was very different from how I would envision, say, England and I didn't know that almost all houses in Norway followed the same pattern of small red or yellow structures, tight knit and hand-built. Things were starting to feel different now.
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Squip out of water
Part 2
Summary: clip gets an update about his friends's lives and new changes on his home while collecting his mind
Warning: old internet references
As Cindy is walking down a newly built Street Squip is right by her side like if he was a little duckling following its mama, due to the fear if he was left alone him getting beaten up by other squips.
"so a lot of things have changed after my last visit huh?"
"yep the crater think it was a good idea to have living quarters for squips who are not used that much or scripts who are waiting for our house or Squips who just want a house, my apartment is just up the street you could live with me until you can get your own place"
Squip smiles at Cindy's nice gesture, even if he didn't want to he couldn't say no to her, she's a ball of joy, perfect for any squip or host who needs a mental pickup
"thank you Cindy, I don't know what I would do if I lost you as a friend"
"you're very welcome buddy , plus I couldn't never stop being your friend!, we've been friends since we're binary codes!"
Squid chuckles
"we weren't sentient when we were binary codes you know?"
"probably but if we did we would probably be friends then"
They finally get to her apartment and step inside, and a red grouchy old squip at a desk reading something but he turns his head up to look at them
"hey he can't be in here!"
Cindy stares at him with cold eyes
"I think I can have him here because I'm the only one who's considered paying you to live here, Mr.capaccio"
Mr.capaccio shut up real quickly there and look back at his paper that he was reading
"fine ,but expect you to get a few extra payments this month if you want him to live here"
Cindy changes her cold expression to a very warm smile
"sure thing Mr.capaccio, come on squip you're going to love my apartment"
Cindy grabs his hand and leads him to her apartment and when she opens the door it's exactly as he expected, a very nice pastel pink walls with white and pastel baby blue furniture, shelves of either stuffed animals or comic books, a TV that kind of looks like hello Kitty, yep this is definitely Cindy's apartment all right, he chuckles a little bit
"this feels like I walked straight into your head"
Cindy giggles
"don't flatter me squip"
Then he sees a big dark pink fluffy cat walking towards them making "mmmmr"noises
(@incorrect-squip head cannon that Squips could have digital pets and I love it and in the future any head can that I like from them I will credit them)
"who is this little baby?"
Squip smiles and bends down to pet the pink fluffy kitty
"it's based off my host's pet, he is a mountain Norwegian cat, I named him Zeke 2.0 my host loves it"
"dam it now I kind of wish I could have a pet, but Jeremy never had any pets for me to base off from them, except for madye that Corgi from one of his shows he like to watch, cheddar I think that's his name"
"I love that dog! you know it's not that hard to create them, you just need to go to the right place I can take you there tomorrow"
"thank you, but anyways how are you and SQ?"
"we are doing just great, he actually lives with me but he's at work right now he'll be home later tonight, maybe we should try to get you a room, you would probably have the closet, but the closet is big we just need to find a place to put all the weird stuff in there and get you a bed"
Squip smiles, he appreciates the nice things that Cindy offering and her doing great and he's happy that SQ isn't living alone, he was always kind of a loner before they all started being friends
"that's great and thank you for the offering ,anyways is it okay we could watch some TV ?I'm curious what's on here"
"you're welcome, sure but there not much, yes there is a couple of shows that squips made on their own, but most of the time it's just shows on the internet and YouTube videos"
Squip turn on the TV and start scrolling
"oh hey there's some like My Little pony stuff on here, there seems like to be a fan animation too, smile HD are you wonder what's that abo-"
"DON'T YOU DARE WATCH THAT"
Squid jumped a little bit at his friend's sudden tone
"w-what happens if I w-watch it???"
"you don't want to know trust me...."
It's a long period of science before SQ a tall somewhat skinny orange guy with long hair walks in for the door
"Cindy bby I'm home-oh hi squip wasn't expecting you to be here"
Squip turns his head to look at his tall orange friend with a little bit of surprise look in his eyes
"wait you guys are dating? when were you going to tell me this?"
"I was going to tell you a lot sooner, but I wanted him to be home so we could tell you together because it would be somewhat special"
Squip smiles and hugs both of them
"it's all right, I'm happy for you guys, you guys deserve each other"
Cindy walks off to get them drinks while Squid leans into SQ and quietly whispers to him
"I know that we're friends here but if you break Cindy's heart AKA my best friend I will break every digital bone in your BODY,got it?"
SQ nods his head a little shock but he prepared for that little talk for a long time now
Small Time skip after everyone got drinks and talk about stuff everyone went to bed, leaving squip set up on the couch,
"you know what I want to see what smile HD is about it can't be that bad"
*showing outside of the apartment*
"AAAAHH WHAT THE FUC-"
"I TOLD YOU NOT TO WATCH IT"
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baby names
pairing: loki x pregnant!f!reader
genre: fluff
warnings: none, it's very cute 😩
requested: nope
word count: ~1.6k
summary: y/n is pregnant and loki can't stay away from her
author's note: hiya peeps! a loki fic after such a long time, kinda got tired of writing bucky fics all the time,,,, (though next week there's gonna be a bucky x f!reader 👀) enjoy!
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"Loki."
"Don't call me that."
Y/N raised an eyebrow at her husband and he grumbled angrily, pulling her closer to him. "Sweetheart," Y/N began, "You should go." Loki whined childishly, burying his face in her shoulder. "I'm not going anywhere," he firmly mumbled Y/N sighed, running her hand through his silky soft hair. "6th time. Yet they always invite you. Why aren't you leaving the house?"
"Because you're pregnant! I'm not going anywhere until the baby is safely out of you and you both are well taken care of." Y/N smiled softly at his concern but pulled away from Loki. "Well I think you need some sun, you should go. And no is not an option. You know what? I'm calling Tony right now and telling him you are going with all of them." Before Loki could object, Y/N picked up her phone and called Tony.
Loki had been invited by Thor and the other male Avengers on a weekend trip to the beach, sponsored by Tony Stark. Everyone was going; Tony, Steve, Thor, Bruce, Clint, Scott, Sam, Bucky, Vision… they'd also invited Loki, since he had now permanently settled on Midgard with his lovely wife Y/N, but he'd initially refused because he didn't want to leave Y/N alone.
She was 8½ months pregnant. Though there was still a week or two of estimated time remaining for the birth, Loki didn't want to leave because what if the baby came early? Tony, Clint and Scott, who were also fathers, had assured him several times since Y/N's pregnancy announcement that the baby would be okay, Y/N would be okay but he still worried himself sick everyday.
"Do I absolutely have to go?" Loki groaned, lying flat on his back on the bed as Y/N sat back down after her chat with Tony. "Yes. I need some time alone— you need some time alone. You're gonna give yourself a heart attack one day by how much you worry over this baby of ours. A nice trip to the beach with clear skies and golden sand and the blue sea will do you much good."
Loki sulked. Y/N, getting a teasing smirk on her face, nudged his shoulder. "Hey, there are gonna be girls in skimpy bikinis on the beach, you know," she suggested and Loki made a face, pulling Y/N down to give her a deep kiss. "I love you," he glared at her, "I don't care about those scantily dressed women. Fine, if it makes you feel better, I'll go."
"Yay! Now I can call Wanda and Nat and Sharon and Pepper and Maria and Darcy over so we can have our own day out! It's gonna be awesome," Y/N squealed, already busy texting as Loki sputtered.
Is that why she wants me out of the house that bad?
He couldn't blame her, though, the pregnancy had taken a toll on both the parents. Y/N used to be in pain all the time, had severe nausea and couldn't go out with all her friends like she used to. Now that the symptoms had started wearing off, he really couldn't blame her for wanting to have a nice day out with friends. "Have fun, darling," he smiled, giving her another kiss.
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"Yo, Lokes, you ready to go?" Clint called out cheerfully as Loki walked towards the group of men, a scowl on his face. Yes, at home he'd agreed to accompany them on the trip but now that the day was actually here… "Not really but I don't have a choice," he grumbled and Steve smiled amusedly. "Y/N kick you out?" Loki rolled his eyes. "Yes, how did you know? She wants to have a girl's day out with the other ladies."
"I overheard Wanda and Natasha talking. Anyway, come on, let's hit the road!"
All of them got into two cars: Steve, Sam, Bucky, Thor and Loki in one while Clint, Scott, Tony, Bruce and Vision got into the other. Sam was driving, Steve was in the passenger seat, Bucky was in the middle seat and Thor and Loki were in the extreme back. "So, how's Y/N doing?" Bucky asked Loki, leaning back on his seat.
"She's doing well, the nausea and pain has stopped," Loki answered, following Bucky's lead. "I'm glad to hear it. Have you decided on a name? Because I assure you, Bucky is a really good contender," he grinned cheekily and even Loki laughed, shaking his head. "We haven't thought of any names as of yet."
"Are you looking for a Midgardian name or an Asgardian one?" Sam piped up. Loki blinked. "You know, that is a really good question," he muttered. "How about a Midgardian first name and an Asgardian middle name?" Steve suggested. "Why not the other way around?" Thor frowned. "Well, yeah, that works too," Steve shrugged. "Hm, that's a good suggestion. I will talk to Y/N."
"So is Bucky on the table—"
"No."
"Aw, man."
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"Hey girl, after a long time!" Natasha grinned, giving Y/N a familial hug. "Hi, gals! Yes, I even got Loki to leave, took a lot of begging but he finally agreed," she sighed. "Could've just given him head or something," Pepper muttered and Y/N burst out laughing as the other ladies gasped. "Pepper!" Sharon exclaimed, shocked.
"What? It usually works on Tony," Pepper defended herself as everyone joined Y/N in her laughter. "So, ready to shop?" All the ladies got into a 7-seater car, with Maria in the driver's seat. "Can't wait! This Avenging stuff doesn't give me time for self-care, I swear. Haven't shopped in ages!" Wanda sighed. All the women agreed with her, muttering their yesses.
"By the way, Y/N, I've wanted to ask you this for so long now, have you decided on baby names yet?" Darcy questioned with a grin. "Oh! No we haven't as of yet, I have lots of good names but I haven't talked to Loki…" Sharon looked up from her phone. "Do you have Asgardian names or like, normal, Earth names? I have a feeling that Loki would want Asgardian names," she suggested.
Y/N frowned in thought. Sharon was right; both the brothers, Loki and Thor, took great pride in their homeland. She didn't mind, to be honest, Asgardian names were wonderful. "I like Asgardian names too, though, I'm open to it," she chuckled.
"Great! So if it's a girl, Darcy—"
"Darcy!"
"What? I'm just saying…"
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"Brother?" Loki startled out of his thoughts, turning to Thor. "Sorry, I was… thinking," he cleared his throat and Thor smiled, sitting next to him. Around 6 hours had passed since they'd arrived at the resort and Loki couldn't get Y/N out of his mind. What is she doing? Is she okay? Should I go check on her? What if the baby is coming? Surely she'd call me if that happens…
"About Y/N?" Loki went red and scratched the back of his neck. "Yeah." Thor clapped him on the back once, guffawing good-naturedly. "Don't you fret, brother, the ladies she is with are extremely competent! She will be okay, and plus, the baby isn't going to be here for another week or so," Thor assured him but worry gnawed Loki. Nope, I can't do it. He abruptly stood up, startling Thor.
"I'm going home."
"Loki—"
Just a second later, Loki disappeared.
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"Mm," Y/N moaned, a spoonful of ice cream in her mouth, "Isn't it delicious? What do ya say… Rosie?" The baby kicked once. "No? Okay, well… Sarah? Petunia?" The baby kicked more. "Oh, you want masculine names, huh… Uh, Alex?" One kick. "I know, Chris!" Another kick. "Tom?" More kicks. "So you don't want Midgardian names? Well, I don't know very many Asgardian names…"
"I do."
Y/N shrieked loudly, dropping her tub of ice cream as she turned to see Loki standing near the bedroom door. "Loki?" She picked a book off the nightstand and threw it at him. He caught it easily, sitting down next to her while keeping the book where it was. She instantly cuddled into his side, tearing up. Sure, she was the one who was too eager to send him away but she was also the one who couldn't stay away from him.
"Aw, hey, I'm here, my love," Loki whispered comfortingly, rubbing her back as she sobbed into his arms. "Don't go again. I missed you," she sniffled and Loki pressed a soft kiss to her head. "That is also why I came home early, darling, I missed you too," he laughed and she snuggled even closer to him.
"Little baby Axelia missed you too— ow! No? So… what about Lucinda? Ow, ooh… Priscilla? No?" Loki watched with an infatuated smile as she tried out different names on the baby. "What if our baby wants a more masculine name, love?" he asked and she turned to him.
"Hm, have you got any names in mind?"
"Well, Barnes was suggesting we name our child Bucky—"
"Ow! Nope, they don't like it."
"Oh well. He's going to be disappointed but what the baby says goes," Loki teased and Y/N burst out laughing. She stopped all of a sudden, giving Loki a small smile. "Please don't go anywhere again," she whispered and Loki shook his head, gathering her in his arms. "I missed you just as much as you did me, Y/N, I'm not going anywhere."
"I love you."
"I love you, too, min kjæreste."
"...That's Norwegian, isn't it?"
"Beautiful, though, isn't it?
"Yes, very."
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She Keeps Me Warm
Pairing: Valkyrie/Brunnhilde x fem!Reader
Words: ~1.3k
Summary: Hilde gets a little jealous after you hang out with Nat and Bruce.
Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content (edging, fingering, f receiving oral sex, edging), jealous Val, cute alcohol fueled antics, SMUT!!!! 18+ ONLY!!!!
A/N: Thanks to the nonnie who sent me an ask for a jealous Val fic. I’d been having trouble coming up with something to write for her and this was great!! I also have a planned threesome fic with her and Carol that is going to murder me, so let’s all look forward to that one.
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Hilde was glaring at you from across the table.
Bruce and Nat had decided to visit Tønsberg on a whim, and as happy she had been to see the big man, you had been flirting with Nat the entire time. Sure, she had lived a very interesting life, and you were always great at small talk, but you were laughing way too hard at her stories.
Now you were babbling with her in Russian, which Hilde didn’t even know you spoke, and she had to do her best to focus on what Bruce was trying to say to her.
“Hey, angry girl, you still with me?” He said, giving her a grin when she turned back to him.
“Yeah, big guy. I think it’s almost time to turn in though. How much vodka have the two of them had?”
“Yeah, c’mon Romanoff, we’ve gotta get up early.” He said with a shake of his head, drawing her to her feet as she whined and cursed at him in Russian.
“Ok, you too, Y/N.”
“Aww, du fikk det kjære.” Great, you were speaking Norwegian now. “Jeg elsker deg så mye.”
She sighed as she started to drag you out of the bar, your own legs not up to the task of carrying you. “Jeg elsker deg også, Y/N.”
You were giggling like an idiot as the two of you headed back to your little cabin, Hilde eventually losing patience and tossing you over her shoulder, making you let out a whoop. She jumped when you started slapping out a rhythm on her ass, singing a stupid song to yourself about it, still in Norwegian.
“No more vodka for you.” She huffed after she kicked your door open, dropping you onto the couch with a squeal.
“Du er ikke morsom.” You grumbled, blowing a raspberry at her as you struggled to take your sweater off.
“I’m loads of fun, but you, you’re too much.” She watched you try to extricate yourself from your sweater for about a minute before rolling her eyes and moving to help you. How you managed to get your head stuck in your sleeve was a mystery. “You enjoy flirting with that little redhead all night?”
“Ha, er du sjalu?” You were making grabby hands at her as you gave her a stupid, sloppy grin that devolved into a frown as you struggled with unbuttoning your jeans.
“Are... are you just gonna speak Norwegian the rest of the night then? Is that what you’re doing?” She started to unbutton her flannel as she watched you roll around as you tried to remove your jeans. “And I’m not jealous!”
You snorted at her as you finally managed to get out of your jeans. “Løgner.”
She caught you when you almost fell off the sofa as you tried to remove your bra, wrapping a hand around your arm. Her other hand moved to grip your jaw, tilting your head up so she could look into your eyes.
“How drunk are you?”
“Been worse.” You mumbled before nipping at the pad of her thumb.
“English, good.” She murmured, a smirk teasing her lips as she stepped forward and pressed her lips to yours. “Cause I want you to know exactly what I’m doing when I take you apart.”
“Oh, shit.” You moaned, gasping when she slid a hand down your torso until she could shove her fingers into your panties.
“Yeah, shit.” She purred in your ear, her fingers sliding easily through your slick coated folds. “Imagine how I must have felt watching you put your hands all over Nat, and let her put her hands all over you. You like acting like a little slut, baby?”
You whined as she slid two fingers inside you, digging your hands into the couch cushions as she stretched you open. Lewd squelches filled the tiny living room as she fucked you, sliding her digits in and out of you easily and curling them against that spot that made your eyes roll back in your skull.
She slid another finger into you and started brushing her thumb over your clit softly, grinning into your neck as you started whimpering. Your breath started to hitch and your pussy started clenching around her fingers as she brought you closer.
Suddenly her hand was gone, your orgasm receding as you let out a pathetic whine, huffing and turning to glare at her as she circled the couch. She just winked at you as she licked her fingers clean, moving to kneel in front of you and ignoring your pouting.
“Seems like you need a little reminder of whose pussy this is baby.” She started pressing soft kisses to the insides of your thighs as you squirmed with need.
Her fingers hooked under the sides of your panties and drew them off you in one swift motion before diving in. A shiver radiated from your core as she ran her tongue over your slit in a heavy stripe, lashing kitten licks over your clit and holding your hips down so your couldn’t writhe against her face.
“So much better when you hold still baby.” She cooed, grinning as you mewled pathetically. “Tell me whose pussy this is baby.”
“Hilde!” The cry you let out was absolutely wanton, your breath coming in needy little pants as she took you apart.
“That’s right sweetheart, all fucking mine.”
Her tongue thrust into you without warning, curling against that sweet spot that made you almost pass out. You felt a coil forming in your abdomen, warmth spreading from your core fast as you held onto the couch for dear life.
“Fuck, I’m so close. Don’t stop. Shit, oh god right there.” You were babbling like an idiot as you felt a wave of pleasure looming over you.
She felt you clench and grinned, sitting back on her heels and denying your orgasm again as you screamed with frustration. Her smile was wicked as she watched you sob, a sweaty, needy mess who was sagging into the couch.
“Say you’re sorry, and I’ll let you come.” She ran her fingers over her face slowly, cleaning your slick off her chin and sucking it into her mouth with a satisfied smirk.
“But I didn’t do anything!” You whined, kicking your feet like an angry toddler and squeezing your knees together to help relieve the throbbing ache between your thighs.
“I don’t care, say it anyway.” She sank next to you and nuzzled into your neck, tracing a trickle of sweat with her tongue and grinning as you whimpered. “C’mon baby, otherwise I’m just gonna edge you all night until you can’t even think.”
“Ugh, I hate you.” You rolled your head to pout at her and frowned when she gave you a wicked grin. “Fine, I’m sorry I flirted with Nat.”
“Oh, good girl.” She purred, wrenching your legs apart and shoving three fingers inside you with no preparation. “Now I’m gonna make you come fast, then I’m gonna sit on that pretty face until you pass out.”
Her palm ground against your clit and you wailed, your entire body vibrating around her fingers and your release soaking her up to the elbow as you came violently. You yelped when she scooped you up and flung you over her shoulder with a wicked grin, singing her own little song about how she was going to absolutely ruin you as she carried you to the bedroom.
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All Men Have Limits - XII
Character: Dick Grayson x Reader x Bruce Wayne
Summary: A certain bat believes that Y/N is in way over her head, that she’s too naive to act in her best interest. So, whether she wants it or not, the vigilante family is going to help and protect her before she gets herself killed.
Word Count: 6,600+
Warnings: Mentions of past abuse
Previously on…
6 MONTHS LATER...
Dick threw his small duffle over his shoulder as he looked around at his surroundings.
It sure was beautiful.
The complicated and long journey to get there was definitely worth it.
Dick figured out his surroundings before starting to walk.
There weren’t many people he passed, even when he got close to the town. But ones he did, they all stared, immediately recognizing him as a tourist. The place was too isolated for people to be passing through frequently.
Dick used that infamous Wayne charm to give polite smiles and nods to the townsfolk who gawked at him.
An hour later, Dick was at the bottom of a small hill, outside the fence of a bright yellow house. On the other side of him was water – the Norwegian sea.
The air was crisp and fresh, and Dick’s lungs seemed to thank him every time he took in a deep breath.
He was lost in the scenery when she appeared at the top of the hill.
Dick noticed her before she noticed him.
But when she was just a few yards from her house, she finally raised her head and spotted him.
Y/N froze for a moment, convinced she was seeing things.
But then her face broke into the brightest smile and she was running to him.
Dick caught her in his arms and spun her around, laughing at her excitement.
“What are you doing here?” She asked after he let her go.
“What do you think?” He chuckled.
Her smile faded slowly, and it was replaced with a contemplative look.
“Come inside,” she told him quietly.
Dick watched as she moved around the small kitchen and made them coffee.
He couldn’t take his eyes off her.
“I’m surprised it took you so long to find me,” Y/N admitted shyly as she grabbed two bright red mugs from a cabinet.
“Well, it didn’t,” he looked a little bashful at the confession. “I found your location a couple days after I got your letter.”
Y/N stopped moving for a second.
“Oh,” she slipped out in surprise. “Did Bruce tell you?”
Dick shook his head. “No. I didn’t ask and he didn’t offer up that info.” He took in a deep breath. “I think he wanted to make sure I worked for it.”
Y/N nodded slowly.
But it was clear that the mentioning of Bruce wasn’t making her feel all that great.
“I’m sorry he never came,” Dick told her softly.
“Why?” She challenged.
After all, wasn’t Bruce his competition?
“I waited to come find you because I didn’t want to mess up what you were trying to make here,” Dick admitted.
“You could never mess anything up, Dick.” Y/N poured coffee into both of the mugs and sat across from him at the tiny kitchen table. “I was the one always messing everything up.”
“That’s not true.”
But from her face, Dick could tell she was unconvinced.
“Why Norway?” He asked, trying to change the subject.
Y/N shrugged with a little smirk as she looked out the window that showed the sea just outside her door.
“I always wanted to visit. Just never got around to it.”
“What have you been doing?” He asked, surprised to see not even so much as a laptop sitting around.
It was strange to imagine her living without a dozen computer screens surrounding her.
“I work at the preschool. And I help on one of the farms nearby on the weekends sometimes.”
Dick smiled at the thought.
“What?” She pressed.
“Nothing. Just the world’s smartest and most badass hacker working on a farm.”
Y/N shrugged and laughed. “It’s relaxing.”
“I’m sure.”
“I’ve made friends.”
“Friends?” Dick repeated melodramatically to tease her.
“Shut up,” she laughed as she punched his shoulder. “Yes, I have friends. And get this…I go to therapy now.”
Dick smiled proudly at her. “Therapy, huh?”
“Yep. I talk about my feelings and everything,” she laughed.
His smile dropped a bit and he cleared his throat. “I’m proud of you, Y/N. Really. I am.”
Y/N winced at his sincerity a bit. She was never one to take compliments well.
And before she could stop herself or hesitate, she stood from her chair and moved to Dick’s lap, hugging him.
“I’ve missed you, Dick.” She mumbled into his neck as he held her tightly and rubbed her back.
“I’ve missed you more,” he muttered.
Y/N pulled back to look at him. “Not possible.”
A single tear had escaped from her left eye.
Dick gently wiped it away.
“Hey, none of that,” he whispered.
“How long are you staying?” She asked him.
“Just two days.”
Her eyes widened. “That’s it? You traveled all this way just for two days?”
Dick Grayson was a romantic.
His face turned serious. “I was serious about not wanting to mess up what you have going on here. I just wanted to make sure you were doing alright.”
“I’m doing great,” she clarified.
He smiled. “I know. I can see that.”
“OK. Well…want to go to the pub with me tonight? You can meet my friends and get to see the town.”
Dick didn’t know why she bothered to phrase it as a question. Surely she knew by now that he was going to go anywhere she would.
But he nodded anyway.
——
Dick sat back and watched Y/N interact with the locals. They seemed to have taken her in as their own. He couldn’t help but wonder how they’d react if she were to ever leave. Surely she didn’t intend on staying here forever. Or maybe she did.
But he was surprised when she introduced him to a few of her new friends and their eyes widened with joy at hearing his name.
“Oh, you are Dick? We’ve heard so much about you!”
“We didn’t know you were coming to visit!”
“Come! Come! Let us buy you a drink!”
Dick tried not to blush when they all seemed to know who he was already.
Y/N sang along to songs with them and danced with anyone who asked her.
Dick had never seen her like this. She seemed to be glowing.
“Come on, Dick!” Y/N suddenly grabbed his attention. “Come dance with me!”
He laughed as he did as she requested, and let her spin him in too many circles.
-
A couple hours later, they were walking home.
They were both happily buzzed, but were by no means drunk.
Y/N wrapped her arm around Dick and leaned into him the whole walk.
When they were just outside her house’s gate, Y/N stopped them.
“Look how bright the stars are here!” She exclaimed quietly as she tilted her head up to look at the sky.
Dick was instantly thrown back to that night, laying on the ground of Wayne Manor and looking at the smoggy sky of Gotham. The stars seemed so bright to her then and now she was amazed at how bright the Norwegian sky was.
Y/N realized Dick hadn’t tilted his head back.
“You’re not looking!” She accused before shifting her gaze to him.
When she did, she found that he was staring at her.
“What?” She whispered.
“I wasn’t completely honest about why I came here,” Dick confessed.
She tilted her head questioningly.
“I mean, yes, I did want to check on you. But there’s more to it than that...”
Y/N had untangled herself from him now and turned to look at him.
“I know things have always been…complicated. And I know you loved – or love Bruce. I don’t know. But I just…I needed to tell you this.”
Dick took in a deep breath. “I’m gonna wait for you.”
“Dick…” Y/N exhaled in surprise.
“Wait. Please…let me finish.”
She did.
“I’m gonna wait for you. And you take as long as you need. I mean it. I know you think that I don’t know how to be alone…but I’ll wait for you as long as I have to.”
Y/N stayed quiet.
“Unless it’s Bruce. Then I’ll–”
“It’s not Bruce,” she quickly cut him off.
Y/N stepped forward and softly captured Dick’s face in her hands.
“It’s you, Dick.”
And before he could ask her if she was messing with him, her lips collided with his. It took him a second to react and kiss her back. But when he finally did, it was with everything he possibly had.
When Y/N pulled away, she stared into his eyes and took his hand, guiding him into the house.
As soon as the door shut behind them, she started kissing him again.
She tugged at his belt and became frustrated with the amount of buttons on his flannel. Dick would’ve been more helpful if he wasn’t so preoccupied with taking off her clothes. He seemed to be doing much better than she was.
Once they were both in their undergarments, Y/N dragged Dick to her bedroom, giggling when he tripped over the edge of her couch on the way.
It wasn’t until Y/N’s thumbs slipped under the elastic of his boxer briefs that Dick stopped them.
“Wait, wait, wait,” he breathed as he paused their kissing and grabbed her wrists.
“What?” Y/N gasped, worried that she’d read all of this wrong.
“I just…Are you sure?” Dick asked quietly.
Y/N couldn’t help herself, but she started giggling.
“Oh, come on,” Dick groaned in embarrassment, pressing his forehead into her shoulder.
“I’m sorry! I’m sorry,” Y/N said as she controlled her amusement. “It’s just…you’re too sweet for this world, Richard Grayson.”
He rolled his eyes.
But Y/N’s smile softened as she stared into his eyes. “I love you. You love me. And that’s all I care about right now.”
Dick just stared at her in awe.
“OK?” She asked.
Dick nodded quickly, so desperate not to mess this up.
“OK,” he agreed before kissing her again.
——————
It was the dinging of the buoy bells and the sound of soft waves that woke Dick up.
Maybe it was the unusual soundscape. He was so used to the sounds of cities that this was triggered as unusual in his mind.
Dick opened his eyes and his mind slowly reminded him where he was.
Y/N was asleep on his chest, held in his arms.
He smiled at the feeling of her naked skin against his.
It was going to be harder to leave than he original anticipated.
Dick tried to untangle their bodies, waking Y/N up in the process.
“Go back to sleep,” he whispered to her. “I’m going to make us some coffee and breakfast.”
“Don’t bother,” Y/N mumbled sleepily. “I don’t have any food.”
“Stay,” she added in a whine. “You’re so warm.”
Dick chuckled. “I know you have coffee, Y/N.”
“I do,” she hummed with a mischievous smile, eyes still closed. “But I want you to stay in bed.”
“I promise I’ll be right back,” he whispered to her before kissing the top of her head.
She finally allowed him to leave.
Dick quickly put on his underwear and got to the kitchen, trying to be quiet as he shuffled around to find everything to make coffee.
When he returned to bed it was with two filled mugs.
Y/N had rolled onto her stomach, her face buried in Dick’s pillow.
Her shoulders and upper back were exposed as she slept.
Dick paused and allowed himself to take in the scene before him.
He’d spent so much time dreaming of having such bliss. And now it sat before him as a reality. It felt too good to be true.
He sat on the very edge of the bed, putting both mugs on the nightstand beside him.
Dick bent down to place a trail of kisses up Y/N’s spine and then to her shoulder.
She hummed at the feeling.
“Come on. Wake up,” Dick whispered in her ear.
Y/N slowly woke up, and pulled the sheet to her chest as she sat up and rubbed the sleep from her eyes.
“You know…you’re very adorable when you first wake up,” Dick told her with a smirk.
“Oh, shut it,” Y/N warned him as she grabbed for one of the mugs.
Dick allowed her one sip before he pressed his lips to hers.
“Morning,” Y/N smiled after.
“Good morning,” he huffed a laugh.
She sighed. “What would you like to do today, Mr. Grayson?”
“I really don’t care,” Dick admitted.
He wanted to say, ‘As long as I’m with you, it doesn’t matter.’ But he knew it would come out cheesy and she’d only laugh at him. So he saved the thought for himself.
“How about a hike?” She offered.
“A hike sounds perfect.”
She tilted her head. “Maybe a shower first?”
“Shower first,” he confirmed. “Would be even better if it was together.”
Y/N threw her head back in a laugh. “I’ll allow it.”
A hike did turn out to be perfect.
Y/N pointed out landmarks or the property of friends.
And then she’d ask Dick about his life back home. And she asked about his brothers – to which he gave great detail about each.
But it didn’t go past Dick that she hadn’t asked about Bruce.
They’d finally reached the top of their goal peak.
They were both breathing heavily. It was by no means an easy hike.
“Do you miss him?” Dick finally had the courage to ask.
Y/N shrugged, but wouldn’t look at him. “Of course I do.”
“Be honest. Were you expecting him to find you?”
“No,” she answered truly. “I knew he wouldn’t.”
Dick didn’t know how to respond to that.
“But I think the worst part was that I was so okay with that,” Y/N admitted.
Then she sighed.
“Obviously I’ve had a lot of time to think about…everything. Me and him…we would be terrible for each other, Dick. I don’t know how to read his mind. And he doesn’t know how to talk to me. We’re both so stubborn and so bad at communicating. We would’ve just grown to resent one another.”
Y/N took in a shaky breath and exhaled. “And once I realized that, I was terrified that I’d completely fucked things up with you – and that I’d hurt your relationship with him.”
“You didn’t, Y/N.” Dick tried to reassure her.
“Things would be so bad between him and me. Then there would be one single moment of good…and I’d hold onto it for dear life,” Y/N added. “And I realized that would be our whole relationship.”
Dick nodded in understanding.
He knew she was absolutely right, and it had been his biggest fear for them.
“I’m sorry,” she quickly apologized. “I shouldn’t talk about him with you like this.”
“Don’t apologize.”
Dick wrapped his arm around her as they looked at the view together.
“Come on,” he told her. “We should get back soon. I have to catch a boat.”
She nodded.
——
The walk to the boat went by far too quickly for both of them. And their goodbye had arrived too soon.
Dick held Y/N in his arms on the dock.
When they pulled away he saw that Y/N’s eyes had filled with tears.
“Why do you have to go?” She muttered, clearly trying not to cry.
“You know all I want is to stay with you. But you said it yourself: you gotta figure stuff out. And I don’t want to be the one that gets in the way of that.”
He kissed her slowly.
“I wasn’t lying when I promised that I’d wait as long as I needed to, Y/N.”
“I know.”
“You take as long as you need, hear me?”
She nodded quickly.
“But I gotta go now.”
Dick gave one final and abrupt kiss before rushing away and jumping onto the boat.
He knew if he lingered, even a second, he might not be able to leave her.
He wouldn’t even let himself look back at her as the boat started to drift away. Because even then he was at risk of jumping off and swimming back to her.
——————————
9 MONTHS LATER…
“Seriously, Jaybird?” Dick asked as he held his cellphone to one hear and the steering wheel with the other.
He turned to Y/N, who sat in the passenger seat. “He says he’s not coming.”
“Gimme,” she muttered impatiently as she held out her hand.
Dick passed her the phone.
“What the fuck has you so busy that you can’t have a family dinner?”
Dick chuckled at his girlfriend’s sass.
“Jason, I haven’t seen you in over a year! Please? For me?”
Dick immediately heard the tone in her voice that always brought him to his knees – and she already had him wrapped around her finger. He wondered if Jason was immune to it.
But when he saw Y/N start smiling widely, he knew his brother was no stronger than him.
“Can’t wait to see you!” Y/N sang before hanging up.
The car went silent then. The only sound being the commercials on the radio.
“Is this going to be weird?” Y/N suddenly asked quietly as she stared out the passenger window.
“No,” Dick answered confidently.
She turned to look at him. “Sure?”
“No one is better than Bruce Wayne when it comes to pretending everything is alright. Trust me.” Then he sighed sadly. “Plus, Damian texted earlier and said there was last minute Justice League business. I doubt he’ll be back by dinner.”
“Sorry,” Y/N told him softly as she grabbed his right hand and placed a kiss on his knuckles. “I know you’ve missed him.”
Dick had been jumping from place to place for the past year and a half that even when he was in Gotham, he barely had time to see Bruce. It was always in passing.
“It’s fine.”
When they pulled up to Wayne Manor, Dick barely closed the car door before Damian was tackling him into a hug.
“Hey, Damian,” Dick chuckled softly at the boy.
Y/N smiled at the interaction and walked to the door to find Alfred waiting patiently with a smile.
“Hello, Alfred.”
“Ms. Y/L/N,” he bowed his head slightly.
“Alfred, we’ve been over this…” she warned playfully.
“A hard habit to break, Y/N.” He answered with a wink. “Welcome back.”
“Jason will be late,” she told him before hugging him hello.
“Master Wayne had another engagement,” Alfred said to Dick as he walked up with Damian glued to his side.
“Damian gave me the heads up,” Dick answered before hugging Alfred, too.
Damian gave a rushed side hug to Y/N as if he was embarrassed to show her any sort of affection and then ran away.
Dick and Y/N laughed at the gesture.
“Mr. Clark and Ms. Brown are here, as well.” Alfred informed them.
Y/N gave Dick a questioning look.
“Superman’s son and Tim’s girlfriend,” he explained.
“Ahh.”
Jason did end up coming to dinner – late as usual.
But he made up for it by wrapping Y/N in a giant bear hug and lifting her off her feet.
“Easy, punk!” Dick warned protectively as he heard his girlfriend shriek in surprise.
“Oh, fuck off,” Jason shooed.
This particular meal went off rather differently than Y/N’s first Wayne family dinner.
It probably helped that Damian was distracted with his best friend, Jonathan – who was the sweetest little boy Y/N had ever met. And Tim kept having a quiet conversation with his girlfriend, Stephanie – who was a social butterfly and asked Y/N about a million questions before dessert.
Jason claimed to only have come for a free meal and to ask Y/N why she was dating such a loser.
After dinner, Y/N convinced everyone to have a game night in the family room. Jason blasted some music. And everyone – to no surprise – got way too competitive with each other.
Y/N found it amusing to see Dick’s brother interacting with their own friends or significant others. Tim looked absolutely love stricken every time he looked at Stephanie. And even though Jon and Damian seemed like total opposites, Y/N could see that Damian really did enjoy the boy’s company.
“How did you not get The Searchers?” Jon groaned at Damian, but he clearly wasn’t actually mad or upset at the loss.
Y/N laughed at the boy. “Jon, how the hell do you even know that movie? It’s form the ‘50s.”
“Me and my dad watch westerns every Friday night,” he beamed proudly.
“I have better things to do than watch movies all the time,” Damian mumbled.
Y/N turned to Dick, who had her locked onto his lap with his arms.
“You gotta let me go,” she muttered to him with amusement. “It’s our turn.”
Dick did as she asked, but not before giving her a quick kiss.
“Eww!” Damian screamed.
“They’re in love! Leave them alone,” Stephanie reprimanded Damian, and looked at the couple – almost with admiration.
“Damian and Jon only got three in their round,” Jason announced just before he started the timer. “You two idiots ready?”
Y/N nodded and bounced on her feet in excitement.
Her and Dick ended up doing better than the younger boys. But they only got 5 right in the time limit and that was not good enough for Y/N.
“Can you please watch more movies?” Y/N moaned. “Or I’m going to partner with Jason next time.”
“Who knew pop culture was gonna be the thing that broke the two of you up…” Jason snickered.
Dick punched him in the arm before he pulled Y/N back down onto his lap against her will.
“You sure you wanna threaten me?” Dick asked before tickling her.
“I’m a winner. And you are becoming our weakest link!” Y/N managed to say through her laughter.
Even with the room filled with nothing but joyful chaos, a thought was nagging away at Y/N’s mind the whole night. She couldn’t ignore the disappointment of Bruce being absent. Dick knew she missed him – and he couldn’t acknowledge that without also feeling jealous.
Y/N just wanted to know how Bruce was doing.
But she also wanted to make sure there was no water under the bridge.
Yes, Bruce could go on living without ever clearing the air between the two of them. But Y/N couldn’t. She wasn’t that person anymore.
She was dating Dick now, who was basically his son – no matter how much they all tried to ignore that.
Just went Jason was about to partner with Stephanie, there was a throat clearing in the doorway of the family room.
Y/N looked up to see not only Bruce, but also Clark Kent standing in the doorway, watching all of them.
Or should she say Superman? Because he was still in his uniform.
“Hi, dad!” Jon smiled.
Clark smiled at the chaos before him. “I see you’re having fun with the Waynes.”
“Dad, can I sleep over tonight? Pretty please?” Jon whined.
“Yes, father. May he?” Damian urged to Bruce.
Clark and Bruce shared a look.
Y/N had to hide her amusement at the tired-dad role she was seeing Bruce fill. It never failed to surprise her.
Clark sighed, clearly sad he was about to disappoint his son. “I promised your mom that I’d bring you home tonight. Another time, alright?”
Jon’s head lowered in disappointment. But he didn’t fight his father on the decision.
He got up to walk to him.
“What do you say?” Clark asked.
Jon turned to Bruce. “Thank you for having me over, Mr. Wayne.”
Bruce smirked at the boy. “You’re welcome any time, Jonathan.”
Jon turned to wave bye to the rest of them. But then his eyes widened when he got to Y/N.
“Oh!” The boy practically yelped and skipped to where Y/N sat on the couch.
She was taken by surprise when the boy wrapped her into a hug.
“It was nice to meet you, Y/N.” Jon hummed with a smile. Then he turned to his father. “Dad! This is Y/N.”
She stood up when Clark walked to her. “Hi, it’s nice to meet you.”
Clark reached his hand out. Clearly Jonathan got his manners from his father.
“Clark,” he introduced. “I’ve heard a lot about you, Y/N. It’s nice to finally put a face to the name.”
Y/N turned to eye Dick for that.
“Oh, not from that one,” Clark clarified with a smile and then nudged his head in Bruce’s direction, who was still standing in the doorway.
Y/N blinked in surprise, but recovered quickly.
“I hope they weren’t too much to handle,” Clark commented with a wince, knowing that Dick and her were probably supervising the kids the most.
“Not at all,” Y/N said. “Jonathan is better behaved than any of these monsters…”
“Hey!” Dick and Jason called out in unison.
Clark chuckled.
Then he looked down at his son. “Come on, Jonathan. Time to go.”
Y/N peaked through a window as the two of them walked outside and took off into the sky.
A second later, she heard the sonic boom.
When she turned back to the room, no one seemed to have watched their exit like she had. They hardly noticed people’s inhuman abilities anymore.
“You guys are way too used to that…” Y/N mumbled.
Jason laughed lightly at her amazement. “You should ask Bruce about the first time Dick met Clark.”
“Absolutely not,” Dick immediately shut down.
But when Y/N looked up to ask Bruce to elaborate, he had already disappeared from the room.
Maybe her being here wasn’t as easy for him as she had expected. But that was so hard for Y/N to believe.
“He was his biggest fan,” Jason continued as Dick tried to tackle him into silence. “He asked for his autograph like a fuckin’ nerd.”
Y/N shook her head at the two of them. “Aww…cute little baby Richard.”
Before she could ask more questions, Damian tugged on her hand and pulled her out of the room.
Dick didn’t call after them, too relieved to get away from his past childhood obsession with Superman.
“Where are we going?” She asked Damian with a laugh.
The boy tugged her harder, clearly annoyed by how slow she was moving.
“I wish to show you something.” Then he hesitated before adding, “It’s a secret.”
When they got to his room, Damian double checked the hallway before closing his bedroom door behind them.
He walked to his giant, walk-in closet.
When he opened the door, Y/N knew exactly what he was hiding.
There was a litter of kittens and their mother in a large cardboard that had food, water, and toys for them.
“Damian…” Y/N cooed at the sight of them.
“I found them on patrol a week ago. It was raining and they were freezing cold. Father and Pennyworth don’t know.”
She arched an eyebrow. There was no chance that they didn’t know. Bruce was aware of everything that happened in this household.
“You can hold them,” Damian offered as he held a kitten up to her.
It warmed her heart. And she took the kitten out of his grip.
She watched as Damian played with them and their mother, who seemed to be alright with this new human touching her babies.
“How’s your father doing, Damian?” Y/N asked carefully after awhile.
He shrugged. “Fine, I suppose. Though I think he was rather sad when you left.”
Y/N hummed.
She was surprised that such a thing could be perceived by Damian. It had to have been rather obvious for him to notice.
But this was most likely all she’d get from the boy.
“I see Grayson is quite happy,” Damian added.
“Think so?”
He nodded.
“I liked Jon. He’s a little cutie.”
“Yuck. He’s my friend.”
Y/N laughed. “You know, I think you’re a little cutie, too. But I would never tell anyone that. I know you’ve got a reputation to uphold.”
Damian glared at her.
But the look just caused Y/N to laugh more.
“Maybe I can convince them to let you keep all of ‘em,” she told him.
His head whipped up to from the kittens to her, surprised by her offer.
“You would do that?” He asked.
“Yeah. I just don’t know how much power I have...”
“More than you think…” Damian mumbled.
“What?”
“I think he still loves you,” the boy said as he looked down at the kittens.
“I’m not so sure. After all, he didn’t seem to even want to talk to me.”
“He doesn’t know how to behave around you and Grayson. He’s scared to get in between the two of you.”
Her brow furrowed. “How do you know that?”
“A couple nights ago, I overheard father and Pennyworth talking about you visiting. Father thought it was best to keep his distance.”
“Overheard or eavesdropped?” She challenged.
Damian smirked mischievously.
“We should probably get back before everyone get’s suspicious. I don’t want to expose your secret,” Y/N finally told him.
The boy nodded in agreement.
“Thank you for sharing it with me.”
“Mhmm,” he hummed back.
——————
Dick and Y/N had already planned to stay the night at the manor.
The two of them stayed in Dick’s bedroom, which only got Y/N to make a dozen jokes about sleeping together in his childhood room.
But the fun ended there.
While Dick quickly fell asleep, Y/N laid wide awake.
She went over her conversation with Damian again and again.
Was Bruce really that worried about her visiting?
After failing at going to sleep for hours, Y/N finally gave up.
She started getting out of bed.
“You OK?” Dick mumbled, her movement instantly waking him up.
“Yeah, I’m fine. Just gonna go get some water from the kitchen,” she told him quietly. “Go back to sleep,” she urged before kissing his cheek.
It was a bit of a white lie.
Y/N was going to find Bruce.
However, she expected to have to trek all the way down to the cave.
Imagine her surprise when there was a slit of light leaking from the office.
Y/N froze, realizing her moment of confrontation was coming much sooner than she’d expected.
Her inhale was shaky the second before she slipped into the room.
Bruce immediately sensed a new presence and looked up from the computer.
“Hey,” Y/N greeted quietly.
Her body language screamed how uncomfortable she was.
But Y/N knew she had to stop running away from the hard questions.
What was the point of going to therapy if she wasn’t going to use the resources and advice to improve her life?
Bruce straightened in his seat, almost as if he’d been caught.
“Hi,” he replied softly.
His eyes held a smile that didn’t reach his lips.
“Couldn’t sleep?” He asked her.
Y/N nodded and crossed her arms.
But she couldn’t stop herself from blurting out, “I’m sorry if it’s hard – me being here, I mean.”
Then she blinked and her eyes widened, fully processing what she just said.
“Or maybe it’s not hard at all and I’m completely projecting,” she added quickly.
Y/N cringed at her mess of a mind and inability to actually communicate what she wanted to say.
“You have nothing to apologize for,” Bruce assured her before she could panic any further.
He slowly stood from his desk and walked out from behind it.
Y/N was a bit caught off guard by how close he stood to her, arms crossed and radiating poise.
She was so used to him keeping a distance – literally and figuratively.
“I’m glad you and Dick came to visit,” Bruce shared.
Y/N nodded.
Of course he would say that. It was the polite thing to do. And Bruce Wayne was raised to be polite, if nothing else.
An awkward silence settled.
“It is hard, you being here,” Bruce finally confessed.
Y/N was caught off guard by the honesty.
“I shouldn’t have kept the two of you apart,” he told her tenderly.
“It wasn’t just you, Bruce. I kept pushing him away,” she tried to defend.
Bruce shook his head. “But you wouldn’t have done that if it were not for me.”
Y/N took in a deep breath. “I’m glad you didn’t come find me.”
It was like they could both feel the gravity of the conversation drop.
“I needed time and space to see our relationship without,” she hesitated, “without being distracted by wanting you to want me.”
She shook her head at her own racing thoughts. “We would’ve been terrible for each other, Bruce.”
His instinct was to tell her that he disagreed.
But that was only because she saw the truth before him, and it made a part of him bitter – bitter that she wasn’t scared of it the same way he clearly was.
So Bruce’s silence said more than any words.
“I finally understood that the issue was never you not being able to find the right person. It was you never finding the person who would make you give up everything else.” Her head bowed in defeat. “And it just…it fucking sucked to realize that wasn’t going to be me. But I had to realize it at some point.”
Bruce cleared his throat. It was more to hold back his emotions than anything else.
“After everything, does it even mean anything when I say that I will always be sorry for what I did to you?” He asked her faintly.
She gave him a sad smile and bowed her head, “It does.”
Her smile brightened.
“Bruce, I really love him,” she whispered.
It was desperate and almost frightened, like she was scared saying it aloud would ruin the whole thing and Dick would disappear.
“I promise…he loves you even more.”
Once again, Y/N was taken aback by Bruce’s words.
But it was the truth.
From the short time Bruce had been in the room with Clark, he was hit with the absolute infatuation Dick had for her. Bruce noticed the way Dick looked at her, how his body was always facing her direction, and the love-sick sparkle in his eyes.
It had made Bruce wonder, ‘Could I have ever loved her that way?’
And he knew it was the what Y/N deserved.
“I won’t allow my mistakes to be the thing that keeps you two away,” Bruce finally disclosed. “I want the two of you to be happy.”
“Thank you,” Y/N whispered, trying to stop her voice from shaking.
Y/N faltered before she asked, “Are you gonna be OK, Bruce?”
He nodded. “Always am.”
She laughed lightly at his answer. “No, you aren’t. You’re just way too good at hiding it. And that’s why I worry.”
“You don’t have to worry about me, Y/N.”
“Well, I’m going to.”
Bruce gave her a shy smirk. “I will be fine.”
Y/N gave a stiff nod. That was as good as she was going to get.
“I should try to get some sleep,” she told him with a shrug.
He nodded. “Goodnight, Y/N.”
With that, she walked slowly out of the office and left him.
Tiptoeing back into the bedroom, Y/N got back into bed and nuzzled close to Dick.
He pulled her into his arms without opening his eyes.
“Hi,” he mumbled sleepily.
“Hi,” she whispered back.
She brushed some hair off his face and took in the sight of him sleeping.
They had officially been together as a couple for the past six months, bouncing around the country together.
Dick had done what he promised and gave Y/N her space.
She ended up staying in Norway for a year, spending 6 more months there after Dick had visited.
It was a real testament to Dick’s self control, the way he stopped himself from texting and calling her every day. He managed to keep it to a single text, once a week. He’d always kept it light, using it more as a check-in to make sure she was doing OK and staying safe.
Now Y/N looked at him as her boyfriend.
Someone she’d never had in her life before.
It was definitely a learning curve for her. But Dick was patient. More patient than Y/N believed she deserved. But that was something she had to work on still, too.
Dick was nothing but loving and gentle with Y/N. He made her laugh and smile – sometimes at his own expense. He taught Y/N that relationships could be filled with fun and jokes. They didn’t always have to be weighed down by tension and uncertainty.
And even though Y/N didn’t understand it or agree, Dick still saw himself as the lucky one.
“I love you, Dick,” she finally breathed as she brushed his cheekbone with his thumb.
“I love you, too.” He mumbled back.
And she had no idea if he was talking in his sleep or not.
Regardless, it was absolutely adorable.
————
Dick was a product of Bruce’s bad habits, often waking up early even when he was disturbingly sleep deprived.
When he walked into the manor’s kitchen the next morning, only Bruce was occupying the room. Alfred was probably working in the gardens.
“Morning,” Dick greeted as he poured himself coffee.
“Heading out early?” Bruce asked.
Dick shook his head. “Y/N didn’t get a lot of sleep last night. So I wanted to let her sleep in as much as she wants. Then we’ll probably head out.”
“Where to?”
Dick shrugged, “San Francisco.”
Bruce just nodded in interest.
“I can feel a lecture coming on…” Dick pointed out before he quirked an eyebrow and took a sip of coffee.
Bruce moved in his seat. “Don’t ruin this, Dick.”
Dick couldn’t help but smirk. “You do understand how ironic that is coming from you, right?”
Bruce sighed, but it was his equivalent of rolling one’s eyes.
“She talk to you last night?” Dick asked.
As soon as Y/N had come back to bed, he knew that’s where she’d been.
“She did,” Bruce confirmed.
Dick shifted his weight.
“You have nothing to worry about,” Bruce said with a smirk. His amusement only earned him a glare from Dick. “She chose you, Dick. And I’m not going to do anything to hurt either of you.”
Dick knew there was nothing but sincerity behind Bruce’s words.
But he also spent most of his life comparing himself to Bruce. This was the first time he’d ever done so with women or love or even sex. It would take a bit more effort to get over it like he had with his other insecurities.
“I know,” Dick finally said quietly.
———————
A few hours later, Y/N had woken up, showered, and gotten her things together.
Dick and her had said their goodbyes to the boys and Alfred.
Just as they were at the door, Y/N noticed Bruce leaning against the wall, watching them leave.
“Go,” Dick urged her quietly when he saw her hesitate. “I’ve already said my goodbyes.”
Y/N’s fingers fidgeted as she slowly walked to Bruce.
“Guess this is goodbye,” she laughed awkwardly.
“Guess so,” he offered with a sad smile.
‘Fuck it,’ she thought before wrapping him in a hug.
“Keep in touch with him, please. He misses you more than you think,” she whispered into his shoulder.
“You let me know if he gives you trouble,” he answered seriously.
But Y/N pulled away with a laugh. “We both know he would never.”
She took a step back. “Bye, Bruce.”
“Goodbye, Y/N.”
And then she was gone.
Bruce watched them leave through the windows.
When Y/N got into the car, Dick reached over with his hand and gave her a sympathetic look. “You OK?”
“Mhmm,” she hummed before kissing him.
“We got a long drive ahead of us,” Dick sighed.
Y/N smiled. “Yeah, but it’ll be fun.”
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THE END
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Serinakakers As Proof
Serinakakers are actually called Norwegian butter cookies in english and I don’t think i’ve ever had one but they look good to me lol i didn’t feel like making a whole new otherworldly dessert sorry I’m lazy sometimes 😂
Summary: You’re dating Loki but keeping it a secret as per Loki’s request. The team starts to question if you’re lying about your ‘lover’ and Loki has to save you because Thor has really bad timing.
It all started two weeks into dating Loki. Loki was a little unsure what the team’s reaction to you two dating would be so he told you to keep it a secret for now. You respected his wishes but that didn’t stop you from flaunting about how you had the best ‘lover’ (Loki refused to be called boyfriend) in the world.
Two weeks in Valentines came up and Loki had a vase of beautiful flowers sent to you with a little card that said, “For the fairest of them all - your love” In reference to Snow White, which you had both watched very recently.
You had taken them around the whole tower, telling people it had come from your lover when they asked.
“At least give us his name, I promise to not, like, totally have a background check on him!” Tony says with a pout.
You laugh and shake your head. “No can do Tin Man. He doesn’t want you all to know who he is just yet.”
“See, that makes me a little skittish, if he doesn’t want us to know he has something to hide.”
“I agree with him and think he should remain nameless.”
“That doesn’t make me feel better.” Tony points out.
You shrug at Tony and do the motions for zipping your lips closed and throwing out the key.
Loki ends up picking a random day, a month later, to send you a big basket of chocolate, your favorite hard candies, and really small plushies of all the Avengers (It’s totally not his way of giving you sweets because you’re on your period). Your favorite plushy isn’t one of the Avengers, it’s a small plushy of Loki. Because you’re given the basket in front of everyone you make sure not to freak out over the Loki plushy but you keep stealing glances at the god who sits apart from everyone else, reading.
“He even got you Loki?” Steve asks bewildered.
“Like it or not, Loki is part of the group. Seems he has built a group of fans now.” You say, stealing a glance at Loki who smirks at his book. You know he’s pleased you’ve defended his honor.
“You do realize I’m right here, do you not?” Loki says, still not looking up from his book.
Steve at least has the decency to look ashamed and his cheeks flare up.
“There’s not a card with a name!” Tony says making everyone look at the basket again.
“Of course not, you dumbass.” You say, slapping the back of Tony’s head, Tony proceeds to throw his hands and slap away at your receding hand. Thor and Bruce chuckle with you at his childish antics.
“Can you at least give us a letter in his name?” Clint asks from your side.
You sigh and look to the ceiling in thought.
“K.”
“Kevin!” Clint immediately yells. “Wait, we don’t know a Kevin.”
“Who said you know who it is?” You ask as you gather your basket to put in your room.
Clint completely disregards what you said and yells, “Kate!”
Natasha hits Clint’s arm, “She’s straight, stupid.”
Tony then pipes in as you walk away rolling your eyes, “Kyle! Kaden! Kayden but with a y!”
“His name doesn’t start with a k guys!” You yell as the elevator closes, exasperated.
Next, a week and a half has passed when they start questioning your relationship. Thor figures it out but only because he grew up with the thing you’re gifted.
You had been the last one to enter the kitchen for dinner and right as you entered Thor came up to you with puppy dog eyes and was holding a tin of sweets. You take a long look at the delicacies, they’re some type of cookies, in a swirl pattern, and decorated with powdered sugar. Thor answers your questions right after you think that.
“They’re butter cookies, can I please have one, your boyfriend sent them.” Thor says making sure to enunciate the word boyfriend. Your eyes snap to Thor’s and the god smiles down at you. On one hand it looks innocent but you see past his facade.
He knows.
You clear your throat and grab the tin from him, making sure to pull one of the cookies out and give it to him.
“Since you’re nice, sure, big guy.” You say giving Thor a look that said ‘Say nothing’. Thor bounces from foot to foot, shoving his cookie in the face of the other Avengers.
“She likes me!” Thor roars then demolishes the cookie in a single bite.
You laugh, glance at Loki from under your lashes as you look at the cookies and pick one out to try.
When the cookie touches your tongue you can’t help closing your eyes and moaning. You chew and the cookie just melts in your mouth. You moan as your take another bite and you think you could practically orgasm this cookie is so damn good but remember the entire team is there.
When you finish the cookie you open you eyes and look at everyone. Tony is looking at you like he wants to eat you, Natasha is eating her food like she doesn’t fucking care, Steve is blushing so hard you think his head might explode. Clint is shocked, and Bruce is looking at you with a raised brow. The last person you look at is Loki who sits there staring at you with flushed cheeks and a glint in his eye that says he’s going to tear those noises from your lips again, this time without the cookies.
You cough and look at Thor who is smiling like he is satisfied. You understand why he wanted one so bad now.
“I’m sorry but what the fuck just happened.” Tony says shaking his head.
You laugh. “I had an orgasm while eating a cookie, get with the program.”
“Honestly, if his cookies are that good you need to marry the man, just saying.” Tony waves his had at you then goes on to start eating his dinner.
You go to eat another cookie but Loki finally says something.
“No dessert before dinner, put the cookies down.”
“Or what?” You challenge the god.
Loki raises a brow at you and levels you with a glare.
“Put them down.”
You suck on your gums and squint at the god as you put the cookies on the table.
“You’re lucky I like you.”
“Ok, first of all, you like everyone so I don’t see the point in saying that. Second, how have you told Loki you like him before me? We all know I’m the favorite around here.” Tony scoffs while aggressively stabbing a broccoli floret.
You take your seat next to Loki and that’s when it’s asked.
“Is your boyfriend even real? Or are you gifting yourself all these things so you’ll make one of us jealous?” Clint asks in a normal voice, he really doesn’t mean it to be mean.
You stop smiling at Tony and frown at Clint.
“He’s real.” You say a little hurt.
“I mean it just seems a little fishy.”
You pout at Clint.
“I could look into her purchases and see if she bought it herself.” Tony rouses from the other side of the table. He’t totally joking but Steve doesn’t take it that way.
“Tony! That’s private, you can’t just do that!” Steve tries protecting you.
You start to get a little angry.
“He’s real. If you don’t think he’s real then that’s on you. I know he is and that’s all that matters.” You reason, more for yourself than anything else.
Under the table you feel Loki’s hand squeeze at your thigh.
“Just give us something to let us know he’s real.” Tony pushes.
You slam your hands on the table and stand up so fast the chair you were in topples over.
“Stop!” Loki yells, in a quick move he stands and puts an arm in front of you, not to protect Tony but to stop you before you did something you regret.
The room is silent save for your rough breathing.
“It’s me.” Loki harshly says, glaring at Tony and Clint.
“You don’t have to cover for her, it’s embarrassing but-”
“Shut up!” You scream at Clint.
“I’m not trying to cover for her. I’ve been dating her for the past month and a half. I did not want her to tell you because I wasn’t sure how all of you would react.” Loki gets out then turns and brings you to him so he may kiss you.
Loki makes it a show for the team, relaxes as you lean into him, your hands wrapping around his neck and tugging at the nape of his neck. He pulls away before you can lose yourself in his kiss and looks at the team with a raised eyebrow as if asking ‘Is that enough for you?’.
Finally Thor peeps in between a big bite of his food. “Ay, Loki is telling the truth, those are Serinakakers, an Asgardian delicacy my mother used to make us.”
Loki rolls his eyes at his brother’s really bad timing and then looks back down at you, you’re still wrapped around him, now with a tiny smile on your lips as you look at him.
“Ok, darling?” Loki asks anyways.
“I’ll be happy if you let me take those cookies and eat those for dinner in my bedroom.”
Loki brings a hand up and trails a finger from the back of your jaw to your chin, going up to touch your bottom lip. “Only if you promise to make those sweet sounds every bite you take.” Loki whispers.
“Ok this is seriously gross, I’m literally gonna throw up.” Tony says with a fake gag.
You laugh and pull from Loki who glares at Tony. You point at Tony, then at Clint. “Don’t think you two are off the hook, I’m still royally pissed, you’re just lucky when I’m around Loki I can’t stay mad.”
You make your way around the table, Loki following, dinner forgotten, and pick up your cookies. Then, you head towards your room.
Halfway to the elevator Loki grabs your hand and doesn’t let go until you’re both laying on your bed enjoying your cookies. Talking about everything and nothing.
#loki x reader#loki#loki odinson#loki laufeyson#reader insert#my writing#i had this idea a few days ago and didn't have any time to really write it out#i feel i could have done more but my mind is working at like ADD mode right now#my adderall is wearing off cuz i took it early#so idk if ill get to write more or not#but hopefully i can ^^#also my transitions could use a little work i apologize about that i try not to make them so generic and like next#this happens#or like then he#and on this day#i just have trouble of thinking of good ways to transition sorry
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succession s3 e9 recap: what am i going to do with a soul anyway? 4/6
despite me not understanding quite why, gerri tells them about what is going on in terms of gojo.
i honestly just needed another screen grab of gerri.
i miss her. i miss her already. i can't believe we won't see gerri for another year, maybe, and i can't believe we won't necessarily always see these two in the same shot:
i can't really process this information just yet. gerri looks good, though!!!
greg calls roman a sexual pervert (which he deserves) and roman says to the contessa that she doesn't need to speak to greg (which is true).
also, greg has heard on the lackey slack that some investors are, in fact, in italy (which i guess gerri mentioned) because they don't like the pillows there.
listen, whenever greg says something it's honestly a little bit like the swedish chef for me. i understand that some might get it, i respect it even, but i just don't and i zone out. so you'll have to see for yourself instead of trusting my spaced out, adhd brain:)
kerry speaks to gerri and i need to make a little side note: they are really bad with names on this show. laird and baird? kerry and gerri? SANDI AND SANDY? is this a rich person thing? is this the succession writers knowing the fan base and knowing we won't care but absolutely ruin you if you spell a name wrong?
i'm not sure.
also, apologies for spelling mattson's name wrong during one of these episodes. i simply assumed they spelled it the norwegian way, but he's not only swedish - he is a swede written by anglophones:)
anyway.... back to gerri speaking to kerry....
we don't hear what they are saying and when roman inquires what tf is happening, kerry very clearly lies. so at this point, they are not including the sibs in the discussion.....
but previously gerri was?
either kerry is a bigger player than we think she is (perhaps) or something made gerri change her mind....
roman finally gives in and tells shiv the details about his lake como/swiss conversations.
shiv's response is priceless.
because she knows what is at stake. roman thinks he is safe. he was kind of promised a golden cushion, right? a place around the table? that's how they got him to leave.
shiv, however, knows she is not entitled to anything if her dad is not CEO.
fuck anyone who hates shiv more than any of the other siblings. they are all awful and you are just misogynist.
anyway, they bring kendall in, but kendall is really, really, really not doing well.
the cinematography is amazing in this scene. kudos to everyone, but especially to jeremy strong. the man knows how to act.
anyway, he tells the twins shiv and roman about killing that kid during shiv's wedding.
it's honestly quite heartwarming and i can't believe he said it out loud.
also, roman's point is sorta valid: i don't think kendall is as much at fault as he was led to believe by his father. a friend of mine noted this upon rewatch and i have to say the same, having watched this show an unseemly amount of times: it's the cover up that is more or less the crime.
right?
or did jeremy strong just gaslight me with his crying?
maybe.
roman, shiv and kendall FINALLY find themselves on the same team, ready to take down daddy. and they take the longest car ride ever across what seems like not only tuscany, but europe as a whole.
all the finales include some sibling bonding and i LOVE IT.
roman and the rest agree in the car that they are going to go against their dad and honestly, i know i've said matthew deserves the emmy both on here and on my twitter, but look at this face:
kieran culkin is a treasure and i'm sorry i hated on roman during all of this episode so far.
sometimes roman strikes me as the only character truly capable of love...
part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6
#succession#succession hbo#succession spoilers#succession recap#succession season 3#succession season finale#roman roy#kieran culkin#gerri kellman#j. smith cameron#shiv roy#sarah snook#greg hirsch#nicolas braun#zoe winters#kerry succession#kendall roy#jeremy strong
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