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teamatsumu · 5 months

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was i meant to love you? (part two)

pairing: miya osamu x reader

summary: the kanji on your arm says miya atsumu’s name, but every fiber of your being is in love with his twin brother.

word count: 3314

warnings: fem!reader, soulmate au, friends to lovers, some non canon events, swearing, angst if you squint, atsumu x reader, cheating trope (you have been warned), suggestive sexual content but nothing explicit

taglist: @hadukada @utopiamiroh @angstylittleb1tch @sassycheesecake

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The thud of volleyballs and squeaking of shoes was quickly dissipating as members of the Inarizaki Boys’ Volleyball Team slowly cleared out of the gym. Everyone had done their share of cleaning, but your captain, Kita Shinsuke, was meticulous as ever, making sure the wet mops were clean so they didn’t stink up the storage room and all the balls were accounted for. As usual, he insisted you head out, saying it was already very late and he wasn’t comfortable with the idea of you still being out of the house at this time and in this weather.

The cold air stung you when you stepped out, choosing to forego changing back into your school uniform and instead walking home in your volleyball team tracksuit. Your wool scarf did plenty to warm you up, but it couldn’t substitute for the heat of your blankets or bed, so you hurriedly trudged on.

Your phone buzzed in your jacket pocket.

Samu: where are u? walk home together?

You frowned and sighed at the message. Osamu offering to walk you home meant Atumu would be there too. And you really didn’t want to be around him, not after your newly realized feelings. Or lack thereof, actually. You weren’t in the mood to once again be confronted by the fact that your soulmate didn’t make your heart burst with love like he should.

Your phone buzzed again, shaking you from your thoughts.

Samu: ur not at the gym?? its just kita here

You scowled, slowing to a stop. Where the hell was Osamu? You tapped on the little receiver icon, lifting the phone to your ear. Once the line connected, you heard his breaths on the other end.

“Why are you at the gym? You should’ve been home twenty minutes ago.” You asked, shivering. The twins had left after practice, knowing you often stayed late to tie up loose ends.

“I sat down at the store around the corner for a bit. I came back to check if ya were done. Where are ya?”

Before you could answer, heavy footsteps sounded behind you, making you cut the line when Osamu entered your field of vision. You felt your lips tug up, waving at him as he hung up and reached you, shoulders hunched to protect his neck from the cold.

“You’re gonna get sick.” You frowned as you watched him.

“Hello to you too.” He rolled his eyes and childishly stuck out his tongue, both of you falling in step as you trekked the way back to your neighborhood.

The walk was relatively silent, with Osamu offering you a packet of jelly beans. You popped one in your mouth, trying to rid yourself of the relief you felt when you saw that Atsumu wasn’t with him. It wasn’t something you were proud of, avoiding your own soulmate, but it helped that Atsumu was so focused on volleyball most days that he didn’t really care either.

You wondered if you should tell Osamu about it, but dismissed the thought quickly. Osamu didn’t even have a soulmate. If you complained about your own soulmate problems, it would make you feel like a monster.

Maybe you were a monster. An ungrateful one at that.

“Where’s Tsumu?” You asked, biting the inside of your cheek. Your guilt had spurred your question, and all it did was double the horrible feeling inside you.

Osamu shrugged. “He didn’t wanna wait at the store. Somethin’ about wanting to pee real bad.”

“Charming.” You deadpanned, before frowning at the boy next to you. “Wait, you were waiting? What for? Me to be done?”

Osamu only nodded, focused a little too much on his jelly beans. Your scowled deepened as did your confusion.

“Why?”

Osamu shrugged, still avoiding your eyes. “It’s colder than usual. And with the wind blowing like this, it might rain or storm. What if ya got stuck in it?”

Your heart skipped, mouth going dry as words failed you. You watched Osamu’s profile, the way his gray hair fell over his forehead, some strands catching his eyelids. His profile was all straight lines, the jut of his jaw prominent as he chewed.

“Samu…”

Unexpectedly, tears were pricking at your eyes. You choked out a surprised sob, your feet stopping as months worth of suppressed emotions overwhelmed you.

“What the-” Osamu’s wide eyes snapped towards you, crushing the empty snack wrapper and shoving it into his backpack before he turned to you. “Why are ya cryin’? What did I say?”

You shook your head a bit harder than necessary, trying to convey that no part of your fucked up, guilt ridden, fearful brain was caused by him. You waved your hands a bit, trying to say anything at all that wasn’t pathetic crying noises. Osamu softened a bit.

“Is this about Tsumu?” His voice was more muted now, and you almost didn’t hear it over the sound of the wind whooshing in your ears. You stared at him with wide eyes. Did…. he know?

Osamu gave you a sad smile and a shrug. “It’s pretty obvious. Yer avoidin’ him. Didja guys get in a fight?”

You shook your head, looking closely at Osamu. His face was blank, but open. He stared right back, and his eyes were so calm that it stopped your own flowing tears. Something in your mind was made up.

“Samu, can I confess something to you?”

He gave you an encouraging little smile. “Always.”

That did it. Your rant started there, on the sidewalk outside a closed down bookstore, and ended at your house, on your bed, both of you out of your outdoor wear and with steaming hot cocoa mugs between the two of you. Osamu had not only listened, but he had guided you all the way home while you lost yourself in your words. And he made you a hot beverage along the way too.

Silence stretched over you both when you finished, staring down at the mug before you. Your cheeks were warm, half from how heated you got as you spilled your heart out and half from being out of the stormy weather. Osamu had been smart to return to your house instead of his, so you could talk without fear of Atsumu listening. You stared at him when you finished, but when he didn’t say anything, you tacked on one more sentence.

“I don’t know what to do.”

The cry for help was clear in your voice, and it made him look up at you.

“I…. don’t know that either.” He confessed. “I wish I could tell you.”

He shuffled a bit closer to you, directly in front of you, and gave you the softest smile. Your heart skipped again, that same funny feeling you got when he told you he waited for you. And you felt, once more, the urge to hug him tight.

“I don’t….. really know how this soulmate thing goes.” He muttered, and you listened with bated breath. For the first time ever, Osamu was talking about his own lack of soulmate. “But I do know one thing. You and Tsumu have known each other forever. Whatever this thing is, it will pass. And the universe put ya two together, of course yer meant ta be. Don’t worry yer little head about it, okay?”

You felt your heart settle as you looked into Osamu’s eyes. So calm, so unlike your muddled thoughts. But his words inspired little comfort, but in his close proximity, you ignored it entirely. Your cheeks heated up, and you felt the urge to close the gap between you two even more. So you did.

Osamu wrapped you up in his arms when you pressed closer to him, not hesitating in hugging you tight. You felt your heart race faster, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. If anything, it made your nerves quietly buzz, a soft thrumming that felt so nice you nearly cried.

You didn’t even realize when you fell asleep, too exhausted from having spilled your whole heart out. So you definitely didn’t notice the wet sheen in Osamu’s eyes, or how he rapidly blinked his tears away to make sure they didn’t fall on you, his hold on your body gently tightening.

………………

Something changed after that night. Somehow, Osamu being the only one who knew your shameful secret brought you even closer together. While you didn’t talk about it again, Osamu subtly encouraged you to get closer to Atsumu, to spend more time with him and “mend” your failing relationship. To Atsumu’s credit, you two did end up spending an awesome night out together, which could technically be classified as a date but felt more like hanging out with your best friend. You giggled and laughed with him all night, like you used to, and some of the fear in your head melted away. Maybe Osamu was right. Maybe everything would be okay.

When Atsumu kissed you goodnight at your front door, you didn’t feel anything. But you weren’t worried. This would fix itself too. Just as everything else had fixed itself.

You entered your third year of high school with your boyfriend and best friend by your side, ready to crush senior year and then move onto adult life. Atsumu went to Youth Camp again, now being seriously looked at as a candidate for the pro leagues. You were ecstatic for him, and you trusted completely that he would crush it. Osamu was looking into culinary school, and you were looking into university as well in your own preferred field.

Graduation was an emotional affair, especially with the realization that you were splitting up from the Twins soon. You had been accepted into a university in Tokyo, while Osamu was staying in Hyogo. Atsumu was already trying out for the V League, and it had him bouncing from place to place.

Your mother was vehemently against you and Atsumu not staying together, which annoyed you. The idea of staying glued to his ass was not appealing. You wanted to carve your own path. It was only when you convinced your mother that Atsumu’s endless traveling would have him in Tokyo quite often did she feel satisfied enough, and so life as an adult began filled with a promise for new adventures.

It was away at university that you first experienced just how much you depended on the Twins. Especially Osamu.

Emotionally, Osamu had been your rock. He was always the one you went to with every rant, every problem, every worry. While Atsumu was helpful at times too, he was more of a talker than a listener. But Osamu always gave you his full attention. He would sit and listen to you for hours if you asked, chiming in at all the right places and really making you feel heard. When you started life at a new place, you were hit with the nasty, all encompassing feeling of missing him down to your very bones.

You texted him, you video called, you watched as the gray dye slowly faded from his hair, leaving him with his natural dark brown. He talked to you about culinary school, excited to share what new dish or flavor he had learned or created, and you watched as his face fleshed out more, losing almost all his remaining childhood fat and leaving him looking older. You supposed you changed in the same way, but Osamu never commented on it. He always talked to you the same, like you had never left.

You missed him terribly.

Your university friends were overly in awe that your soulmate was a pro volleyball player, and often thought you were on the phone with him when it was actually Osamu. It did hit you with a pang of guilt slightly, because while you also talked to Atsumu daily, it was never very long drawn out like it was with Osamu. You knew everything going on in his life, but you weren’t invested like you were in Osamu’s life.

And that little skip of your heartbeat never went away. In fact, it became more frequent. Whenever Osamu’s voice would first ring through your phone, your heart would jump, and your smile was automatic. His laugh would make you grin, and talking to him settled your nerves in a way no other person could.

It didn’t surprise you when a certain worry started sitting in your chest. A gnawing voice, low pitched but annoying, muttering in your head about how this was wrong, you should be feeling this way for your soulmate and not his fucking twin brother. You weren’t dense. You knew what a crush was. And you knew that these feelings were definitely indicating a crush. But you dismissed it as just Osamu being Atsumu’s twin. They were identical looking. So it was natural for you to like Osamu because he was so closely reminding you of your soulmate.

You tried to ignore the fact that your actual soulmate never made you feel this way.

Atsumu visited you often, maybe one weekend every month, which he would spend in your apartment. Your roommates would wiggle their eyebrows and make lewd, suggestive comments, saying something about how they should clear out for the weekend since you two would be getting loud and rowdy. It made you flush furiously, but you couldn’t exactly tell them nothing would happen.

You and Atsumu had yet to go all the way. The most you did was a makeout session that felt cold and distant. It was worrisome, it was a huge concern, but it was something neither of you talked about. You were comfortable with Atsumu. You would pig out on junk food, talk shit about old high school folks you both knew, he would whine about his teammates and you would fill him up on your share of university gossip, and then you two would fall asleep cuddled under your blankets. It was comforting, a slice of home, and so what if the thought of sex with Atsumu made you kind of uncomfortable and grossed out? It would pass. You were still young.

But then you would feel the butterflies burst to life in your stomach when Osamu called, you would watch his eyes through your phone screen, how every passing month made him look more like a man and less like a boy. His dark eyes, just as calm as they were when you were kids, but now….. sultrier. More dreamy. Sometimes he would send you a morning selfie, still in bed, just above the neck but you could tell he was shirtless, and you would imagine waking up like that, with his shirtless body next to you. And you would wonder what his skin would feel like under your fingertips.

This was bad. This was so, so bad. But you couldn’t control it. All you could do was deny the existence of these feelings. Waking up every morning and convincing yourself that the man in your dreams was not him, but Atsumu. Though you knew. Deep down, you knew.

You didn’t go back to Hyogo after your first year. Your parents had traveled down to Tokyo and you spent a wonderful two weeks with them before the new term started, and while Osamu groaned and complained about how bad he wanted to see you, you were relieved. You couldn’t see him, not when your head was messed up with thoughts of him. Thoughts you should never, ever have. You wondered, now very often, what you would do if you saw him in your current state. How badly you would want to kiss him.

No. God. No.

Once Atsumu became a starter for the MSBY Black Jackals, he and Osamu decided to get an apartment together in Osaka, the team’s hometown. Osamu had freshly graduated, while you still had one year left. And as per her nature, your mother started hounding you to complete your final year in Osaka. She wanted you to move in with the Twins, and for the first time in a long time, you were on board with one of her wishes.

You had missed them both so much. And you yearned for the time you spent every single day with them. The thought of sharing a living space with them was extremely exciting, so when you ironed out the details of your university transfer, you were on the first train to Osaka.

Halfway through your ride, Atsumu texted that he couldn’t make it to the station (since your train had been delayed and he had an event for later that night), and you tried to digest the implication of his untimely absence.

Osamu would be picking you up.

You felt anxiety creep up on you at the thought, fiddling with your hands and biting severely at your bottom lip. Shockingly, you had not seen Osamu since graduation. Your parents had moved to Tokyo after your first term, since nothing was holding them in Hyogo anymore, so you spent your breaks with them. And between Osamu opening his own Onigiri Place and working on his uni courses, he never got the time to come down and visit you.

Fresh in your twenties, you were a different person now. Tokyo had truly changed you, given you new experiences, new friends, new opportunities. For a brief second, you worried how your reunion with Osamu would go. You two had talked nearly every day for three years, but surely seeing him in person would be different, right?

You were right.

You found him standing next to a pillar in the crowded station, trying to stay out of everybody’s way. It wasn’t hard to spot him, since he was so tall. He had grown, which was a given. You should’ve known, because Atsumu had grown too. But you didn’t expect it. And you also didn’t expect him to have…. bulked up so much.

You knew he hadn’t really played volleyball after high school, so he had decided to start going to a gym instead. Your mouth went dry as you saw the results of it now. Osamu was wearing a tight compression shirt that hugged him in all the right places, broad shoulders, bulging biceps, down to his slim waist. His hair, now dark, looked softer than ever before, and you felt the urge to feel it between your fingers. His focus was on his phone screen, so he didn’t notice your distant gawking. God, he was…. a specimen. Was he always like this? Had you never noticed?

You felt your knees wobble like a baby deer as you walked closer to him, watching as he finally looked up and his eyes met yours. Something zipped through you like hot current, and you felt your ears buzz.

“Hi.” You sounded breathless.

“Hey.” He replied, and you saw, in real time, his eyes run over you from head to toe, before quickly snapping back up to your face. You saw his ears warm at the thought of you catching him as he looked you over, and you felt something liquid hot churn in your stomach.

When you hugged him, you experienced the true change in his strength. His arms were steady, torso firm but warm, and he smelled so good. You shivered when you felt his face find home in the crook of your neck, and you feared he would feel your heart as it jumped around frantically in your chest, trying to beat out of your ribcage.

He pulled back just enough to look into your eyes, and you were met up close with the wonderful, calm slate gray. You watched as his lips tilted up at the corners, as his cheeks twitched with that same, lazy smile.

“Missed ya.” He whispered.

“I-” Your eyes flickered, and you finally gave into your overwhelming urge, leaning forward only a few inches so your lips pressed firmly against his.

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spacecowboyhotch · 9 months

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The Bee and the Bear, Chapter 2: Back in the Beef

summary: carmy takes the first step to mending his relationship with you.

pairing: carmy berzatto x fem!reader (Bee)

contents: 18+/NSFW/eventual smut, grief, death of family member, explicit language, pining, longing

wc: 2.3k

an: back with part 2! i really love these two and the whole “will they, won’t they” vibes they give off. like obviously they’re in love and have been avoiding their whole lives, rippppp. let me know if i missed any warnings. thoughts/comments/reblogs are always appreciated!

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chapter 1: And Then There Were 4 < |

Carmy usually doesn’t answer the phone– not because he doesn’t want to and not because he doesn’t care but because he’s busy. There’s always something to do. He’s always needed in the present, always necessary with each new step forward and that lends itself to be distant with those who aren’t right in front of you. But, when you call Carmy to let him know that The Beef is his, his phone is in his hand. He nearly drops it, watching as your contact name and an outdated picture of the two of you pop up on his screen.

He doesn’t decline the call, he watches it ring and ring until it goes to voicemail. And when your face disappears from the screen, his chest goes empty. The voicemail icon replaces the missed call notification on his phone and his hands grow clammy. He shoves his phone back into his coat pocket and fishes out a cigarette, lighting it quickly. After a few pulls he feels much more equipped to listen to your message.

This had to be about Mikey.

You’ve given up on him and stopped calling years ago when he failed to reciprocate your attempts at connection. Carmy’s sure that Mikey’s death is the only thing that could make you tolerate him after that. The ship he so desperately wanted to get on but ignored has sailed. But, maybe this call could be a lifeboat. Maybe through loss, he could get you back.

Were you calling to give him your condolences? To chew him out for not showing up to his brother’s funeral? He could take something like that from Sugar or Richie, even his mother– but not from you. From you, it would feel like a knife to the heart. He listens to the voicemail anyway.

Too much time has passed since he’s heard your voice. It's different and yet somehow all the same— a little deeper and less girlish— but still so smooth and sweet. You sound nervous and the beginning makes him chuckle under his breath in a white puff of air from the cold.

“Oh fuck, sorry. H-Hi, Carmen. It’s…it’s me. Nat and I just went through Mikey’s will and well…he left it to you. The Beef I mean, it’s yours. Sugar really needs you to come home to figure this out.”

Carmy goes breathless, eyes shutting as his mind starts to whirl. The restaurant he never got to work in is now his? Mikey had left him The Beef? Mikey had hardly ever trusted him with anything once he went away, and now is the time that he wants his skills? When he’s dead?

There’s a swell of emotions in his chest that make it tighten— grief, anger, devastation— and he’s about to hang up by smashing the phone into the ground when your voice plays again.

Your voice is softer this time, but infused with desperation and even some grit: “Just come home and help your fucking sister. Please, Carmy.”

He has no choice now. Not when you sound like that. He goes inside and quits his job. On the walk home he books a plane ticket and once inside he packs everything he can fit in a suitcase and calls around for storage units.

It’s time to go back to The Beef.

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Carmy puts the ad out for a sous before he’s even finished packing. A day later when he gets a call from a chef named Sydney.

Sydney’s been waiting for something like this to roll around. She scours and picks through ads no matter the time of day: while she cases her route, in her ice-block of a mail truck on lunch, at 2 a.m. when she’s up writing recipe notes in her tiny black book. Before he’s even seen her resume he can feel that she’s the one but tells her to bring her resume to stag at the end of the week. He needs to feel the click in person before he just hires her on, especially with the shitshow he knows he’s about to put her through.

Mikey wasn’t wrong: The Beef is a mess. Nothing is clean, there’s no technique or nuisance, and the staff is rowdy and combative. Thank god for Sydney and her training, her tact. He’d be drowning otherwise. He was right about her, they’re perfect partners, finishing each other’s thoughts and movements, and ideas.

Richie’s hovering, ignoring his responsibilities to fuck with Carmy when he says, “Still can’t believe you let her walk out like that.”

Carmy meets Richie’s playful gaze with a glare, “Cousin, do me a favor and shut the fuck up.”

“Let who walk out?” Sydney asks curiously, eyes trained on her prep.

“Bee,” Fak supplies, perched on the counter behind them.

“Shut up, Fak,” Carmy pleads.

Sydney glances over her shoulder at him, “And who are you again?”

“I’m Fak. The Fak. Well there are multiple Faks but—“

Carmy cuts him off quickly, not in the mood to hear another one of his rants, “He fixes things for us. By the way Fak, aren’t you suppose to be, I don’t know, fucking working?”

“You got it.”

Sydney tries to keep her voice nonchalant, hoping that Carmy won’t feel pressured by her when she asks, “Who’s Bee?”

“Childhood friend,” He says reluctantly. “Can we focus on prep?”

Sydney ducks her head, that regret from before surging inside of her, “Yes, chef.”

“Thank you, chef.”

For the first time since he’s arrived, Carmy’s grateful for the insanity of The Beef. For the way that Tina and Ebra and Marcus and Richie never stop talking a mile a minute because they distract him from thoughts of you. All the guilt and shame that comes with the way he treated everyone of course, but most of all you. He’d always gotten vibes from you, even before he did on his own, Richie and Mikey and Sugar were trying to get him to open his eyes. Somewhere along the way he convinced himself that freeing you of him was the best for everyone involved.

“Cousin.” Richie’s voice pulls him out of his robotic routine.

Carmy’s eyes dart to the kitchen’s entrance but his hands don’t stop, “Fuck, what is it?”

When Richie’s voice is that quiet and earnest there’s a problem. Your face popping around Richie’s arm is enough of an answer and Carmy’s heart drops into his stomach. This wasn’t how he hoped to see you again. He’s been crafting a text for days, trying to figure out the best way to ask you to talk. But talking about all of it sounds so daunting. The double-edged sword of picking and prodding at all your shared wounds in some hopes of healing.

You glare up at Richie, “Richie, where’s Sugar? Why are you bein’ a fucking weirdo?”

“Oh, another person. Ok, ok,” Sydney nods, before turning back to her prep.

“Bee– what’re you doing here?” Carmy’s voice breaks and he winces at the way it sounds. It's not that he’s disappointed to see you, he just never wants you around this place. He’s all too aware that that sounds too much like Mikey, but quickly pushes the thought into the back of his mind.

Sydney’s curiosity peaks again at the sight of you. What are the odds that the seemingly infamous Bee would show up after Carmy avoided talking about her? 100%. She waves her knife at you, “Hi, I’m Sydney. Carmy’s sous.”

You smile at the woman, eyes lingering on her beautiful, patterned scarf for a moment, “Hi Sydney, good to meet you. Since Richie’s not answering my questions, have you seen Sugar?”

“Sugar’s not here,” Richie says simply, leaning up against the wall as eyes flicker between you and Carmy.

“She’s not here,” You repeat, your face twisting with confusion.

Carmy wipes his hands on his apron, stepping over to you with eyes full of concern, “Why? What’s wrong? What’s up?”

The way he’s looking at you makes your heart flutter in your chest. Goddamn those fucking blue eyes, so soft and so sad. “Oh, it’s nothing, really. She just— she told me to drop this off to her. Why would she not be here?

Carmy groans, scrubbing his hand over his face. His fucking sister. Always having to step in, always having to meddle and get in her hands in places they don’t belong. She’d set you— both of you up.

“I’ll be right back, Syd.”

“Gotcha.”

“Come with me,” He murmurs. You realize a beat too late that he's talking to you, so he grabs your hand and pulls you back to Mikey’s office. To his office. He releases your hand quickly, “Uh, what is it?”

You ignore the sweat that slicks your palms, trying not to think about whose it is, “Some paperwork that you’d need for the restaurant? I think it’s the deed, y’know switching it from Mikey to you. You’ll need it for like inspection or taxes or—“

He takes the envelope from your hands, his fingers brushing your own, “Thank you, thank you.”

“Yeah, of course.”

He does that thing he always does, squinting at you for a moment that shows he’s turning a thought over and over in his head.

You smile awkwardly at him, though that familiar look on his face endears him to you, “What?”

“Do you wanna hang out tomorrow night?” He asks in a mumbled rush.

He speaks so quickly that you almost don’t understand him, except that you’ve been waiting for him to ask you that question since you were 18.

“What?”

He shrugs, running a hand through his messy hair, “Hang out, do you want to like do something?”

“With me?”

He raises a brow like he doesn’t know what you mean, “Yeah, you could come to my apartment? I could cook.”

“Oh. Um, yeah, sure. It’s been a while.”

He laughs, nodding a few times, “Yeah it has.”

You chuckle, licking your lips, “I imagine this is what Sugar wanted.”

His eyes track your mouth before he can stop himself but he forces his gaze back up, “Yeah, she’s smart like that.”

“She is. I’ll let her know her plan worked,” You tease.

He laughs again— a short, bright sound, “Cool, cool. So, I’ll text you my address?”

“Yeah, that’d be great. Should I bring anything?”

“Some wine, maybe?”

“Any kind?”

“Anything you want, Bee.”

And god the way he says your name. The way he’s looking at you again with those stupidly pretty blue eyes. You never stood a chance.

“Okay, I’ll see you tomorrow then.”

He sighs in relief now that the hard part is done, his smile widening at the thought of you sitting at his kitchen table, “Heard.”

You snort, shaking your head at his stupid chef talk, “Heard.”

The two of you are too wrapped up in each other, floating in your bubble of awkward bliss to have heard that Sydney’s knife stopped chopping, or that Richie stopped fucking with someone else. Too occupied to hear their steps get closer and closer to the office, or that the tips of their heads are peaking around the corner. That is until you playfully push his shoulder, pushing his body in a way that brings them into his peripheral vision.

Carmy’s eyes go wide for a moment, his head tilting in inquiry as he looks at Sydney and Richie, “You two joinin’ forces, huh?”

Sydney gives you a sheepish smile, her eyes full of regret, “We were just— we were um—“

“Good to meet you, Sydney. Richie,” You say as you snake between the two of them.

Richie dips to press a kiss to your temple, “See you, sweetheart.”

Carmy returns to his station without a word to either of them even when they join him back in the kitchen. For a while there’s silence again– though this time it is clearly awkward, full of things unsaid.

Breaking the silence, Richie does his best impression of Carmy, “Hang out, do you want to like do something?”

Carmy points the knife at him, scowling, “Oh, fuck you Richie! Why don’t you fuck off.”

Sydney tries to hold in her laughter and fails, giggling, “She must be down pretty for that to have worked.”

Carmy’s brows raise so high it’s comical, “Oh, really?”

“I’m fuckin’ with you, Carm.”

“Yeah, fuck you, fuck the both of you,” He says through a laugh.

Richie does fuck off, going back out to the front of house to do his job for once. It leaves Sydney and Carmy in the hustle and bustle of prep again.

She bumps his shoulder with her own, “You deserve it, Carmy.”

His mouth twitches as he glances over at her and when their eyes meet, he knows she’s being genuine. “Thanks, Syd. Can we like, maybe never talk about this again?”

“Totally, yeah. For sure. Absolutely,” She agrees easily and they both laugh, deep in their bellies.

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You drive home with a lightness in your step, one you are pointedly trying to ignore because this is nothing but two friends seeing each other after being apart for some while. You have a partner to go home, a life to go home to. And Carmy’s never given you any indication that this was more than friendship. He wouldn’t have left you out in the cold if it was more…right? He wouldn’t do this to you if he loved you like that, would he? It doesn’t matter how many times you try to rationalize what has and hasn’t happened between you and Carmy– it never makes it hurt less.

That night a wave of nostalgia washes over you as you lay in your childhood bedroom, thinking about Carmy. You feel 16 again, staring up at the faded purple paint covered in droves of flowers. As you close your eyes, you answer some of those questions that popped into your mind at the thought of calling him.

He is the machine you thought he’d become. But his eyes are just as deep, but sadder. His laugh is the same, a little awkward but just as genuine. The flush in his cheeks proves that his heart still beats. He is that boy you fell in love with all those years ago, even as the man he’s become.

He’s your Carmy. Your Bear. It makes you ache.

| > chapter 3: Like a Bear to a Hive

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An incomplete ranking of my favorite lab cubes™

#3 - Cryocube

Really good at keeping things cold. Like the best at it. I really like opening the big hatch on the side and listening to it depressurize. Loses points because it uses the most energy of anything in the lab.

#2 - WiseCube

Look, I don't know what WiseCube does. I don't want to know. I have never once seen anyone use WiseCube, or even acknowledge its existence. But apparently it is a "Fuzzy Control System" so it must be important.

#1 - spaceCUBE40

The OG. Yes, it may just be a microwave, but it has been a microwave for longer than I have been a person, and still works better and harder than I ever had. Currently the lab where it resides is under construction so it has been banished to the storage cupboard, but as soon as we need it it will be back at it again shooting out radiation at whatever we need it to like nothing ever happened. An icon in brown and orange.

#science #scientist #lab #laboratory #lab work #science side of tumblr #PhD #PhD student #grad student #biology phd #biology phd student #cubes #spacecube40 #lichenology

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*#!& it, Au time

*it's been a decade since the company C&A has declared bankruptcy and shut down, suspiciously just in time as several missing report cases became public. Searches went cold and they were declared dead, obviously many suspects the company and it's higher ups of any involvement but with no proof, the case was closed and forgotten and the company's assets were sold away to those interested in them*

*After unfortunately getting a promotion from the company you work for, you were given an odd USB that was collecting dust in the storage bin instead of the usual celebration because you qoute from them "Things are getting more expensive here" Yeah right and so they decided to give you this old piece of junk but when they explained that the USB belongs to the C&A company before their bankruptcy you were curious on its contents*

*What could be inside this USB? Some kind of company secret? a file containing sensitive info? Some video of worker's training? At this point you aren't sure as all you know is that the company used to air some weird 3d shows that no one seems to remember. Maybe you should plug it in to see or maybe you can just sell the damn thing again but who the hell would want an old USB? Collectors maybe?*

*It would take you another week and a half to finally get curious enough to actually plug in the darn thing to your PC, when you did it prompt a request to download and wanting to know what contains in the damn thing, You click accept as it started downloading. it took a while and after it finishes downloading, An app icon appear on your desktop, it says "The amazing DIGITAL CIRCUS", hovering your mouse over it, you double click and... it opened to a blank screen, confuse, you click anything in the screen, nothing, you pressed Esc and it merely brought you back to your Monitor, is that it? what a rip off*

*Well you sure hope it isn't any kind of virus, you lean over to your pc to pull out the USB , Ready to throw it back at your boss for some actual money for your promotion when you suddenly hear a warped noise, almost sounding like a liquid being plunged through by something or someone, you turn back to your monitor and felt your heart jump to your throat as you see a gloved red hand sticking through your monitor, reaching out to you*

"WHAT THE FUCK!?!?!"

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In this au, after being trapped in the digital world for at least 20 years, the performers were finally given the means of exit but not in the way that they thought, being in the digital world for so long their bodies were basically turned into digital overtime and their human bodies and memories are lost. So now basically think of them as like the gems from steven universe in the real world now.

They live with the reader after making a bit of deal with them and after calming them down (Cuz u would get scared too if you see this giant grinning rabbit man in yo living room)

They can use any devices with screens as like portals to the real world and to the digital world but also to get from one place to another, their size changes depending on which device they come out from, they can be small like around 4-6 inches when coming out of an apple watch for example, normalish (but still bigger than human) when coming out of a 55 inch tv screen and just flat out giant when coming out of a digital billboard, thankfully they can only go into a device in which the reader has access on so no giant Jax terrorizing some poor city.

They also cannot go too far from the reader, if they are very far like around 10 feet apart, they are instantly teleported next to the reader (kinda like a minecraft dog lmao)

Since they are technically in digital bodies, they do not need to eat nor drink BUT they do get tired now as they aren't constantly being fed electricity like in their digital world, they can recharge by either A. Napping (Not reccomended as it would take a day to fully recharge), B. Going into any devices and just staying there until their battery is full (Alright) or C. They can literally just place a plugged in charger in their mouth and they will recharge (They charge fast this way but with the reader's limited chargers they just tend to do the second option)

Reader was traumatized from their first encounter and literally barricaded themselves in their bathroom with all their devices turned off after learning they can use them as portals, Stayed there for about a day and a half before Ragatha managed to talk through them.

They tend to be small when they are out, mostly because the reader always brings their phone everywhere and thats how they usually be with the reader.

You all know those shimeji companion that you can download into your phone and you can pick them up and stuff? Well the reader can do that while they are in her phone but they also can mess with the reader's apps and stuff.

Caine is there but since he is an ai through and through, he just enjoys his retirement in the reader's pc and cannot get out into the real world.

Pomni thinks that she owes the reader big time for saving her from the digital hell.

The name of this Au is "Digital Circus is out!" (May change soon)

Edit- The name is changed to Digital Roommates!

#reader #tadc pomni #tadc reader #the amazing digital circus #tadc ragatha #tadc caine #tadc jax #tadc au #tadc Digital roommates #Digital Roommates au #Digital Roommates

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anastacialy · 10 months

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alright, i'm fully prepared to put on my clown makeup at the end of the season because when i predict things i am so very often wrong, but. i hope i know where this is going.

symmetry can be a really fun storytelling tactic. so it would be fun to contrast that awkward, rushed, botched vampire turning with something exactly the opposite of it.

nandor has two wishes left. once he finds out what happened, he can easily wish that derek never tried to turn gulliermo, wish him to be human again, something.

so that he doesn't have to suffer the 'humiliation' of someone else turning his familliar.

and they have the oppurtunity to create a romantic, homoerotic, oh this is how it's supposed to be, sort of vampiric turning.

in order to highlight the difference, the last episode of the season would be a mirror to the first. the first attempt at turning gulliermo was in bright, cold lighting — so low, warm lighting would be a welcome contrast. candlelight, perhaps. in nandor's room feels like the obvious choice of setting as most of their iconic moments happen in there, to contrast the harsh and unfamilliar set of the back storage room. and of course, everything going smoothly, feeling natural, feeling right instead of going so hillarously and horribly wrong would make for a perfect end to this season.

or, as usual, this show can instead hit me upside the head with something i don't see coming.

#what we do in the shadows #wwdits spoilers

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vital-information · 6 months

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“AN INCOMPLETE LIST:

No more diving into pools of chlorinated water lit green from below. No more ball games played out under flood lights. No more porch lights with moths fluttering on summer nights. No more trains running under the surface of cities on the dazzling power of the electric third rail. No more cities. No more films, except rarely, except with a generator drowning out half the dialogue, and only then for the first little while until the fuel for the generators ran out, because automobile gas goes stale after two or three years. Aviation gas lasts longer, but it was difficult to come by.

No more screens shining in the half-light as people raise their phones above the crowd to take photographs of concert stages. No more concert stages lit by candy-colored halogens, no more electronica, punk, electric guitars.

No more pharmaceuticals. No more certainty of surviving a scratch on one’s hand, a cut on a finger while chopping vegetables for dinner, a dog bite.

No more flight. No more towns glimpsed from the sky through airplane windows, points of glimmering light; no more looking down from thirty thousand feet and imagining the lives lit up by those lights at that moment. No more airplanes, no more requests to put your tray table in its upright and locked position—but no, this wasn’t true, there were still airplanes here and there. They stood dormant on runways and in hangars. They collected snow on their wings. In the cold months, they were ideal for food storage. In summer the ones near orchards were filled with trays of fruit that dehydrated in the heat. Teenagers snuck into them to have sex. Rust blossomed and streaked.

No more countries, all borders unmanned.

No more fire departments, no more police. No more road maintenance or garbage pickup. No more spacecraft rising up from Cape Canaveral, from the Baikonur Cosmodrome, from Vandenburg Plesetsk, Tanegashima, burning paths through the atmosphere into space.

No more Internet. No more social media, no more scrolling through litanies of dreams and nervous hopes and photographs of lunches, cries for help and expressions of contentment and relationship-status updates with heart icons whole or broken, plans to meet up later, pleas, complaints, desires, pictures of babies dressed as bears or peppers for Halloween. No more reading and commenting on the lives of others, and in so doing, feeling slightly less alone in the room. No more avatars.”

— Emily St. John Mandel, Station Eleven

#quotes #writing

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fabrickind · 9 months

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For some reason I really want to make a stupid 90s-ass fantasy anime JRPG type design as my next cosplay instead of what I have fabric for so I'm making a poll

Pics under the cut

Arle Nadja

She's cute, she has pauldrons, she's not terribly hard

that Megami Paradise I have fabric for

I have the fabric, will I finally make good on my threat? No giant pauldrons though

Mink Dragon Half

She has about 37603603682 options this isn't even all of the ones in my folder, just the first ones I saw. I've already made a version of her.

Popful Mail

Classic. Cute. Iconic 90s fantasy JRPG design. I haven't played the game.

Corvette Idol Project

Only sort of fits the theme, but she's cute as hell and I can stash most of this (I would need a wig, the gold fabric, and some structural fabric). She sort of has pauldrons? She's very cute regardless

Rem Ayanokouji

You may recognize her as the vagina laser girl. I have most if not all the materials, and I started but didn't get very far oops. I think I stopped because it was getting to be fall and I didn't want to shoot in the cold oops same problem with literally all of these

Things I have fabric for

Oops two Dress Up Darlings (and one I started and left off here because I can't find the cosplay in my storage unit. My current project is race queen Marin do I really want to do two in a row (but also fabrickind finish a Dress Up Darling cosplay challenge)

#cosplay #90s anime #90s jrpg #halp #real talk with fabrickind #polls

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fuckyeahtransformersfanfic · 11 months

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MOD'S SPECIAL FAVORITES FRIDAY

I made this blog purely to help spread love for Transformers fanfics specifically. I will start with my special favorites.

💠💠💠💠💠💠💠💠💠💠💠💠💠💠💠💠💠💠💠💠💠💠💠💠💠💠💠💠💠💠💠

The Cop and the Cryptid by ckret (@ckret2)

Prowl: the rational skeptic with a history in crime scene investigation. Mesothulas: the wide-eyed believer who's mastered—or at least dabbled in—every field of science under the sun. Together, they're Iacon's leading paranormal investigators. … With a few twists.

Twist #1: Both are stone cold skeptics, with Mesothulas only playing the believer for their clients—allowing them to become wildly successful as paranormal debunkers. Twist #2: They don't quite disbelieve in everything; they both know more than they'd let on about the Iaconian Spindleback, a local cryptid with an eight-legged alt-mode. Twist #3: They're about to learn that there are more true paranormal things on Cybertron than just the Spindleback.

TaraProwl | IDW1 | T+ | Complete | 100k+ | 11/11

Nor Is He Early by ObliqueVion

A Prime is never late, nor is he early. He arrives precisely when he means to… give or take that one small paracausal nudge.

Or, that time the Matrix got impatient and stole a truck...

Gen | Continuity Soup; Main G1 | M | Ongoing | 250k+ | 103/200

100 chapters of pure, all natural:

✔️ Optimus Prime being iconically wholesome

✔️ Cybertron being an exotic mechanical wonderland

✔️ Mystery, adventure, and intrigue

✔️ Not so much a slow burn as a long fuse

❌ Civil war

The Brave Shall Heed The Call by MlleMusketeer

Defeated and dragged back to the world he called home in chains, Megatron can do no more than endure. A rescue from Cybertron itself is almost impossible; he is forced to face the possibility that the Decepticon cause is lost, and that he will end his days as an Autobot experimental subject.

Optimus's hero's welcome is shortlived. Deemed too radical and ousted from the position of Magnus on a technicality, he struggles to keep those he cares about safe from the Council's manipulations and Sentinel Prime's ambition, a struggle that will cost him more than he believed possible.

General Strika contemplates a future without her leader, and finds it bleak. If the General of Destruction is to pull the Decepticon Cause's skidplate out of the scrappile, she's going to have to do a lot of thinking outside the box.

Ratchet learns the true uses to which his research has been put, and begins to wonder if the Decepticons had the right idea. When the extents to which Optimus has been forced come to light, Ratchet makes the decision that might save them all or damn him further.

MegOP, RatchStrika, SentinelOP, ShockBlurr | TFA | E | Complete | 150k+ | 80/80

TW: Graphic Depections of Violence, Character Death, Rape/Non-Con, Abusive Relationship (SentOP)

All the World by PARNEL

An accident reveals the female Autobots' existence three million years too early, and has dire consequences.

(A G1-ish take on Shockblurr, with Blurr and Wheelie inserted into Elita's team on Cybertron.)

ShockBlurr | G1 | E | Ongoing | 80k+ | 15/?

The Rule of Order (and Attraction) by Languidly

Rodimus had successfully dodged this third attempt of Magnus’ to make him review and sign off on a proper maintenance schedule; the Duly Appointed Enforcer of the Tyrest Accord had lost his captain somewhere between the third storage room and the oil reservoir. But Magnus could persevere. He could persevere until ignoring his good influence became a futility.

RodiMags | IDW1 | G | Complete | 5k | 3/3

Baptism By Fire by EatYourSparkOut (@eatyoursparkout)

When a routine exploratory mission becomes a matter of survival, Getaway has to confront the idea that maybe animosity isn't the only thing he feels towards Rodimus.

Rodimus/Getaway | IDW1 | E | Complete | 20k+ | 7/7

A Calm Rarely Savored by Carmilla DeWinter

Starscream is ordered to seduce Optimus Prime to infect the Autobot leader with a virus. This leads to the discovery that they both don't do attraction in a way others expect. Starscream is intrigued.

StarOP, Minor JazzProwl | G1 | M | 40k | 12/12

TW: Specifics in Story Tags

#fuck yeah transformers fanfic #fic rec #fic rec list #maccadam #maccadams #transformers

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hsrrington · 8 months

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Pantera New 3D Hoodie For Men For Women

The Pantera New 3D Hoodie for Men and Women is a trendy and stylish clothing item that serves as a perfect gift for everyone. With its unique design and high-quality materials, this hoodie guarantees comfort, durability, and a fashion-forward appearance. The hoodie features a three-dimensional print of the iconic Pantera logo, making it an eye-catching piece of apparel. This design is suitable for both men and women, making it a versatile gift option. Whether you are a fan of the band or simply appreciate their music, this hoodie allows you to showcase your love for Pantera in a fashionable manner. One of the key features of this hoodie is its high-quality construction. It is made from a soft and comfortable blend of cotton and polyester, ensuring a cozy and warm experience. This fabric combination not only provides insulation during cold weather but also allows breathability, preventing discomfort and excessive sweating. Additionally, the hoodie is machine washable, allowing for easy maintenance and longevity. Another advantage of the Pantera New 3D Hoodie is its versatility. It can be worn during various occasions, including casual outings, concerts, or even as everyday loungewear. Its unisex design and range of available sizes cater to people of all body types, making it an ideal gift for everyone. Whether you are purchasing it for a friend, family member, or yourself, this hoodie adapts to diverse style preferences. The hoodie also pays attention to detail in its design. It features a front kangaroo pocket, which not only adds to the overall aesthetic appeal but also provides practicality. This pocket allows for convenient storage of small personal items, such as phones, keys, or wallets. Additionally, the hood includes an adjustable drawstring, allowing for a personalized fit and enhanced comfort. When considering the Pantera New 3D Hoodie for Men and Women as a gift, its appeal goes beyond its design and functionality. Pantera is a legendary heavy metal band with a devoted following. Giving this hoodie as a gift shows that you understand the recipient's interests and appreciate their musical taste. It serves as a thoughtful present that connects with their passion for music and allows them to express their individuality. To conclude, the Pantera New 3D Hoodie for Men and Women is a versatile and fashionable clothing item that makes an excellent gift choice for both men and women. With its eye-catching design, comfortable materials, and attention to detail, this hoodie offers a unique and practical addition to any wardrobe. Whether you are a fan of Pantera or know someone who is, this hoodie allows you to showcase your love for the band and indulge in comfortable, stylish apparel.

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The Science of Worth (Part 4)

Tags: @vbecker10 @huntress-artemiss

Pairing: Loki x Y/N

Warning: Fluff and humor

Author Note: I hope you enjoy this next part!

Were things totally fine, no. However, they were not “not fine” either. The provided room was larger than the apartment they shared, with ample furniture and storage space. There were no unwanted quadrupedal creatures scurrying along the corners, gnawing into their unsealed food, nor were there cracks and holes in the structure which let air leak in the hot or cold. Overall, the living space was an upgrade that was a dream come true.

It was the sleeping situation that was the greatest concern. Why? Because it did not add up. Almost every night she would get comfortable alone on the large sofa, which was as wide as a twin mattress, and every morning she would wake up in the king bed with Loki right beside her. The first morning she woke up beside him, she nearly died from fright from seeing such a handsome face so close to her. The second morning, she fell out of the bed because they were so close to one edge. The third time she was back to square one because it had not occurred for some time. This on-off pattern had been going on for weeks now and she needed to know the reason.

There has to be a reason. It just makes no sense! Y/N let out a sigh of frustration as she fell back into the cushions of the sofa. Loki was off in some meeting with the others, but that hardly mattered. “Not like he’s been any help,” she muttered to herself. “He just laughs at me and tells me that I should just give up and sleep in the bed with him. How the hell am I supposed to just up and sleep in the same bed as him?! This isn’t some novel where we’re stuck in a room with one bed-well, yes, there’s only one but not the point! We have a perfectly large and comfy couch!” She grabbed a pillow and pressed it onto her face and let out a muffle cry of frustration. Stupid Asgardian pretty boy prince, probably has more than enough experience getting comfy with all sorts of beautiful women…females…whatever they’re called up there! Plus, the point isn’t where I sleep! The point is how and why do I end up somewhere else! I’ve never sleepwalked a day in my life!

Seconds ticked by as she lay slumped on the couch. Suddenly, she sat straight up and nearly fell over as she used the moment to grab her phone off the coffee table. “I nearly forgot! I set up my phone to record myself and bought the silly looking nightlight!” She pressed her thumb to the screen once, twice, and thrice it failed to accept her fingerprint. With her frustration growing, she swiped up and drew the pattern. “Ah, ha!” She let out a cry of triumph before tapping and swiping until she reached the gallery and found the video. “Aaaaand play,” she tapped the icon and watched, skipping ahead here and there when it looked like nothing was happening. When she noticed she was gone from the frame, she backtracked slowly until she was back in the screen, but so was something else…someone else. Loki, why you little luxurious mountain goat! Her eye twitched as she watched him lift her with ease from the comfort of her spot and not only did he carry her away, he even paused and winked at the camera. “You truly are as false as hell!” She shouted out in frustration. “Here I’m thinking I’m having a breakdown, and he is the reason behind all of it! Oh, it is on !”

Loki came back into his room after a rather dull day of meetings, meetings, and more meetings. With new intel pointing them in the right direction, things were set into motion and the time to deploy was nearing. On days with no meetings, he was actively working to better his chemistry with the team that he would be joining on this mission through training exercises and practicing formations to better. Attending meetings and training were not foreign to him as a former prince of Asgard. In fact, he was pleasantly surprised how easily he fell back into such routine. What irked him was the shrinking time spent with Y/N. Back on Asgard, there was no one waiting for him to return. There were no friends of his own to relax with, it was just him and himself. There were times he would be with Thor and his group of comrades, but they were never truly his friends. He was simply the younger brother that had to be allowed to join them. With Y/N, he finally had someone for himself.

My very own dear friend and personal toy to play and tease to my heart’s content. The corners of his lips curled up at the mere thought of her puffed red cheeks of frustration. What is the name of that rodent she showed me? Chip-monks or something like that? She looks exactly like those with their faces stuffed with food when she gets upset with me. She complains a lot, but seldom does she try to stop me. He chuckled to himself. “Now, where would she be at this hour?” He glanced at the clock and was surprised. “Midnight already? She must be asleep.” He frowned, walking around the sofa to see her laying on her back with a book on her chest.

“Of course she’s reading,” he rolled his eyes and smiled at the heartwarming sight. Carefully, he moved the table aside to give himself more room and first plucked the book off of her stomach. “Magnetism,” he raised a brow at the title and quickly located the summary. “Indispensable text on the science of magnetism…invaluable source of data…?” He skimmed through the paragraph before glancing down towards her. “Why are you reading a book on science? She can’t have gone through all her books, right? Don’t tell me you’re growing an interest with that annoying Stark, that simply won’t do, love.” He dogeared the page she was one and placed the book on the table before carefully lifting her up into his arms. “Are you spending time with Stark?” He whispered, not expecting an answer from the sleeping woman, but nearly laughed aloud when her face scrunched into a show of great distaste at the name. “You are so spoiled, you know that? But whose fault is that?”

Loki carefully laid her on the bed and sat beside her, gently combing his fingers through her hair, watching as the silky threads slipped away with each stroke of his hand. Though he wanted to spend some time with her awake, he had not the heart to wake her. She looked so innocent and peaceful that it melted away the stress of his day in an instant. When she stirred a little in her sleep, he froze and waited, hoping he had not disturbed her. Seeing her scoot closer to him and settle back into the depths of her dream, he smiled and continued carding his fingers through her hair.

“You told me once that most women dream of being a princess from the faerie tales you’ve shared with me. What was that one with the cleaning? Cinderella, I believe you called it.” He softly whispered, not expecting an answer from her but hoped that perhaps his voice would help keep her asleep. “I know I mocked them and told you they were ridiculous and meaningless tales, but in truth I felt similar to her in some ways. My mother was not a bad person, she sincerely loved and cared for me but she was guilty of hiding the truth from me. My father was different, he was a ruthless and calculating ruler that only wanted and cared for things that were of use to him and on his terms.” His voice slowly withered away as he thought back to his childhood, the lies he was raised in, and how he was never truly accepted as a son because he was a tool. A relic meant for the treasury. His once bright world had been torn and dipped in darkness, hatred, and confusion until he was released from the poisoning effects of the Mind Stone.

“Unknowingly along the way,” he pulled himself from those spiraling memories. “I met prince charming. I didn’t even realize it at first. Someone who was as strong and beautiful as the prince had come into my life. Always smiling and facing everything even when they are afraid. So vibrant and full of life, seeing kindness in everything…to the point it is a fault. That person, that prince charming, is you. I’ve always wanted to tell you that…I’ve been bewitched from the beginning, and I was too foolish to realize it. However, I don’t believe in faerie godmother's with magic that runs out at the stroke of midnight. I will make this spell last forever. I want to protect you and save your smile. That’s why I agreed to join my brother and the Avengers. Not for Midgard and the people that inhabit it, but for you who’s cursed me with such happiness. I know I will be gone for unknown lengths of times and you will worry, but know that I’ll always return to you.” He leaned over her, his face inches from hers as he eyed her lips. He wanted to kiss her. He wanted to know what they felt like against his and how they tasted, but not now. No, when he finally did kiss her, she needed to be awake so he could enjoy the heat that would blossom on her cheeks as she struggled to contain her emotions. Pressing his lips to her forehead, he wished her goodnight and made his way to the bathroom to wash away the day before joining her on the bed.

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smallbitterman · 1 year

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Favourite MMNI episode? Song? Cast member?

Ooohh great question!

(there’s a chance that if you’ve talked to me before, i’ve defo gushed about these at length)

Episode: defo Cold Storage, it was my first MMNI and it’s just so iconic (it has Macabre, High Q and the kiss *chefs kiss*)

Song: Put That Bullet (In A Vampire’s Head) is the BEST song and NO i won’t take any criticism! i made a post ages ago talking about my favourite parts of the song lmao

Member: oh god this is difficult (Dave) i don’t think i can really choose between them (Dave) they all bring so much to the table (Dave) idk man maybe ask me later?

#mischief theatre #mischief comedy #mischief movie night in #mmni #gab’s asks

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kingoftieland · 2 years

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Released in celebration of Jurassic Park’s 25th anniversary, this “Velociraptor Chase” LEGO set recreates a classic scene from the original blockbuster film in just 360 pieces! The kitchen features the famous cabinet doors to hide Lex and Tim Murphy from the prowling Velociraptor, as well as the iconic green Jell-O and other accessories. The control room contains the computers, ladder, telephone, and locking door function, plus a breakable window for the dinosaur to continue the chase! There’s loads of other Easter eggs and references too – from the cold storage unit to the shaving cream can to the shotgun, which is a stud shooter that actually works!

Building this now-retired diorama is the perfect activity to do before going to see the final entry in the Jurassic World series, which is in theaters NOW! 🦖

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📌 Supermarine Spitfire MK.IA Fighter Aircraft (P9374) IWM Duxford.

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📌 Supermarine Spitfire MK.IA Fighter Aircraft (P9374) IWM Duxford.

The Supermarine Spitfire is one of the most famous Aircraft of World War Two, and certainly the most famous Fighter Aircraft of the 20th century, originally developed in the mid-1930's, the Spitfire was designed by Supermarine Aviation Works to fill Air Ministry specification F7/30, calling for a 'Modern Fighter' capable of flying at 250 mph. Although this isn’t all that fast by modern standards, it was like a lightning bolt compared to the earlier Biplane Fighters that had been used in the preceding World War.

As a result of the sheer volume of engineering and production difficulties that had to be overcome, the Aircraft that would become the 'Spitfire' underwent a series of re-designs and name changes, before receiving approval to develop a flying prototype using the Type 300 design.

Over the course of its 10 year (1938 to 1948) production run, over 20,000 Spitfires were built in a wide variety of configurations. Most were powered by the iconic 'Rolls-Royce Merlin Engine' a 27 liter V12 Aero Engine that saw broad use in a multitude of Aircraft during and after World War Two, including a Packard-Built variant that powered the North American P-51 Mustang. During World War Two, the Supermarine Spitfire became famous among the people on both sides of the conflict, and the sight of an airborne Spitfire on an intercept course would make the blood of any Luftwaffe Pilot run cold ‼️

Supermarine Spitfire P9374, model F Mk.1a, operational with 92 Squadron was shot down, and force landed on the beach at Calais, France, on 24th May 1940, recovered from the beach in September 1980, it was stored at the 'Musee del’Air' Vannes, France, until 1996. Purchased by Simon Marsh and Tom Kaplan it was registered as G-MKIA and stored pending restoration to an airworthy status. The aircraft arrived at 'Historic Flying Ltd' in 2006 from its storage place on the Isle of Wight, and has been the subject of a long and meticulous restoration. The intention was to return the P9374 back to flying status in as authentic a condition as possible. While other projects were completed and moved on, P9374 was hiding at the back of the hangar, slowly coming together.

Now looking resplendent in original markings, the first Engine runs took place on Friday 17th June 2011, a proud moment for all involved, and P9374 took flight on 30th August 2011 and it is the earliest mark of Spitfire flying anywhere in the world.

Supermarine Spitfire P9374 was one of a batch of 183 Aircraft built by Supermarine Ltd (Vickers-Armstrongs Aircraft Ltd) under contract number 980385/38 from the Air Ministry. After factory test flying P9374 was delivered to RAF Hornchurch on 2nd March 1940 and then joined 92 Squadron at RAF Northolt on 6th March 1940, on 24th May 1940 P9374 was hit in action and forced to land on the beach near Calais where it remained gradually consumed by the shifting sands until re-emerging in 1980. A long restoration and rebuild was completed by the 'Aircraft Restoration Company' at the Imperial War Museum Duxford, finally returning to the skies on 30th August 2011. It is a Low Wing Monoplane Fighter Aircraft with a fuselage of stressed-skin construction, the wing assemblies with eight de-activated Browning Machine Guns.

Specifications:-

▪︎Role: Fighter / Interceptor Aircraft

▪︎National Origin: United Kingdom

▪︎Manufacturer: Supermarine Aviation Works

▪︎Designer: R. J. Mitchell

▪︎First Flight: 23rd February 1940

▪︎Introduction: 4th August 1938

▪︎Retired: 1961 (Irish Air Corps)

▪︎Primary User: Royal Air Force / Royal Canadian Air Force / Free French Air Force / United States Army Air Forces

▪︎Produced: 1938 to 1948

▪︎Number Built: 20,351

▪︎Variants: Supermarine Seafire

▪︎Current Owner: Historic Aircraft Collection Ltd

▪︎Status: Airworthy

▪︎Length: 29ft 11in

▪︎Wingspan: 36ft 10in

▪︎Engine: Rolls-Royce Merlin III

▪︎Maximum Speed: 374mph

▪︎Range: 470 miles

▪︎Armament: 2x20mm Hispano Cannons and 4x .303 Vickers Machine Guns.

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