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#literally this whole past year was me getting a job then having to leave under 4 months in because it was shit

emptyjunior · 2 months

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Hey Shohei Ohtani is getting married!

He's a baseball pitcher from Japan and has a huge fanbase, yes cause of sports stuff, but also cause he's admittably Gorgeous and has eligible bachelor superstar Icon status.

And he's announced his engagement to a woman he won't name (although people have many theories out there.)

But I just wanted to take the time to say the people who love Shohei,.. keep it fun 🫵

Because maybe less than a year ago we had another announcement, Yuzuru Hanyu got married.

Beloved figure skating icon, the inspiration for the character Yuuri Katsuki, generally agreed upon heartthrob.

And he got married and received a lot of joking jealous messages,., And then a lot that were Not jokes.

Just a whole campaign of people saying noooo whyy you can't do this, private messages and letters, the media following them everywhere, the media actively STALKING the couple and digging things up about his wife and her past and her life.

And then because Yuzuru Hanyu loved his wife, he divorced her. To protect her and release her from all that pressure.

And that's the end.

Well now that occurred, I have been seeing a lot of comments under Shohei's stuff and it's mostly lighthearted.,, But it looks a Little too familiar for my tastes.

Kind of the same tone of last time, and lots of conspiracy stuff of who the woman is.

And just wanted to say whether or not we get a name, whether or not she's already a famous person or not,, let's leave her be!

And where you might be tempted to write "I'm so sad" "no don't take him away from me" maybe just a casual "Congratulations!" Is in order instead.

These are people! These are people doing jobs who want to have lives and be married and literally nothing bad has happened around Shohei Ohtani's announcement yet, nothing but happy news, and I want to keep it that way.

For him and the one after him and maybe for one day if Yuzuru Hanyu feels safe enough to try again, let's keep it light and fun and Normal 🫵

So thank you everyone! Take this as a PSA and enjoy being a fan, just remember the responsibility of being a fan, do not take it lightly.

#this isn't even about Japanese idol vs western celebrity culture cause Ohtani's in LA on the dodgers #so like we overstep All these celebrities boundaries #lets take it back a sec #and I know it was the media not the fans who over stepped last time #but they did it cause there was an Audience to do it #sports #shohei ohtani #Japan #yuzuru hanyu #figure skating #baseball #marriage #fanbase #fandom #yuri on ice

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chuuya-fan-page · 7 months

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Your thoughts about Stormbringer? (And Chuuyas'relationship with the Flags, Murase, Adam and or course, Dazai)

Hi Anon!

I. LOVE. STORMBRINGER.

It has my overall favourite characters (Rimbaud and Verlaine mwah ily) and the overall story is just SO GOOD, plus the insight we get into Chuuya's character and why he does the things he does. The way we see him go from a liability, someone who's ready to leave the mafia at the first chance, to calling it his family? It's INSANE.

Asagiri truly outdid himself with everything going on, it's insane to see Stormbringer in comparison with all the other light novels, there's such a massive difference in length. Not to mention some of the language is just beautiful, and the descriptions feel like a gut-punch.

Chuuya gets so much depth through Stormbringer, it's really what unlocked his character for me; we now see why he's so loyal, why he allows himself to be controlled, just what he's been seeking, it makes him understandable. Dazai's "dog" jokes suddenly get a deeper meaning, Chuuya is like a dog in many ways, like a dog who returns to an abusive master because he's so damn loyal it hurts him. And god he's so forgiving, just, god.

Shirase stabbed him in the back (literally), and yet he goes to great lengths to protect him, Verlaine uproots Chuuya's entire life, and yet Chuuya forgives him, Dazai is Dazai, but Chuuya puts his life in his hands time and time again.

FUCK he hurts me.

As for his relationships (and I know you didn't mention Verlaine but god I love his relationship with Chuuya) with all of the above;

The Flags have a really interesting and unique relationship with Chuuya, they're a really important step in Chuuya claiming back his past. They solidify the groundwork of Rimbaud's final words from Fifteen; Chuuya is Chuuya, and that's enough for them.

(Tackling them one by one now)

Pianoman seems to see himself as a sort of mentor figure to Chuuya, he is of course the leader of the Flags, and therefore protective of all of them, but he goes to lengths to make Chuuya feel included and cared for. His form of affection seems to be annoying Chuuya with little gestures to make him accept them slowly, he's aware of how volatile Chuuya is at this time and handles him with care. Pianoman was the one behind the whole "one year anniversary" that the Flags threw for Chuuya, so it's clear that he pays attention to Chuuya, and cares for him a great deal. Pianoman is very blunt about some things, he confronts Chuuya out right about his motivations and troubles in order to assist him.

Albatross has a similar form of showing care; by being a little shit. He's a lot less subtle than Pianoman, as he outright pisses Chuuya off on purpose, but in ways that are clearly jokes, a way to add levity to the tense air around Chuuya joining the mafia. He does take notice of Chuuya's moods, tries to calm him down when he gets too riled up, and clearly doesn't want to push him over the edge to the point that it's no longer funny. He's the closest of the Flags with Chuuya, as they live in the same building, and they go on missions together, or rather, Albatross drags Chuuya on missions with him as a forced bonding method, despite the fact that he messes with Chuuya, he also cares about making sure that he's not upset.

Lippmann takes a slight protective air towards Chuuya, similar to Pianoman. He jokes about taking Chuuya under his wing and is also featured laying a soothing hand on Chuuya's shoulder, which leads me to believe that this is something he does often. Lippmann is an actor, and that comes through with some of the calculated ways he guides conversations, carefully pointing Chuuya towards the fact that he is a part of the Flags and ensuring that he feels included. Lippmann is able to read Chuuya's behaviour, that is part of his job, and he tailors his interactions to suit Chuuya's needs, he is described as being gentle, particularly when it comes to topics that are fresh wounds in Chuuya's past.

Doc is a weird little fuck, and I love him dearly. His form of affection seems to be threats??? Which is uh, unique...i guess? The best way I can really describe the way he interacts with Chuuya is just that he's weird, and generally off-putting, although he seems to quickly include Chuuya in with the rest of the Flags, at the very least he treats them all the same. Doc is weird to analyse because everything he says is just one curveball after another. Due to his weird relationship with death and God, I'm inclined to believe that he respects Chuuya for being a fighter, he does comment on the fact that "Poison isn't enough to kill Chuuya", which almost sounds like a begrudged compliment, as Poison is his self-admitted way that he's killed lot's of people. He also put a ton of effort into tracing back Chuuya's medical history, which shows care if not affection.

Iceman is another interesting one to analyse. He, like Albatross, takes care to ensure that Chuuya feels comfortable, he admits that he didn't want to hold the celebration for Chuuya, because he thought it might upset him. Iceman is very blunt and upfront with Chuuya, he doesn't sugarcoat or lie to him, he makes it clear that the Flags all believe in Chuuya's strength, and calls out his unnecessary violence, as well as revealing Pianoman's true intentions in watching out for Chuuya. Iceman respects Chuuya, after all, Chuuya was managed to escape being killed by Iceman when he was in the Sheep, and holds no grudges. Although they have the most tense relationship out of Chuuya and the Flags, Iceman still allows Chuuya to see below his cold facade, and shows him his true nature.

Chuuya overall is conflicted when it comes to the Flags. In many ways, he interacts with them the same way he interacts with Dazai, because that's just how he is with people. Anger is a shield for his other emotions, when he's overwhelmed by their kindness and care for him, he threatens to leave and accuses them of trying to make him "weepy" so that he'll apologize. He does let some of his guard down around them, and they're the people he's closest to in the Mafia at that point, he fights well alongside them, and despite their few scuffles, trusts and cares for them.

Murase and Chuuya's relationship is short-lived, but adorable. In some ways, Chuuya and Murase have many connections, Murase's relationship with N can be compared to Chuuya's relationship with Verlaine, mainly in that they have weird-ass older brothers who are batshit insane. There is something to be said about how N inadvertently brought about the end of his younger brother's life, and through his influences drove Murase to be a better person and help people, which is why Murase is so determined to bring Chuuya into the light (Odasaku moment). Murase is such a daggy-dad, every part of me wishes he'd managed to pick up Chuuya before everything had happened. He shows so much care for him, and even though Chuuya insults him flippantly, he doesn't give up on trying to improve his life. God dammit Asagiri, why are you like this.

ADAM. MY SWEET SWEET ROBOT MAN. God I love him. He's got Chuuya's back 10000% and he's there for him every step of the way. I can sooooooo draw a million and one parallels between Verlaine and Adam, but for now we're only talking about one synthetic human. Adam is SO caring, he immediately places Chuuya as the most important person in his system, he buys snacks for him before they go out on their mission, he stands up to Shirase for Chuuya's sake, and god he shows how much he truly admires and cares for Chuuya. Adam is fascinated by human nature, and to him there is nothing more human than Chuuya. One of my favourite scenes is when Chuuya calls Verlaine human, and Adam is overjoyed, thinking that Chuuya has drawn the obvious conclusion that due to his and Verlaine's similarities, if Verlaine is human, so is Chuuya! Silly stupid robot man i love you so much. And he SACRIFICES himself for Chuuya, god, he DIES for him, and we know he did that of his own violation, which makes it WORSE. Chuuya begrudgingly comes to care about Adam, and from the beginning calls him reliable and trustworthy (HE TRSUTS HIMDVJHBJHFG), and is genuinely happy at his return. They make me so sad oh god.

Slotting Verlaine in here real quick because his relationship with Chuuya is one of my favourites. They're besties, they're worsties, they brothers from two different continents. Verlaine is quite literally the stereotypical overprotective brother, except he's also the king of the assassins, so he shows his love by murdering Chuuya's friends. The most painful thing about his actions to me is that he genuinely thought he was helping Chuuya. Verlaine is too lost in his own pain to realise that his and Chuuya's situations are different, that his own past is not what he thought. Verlaine projects heavily onto him, even calls Chuuya his "other self", and he spends most of Stormbringer in denial about his own relationship with Rimbaud, and consequently Chuuya's relationship with those around him. Verlaine's pain runs deep, and it cuts into Chuuya as well.

NOW WE'RE ON TO THE BIG GUNS.

TEEN SOUKOKU BABY, WOOOOOOH I LOVE THEM

Stormbringer is SUCH a turning point for their relationship. There was a trust forged in Fifteen, but that kinda went to shit after Dazai pulled that whole thing with the Sheep. Even so, there's something there, Dazai is still the one who nullifies corruption and takes Chuuya to see the Flags, he's still the one who allows Chuuya to tie him up and spin him around by the ankle as "revenge". And he's the one who gives Chuuya what might be the first choice of his life. Stormbringer shows something very, very important for Dazai's character, which is that he was always capable of change. While many people point to Odasaku as the reason Dazai changed so much, which is true, he was able to change before he met him. It's so important to remember that Dazai always had it in him to change, he just needed to right push, and Chuuya was one of those pushes. Odasaku was just more of a shove. Dazai not only deliberately puts himself in another person's shows for Chuuya, but he gives him a genuine and real choice, one that he intends to uphold. Stormbringer reforges that trust between Soukoku, it shows them once again as equals.

They're perfect.

TY FOR YOUR ASK ANON <33 I love Stormbringer so much

-T

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twilghtkoo · 1 year

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christmas shopping with haechan

pairings. haechan x (f) reader

genre. fluff, established relationship

note. this was meant to be uploaded like the week before christmas but i’ve been so busy and just felt unmotivated to write anything TT but i hope everyone had a safe and happy december and new year!!

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“doesn’t he already have something like this?” you ask, staring at the box of avengers legos that is about the size of your front.

“i’m not sure,” haechan replies, scratching the back of his neck.

you place the box back on the shelf, and stomp your foot on the ground. “haechan you’re literally no help!” you whine, turning around to continue looking up and down the aisle of legos.

you and haechan were doing some christmas shopping, today being the only day both of your schedules synced up and you both were free to go together and shop for each other’s families.

for christmas eve, you and haechan were spending it with your family and for christmas day, you and haechan were spending it with haechan’s family. you’ve had your families presents prepared and wrapped since the first week of december, so that side is out of the way. now, you were shopping for haechan’s family, and you thought haechan would be of some help, giving you some input on what his parents and siblings like. yet, he’s not doing a great job at all.

“sorry baby! my brothers literally find a new thing they like every week, and he’s got so much legos i don’t know what he has and doesn’t have.”

you sigh defeated, “does he like black panther?” you wonder, as you spot a whole section of legos and toys from the black panther movie.

you turn to look at your boyfriend who’s head is tilted and eyebrows scrunched as he thinks.

“his favorite avenger is spider-man.”

you nod slowly. “okay, we’re getting somewhere. follow me.” you take haechan’s hand and drag him with you without giving him a chance to respond. you lead past a few aisles and are finally in the plushie aisle. you’re quick to leave haechan’s side as you spot the spider-man bedrest pillow. you

“doesn’t he have a spider-man blanket and pillow on his bed? i’m so smart.” you smile to yourself, holding the pillow under your arm and against your hip. “i’m gonna get him that lego set too, i’m just gonna hope he doesn’t have it. hopefully, someone else didn’t already get him that.”

haechan walks up to you, throwing his arm over your shoulder and kisses the crown of your head. “he’s gonna love it bubs. my parents probably won’t be since they hate to enable his lego collection, but they’ll love his reaction when he opens it.” his arm slides off your shoulder and finds it’s way to the spot just above your lower back, that’s covered from your sweats.

you lean into his side. “now, you gotta help me fight some moms to get my hands on that pot set your mom was talking about.”

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lokis-dark-queen · 10 months

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Tropical Teasing (Tropical Tension Pt2)

Loki/Fem Reader Smut

Summary: Loki and his love are enjoying a blissful, romantic vacation after their first night together. However, after Loki leaves an embarrassing mark on her neck, she pushes herself away from him for a few hours. Little does she know, a few hours without Loki feels like a guilt filled lifetime.

Warnings/Notes: SMUT 18+ MDNI!!! A lil bit of angst, depressed Loki, bisexual reader and Loki (they literally come out to each other it’s adorable), lots of teasing, Unprotected sex, Beach Sex, Skinny Dipping, Oral (F and M receiving), other stuff I probably forgot.

Word Count: 9.3k

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“This isn’t a honeymoon you guys.”

Agent Barton’s words were lost in a haze of love and lust from you and Loki. A whole year of teasing from the two of you came to head within one night and now you couldn’t get enough of each other. Every touch, every kiss was intoxicating. You were addicted.

It was day three of your seven day getaway and you and Loki were on each other like it was mating season. Within this short time you nearly lost count of the orgasms he had given you. That number would only increase within the coming days. You were for sure of that as he currently was buried in your cunt.

It was intended to be an innocent shower to clean up before you met with your friends at the resort for massages. Loki raised an eyebrow at this activity and questions spewed endlessly from his lips.

“You’ll be undressed in front of others?”

“Well, yes and no. I’ll be covered with a long towel.” You tirelessly answer.

“Who is touching you in such a way? It certainly isn’t me.” He pries even more.

“A professionally trained masseuse who has done this a million times. Nakedness is not always sexual. I've had a tiring past month, I need to relax.” You tell him, undressing for a quick shower.

“That’s my job! Have I not fulfilled you, my love?” He walks closer, running his fingers down your spine.

“You have fulfilled me plenty, Loki. And you will have many opportunities to do it again. But please, don’t worry about it. It’s an innocent massage.” You reason with him, brushing his dark hair from his bare shoulders.

Loki sighed, he could only be stubborn for so long. He did say that he wanted you to enjoy your trip after all. “Fine. Do not forget who you belong to.” He kisses your temple possessively.

“And who is that? Because I think it's Fury with all the work he’s been making me do.” You roll your eyes, recalling the tiring mission.

“Stop that, don’t make me remind you!” He threatens.

“Maybe I do need a refresher.” You tease. Even after he claimed you for the first time and confessed his love for you, the teasing would never end.

That was how you ended up in your current position with your back sliding up and down the wet, tile wall of the hotel shower. Loki supported your body with his hands hooked under your thighs as he thrusted between them, his forehead resting on your shoulder. Your fingernails dug into the wet flesh of his pale shoulders as you both chased your highs.

“Hurry- Loki- I’m gonna AH! I’m gonna be late!” You remind him of your plans in broken moans.

“Don’t rush me, woman!” He growls, raising his head to bite at the base of your neck. A gesture you didn’t think too much of at the moment. “We’re done when you cum around my cock and I cum inside that pretty cunt.”

“Yeah, that’s the whole point.” You giggle teasingly before one hand wraps around your throat.

“Watch that smart mouth around me, pet. Or I'll put it to better use and leave you needy for me.” He threatens.

His bold action and words pushed you closer to the edge, your legs wrapped tighter around his moving hips.

“N-no sir- I’m sorry! I’ll be good- PLEASE!” You scream out for him, hoping the running water will conceal your screams to avoid another noise complaint.

“Good girl.” His hand drops from your neck to run tight circles around your clit, “Now cum for me.”

You scream out his name as you follow his stern orders. Your pussy clenching around his thrusting cock just like he wanted. Your orgasm triggering his own. A deep, breathy moan slipped from his pink lips as he spilled his cum deep inside you. Thankfully, in this setting, cleanup wouldn’t be much of an issue.

After your short shower session, you sat at the vanity, drying your hair as fast as you could to make it in time. You watched Loki behind you from the reflection of the mirror as he dried his perfect body, still very much naked.

You smiled to yourself, wondering how you landed such a perfect man who was also amazing in the bedroom. Was it because he was a god? Or was he just very experienced? He was over a thousand years old, so you imagined he had some impressive sexual conquests under his literal and metaphorical belt.

Turning your eyes back to yourself, you made a discovery. An obvious mark of Loki’s love at the base of your neck for all to see. Sure, basically everyone knew that you and Loki were fucking, but they didn’t need to be reminded every time they looked at you. All your sundresses were revealing, therefore you had no way to hide it. You clenched your jaw and whipped around to face the god behind you.

“Loki!” You yell, quickly grabbing his attention.

“What?” He asks with just a touch of too much attitude.

“What! That’s all you have to say? Well I have a question for you mischief, what the hell is this?” You push your hair back and pull the collar of your silk robe aside, revealing the mark to his eyes.

Loki smirked, fully aware of what he had done, “That? Well darling, that is my mark to show whoever touches you that you are mine.” He states as if it was obvious.

“No! It’s embarrassing! Everyone saw us Loki, they heard us! This is completely unnecessary.” You scold him, giving him a light smack on his chest when you approached his bare form.

“Maybe they did. But the masseuse didn’t.” He replies confidently, like a smartass.

Now, you loved Loki, and you would never hurt him. But gods above, you were so tempted to smack him across his pretty face so hard that the smirk he was currently donning would fly across the room and never return. You simply just rolled your eyes, turning to your makeup bag to grab some last minute coverup.

“Now I'm really going to be late.” You growl to yourself, giving a deadly side glance to Loki.

“Hey! What are you doing? Are you trying to hide-”

“Yes, Loki! Yes I am!” Your playful teasing turning into a full blown argument.

Loki was taken back by your words, by your anger. He didn’t think you would care so much. He turned away, clothing himself with magic before sitting on your shared bed, sulking, hoping you would feel sorry for him. Like you always did before.

You sloppily covered the hickey in a rush before throwing on a flowy sundress with a white bikini underneath, choosing to wear swimwear instead of underwear on this vacation. You walked to the door, pausing to look at Loki as he slumped on the bed.

“I’ll see you at dinner.” You say before making your leave.

“Wait!” Loki stops you in your tracks, much to his relief, you stop and hear what he has to say.

“What?” You ask in an impatient tone.

“I can remove it with magic, if you want.” He offers.

You sigh, cocking your head towards the gloomy god, “Don’t bother.” Was the last words you muttered before closing the door. Loki was surprised you didn’t take him up on his offer, perhaps you weren't as angry as you led on.

The raven haired man plopped on the bed, what was he to do while you were away? He hoped that you wouldn’t be angry when he saw you again, perhaps he should apologize. He truly didn’t expect you to be so upset about his mark. Seeing you angry genuinely scared him, it was not an emotion that he wanted you to feel towards him. He only wanted to make you happy, he feared he had already ruined things between you. Maybe he was truly never meant to be loved. Loki felt no motivation to go outside and socialize. He used his magic to close the curtains, covering the view that you loved so much as he laid on the bed. At least you were enjoying yourself on vacation.

–

Your sandals slapped against the polished floor of the hotel lobby as you met with your friends, who were all waiting for you.

“Sorry I’m late.” You apologize as you approach the girls.

“It’s okay, I was once in a new, budding relationship as well.” Wanda states, playfully winking at you.

You laugh uncomfortably, they all knew, there was no need to obviously remind them with a mark on your skin.

Wanda and Pepper look around the resort as you walk to your massage appointment. You quietly trail behind them, recalling your quarrel with Loki. Part of you felt guilty, maybe you should have at least resolved things before leaving. You knew how he could get, he was most likely wallowing in his own pity right now. He never dealt with arguments well, you knew that after hearing his many fights with Thor. You remembered how he would lock himself inside of his room. On a good day he would just be reading a book, acting like the situation never happened. Other times, he would wallow in his bed for days on end, until you went in there to cheer him up.

You knew that you were most likely his only source of happiness in this mortal world he found himself in. And his only source of happiness just yelled at him for trying to show his love in the only way he knew how, by being possessive. Loki didn’t have many things to himself growing up. He had to share his mother and father’s attention with Thor, one more than the other. As they became grown men, they would even have to share the same women who brought them pleasure late at night. Loki felt as if he was constantly being compared to his brother, so when he had you, he wanted to make sure that you were only his. Not just so that his brother knew, but that the whole word knew that you were his. Guilt filled your veins as you thought it over, half tempted to ditch your friends and go smooth things over with him before he got too depressed over it.

“What are you zoning out about?” Natasha spoke up next to you, pulling you out of your trance.

You sighed, deciding to be honest with her, “I yelled at Loki over something that wasn’t a big deal. I was just stressed that I would be late. I feel so awful.” You confess to your best friend.

“Why did you yell at him?” She asks.

You tense up, face flushed. It was all so embarrassing, “Well… he um.” You stuttered in an attempt to get the words out, “He gave me a ‘mark’ in a place that was too visible.” You answered in a hushed tone, making sure the two women in front of you didn’t hear.

Natasha laughed, “What? That’s it? I thought he put baby powder in your hairdryer or something mischievous like that. He seems like the kind of guy who would do that. I don’t know why you’re so surprised.”

“It would have been fine if he didn’t give it to me at the last minute before I had to leave.” You roll your eyes.

“You two were going at it before you met us? No wonder you were late. Where is it?” Her curiosity getting the best of her.

“Here.” You bashfully point to the poorly covered spot on your neck, apparently it wasn’t that bad if a super spy hadn’t noticed it immediately.

“Oh… I see it now. You tried your best covering it up, huh?”

“Yeah.” You breathed out sarcastically, letting your hair fall into place to cover the faded mark.

“He’s just insecure. He wants to make sure everyone knows you’re his property.” The redhead laughs.

“I’m not ‘property’, don’t put it like that. It's embarrassing.”

“Just to remind you, he was basically between your thighs the other night as he licked salt from between your tits and slowly took that lime from your mouth. Is his little mark more embarrassing than that?” She reminds you.

All you wanted to do right now was crawl into a hole and bury yourself. You put yourself on full display for everyone just so that Loki would make a brave move. Now you shamed him for doing the equivalent, you wanted to go back to him, you needed to.

“We’re here!” Pepper squeals in excitement as all of you approach the entry of the resort. Four private massage tables were set up with a view of the beach and you reminded yourself how sore your muscles were.

‘Surely he’ll be okay for another hour.’

Each of you walk into different rooms to undress, wrapping your bare form in a robe before walking out. You inspected yourself in the mirror first, the quick makeup job on your neck was fading from your sweat thanks to the humid air. You grabbed a tissue to rub the rest off.

‘Fuck it’

–

The sound of the waves calmed you as the masseuse worked at your tense muscles. Your argument with Loki had been long forgotten as the world melted away in perfect silence.

Unfortunately, the silence only lasted for a few fleeting seconds before the girls around you decided to start talking, gossiping about their personal lives. It didn’t take long for them to start talking about their men.

“I love Tony and all, but his ego just ruins him for others. If only they could all see how he is with me, no smartass comments, he just only says yes around me. It’s amazing.” Pepper once again tries to defend Stark.

“No smartass comments? Yeah, I don’t buy that for a second.” Natasha doubts the woman.

“Well, not in an egotistical way, it’s more in a flirtatious way.” She claims.

“Oh, if only Vision knew what flirting was. It’s so cute in a way, he is terrible at taking hints.” Wanda rolls her eyes sarcastically.

“He’s lucky he has you then, or else Tony would have to build another robot to keep him company.” Natasha giggles as the witch throws her a glare.

“What about you?” Wanda says your name, pulling you into the conversation unwillingly, “What is Loki like as a lover?”

“Yeah, and we want all the dirty details.” Natasha wiggles an eyebrow from her face down position.

“Well, maybe not all of them. We are in public.” Pepper reminds the ladies.

You sighed, groaning at the thought of the god who was most likely sulking in your room right now and the masseuse working on a knot in your lower back.

“He’s amazing. What else is there to say?” You simply state.

“Oh c’mon, you guys have had unbearable tension for like a year. There has to be more to it than that.” Natasha turned her head to the side so that you could see her eyes roll.

“He’s so shy, is he like that with you?” Pepper asks.

“Absolutely not, and he’s not shy. He just hates everyone.” You scoff.

“Oh? So he’s more dominant?” Natasha questions, clearly wanting to know the more perverted details.

“Nat!” Pepper scolds the curious spy.

“What? It’s just girl talk.” Natasha plays it off.

“We are not the only ones here!” Pepper stresses, reminding you of the four masseuses working on all of you.

“We’ve heard worse.” The woman who is currently working on loosening up your shoulders speaks up.

Natasha laughs and persits with her dirty questions, “See? They’ve heard it all.”

You sigh, if they want to hear it, then you'll give it to them. “Where do I start? He’s so gentle and cautious at first, almost like he’s afraid to hurt me. And he teases, it’s almost unbearable sometimes. He doesn’t just jump right into it, oh no, he takes his sweet time. Oh, and he insists on going down on me. I don’t have to ask or tell him what to do, he just knows, y’know?” You pause, the other women completely silent, invested in every word you said, “The name ‘silver tongue’ holds many meanings. After I literally have to push him away from me, he always asks if I'm okay. He whispers into my ear and holds me like a porcelain doll, you wouldn’t believe how gentle he can be. What next? Oh, he’s huge by the way. I sometimes ask myself, ‘how is he so perfect?’ Then I remember that he is a literal god. I have a faint idea of how much of a whore he was in Asgard, but with what he knows how to do, it’s fine. I’ll spare you the gory details, but I've never had to show him how to make me finish, he just knows. And afterwards, oh, he’s so sweet and caring, you wouldn’t believe it’s the same man.” You breathe in happily, recalling every intimate moment the two of you have shared within the past seventy-two hours, heat rushing between your legs as you did so. “So that’s what it’s like to sleep with a god, since you were so curious.”

A stiff moment of silence covers the room, the women finally shutting up as you listen to the crash of the waves in the distance in content.

“Maybe I haven't heard it all.” The masseuse finishes up your massage with the others, your blissful hour has come to an end.

You sit up slowly, your once tense muscles now relaxed as you wrap yourself in a towel to cover yourself, the other women doing the same as they all look at you with horror in their pretty eyes.

“Are you sure you guys have only been banging for like three days? Because what you said sounds like at least a few months worth of experience.” Wanda breaks the silence with a question.

“Oh, it has been a very eventful three days.” You admit.

“I can tell.” Wanda motions to the mark Loki had left. You now wore it with pride. It showed that he was yours just as much as you were his.

“We’re not taking you anywhere until your honeymoon phase is over.” Pepper rolls her eyes, her freckled cheeks slightly flushed.

“Hey! Nat started it!” You blame the woman sitting on the table that was next to yours.

“No I didn’t!” She defends herself.

“You did say that you wanted to hear all the dirty details.” Wanda reminds her.

“I didn’t think that she would actually describe it!” She admits.

You laugh at the women’s bickering, running your hand over the hickey. The mark you once were embarrassed of now felt comforting, like he was with you. You couldn’t get over the sinking feeling that he needed you right now. Not sexually, but emotionally.

–

When you and the girls arrived at the hotel you found everyone at the private seating area outside, waiting for dinner to be served. However, Loki was nowhere to be found. You had a feeling he wouldn’t be here, you doubt that he left the room at all today.

“Have you seen Loki today?” You ask Thor after waving him down.

“I thought he was with you all day.” He states, gnawing gluttonously at a kebab.

You sigh at his response. This was a vacation for christ’s sake! Even if you did piss him off he should be outside reading a book by the pool at least. You immediately go back inside the hotel and head for your shared room. Once again you would have to cheer him up, and give him an apology.

When you opened the door to your room it was pitch black, the curtains drawn shut. If you didn’t know any better you would assume it was empty. That was until you saw a god sized lump underneath the white, pristine hotel sheets. Had he seriously been there all day?

“Loki, it’s time to eat. I’m sure you’re hungry.” You tell him, sitting at the edge of the bed.

His only response was a few muffled groans underneath the covers, you couldn’t make out what he was saying.

“I can’t hear you, my love.” You lean in closer, pulling the top of the blanket down past his head.

“Not hungry.” Was all he said in return.

“Yes you are, you haven’t eaten all day. I know you haven't, so don't try to lie to me.”

He stayed silent, you didn’t think that you hurt him this much. You rub his back over the covers, even under the sheets you could feel his muscles relax at your touch. He missed your touch all day, even when you were apart for a mere few hours, he longed for you.

“Loki… I am so sorry. I overreacted this morning. I know how you are, I know you want everyone to know that I am yours. I’m just not used to that type of affection, it’s new for me. But they know now.” You smile to yourself as his back is turned to you. Your fingers travel upwards to play with the tangled, black locks of hair. “They asked about you, my friends. Do you want to know what I said to them?”

“What?” He mutters his question.

“I told them about how amazing you are. How sweet and gently you treat me, like I’m a princess. I had to let them know how perfect you were so that all their boyfriends would feel inferior. Because now they know that I have the best man I could ever ask for.” You lean down to kiss his cheek. The slight taste of salt lingered from your lips, he must have been crying.

He shifted, blankets rustling as he turned to face you, “Is that true?” He asks, taking your hand into his.

“Would I ever lie to my god?” You hold his hand tightly, making sure he never lets go.

“I suppose not.” Even in the dark of the room you can see his beautiful smile.

You lean your body over his to place a soft kiss on his lips, they were dry. Clearly he didn’t eat or drink anything today. His large hands ran up your body, memorizing every curve in the dark like he was being tested on it. The kiss deepens as you push your body closer to his. He felt your skin in the darkness, it was soft from the massage oil. After a few more seconds you pulled away, resting your forehead against his.

“How was your massage, darling?” He asks, tracing circles on your bare shoulder blades and fidgeting with the straps of your sundress.

“It was amazing, I feel so much better.” You admit, falling into his touch. You hovered your face next to his to whisper in his ear, “I wished it was you though. I had to keep myself from imagining your hands all over me so I wouldn’t get horny.”

Loki chuckles, “Poor thing, I was wrong to assume that you would forget who you belong to.”

You sit up, straddling his hips that were covered by multiple layers of fabric. He holds both of your hands with his. Using his magic to turn on the lights so he could properly see you above him. His pupils widened at the sight of you. Your skin had a beautiful shine, your cleavage was very visible from his place beneath you and the skirt of your dress sprawled around your slightly spread thighs. He could see the mark that he left, no trace of makeup was found on top of it.

“I love it when you admit that you’re wrong.” You giggle, putting more weight on your hands as he pushes back, keeping you relying on his strength to keep you from falling face first.

“Don’t get used to it.” He rolls his eyes, letting go of your hands before sliding his fingers under the skirt of your dress. You began to feel his hardness underneath the comforter. A wet spot started to form in your bikini bottoms as he fidgeted with the waistband.

Between the relaxing massage and your current situation, your arousal was becoming too strong to ignore. However, the growl in your stomach showed what you needed more at the moment.

“Loki, I love you. But I’m so hungry, can we eat first?” You ask him.

Loki groaned in annoyance, “Just something quick?” He answers your question with another question. Though it was more of an offer for a compromise.

“I was thinking we could save it all for later. I want to go to the beach.” You tell him.

“So I have to wait until after dinner and a beach trip? Are you trying to kill me?” He attempts to guilt you.

You laugh at his borderline whining, “Let me reiterate, I want to have dinner, then go to the beach. A very private beach, alone with you.” You smirk, knowing he would get the hint.

You intended to have your private beach time with Loki last night, you had both hinted at it all day. That was until you got pulled into a drinking game with Natasha that you utterly lost and Loki had to carry you back up to your room.

His smirk matched yours, “You will not be having a drop of alcohol tonight to ensure that.” He demands.

You place your hand over your heart, “You have my word, tonight is about us.”

Finally, he sits up with you still on top of him, “As every night should be. Shall we?” He lifts you off of him and stands from the bed, placing you next to him.

Loki certainly looked like he literally laid in bed all day. His hair was a mess, his shirt long gone, and his lounge pants hung low on his hips. It was an insanely attractive look, though unfortunately, it was not dinner appropriate.

“You don’t look very ready.” You point out his disheveled appearance.

His appearance changes, a dark green tee covers his once exposed chest that you already missed dearly. Loose lounge pants turned into tight, black jeans, perfectly showing off the erection that you caused.

“Better?” He sarcastically asks, slightly raising his arms to present himself in his iconic pose.

“For now.” You tease and kiss him on the cheek.

–

You and Loki walked out to the outside dining area hand in hand. Everyone was too focused on their individual conversations to pay the two of you any mind. You felt relieved that everyone seemed to have already grown used to your relationship with Loki, or they just ignored it. You were happy either way, being teased by him and Natasha was enough. Extra pairs of prying eyes and questioning tongues would be too much for you to handle. You enjoyed being alone with him, even in a crowd it just felt like the two of you as he held your hand.

Loki quickly made his way to the self-serve buffet, dragging you behind him as you attempted to keep up with his stride.

“I thought you weren’t hungry?” You ask teasingly, recalling his dramatic words from earlier.

“Realistically, I could go days without eating. Tonight, however, I am hungry for something more delicious than any meal on earth or Asgard.” He turns slightly to give you a lustful glare, “Therefore, I want to eat and get out of here as quickly as possible.” He states, loading two plates, one for you and one for him.

“Don’t get too ahead of yourself, mischief. If you eat too fast you’ll get sick and then neither of us get what we want.” You tell him.

Loki scoffs as he holds the plates and guides you to a lonesome table, “Unlike you, darling, I have self control. And I know better than to get involved in a drinking contest with a Russian woman.”

“I never turn down a challenge, you of all people should know that.” You roll your eyes as you sit down to eat.

“You’re lucky you didn’t get alcohol poisoning.” He states, remembering how he carried your drunken form all the way back to your room from the beach.

“I have a great tolerance, excuse you. I lasted longer than the other girls.” You remind him.

Loki let out a sarcastic chuckle before taking another bite. You loved to see him like this. He was always happiest when he could be himself, teasing you and being generally mischievous.

Almost on cue, Natasha walks over with a drink in her hand, “Drink?” She offers, giving Loki a knowing look as he glared at her.

You laugh at the way they looked at each other with fuming anger, “Not tonight, Natty. I’m still recovering.” You put your hand up slightly as you turned down her offer.

“If you say so.” She smirks, taking a sip of the drink, “Any big plans tonight?” She asks.

“We were just going to go walk our dinner off at the beach afterwards.” You tell her, purposefully keeping your plans vague. Loki nodded along, hoping that your friend would mind her own business for once.

Natasha smirks, knowing that she was currently pissing off your boyfriend, “Me and the girls were thinking of a night swim, would you like to join us?” She asks you, ignoring Loki’s painful glare.

Before you could answer, Loki speaks up for you, “No. She would not.”

You try your best to not giggle at him, he was making damn sure that he would not be deprived of you for another night.

“Hey! How about you let her answer the question.” She snaps at him, leaning down to whisper not so quietly in your ear, “Is he always this controlling? I’m worried.” She asks, knowing that Loki could fully hear her.

Glancing at Loki’s handsome, unamused face, you answered her. “He’s just antsy, I promised him something.” You hint, hoping that your answer would push her away.

“Ooh-” She realizes and stands up straight, raising her hands on your shoulders, “I see how it is.” She brushed your hair back to reveal the mark at the base of your neck. Loki was about to leave fifty more on you if she kept this up, “Have fun with her, she’s special, y’know?”

You giggle at her words, she was doing everything she could to make him despise her right now.

“Oh- I am very aware of how special she is.” He growls, eyes fuming with jealousy. It caused a rush of heat to flow between your thighs.

“Good. Because if you hurt her, I will kill you.” She threatens the god across from you.

You speak up before Loki could get a word out, “Thank you, Natasha. Go bother Steve or Bruce.” You suggest.

She giggles before stepping away, “If you insist, see you around.” She plays with your hair once more before walking back to her table.

You watch her before turning back to the jealous god, his glare now turned on you.

“What?” You ask with a hint of attitude.

Loki sighs, sitting back in his chair, “Finish your dinner.”

Both of you finished your food in a rushed silence. Loki wanted nothing more than to slip away from the crowd with you, unnoticed and unbothered.

As the two of you went to make your leave, Thor stepped in front of Loki, stopping his eager brother in his tracks.

“Brother! Off so soon? There is a whole night ahead of us! Give the lady a break.” Thor slurs, clearly a few drinks in.

Loki rolls his eyes at Thor. You stood next to him in silence, watching the way Loki clenched his jaw in annoyance. He was so hot when he was pissed, and everyone seemed to go out of their way to get on his nerves tonight. In an unintended way, it prolonged your teasing. Loki would have a copious amount of pent up emotions that he would be taking out on you in the best way possible later. And you couldn’t wait.

“Mind your own, brother. She is fine.” He holds your hand a little tighter.

“I’ve had a long day Thor, I’m just ready to retire for the night. I’ll join you guys tomorrow.” You speak up, intending on sounding like you innocently wanted to go to bed.

Thor’s eyes dart between you and Loki for a few seconds, then a warm smile appears on the blond god’s face, “If you insist.” He acknowledges your statement before he looked at his raven haired brother, “I’m happy for you, Loki. You deserve a love like her’s” He pats his younger brother on the shoulder.

You could tell that Loki was caught off guard by Thor’s words. Even if they were the words of a tipsy god, they were sincere. Loki is frozen in place, staring at his brother with wide eyes as he stumbles away, demanding another drink from the bar.

“Hey, are you okay?” You ask as you squeeze his hand for comfort.

Loki breaks out of his trance and looks over to you, “Never better.” He smiles genuinely. Your chest warmed and your heart skipped a beat. He was so beautiful when he was happy. It wasn’t an emotion that he showed to others often. You get to see that smile every day, the same smile that you see when you wake up next to him in the morning after a night of pleasure. It was the smile of a man who had found everything he wanted after years of searching. You mirrored his joy with a smile of your own. Everyone probably thought the two of you looked insane as you briefly shared a moment of happiness with him. They would never understand how he made you feel.

–

The water reflected the pale moonlight as you walked hand in hand with Loki across the shore. You were making your way to a secluded cove that you found earlier, knowing that it would be the perfect spot. Your other hand held a rolled up beach towel that you quickly grabbed from your room. Sex on the beach was exciting and all, however, you wanted to keep the sand out of places it had no business being in.

Loki was surprisingly quiet. At first you wondered if he was still upset from this morning, then you realized that for once in his long life, he was at peace. He didn’t have to prove himself to anyone or deal with the stress of battle. He was content. You could tell that he was thinking though, what it was about, you had no idea.

“Are you still there?” You quietly ask him.

“Me? Of course I am.” He answers.

“Just making sure. Y’know, if you’re tired we can just head back-” You began to tease before he cut you off.

“No! This is all I longed for all day, we will not be interrupted in our time together.” He growled, walking a little faster to reach your destination ahead.

“Just making sure.” You giggle at his eagerness, “You just looked lost in thought. Was it Thor?”

Loki sighs, “Partially, Yes. He caught me off guard with that statement.” He admits.

“You know what they say, drunken words are sober thoughts. He loves you, Loki. No matter what, he will always be your brother.”

“I know. He’s an oaf, but I love him. He’s all I have for my family. Don’t tell him that I said that.” His voice darkens threateningly at his last few words.

“I won’t.” You laugh a little at his empty threat, “What else are you thinking about?”

“What makes you think I’m thinking of something else?” He questions.

“Well, you said that Thor was partially the reason. What’s the other part?” You hoped you weren’t prying too much.

Loki gives you a strange side glance before looking ahead once more, “Natasha. She’s too comfortable.”

“Ooh-” You realize his jealousy, “You know how us girls can be, we tell each other everything.”

“I am aware of how your female friendships can be. But she’s… flirting.” He states in concern.

“Don’t feel threatened by her, she just likes to tease.” You tell him, hoping to ease his worries.

“May I ask you something personal, darling? You don’t have to answer if you don’t feel comfortable.” His thumb strokes the skin of your soft hand, reminding you that you were safe with him.

“What is it?” You ask cautiously.

Loki is silent for a few seconds, mentally searching for the correct words to say. “I apologize if I misread things, please tell me if I'm wrong. You are just so close, so comfortable with her. I know that you aren’t like that with the others. Was there ever a point where you two were perhaps… more than friends?” He reveals his curiosity.

Your eyes widened a bit, he noticed everything, “It was never serious, just some fun to keep each other company late at night.” You admit.

“I’m sorry if I was prying too much. I was just curious.” He apologizes.

“It’s fine. I’m not ashamed or anything, girls are hot too.” You tell him, feeling comfortable in his presence.

“So… You are interested in both sexes?” He asks for your confirmation.

“Who am I to be picky? I’ve felt this way since I was pretty young. It isn’t a problem, is it?” You look at him in a brief fear of rejection.

“No no! Not at all, I am the same way!” He admits with pride, happy that he can share this topic with you.

Pure joy runs through your body as you stop walking and leap into his arms, “I love you, so much. Thank you for sharing this with me.”

Loki kisses your forehead, cradling your head as he did so, “I love you too, darling. You mean everything to me.”

You both pull back from the tight embrace to meet your lips in a passionate kiss. The waves of the endless ocean lapped over your bare feet as you stood on the tips of your toes to kiss the tall god. His strong arms wrapped possessively around your waist as he pulled you flush with his body. His neglected erection from earlier pressed against your lower stomach as he pushed his hips into yours slightly.

“How much longer?” He asks, growing impatient.

“It’s right up ahead.” You take his hand and lead him towards the secluded cove.

A brisk walk turned into a slow jog with Loki. Eventually, you dropped his hand and ran in front of him as he kept up. The thrilling feeling of being chased by the ravenous god turned you on immensely. It was like you were the prey and he was the hunter, ready to claim his next meal.

The privacy of the cove soon surrounded you as you finally reached your destination. When you stopped running and looked behind you, Loki was nowhere to be found. You grew scared for a fleeting second before you felt two strong arms cage your body from behind. You gasp as Loki places a kiss on your neck.

“Cheater!” You accuse him, knowing he teleported ahead of you.

“All is fair in love and war.” He retorts before laying the towel neatly on the ground with his magic.

Still standing, he kisses you deeply, passionately. The crescent moon gave the perfect amount of light as it reflected off the water. Loki slid the straps of your dress off your bare shoulders, kissing your skin as he did so. You knew he would leave more marks. Now, however, you wanted them. You belonged to Loki and he belonged to you. And who is to say that you can’t leave a few marks of your own on his glowing alabaster skin?

Your hands slide underneath his emerald green tee, lifting it slightly to expose his perfect stomach. You ran your hand up from his abdomen to his chest. Loki took the hint, pulling away from the kiss as he raised the useless fabric over his head. Gods he was beautiful.

Stepping back before his lips could find yours again, you abandon your dress. The only fabric on your body was the white bikini you had been wearing all day.

“What was that you said? About how you swam naked on Asgard?” You start with a smirk.

Loki’s lips twitched, knowing where this was going. “That it was the way the gods intended.” He finishes.

“And who are we to disappoint them?” You ask, untying your bikini top. Loki quickly removes his pants and underwear, leaving him perfectly bare before you in the moonlight.

Before your fingers could slip into your bottoms to remove them, Loki interrupted, “Please, allow me.” He offers, as if he wanted to unwrap his own gift.

You raise your hands in surrender, allowing Loki to do as he wished. He got on his knees in front of you, his hand pressed on your inner thigh, motioning for you to part your legs slightly. You do as he wants, standing with your legs slightly wider so that he can remove your final piece of clothing, if you could even call it that. He slowly slips the smooth bottoms from your hips, letting his hands run over your ass as he did so. Loki places a chaste kiss on your hip bone, worshiping you as if you were the god in this situation. Finally, the white bottoms fall to the sand beneath you, a visible wet spot from your arousal was evidence for your desire.

Loki slowly stands so that he is towering over you once again. His hands run down your back to your ass, giving it a slight squeeze which causes you to jump slightly at his touch. You start walking backwards toward the ocean behind you, stopping once the water kisses your heels. Loki was right in front of you, his eyes never leaving yours despite your nude form that he could be staring at if he so wished. Instead he focused on you, the way that your hand wrapped around his arm to lead him into the water with you. He didn’t just want your body, he wanted your soul.

Loki switched your positions so that he was the one leading you into the vast water, you held his hands as the waves lapped around your waist. He pulled you flush with him once again, pulling you into another passionate kiss. Everything felt ethereal, his wet skin against yours, the motion of the water against your body, it felt like a dream. Loki gently bit your lip teasingly as he pulled away, leaving you craving his taste. His hand cups some of the salty water and playfully pours it over your head, he watches as the droplets run down your nose, to your jaw, and eventually down your neck and chest.

“Great, now I have to wash my hair again.” You pout.

“Shhh…” He leans closer to your ear, his hand finding its place as it cupped one of your breasts, “No complaints tonight, just go with it.”

You gasp as two of his fingers tease your nipple, causing it to harden beneath his pinching motions. Your nails rake down the pale expanse of his back to his ass. You can’t help but give it a playful smack beneath the water.

“Watch it.” He growls in his best attempts to be intimidating.

“Apologies, my king. I suppose you can’t take what you hand out.” You smirk.

Loki simply responds by splashing you once again as he laughed. You do the same in return, making sure to soak his black curls. What was foreplay with Loki without at least a little bit of mischief? You expected him to splash you even harder, or maybe dunk you beneath the water. Instead he smiles, feeling a certain type of happiness that he had never felt before. He could never describe it if he tried, but it was a feeling that he could certainly get used to. His genuine smile threw you off guard for a few seconds. Your heart may have skipped a few beats at the sight of his pure happiness.

Once his eyes found yours again, he pulled your body towards him. Bending his knees slightly, he held the backs of your thighs and motioned for you to jump slightly so that he could hold you up. With no words exchanged, you took his hints, wrapping your legs around his slutty waist. His throbbing cock pressed against your wet cunt, causing you to moan at the contact. Your lips found his once again, your arms wrapped around his neck as he began to walk back to the shore. A slight chill ran over your wet skin as the humid air made contact with it.

When you and Loki completely emerged from the waves, lips never parting, he laid you down gently on the towel he had laid out. His perfect frame encased yours as he made his way down your body, placing wet kisses on your salty skin. Your fingers tangled in his raven locks that fell over his shoulders like a waterfall in the night. His lips ghosted over your mound, once again he was about to eat you out until you saw figurative stars instead of the literal ones that watched you in the sky.

One fat lick from his tongue on your slit had you gasping for air. “So wet for me, like a good girl.” He growls seductively.

“It’s always for you.” You speak quietly, he still hears you over the sound of the crashing waves.

“As it should always be.” You feel him smirk against your pussy before he opens his mouth more to slip his tongue in and out of your wet entrance and up to your clit, where he circles it expertly.

Soon his fingers join in. Along with his tongue and lips, he brings your climax closer and closer. A needy groan escaped his lips and reverberated through your core when you pulled on his hair, knowing that he absolutely loves it.

“L-Loki, i’m not… gonna-” You attempt to warn him among wanton moans, “I’m not gonna last.”

He stops his oral motions and continues to circle your clit with his skilled fingers, “So soon? How desperate were you for me all day?”

“S-so desperate, my king.” You moan out his ego boosting nickname.

“And you expect your king to grant you mercy tonight? After you treated him so poorly?” He teases, recalling your earlier interaction that you still felt guilty about.

“I’m sorry, Loki… AGH!” You squeal as two of his fingers dip inside of your entrance.

“Ohh~ I know sweet thing. I’ll accept your apology if you cum on my fingers right now. Show me how much you need me.” He encourages you with a seductive growl.

With a desperate yet worshiping scream of his name that faded into the salt air, you came around his talented fingers. He pumped them slowly, working you gently through your high as his eyes remained trained on your bliss ridden face. You grabbed his wrist as you became overstimulated. He withdrew and leaned down to kiss your panting lips.

“You did so well darling.” He mumbles against the soft skin of your lips. His hand ran up and down the skin of your trembling thigh.

You smiled, finally opening your eyes that were once screwed shut to meet his. Your hands cupped his beautiful face before running down his neck to his pale chest. You sat up, using your momentum to push him so that he laid on his back against the towel. Your legs rested on either side of his hips as your lips began to explore downwards from his neck.

“I’m afraid…” You speak against his skin before raising your head to look him in the eye, “Just an apology won’t suffice.” The tip of your finger ran down his abdominal muscles to his happy trail and eventually the base of his throbbing cock.

“I can assure you it will. However, you do as you see fit to show how sorry you are.” He smirks in hidden excitement for what you are about to do.

“Oh, I will.” Your mouth makes its way down his torso to meet your hand at his member.

In your oral apology, you still can’t help but tease him. His desperate whines were music to your ears as you placed light kisses on his leaking tip and down his shaft. His strong hand held your hair like the true gentleman he was. You even swore you heard him mutter a soft “please”.

Deciding that you were already too mean to him earlier today, you open your mouth to take his length. As you told the girls earlier, he was huge, you doubted that you could completely take him down your throat. Your hand massaged his base, moving downwards to play with his balls which caused his breath to hitch in his throat. This was your first time going down on him, and you were gonna make sure he would never forget it.

Your tongue lapped around his head before moving down further on his shaft. Your eyes looked up at him to find his head completely thrown back in pleasure. Happy with his reaction, you took half of his cock into your mouth, hollowing your cheeks as you began to suck ever so slightly. Your hand continued to stroke what you assumed you couldn’t reach. Loki’s hand moved in tandem with your bobbing movements.

“Fuck darling- that’s perfect.” He moaned, encouraging your movements. His hips raised in desperation to push his cock further into your mouth. Bracing yourself on his thighs, you allowed him to do so. You relaxed your throat to take as much of him as you could. Unfortunately, gagging was inevitable and you felt the need to come up for air. Loki must have sensed this as he spoke, “Through your nose, darling. Breathe.” He spoke like he was the one with a dick down his throat right now.

Nevertheless, you took his advice and took a deep breath through your nostrils before Loki motioned for you to move your head again. For a few more seconds, you did as he asked before he moaned loudly and pushed you off.

“Did I do something wrong?” You ask breathlessly, cautiously.

Loki smiles beneath you, his hand raised to cup your cheek, “Of course not sweet girl. You were amazing, I just wanted to cum inside that pretty little cunt. If I may, of course.”

You beam with pride at his praise, “Of course. I just haven’t done that excessively before.” You confess. It was true, you were never interested in going down on any of your male partners before, only doing it if you were comfortable, which was rarely. Loki was different, however, he deserved every touch and every ounce of praise. For the first time in your life, you actually enjoyed giving a blowjob.

“Don’t grow tired of it now, love. We have four more vacation days ahead of us, and many, many more after that.” He smirks briefly before you lean down to place a kiss on his boastful lips.

Your wet folds outline his cock against his stomach as you grind your hips against his. The kiss became deeper as his tongue slipped into your mouth. His hands grasped your hips, guiding their movements against him.

“No more teasing today, please.” He begs, much to your surprise.

“Aww, were you desperate for me too, mischief?” You rock your hips back, catching the tip of his cock.

“Always, darling.”

Happy with his answer, you slide down onto his twitching length. Both of you gasped in unison as you sat there for a few seconds. In his desperation, Loki began to thrust his hips upwards. Even beneath you, he still craved control. You moved in rhythm with him as you bounced on his cock. Your hands balanced you on his chest as his made their way up to your breasts that were bouncing hypnotically above him.

“Loki- fuck… You feel so good inside me.” You moan out, barely thinking before you speak.

“Good girl, keep riding me, just like that.” His words cause you to clench around his cock.

Swiftly, Loki sat up, using one arm behind him to support his body as his other arm wrapped around your waist. He could be closer to you in this position, kiss you better, fuck you better. Your fingernails dug into his broad shoulders as his hips moved like the waves behind you. His mouth found the crook of your neck, after the first gentle bite, you knew there would be more marks. And now, you were ready for payback.

Moving your hips in more of a grinding motion so that your clit would be stimulated by his pubic bone and hair, you moved your head, pushing him away slightly before you latched onto him. It was time for the god to wear a mark or two of his own. So that everyone knew that he was yours.

“Oh, you minx.” He groaned, knowing full well what you were doing.

You couldn’t keep up your confident, teasing persona for long before you started whining and moaning into the skin of his shoulder. His hips moved faster and his fingers found your clit, making you a shaking mess on top of him.

“Loki! I’m gonna cum-” You warn him, wrapping your arms around his neck so that you could be as close to him as possible.

“I know darling, cum with me.” He whispers into your ear.

You don’t hold back your body or voice as you shake on top of him as he triggers your orgasm. Loud moans and pleas in the form of the god’s name left your lips as you came. Loki follows right behind you, holding you tight as he finds release deep inside your pussy as it flutters around him.

Both of you stay like that for a second, taking in every breath in the blissful moment. Loki can feel wetness where your face is resting on his shoulder.

“Are you okay?” He asks, making sure that you were crying tears of pleasure and nothing else.

You pull back to kiss him softly, your fingers toying with the definition of his cheekbones. When you pull away, his hands come up to wipe your tears from your flushed cheeks.

“Never better.” You reassure him before wrapping your arms around him once again.

“Good girl.” He mutters before laying back down on the towel with you on top of him, he heard you let out a soft whine as he removed his softening cock from your spent channel.

After he cleans you both up with his magic, you both lie there, still naked as you found comfort in the skin to skin contact. You laid next to him with your head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat as you both looked at the stars in post coital bliss.

Eventually, you drifted off. Not worrying about your location or bareness at the moment. You trusted Loki and knew that he would never allow you to be found and exposed like this. You left your whole being in his hands as he held you close.

“I love you.” You heard him mumble in your state of light sleep.

“Love you too.” You barely speak out in your drowsy state. You would never deny him the reassurance that you loved him back. If you could, you would remind him every second for the rest of his life.

It was there, on a secluded beach within an unfamiliar island, in the arms of your lover, you found your home.

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polar-equinoxx · 11 months

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🌟Canons shoot ships but not this one

My fics that could fit into the canon timeline of both tg and tgm!

The big ol’ masterlist :)

🌟Ten Past Twelve (763 words)

Rated Teen, hurt/comfort, angst

It's seven minutes past twelve when Iceman gets a glass of water. It's ten past twelve when he checks on Maverick.

🌟Midnight Jetty (1148 words)

Rated Gen, post-canon, grief/mourning

It was on nights like these that Maverick missed them most.

🌟The Lower Bunk (1364 words)

Rated Gen, emotional hurt/comfort, fluff, first kiss

It’s the night of the last mission. They were wingmen, the two of them, but Ice can’t get to sleep alone on his top bunk.

🌟Nowhere Else To Go (1252 words)

Rated Teen, fluff, hurt/comfort, seasickness

A storm out at sea is a bad remedy for a nightmare about drowing with your RIO, even if it did happen 10 months ago. But at least there’s space in the bed where he goes.

🌟The Fourteen (828 words)

Rated Teen, grief/mourning, hurt/comfort

"You say to me it isn't anyone's fault... 'anyone' includes you," Where Maverick finds Ice sitting on his jet enraptured in his thoughts of Goose.

🌟It's The Little Things (1491 words)

Rated Gen, angst, fireworks, fourth of july stuff, loneliness

It's the third of July, 1987. Tomorrow is the fourth, and it's Maverick's first without Goose, and he feels sad and lonely because it just doesn't feel the same. He thinks he's done a great job masking his feelings and pretending he's a-okay, but unfortunately (or fortunately, depending on who you ask) Iceman can see straight through his mask.

🌟My Little Dove (1023 words)

Rated Teen, angst! pain! nothing but hurt!!!

But it’s like a clock. Every breath is a second closer. It’ll tick down to morning. The sun will rise. Tom will have seen his last sunset. Or, Maverick's goodbye to Iceman.

🌟A Year To Think (1846 words)

Rated Teen, angst, fluff, hurt/comfort, nightmares

29th July, 1987. Goose has been dead a year. It doesn't feel like that. Maverick doesn't know if he's okay or loved, but Ice is sure to show him just that.

🌟It's Okay Not To Be Okay (1112 words)

Rated Teen, survivors guilt, grief/mourning, hurt/comfort

Maverick didn’t blame Ice for what happened on Hop 31. He never would, no matter how much he overthought the whole thing. Charlie blamed Ice. She said that she did and made it obvious. Ice just listened.

🌟Almost Gone (2099 words)

Rated Gen, hurt/comfort, that's literally it.

Ice leaves the locker room, bitterly regretting what he's said. That was it. That was the last time he'll ever see Maverick again and he messed it up. Then Maverick leaves the locker room.

🌟Atelophobia (1601 words)

Rated Teen, physical hurt/comfort, panic attacks, Ice needs all the hugs ever

“They were abused children” Maverick didn’t think much of Goose’s quip he made back when he’d first been introduced to his now-partner, assuming it was a joke, not until he hears a smash from the kitchen and goes to investigate.

🌟Every End Is A Beginning (3175 words)

Rated gen, nightmares, panic attacks and hurt/comfort

The thing about Iceman, as Maverick had discovered, was that he didn't have 'feelings'. He didn't have issues like nightmares, and he kept his anxiety under wraps so tight Maverick would have thought he needed a hacksaw to get through to him. That's until he witnesses him lurch up into a sitting position in the dead of night. / Or, Ice has a nightmare and Maverick helps him through it

#i have literally eleven million things to post today so we’ll start with this and chapter 10 of wthsystiwylti #ms tg #ms fanfics #icemav #masterlist #ao3 #ao3 masterlist

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bxngthedoldrums · 1 year

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a petekey reading of so much (for) stardust

aka you knew i'd do this aka i didnt take four literature classes in college for nothing aka make sure your tinfoil hat is SECURED to your noggin aka dear lord forgive me for committing sins of petekey in the year of 2023

look. i have to do this or i don't deserve this blog. amen

~ love from the other side

okay. yea, immediately the "you were the sunshine of my lifetime" thing is sort of sus, because we all know pete wentz and anytime sun or summer is involved it's Something. this is solidified in "summer falling through our fingers again" in verse 2, but it's interesting that he uses "ours" in this lyric bc i feel like recently most of pete's summer lyrics have been pretty self-inflicted. it's impossible to not note the whole "inscribed like stone and faded by the rain" in the bridge v. "the tombstones were waiting" line in bang the doldrums. i shant even elaborate u can pick up what i'm laying down!

~ heartbreak feels so good

i think this song is pretty light on petekey imagery but "light from a screen of messages unsent" kinda reminds me of "some nights it gets so bad i almost pick up the phone" in ginasfs but i could be reaching for Sure. let's be real that's all i do

~ hold me like a grudge

honestly i think this is one of the worst petekey offenders on the album. this one had me gawking at my screen as i read the lyrics. "thaw out my freezer burn feelings for twenty summers" ??? be SERIOUS pete... "part-time soulmate, full-time problem" yeah I GET IT I GET IT !!! the whole thing reeks of 2005 summertime fling

~ fake out

"do you laugh about me whenever i leave?" bonkers ass line,,this reminds me of pete's lj writing in those years after 2005,,,"my mood board is just pictures of you, but i'm not sad anymore" YEAH. this is SO pete holy fuck. that classic wentz obsession,,"we did for futures that never came and for pasts that we're never gonna change" this line's got me on the fuckin FLOOR. also classic pete!!! his perchance for nostalgia is just insane and he really feels it huh

~ heaven, iowa

i dont even know how to get into this one. "kiss my cheek, baby, please/would you read my eulogy?" SICK and TWISTED evil!!! evil!!! "i will never ask you for anything except to dream sweet of me" jesus h christ the melancholy is off the charts but holy fuck this song is so,,,tender? i dont know wht to say but i know this was written w summer of love intention. i know this in my heart. "scar-crossed lovers, forever" OKAY I KNOW !!! this song is DEVASTATING verse 2 is fucked UP and the bridge is too!!! "closed my eyes inside your darkness and found your glow"???? i cantr og on

~ so good right now

i can't really discern any particularly petekey lyrics in this one right away but the whole "i cut myself down to be whatever you need me to be" is pretty fucking wild

~ i am my own muse

there's some really sad lyrics in this one ab the whole future-not-going-as-planned thing that comes up so frequently in pete's writing but honestly the whole "let's twist the knife again, twist the knife again like we did last summer" thing made my head explode. every lover's got a lil dagger in their hands!!!

~ flu game

im not gonna sit here and type out ths whole fucking song but oh my GOD bro. this song to me is a really nice callback to pete's older style of lyricism but that comes with the self-deprecation and all the other really sad shit. it's beautiful! it's horrible! i love it!!! its about mikey i cant even pul out a few lyrics just LISTEN

~ baby annihilation

another fucked up one that literally anyone else in fob should have vetoed but OKAY?? "time is luck and i wish ours overlapped more or for longer" MAN SHUT UP. "self sabotage at best, under your spell/but you know what they say, if you want a job done right, you gotta do it yourself" ..........dude. if you're like me and you've poured over pete's oooold lj posts from the mid 2000s you already get it, but if you havent,,,go do it and get back to me bc this is TOO MUHC im unwell. "what is there between us if not a little annihilation?" i think i hauve covid

~ the kintsugi kid (ten years)

this song is really fucking sad actually. there's so much fear of being forgotten on this album and it's showcased really beautifully in this song,,,mayhaps not the most obviously petekey song but god damn

~ what a time to be alive

this song's about covid and quarantine n it's pretty easy on the whole suffering from a fling in 2005 thing! good job pete and fob

~ so much (for) stardust

this song is kinda suspicious but there's very few lines that really solidify it as a petekey song,,, altho "i think i've been going through it, and ive been putting your name through it" is a really interesting lyric. and OF COURSE, "in another life, you were my babe/in another life, you were the sunshine of my lifetime" happy xmas war is over

#petekey #had to do it to em #man what the FUCK goes on

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bravemikhailo · 2 years

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what are your favorite gallavich fics?

wow this took me literal months but finally here I am with a looong list. this fandom is just too talented 🥹

ok let’s start with wips, shall we?

miles between us - by @xgoldendays // In the summer of 1975, Mickey Milkovich is released from Beckman Correctional in California after a seven year prison sentence. Along with his cousin, Sandy – he's set to make the long road trip from Los Angeles back to his hometown of Chicago. On the way though, the pair pick up a hitchhiker who teaches Mickey that life on the outside has changed and the road home is never easy.

balancing on the ledge - @mmmichyyy // Moments on ledges in Ian and Mickey’s lives as their connection ebbs and flows throughout the years.

care for a cut? - @gallawitchxx // a barbershop au written 100 words at a time based on galladrabbles prompts!

a dustland fairytale - @gardenerian // It’s different, this heat.It wraps around him, covers him as he walks into the night. Their usual summers might be heavy and stifling, but this - it feels alive. It feels purposeful, like it clings tighter to him every time he thinks about it.

the silence is all we have - @mmmichyyy // Ian remembers a time when Mickey loved him. Now, all they have is silence. A story not about changing the past, but about rebuilding what they once had into something whole again.

things beyond mistake - @gallavichy // In the 90s and early 00s, they were distant neighbors on a long, dirt road out in the middle of vaguely Georgia farmland. Ian and Mickey: two poor, closeted Southern kids with similar financial situations but very different families, harboring secret crushes that felt illegal and that manifested themselves as sharp words, punches, and self-loathing. In 2021, Ian, a high school teacher in need of a fresh start, returns to his childhood home after nearly 20 years to find himself once more sharing a lonely dirt road with Mickey, the boy he once knew and the man he's desperate to get to know.

your question has been received - @celestialmickey // a tumblr AU with a bit of a twist

since we’re alone - @lethargicmick and @buffymilkovich // When Mickey Milkovich first got to the University of Michigan he had two goals; play hockey and get drafted into the NHL. But by his junior year, he’s at risk of losing his full ride scholarship because of his slipping grades.Enter Ian Gallagher, an ambitious and fiery redhead who takes his job as Mickey’s tutor way too seriously and seems determined on making his life a living hell.Or a College AU where Mickey is a hockey player and Ian is studious as fuck. They are everything the other one hates. Or so they think.

intro to quantum dating - @spoonfulstar // another college au

ok I’m going to put the rest under the cut because this got extremely long!

completed multi-chapters

I had a dream (I got everything I wanted) - @matteoamiras // mickey milkovich hasn’t seen ian gallagher in over 9 years, not since the day he broke his heart and they shipped him off to prison for a crime he didn’t technically commit.the last place he expects to bump into him is new york fucking city.mickey suddenly finds himself being thrown head first back into a world of people and places he's spent so many years trying to leave behind.or, the one where two broken puzzle pieces find a way to fit themselves back together.au from 5x12/6x01 onwards.

Ian the friendly ghost - @sunoficarus // "ghosts au where Mickey thinks the house he moved in is haunted because the doors seem to close on their own and his shit somehow gets neat and tidy and Ian's just a very polite ghost who's got a bit of a crush on the adorable grumpy guy who's just moved in"

you outshined the best there was - @metalheadmickey // Scenes from early parenthood in the Gallagher-Milkovich household.

cooperative gameplay - @gallavichy // At nineteen years old, Ian Gallagher’s stuck. Stuck in a minimum-wage job he hates. Stuck in the same boring routine--sleep, wake, work, take your meds, Ian!, try not to lose it day after day after day. But after his little brother introduces him to MICK MILK, a frustratingly hot horror gamer he watches on YouTube, Ian's life will never be the same.

like real people do - @gallavichy // At the age of 26, Mickey Milkovich gets his first apartment, his first wifi connection, and his first kiss. How he gets from wifi to kissing is a complicated story. Mickey is socially anxious. Ian is a frustratingly lovable escort working through an app. Mickey downloads said app. The rest is history.

where I end and you begin - @gallawitchxx // Mickey is dead. And he’ll stay dead unless his soulmate can see him. He knows that’s Ian. Because….come on. But he’s only got two weeks to prove that--if he can get Ian to see him, then he gets to live again. If he can’t? Well, then it’s a one way trip to the Great Unknown. The thing is, the last time Mickey saw Ian it was behind some glass and Ian was not-so-convincingly promising to wait…

blood in, bleed out - brewrosemilk and whatsastory on ao3 // The year is 1954. Tony Bennett is on the radio, Marilyn Monroe is on the silver screen, and as Ian Gallagher is about to find out - the Ukrainian mafia is in full swing.

where I found you - @gardenerian // "They were finally thriving, as opposed to just surviving. Things were finally going their way. And now Ian’s in a hospital bed, thinking he’s fifteen fucking years old. He doesn’t remember their story. He doesn’t remember what they went through together. He doesn’t know Mickey like the back of his hand anymore. He doesn’t even know that Mickey’s gay. And Mickey’s the neighborhood thug again. Ian’s afraid of him. Ian hates him."

you’ll never see us again - @spoonfulstar // Ian navigates life inside the confines of Marceline, a beautiful boarding school in rural America where he had been fed, clothed, and raised since as long as he could remember. Things begin to fall apart when he grows older and starts to question the truths he'd been told -- about himself, his friends, and what their purpose truly is.

your name like a song I sing to myself - misandrywitch on ao3 // Mickey and Mandy Milkovich are the two halves of indie band 'Mandy and the Misdemeanors' and, against all odds, they're pretty good. That's about all Mickey has going for him though. He's expecting to slog through another long monotonous summer, make a little money playing some gigs and pass unnecessarily hot afternoons how he always has: drinking too much and wondering halfheartedly what feels like it's missing from his life.Until, that is, he meets a red-headed green-eyed bartender named Ian who charges into Mickey's life with a laugh, and who ensures that nothing will ever be the same.

the sound - chloemaay on ao3 // Five years. Five years for Ian and Mickey to twist their lives together so inextricably that neither can imagine life without the other. Five years of getting to know every inch of skin, every bad habit. Five years of fights. Five years of memories. Five years of being inseparable. One moment to take it all away.

one-shots

hope we’ll be better than the past - biblionerd07 on ao3 // Ian wants to leave Chicago when Mickey gets out of prison, intent on a fresh start together. Unfortunately, leaving a place doesn't always mean leaving the problems you faced there.

ghosts that we knew - @matteoamiras // for the first time in mickey's life, shit is moving forward - he's married, he's got a steady job and his dad just kicked the bucket. then, someone impossible turns up and everything he thought he knew is turned upside down. she doesn’t look like anything mickey has been led to believe about ghosts. because the woman in front of mickey is alive.

twenty strangers - @crossmydna // Ian may be a realist in most things, but at heart, he’s a hopeless romantic. That’s probably why he agrees to kiss a stranger on camera.

morning light - @mmmichyyy // Ian swears he feels Mickey's heart slow for a millisecond, but his voice remains steady. "You doing okay?" Maybe when he was younger, Ian would've probably stiffened and gotten defensive if anyone asked him that. I'm fucking fine. Leave me alone. Stop coddling me. But Mickey's not just anybody. He's his husband. His person. His rock. His everything.He's Mickey.

something to hold on to - @xgoldendays // Ian Gallagher thought he wasn’t prepared for prison but who he really wasn’t ready for was his brand new cell mate, Mickey Milkovich. or alternatively, Ian and Mickey meet in prison and cuteness and flirting ensues.

blood cells pixelate and eyes dilate - kissteethstainred on ao3 // The worst part about loving Mickey wasn't the fact that Mickey (might have) slept with other guys or the fact that Mickey doesn't love him back or that Mickey and Ian will only ever be fuckbuddies. No, the worst thing is the moments where Ian thinks it will be more.

stages - ColdReign on ao3 // It’s nice for married couples to share interests and experiences. But they didn’t really need their dads to die one after the other like this.

how to love - proval on ao3 // Mickey's body's been a bit quieter for a while now, no longer wracked through with those heaving sobs. But Ian gets the feeling if he leaves they'll start up again. Ian POV gap filler for 11x09. Starts after the end of 11x08.

three wishes - @xgoldendays // It's a time honored tradition to blow out your candles on your birthday and make a wish. Most people wish for happiness, others for gifts but for Mickey Milkovich, birthdays meant wishes never coming true. At least until he finds exactly what he's been missing to make those dreams into reality. Otherwise known as the three times Mickey celebrates his birthday and the three wishes he makes.

golden hour - @iansfreckles // He’s going to count those freckles one day, he decides, right then and there with Ian’s mouth on his. He’s going to find his favorite shapes in them, his favorite stories. Draw stupid little pictures in black ballpoint pen on his shoulders and kiss them, kiss them, kiss them, until Ian’s laughing with that one crooked tooth on display. (OR: 5 times Mickey admires Ian's freckles, +1 time Ian admires his)

bright - @gallavichy // "There's gotta be a neglected Milkovich baby crawling around your family tree somewhere."Post-series fic in which Ian and Mickey become parents. Alternating POV, but this is Mickey's story.

my love, you’re the one - @matteoamiras // all the years they’ve lost, all the goodbyes, all the reunions – they've all led up this. or, five times ian gallagher misses mickey milkovich + one time he doesn't have to (he never has to again).

you - budget on ao3 // "You can’t pinpoint exactly when it was that you stopped being you." - 7x11 analysis

the weight of water - Callielee227 on ao3 // mickey thinks about water, once in mexico and once in ian's arms

blueberry pancakes - noeller on ao3 // Ian and Mickey make dinner with Ian’s gay tomatoes from his gay garden

the seeds that you plant - @good-then-dont // inspired by ian's apparent love for tomatoes in the new episode.

makes a cathedral, him pressing against me - misandrywitch on ao3 // Ian kisses the top of Mickey’s head again, his temple, the hollow of his throat below his Adam’s apple, his collarbone, the torn skin on his knuckles. He kisses him and feels, for the first time, that neither of them is really going anywhere.

over and over again - mariss__ugh on ao3 // Mickey told him once that he’s fucked for life; he hopes more than anything that Mickey knows now that’s not true. He knows Mickey had a vision of how his future would be, but he also knows this isn’t the first time that vision is changing.

every story has its chapter in the desert - misandrywitch on ao3 // That was then, and this is now, and maybe those two things are connected, there’s a direct line from Monica to Ian, something you can’t wash out no matter how hard you try.

this is the essence of love and failure - misandrywitch on ao3 // “You’re sick,” Mickey says. “Hospital,” Mickey says. And your body is numb and your heart is breaking and you run.

try to forget how it feels inside - endofadream on ao3 // But this Ian is so different from that Ian.

a storm to weather - @xgoldendays // Pain is meant to be felt. As visceral as it can get, as deep as it burrows, you must feel it or it will consume you from the inside out. One shot detailing Mickey’s thoughts and emotions during the events of seasons 6, 7, and 9.

softer, softer - sunshineians on ao3 // “Softer,” he says quietly, guiding Mickey’s hands to his own bruised waist. He leans their foreheads together. “Softer,” he whispers, one more time. Just so Mickey knows. Or, Ian teaches Mickey's hands how to be gentle.

collections of ficlets and series

broad shouldered beasts - biblionerd07 on ao3 // Six years after Mickey goes to jail, he's released on parole. He does his best to build a "normal" life and a relationship with his son while juggling the scars of his past.

shots in the dark - @iansfreckles

garden song - @gardenerian // He stands at the plot for a while before he begins working. This is it. After weeks of internet searches and sketches in his notepad, it’s time to put it all into action. Ian closes his eyes against the afternoon sun, breathes in the smell of dirt and greenery. Thinks about that giver of dreams. Opens them, squeezes the trowel in his hand.He works. He works well. And then: there it is. A goal accomplished. A beginning.

#i just went through all my bookmarks and recent history on ao3 😳 I’m sure I missed some gems anyway so please forgive me #I love all of these so much everyone is so talented #fic rec list #fic rec #gallavich #gallavich fanfiction #hope all the links work 🤡#asks

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ranposbabe · 9 months

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Infidel | Johan Liebert x Reader

Chapter 16

The house might as well have been empty.

You father sits down sluggish in his chair as you stand purposely far away.

Your stare makes him feel worse and worse and you know this and yet you continue.

“What do you want me to say ?” He croaks, his head down in shame.

He would’ve been better off not speaking as the more or really the less he says the more you become rightfully agitated.

“The shed was literally set on fire ! That was no accident !”

“All of it is gone do you understand?! It’s gone !”

He stays still and it deeply angers you.

“Is there alcohol in that fridge ?” You point at it yet you don’t dare to look, already knowing the answer to your question.

He doesn’t respond yet he doesn’t need to. You rush over and pull the fridge door open and the sight disgusts you.

An almost empty six pack a newly bought six pack, expired food and no sign of a drink that doesn’t contain alcohol.

How could it only take you this long to realise how bad this was ?

“I thought you only drank in the pub with those other drunks ?” You sigh.

Oh how wrong you were.

There was some part of you that desperately wanted to be wrong yet you weren’t. “I haven’t been getting cases because all this time I was putting that shed together !” He chokes on a sob.

You would’ve been disturbed by his sudden burst of emotions and yet you can’t find it due to be so ill by the last couple of days. One bad thing after another all because of some cases.

“What the hell is that on your cast ?” He suddenly barks, his finger points at you like he was accusing you of something.

How dare he. “So you don’t acknowledge the whole situation of me having a fracture due to you sending me on the job but you can when there’s initials on my wrist ?!”

To make matters worse he completely disregards everything you said.

Especially the fact that you almost broke your arm because of him.

“Is it a guy you’re seeing ?” He raises a brow.

“I don’t even have time to be seeing a guy because I’m so busy doing your cases for you !” You scoff.

“You won’t be busy anymore .” He chuckles. You can almost feel a blood vessel pop. He has the audacity to laugh.

He doesn’t get it. He never will. He’s hungover and yet he makes more sense even when he’s drunk on the job.

He’s more incompetent when he’s sober.

It is only when you stand your ground and shout he dares to meet your eyes.

“The past year I’ve been following your lead with no arguments.”

If you weren’t wearing a cast you would’ve clenched your fist by now.

“You need to go to a rehab centre or a meeting ! I don’t care whether you spend twelve days or twelve hours this happens now !”

“I’m done.” You state before finally walking off, leaving him sat in shame.

But before you leave there was something you needed to do.

You stand still just like you were last night.

This time now however the sky is bright and the shed somehow still standing is the colour of coal.

The door frame was still intact.

The roof was caving in, it could collapse at any moment. But when the light catch something in the corner you instantly notice.

You gasp at the sight. You know especially now you shouldn’t ge typur hopes up. Clearly not but still there’s something…there !

In between two what once would of been boxes there was a file. Either it fell between the boxes or maybe it was shoved between the two. You shake you head at the thought

The file was about to crumble under your touch yet when you quickly flicker to the last page there a corner seemingly not destroyed by the fire.

At the bottom of the page the only speck clear of ash and ruin. Only one word or rather name was freed from the flames.

Johan

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umbra-vulpes · 1 year

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Some Background for My Alegraves' Headcanon Life

*This is just some bg hcs for the following alegraves daily life hcs I am gonna post. Might write a short fic according to this later. I love some good old classic cheesy cliché dramas so try to bare with me.

*Please forgive my poor English.and Enjoy!

-Graves did betray the 141 and Vaqueros, however, he is not in the tank during the fight, he went underground for a while and keep trying to hunt down Shepherd and members of Konni secretly with some of his most trusted shadows and sometimes picked up some private jobs to keep the company running.

-He saw Kate and Price during one of the lead-chasing missions in Russia and decided to start giving them useful hints or information anonymously or get them out of trouble a few times secretly.

-He generally feels bad about betraying them but it was a choice that he decided and he didn’t regret it at all. After all, it was for his company and his men. He is sure if the the 141 or Vaqueros were in the same situation, they would have done the same thing he did. but he still wants to do something to make it up to them. Kate later figured out whom he is but decided to keep it silent. Price and Ghost are suspicious but not fully figured out it was Graves.

-However, the first person he actually met again after Las Almas was Rodolfo. During a mission in Mexico, He saves Rudy from an undercover mission that goes wrong and brings him back to the Vaqueros’ base. Which almost led to a bloodbath as Rudy was in very bad shape and Alejandro was blinded by anger seeing him like that and thought that Graves did that to Rudy. Luckily Rudy managed to explain everything before he passed out but it still ended up with Graves having a broken nose and fainting due to his also being injured during the escape.

-When both Rudy and Graves finally got better, Graves and the shadows offered a co-op to Alejandro. Alejandro was very opposed to it at first but Rudy managed to persuade him and he eventually agreed but with a bunch of security policy under it.

-The co-op was a great success with no betrayal and tons of fun. And they decided to extend their partnership longer and work together from time to time. That’s when they started to build trust, respect, and relationships with each other.

-Graves realized his feelings for Alejandro pretty quickly but decided to hide it due to their past history and he also has commitment issues, he really believes that Alejandro was not into him. (Rudy: smh in silence)

-Rudy and Graves became good friends during their time escaping from the Mexican drug lord and recovering in the med bay. Both always joked about how they literally tried to kill each other at first but end up saving each other ass. They seems very close together, It got to the point that Alejandro was feeling jealous of it. But it also made Alejandro realize his feelings for Graves because he didn’t know he was jealous of Graves or Rudy.

-When Alejandro finally cleared his mind and feelings for Graves, He did try to plan on a romantic date so that they could be alone together and talk about the whole thing between them and courting him seriously. But he ended up just kissing Graves in the office one night as they are together privately, talking about mission statuses and plans, and Graves was scheduled to leave for 4 months the next morning. He can’t refuse the rush of kissing Graves when the man is so close to him. And the kiss seemed to seal the deal as Graves keeps in touch with him daily during his leave and when 4 months later, Graves was back in Las Almas, they started dating officially and later on moved together and get married.

-They have a ranch together at a secret location only their most closest family and friends know. They will frequently hosting parties and dinners to celebrate successful missions.

-Graves was finally introduced back to the 141 as Alejandro’s husband four years after the betrayal, during that timeframe, The Vaqueros did work with the 141 serval times but Graves was either on his own missions , on holidays, or purposefully avoiding the 141.

-However, the 141 did know that Alejandro have a husband as they sometimes can hear Alejandro talking with his partner on the phone and Alejandro himself did mention his partner few times during some causal conversations, and he also hinted that they met his partner before. Which leads to the 141 though that Alejandro’s husband is either Rudy or someone else in the Vaqueros. And it was a jaw dropping moment for most of the 141 (except Alex who haven’t met Graves before) when Graves showed up as their emergency exfil and Alejandro just kissed and hugged him hungrily in front of them.

#alejandro vargas #phillipgraves #phillip graves #cod mwii #alegraves #headcanon

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“...Because you’re so God damn perfect and you know everything and have everything under control and…”

“Under control?” Mitsurugi snaps back. “I’ve been trained to do this for as long as I remember myself and you just decided to appear here out of nowhere and immediately got to the same position that I tried to get to for years. And you just improvise! I’m nothing in the courtroom without a thorough plan and you- You have no idea what are you doing, do you? I swear to God you just walk up there and tell the jury the first thing to come to your mind. And you look so… effortless. Do you know how much work I have to do to predict everything you might say so I wouldn’t look absolutely pathetic while you stand there with this perfect-bright-million-dollars smile of yours? I haven’t won a single case against you since then! And I have nothing except this job. None of your… Found family bullshit or whatever it is you have going on. You make my entire life look like a joke!”

“I’ve spent six fucking years in law school just so I could see your angsty ass again and you think your life looks like a joke?”

Mitsurugi stops just for a moment and that is enough for Ryuuichi to strike back.

“And you know what? I DO have no idea what I’m doing. It hasn’t been a day in nine years that I haven’t thought of quitting all that. But then I see you and… and I…”

“Don’t. Do not.” Mitsurugi growls, way louder than he usually does, rubbing the bridge of his nose. “God, why you just have to make it more difficult than it already is”.

“Oh, I’m the one making it difficult? I thought you died!”

Reiji looks taken aback for a moment, when opens his mouth to say something, but Ryuuichi’s already too deep in it to stop. He would probably shut up if he looked at Mitsurugi’s face, but he does not. Does not want to look.

“You literally left a note about choosing death and I really, really thought I lost you for good this time! And it’s been more than a YEAR. I’ve mourned and I… tried to move on and I had to carry one with my life and NOW you just decide to appear and act like this whole year haven’t even happened?!”

A pause takes place.

“Why did you care?”

Naruhodou opens his mouth to tell him to go fuck himself and closes it instantly. It’s too much of a change of pace. Mitsurugi looks genuinely confused.

“What the hell does that supposed to mean? Why wouldn’t I care?”

“I have seemed too misjudge… your perception of the… situation”. Mitsurugi frowns, looking down.

“Oh, please leave the fancy words for someone else”.

Reiji sighs.

“We- Me and Franziska, we ran away sometimes. When it has gotten… too much. We would have to come back, of course. He knew we would. We would get hungry eventually. Returning meant admitting you have wronged the family and all you could do was just working twice as hard. No one said anything about it out loud, of course. I… didn’t expect you to… Take my depart seriously.”

Silence falls once again.

“I… want to punch you in the face so much”, Ryuuichi says, finally. It’s an absolutely sincere statement.

“It would be… well deserved”, Mitsurugi answers really seriously and firmly, closing his eyes and taking his glasses of, his eyelashes quivering a little.

Ryuuichi panics. He wasn’t really going to hit anyone. Definitely not Reiji. Definitely not in his stupidly precious face.

Ryuuichi leans forward, takes his hand in his and kisses Mitsurugi. Mitsurugi shudders with his whole body. It’s just a couple of moments. He barely responds. When Naruhodou leans back to look at him, he looks… Defeated. Not like he usually does. He does not look angry, nor frustrated, just… Lost. Hurt. Sad. His empty stare directed past Ryuuichi. His hand still clenches Ryuuichis’.

“Do you wanna know the thing I hate the most in all that?” Naruhodou says, “No matter for how long I’m away from you and no matter how much it hurts me, every time I get to see you again it makes me so happy I feel like an idiot. And it turns out that everything was worth it. Every time I think I’ve managed to move on and then… I’m so glad to have you back, Reiji.”

Mitsurugi manages to raise his gaze to meet Ryuuichis’. That’s the moment he realizes he’s been gripping his hand so hard it probably hurt and lets go so fast as if it burnt him, clenching his hand into a fist, pressing to his chest.

“I… would return eventually anyway. I don’t have anyone else to be with”.

“That’s a very roundabout way to say ‘I’m glad to be back with you too’”, Ryuuichi smiles with his perfect-bright-million-dollars smile. Reiji Mitsurugi capitulates. Reiji Mitsurugi won’t win a single case against that smile.

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fvriva · 5 days

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Whole hog. Enyd. 🐽

finally. the wagie baby herself.

send me an oc + an emoji (or order the WHOLE HOG)

✨- How did you come up with the OC’s name?

Enyd Halcyon is another rare case where I actually renamed this oc a while into her existence. Enyd is short for Eneida, an old family name she despises (in truth, this was her name in her past life back a few hundred years ago). Halcyon is intended to reflect the nature of her family business of putting the dead to rest as a member of the Requiem.

🌼 - How old are they? (Or approximate age range)

Ya girl is 12 years old.

🌺- Do they have any love interest(s)?

Her old love from her past life, Gunther Gottfried, who's a ghost now. He was a child soldier that died really quickly under mysterious, inexplicable circumstances (he got crushed by a spaceship). She kind of doesn't care about any of that though. Too busy being 12.

🍕 - What is their favorite food?

She's a big fan of anything fast food, anything gas-station, anything overpriced-but-cheap-and-tasty. Anything greasy, sweet, or full of calories. She never buys it for herself though. She's always guilting Death or whoever into buying it for her.

💼 - What do they do for a living?

She's too young to work conventionally so after her grandpa disappeared/died (it's unclear) she picked up his psychopomp side gig. She also gets college credit for it but it's unclear to which kind of college. She also does some (off the books) (interdimensional) (probably illegal) work as a medium/matchmaker for a traveling carnival, the Nickecadium. Because her psychopomp work also takes her all over, she kind of picks up whatever work she can to keep the house payments and the cat food coming. She's got great work ethic for a 12 year old. Had to drop out of school about it.

🎹 - Do they have any hobbies?

She's got a cat named Meatball. Is that a hobby? She's kind of too busy for most hobbies.

🎯 -What do they do best?

As I said, she's got insane work ethic. Once she takes a job, she doesn't quit or back down until money is in her hand or her employer changes their mind. But at the same time she knows to not show her hand too early, especially because people are always underestimating 12 year olds and she doesn't care to waste her time and energy inefficiently. (If she does she knows they won't fucking leave and will fill up literally her every waking moment with busywork).

🥊 -What do they love to do? What do they hate to do?

Even though she gets work ethic she doesn't really care for professionalism or niceities. She tries to be on her best behavior at the beginning of a job but she gets grumpy really easily.

She loves the satisfaction of a job well done, and nagging her boss (usually Death) into buying her food as a bonus. They were planning on doing it anyway, at least.

❤️ - What is one of your OC’s best memories?

A few months before her grandpa disappeared, he was showing her the ropes to his role as psychopomp for the first time and she got to hold the soul. It the soul of a very old woman that she'd watched die, but her soul was very chatty, and excited to move on. Even though it was kind of a morbid moment, it's one of the rare moments where she feels something very real and important about her job.

✂️ - What is one of your OC’s worst memories?

She isn't going through her brightest hours at the moment but one time at work she was trying to collect the soul of this teen girl that died but then the girl got up and walked away before Enyd could get there. Her supervisor at the time was a huge hardass and she didn't want to have to report it so she spent the next couple weeks chasing this rogue soul all over reality without rest, until she found out that there was an exception in this case and the charges were dropped. It was kind of her Javert moment.

🧊 - Is their current design the first one?

Nope! Enyd's visual development has been very gradual. She didn't used to be as pink, but the outfit has always been either a cute sailor outfit or a cute kitty reaper outfit. She's pinker now. Has the pigtails.

🍀 - What originally inspired the OC?

I can't quite remember in terms of specifics. I know Enyd's arc is one of the ones that was originally most core to the initial ship dynamic of the setting as a whole, in that the death theme is rooted in what I found interesting about the ship in the first place. However, as Enyd has since moved on from being all that romantic of a character, her arc is now a lot more similar to Cardamom's from the original Bee and Puppycat YT series.

🌂 - What genre do they belong in?

Kid's cartoon. But more than that just generally a slice-of-life comedy, something mostly lighthearted that occasionally gets serious.

💚 - What is your OC’s gender identity and sexuality?

She's a girl. For now. Way too young to think about sexuality in general but she is also much too busy. I like to think she'd be bi.

🙌 - How many sibling does your OC have?

None siblings.

🍎 - What is the OC’s relationship w/their parents like?

Enyd was raised by her grandpa, as her parents both died tragically when she was young. She doesn't really remember it though, and she doesn't think about them much. She loves her grandpa very much so it's a shame he's MIA.

🧠 - What do you like most about the OC?

I love how easy it is to make her go from a funny child labor joke to a depressing child labor joke. Plus her little outfits.

✏️ - How often do you draw/write about the OC?

More lately! She does have a tendency to pop up more frequently in my rps given her skillset, and the fact that even though she's abrasive she's a cute kid. Whenever that happens I tend to doodle her more frequently.

💎 - Do you ever see yourself killing off the OC?

I think it could be thematic but she'd need to work to earn it.

💀 - Does your OC have any phobias?

She will never ever admit it but she's kind of scared of the dark. Luckily she kind of has built in flashlight powers. She's also afraid of tight spaces and getting her soul trapped in a jar.

🍩 -Who is your OC’s arch-nemesis or rival?

The one that got away, aka Arianna Lazzari, aka the magical girl Temporum. Even though there's a truce between them, professionally, Enyd's hands freelance.

🎓 - How long have you had the OC?

I wanna say since 2017ish? About 7 years.

🍥 - What age were you when you created the OC?

17 years old!

#answered ask #the-goblin-cat #chesca.oc #infinite and eternal #ask game

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supremewolfren · 2 years

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Algiz: Protection ~ Part Three

Summary: Everyone knew loving your teacher was wrong, but what happens when that teacher is your soulmate, your one true love, the person created for you. Your forever, eventually at least.

Pairing: Professor! Oscar Isaac x Reader

Tags: Professor au! Age Gap, Professor/Student

Warnings: Age Gap, Professor/Student, fluff, weak angst,

Word Count: 1270

Overarching warning for each chapter and the entire series: Oscar Isaac is being used as a name and face claim, this is not based on the actual actor.

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A flash of red whipped past your vision with the most gleeful cheer before dropping into your lap, causing you to laugh and shake your head. Selene was so elated about the fact that he knew and gave you his number - and not just his office number. She literally couldn’t contain her excitement, it was adorable actually. You had never seen her this gleeful before, a small part of you knew it was because it gave her hope that she would find her own soulmate.

“You’re scaring Saga!” you mused, as the gorgeous norwegian forest cat stared at both of you with striking green eyes. “Up up, I have to feed her before you make me get ready,” lightly - with a whole lot of love - you shoved her to the floor and off your lap as she landed with an oof and a soft glare to you grumbling under her breath before popping back up.

Following Saga as she wandered to your room, you allowed your thoughts to wander. While you were absolutely elated that Oscar knew, you were terrified. He genuinely seemed interested in your reasoning from hiding it, especially after you mentioned that you hid it all the time now, not even just when in class. Truth be told, never in a million years did you think you’d be hiding your mark daily, it was almost comical honestly. There was still the soulmate protection act, but that wouldn’t guarantee your degree nor would it guarantee people's assumptions that you slept your way through all of your grades. It was the only reason you couldn’t bring yourself to tell him in the first place. Outside of him losing his job, it would tarnish your reputation and in a history field you were desperate to keep your smart reputation and the fact that you worked your ass off for your degree.

Your hand softly ran across Saga’s back a soft murmur of ‘there you go baby, sorry I forgot earlier’ left your lips before you flopped with a very ungraceful thud onto your bed. To say you were nervous to call him was an understatement, his name in your phone was Protector and while that wasn’t the most secretive, it was what you preferred. You hadn’t called him yet and you had been home with your day complete for over an hour. It was nearing 7pm and you knew you should call him, especially before Selene dragged you to pregame with her while getting ready. You left your thumb hovering over the call button, a simple click and yet you were terrified. Realistically, you wondered if it even mattered, you knew even without the mark bonding you two together that he was attractive and you definitely would have wanted him, but there was a small fear that while yes he was bonded to you, what if he only wanted you due to your matching mark.

Selene suddenly slid into your room again, a soft smile on her face as she saw you intently staring at your phone, “y’know it won’t call itself you have to push the button,” her voice was soft as she snatched your phone from your hand and clicked call for you before handing it back and leaving with a shout of “you’re welcome!” over her shoulder.

A soft chuckle left your lips as you brought the phone to your ear, hearing it ring, leaning back into your pillow you couldn’t stop the soft smile on your face - both at your friend's ridiculous antics and the fact that he wanted to talk about it.You could only hope that meant good things.

“Isaac speaking,” his gruff voice answered, seemingly on autopilot, and you couldn’t stop the small giggle that left you.

“I hope you don’t mind a clearly late call for you,” your voice was soft as you spoke, your free hand lightly resting on Saga who adored the attention you gave - as long as you didn’t move towards her belly that is.

He paused for a second, and while you couldn’t see his face you could imagine the flicker of recognition that he answered his personal phone with his work answer. His own chuckle leaving his lips, “I’m sorry for earlier, I forgot he was coming by, we usually get lunch together once a week after class. I figured giving you my number would be a start, I didn’t want to push too aggressively.”

You heard a loud bark as a lock clicked, and a soft, ‘Ulf it’s just me,’ before he spoke again, “since you did call, I was wonderi- Ulf down, c’mon you oaf,” he paused for a moment, clearly moving throughout his house, “sorry. I was wondering if you’d like to get dinner with me. There’s a nice restaurant nearby that does pick ups.”

“I’d like that,” you had stood up from your bed while he was speaking to Ulf, which you assumed was his dog from the pictures on his monitor that you occasionally got glimpses of as he taught, and made your way to your closet.

“Tonight?” His voice had a twinge of hope as he asked.

You hummed softly in response, your face flushing as you made your way out of your room and quickly into Selene’s, she raised an eyebrow at you noticing you were still on the phone. Pulling your phone away from your ear for a moment you pressed mute, “you’ll hate me for this, I’m not going to the bar but I am going to get dinner with him tonight.”

Her loud cheer didn’t surprise you, “uh duh! Do you need help getting ready? Are you going out? Wait you can’t go out? What are you doing?”

“Dinner at his place,” you mused, before unmuting your phone, “yeah tonight works. Text me your address then?” you had turned out of Selene’s room but you knew she was following you with an excited smile on her features.

“I’ll give you mine, but how about I pick you up?” He questioned, you could almost picture the smile on his face as the same one he gave you earlier that day. “A warning though, it will be on my bike.”

You found yourself agreeing and both of you hanging up as you quickly sent him your address. The second your phone hit your bed, Selene was shaking you and tugging you into your closet to find you an outfit with an excited squeal. She was talking a mile a minute and you were sure you caught maybe five words out of the 40 she spoke. Clothes were comically flying out of your closet as she rummaged through and tried her best to find you an outfit that fit her standards and still fit yours. A loud shout of ‘hazzah!’ left her lips before she turned around and threw a pair of ripped black denim at you and a simple white t-shirt and before you could even argue about the potential of staining - knowing it was why you never wore white in the first place - she smirked and held up a hand signaling you to shut up. Before throwing your leather jacket at you, “perfect outfit, you can wear the shoes you wear everyday.”

You raised an eyebrow at her, she shushed you again and clapped her hands essentially telling you to chop chop without words. Shaking your head, you quickly got changed before a bag was suddenly thrusted into your face, before you could even question her she gave you a cheshire cat grin. Your phone dinging right after, causing you to give her your own grin.

Protector: Here.

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Moonlight Chicken Liveblogging Ep 1-3

yes I took notes. by mid E2 I was obsessed & got wordy.

Enjoying how this drama started with a sex scene and then withholds more sexual intimacy while showing how much a relationship & trust can be slowly built by actions and gestures of affection. I love a 'typical romance arc in reverse'.

Ep 1 I watched the entire meeting to one night stand sequence 3 times asdfghjk

Captures the simmering desire and anticipation so well. Director had me by the throat the entire time.

I saw commenters at MDL and elsewhere saying actor who plays Jim is too young to play 39. But bro, (a) somehow it's also ok for a 23 year old to play a high school student - acting! and (b) I know people at 35 who could pass for 45 and visa versa. Everyone's body ages differently. I can completely buy him as on the cusp of 40. 40 isn't dead! One of my friends is 44 and hits the club near every weekend. I swear some of these kids just don't know anyone over 25. When was in my 30s I already had divorced friends who were tired af and felt old. Let people in their 30s, 40s, and 50s both live like they're in their 20s some days and other days complain about being old as dirt. We contain multitudes, I promise.

Ep 2

hot young One Night Stand shows up to for real pretend work at the chicken rice shop until this man falls in love with him. There is no orgasm grand enough to make me work food service when I don't have to. I would call it insane behavior except that, note, i watched the night they met 3 times and sexual tension & quiet intimacy of it is HAUNTING ME and I only saw snippets of it on tv screen. so. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

the way the random neighborhood teens keep being like...? wasn't that the drunk guy? why does he show up for shifts here now?

and Jim literally does not have an excuse for ANY of this nonsense so he just looks like he wishes a trap door would open and mutters about adult business. Sir u are a whole CLOWN. what are u doing? 🤡🤡🤡

(well, kids. I had a life changing moment of intimacy with a stranger one night and now he keeps hovering around under shakey pretexts because he knows that I know that he wants me to give us a chance and I'm scared out of my mind and have 199 tons of baggage but he's so hot and he looks at me like I could be his whole world, if only I'd let him in. so i let him wait tables at night to be close to me while I struggle not to crumble under internalized homophobia and the weight of my debts, because capitalism. ADULT STUFF.)

I really like the set up for this couple. 1st episode shows their instant connection, how they're drawn together and find comfort in each other's presence. Then 2nd episode show us the gap that would have to be closed: what Wen dreams of is beautiful but also simple - making a home with someone, a place where he can rest and not feel the weight of the day. He clearly feels that Jim is the right person to do this with him. When Jim gently rejects him, he responds ok, I'm not the right person for you. But Jim is trapped in the bottom of Maslow's triangle. His dream is to get out from under his debt, keep his house, and fund his nephew's education. He doesn't see any space for love in there. It has nothing to do with the right person. Which is why he can't make himself fully turn Wen away. He cautions him that he can't be a home for anyone; he's not qualified to be any such thing for Wen. But deep down he clearly wants it. He wants Wen to prove him wrong somehow.

Ep 3

Wen actually working his real job! Doing... something idk some product management or city planning etc. He found out his dream man is about to be crushed under the boot of capitalism and he has to make presentations about the ROI. 😢

He keeps witnessing how important this incredibly hot man is to the community and it's making him yearn even harder.

and we get the ghost of boyfriends past! Past Boyfriend of Jim is the one who helped him start the chicken rice buisness. And promised never to leave him! oh nooooooo the chicken rice buisness was PROOF OF THEIR (DOOMED) LOVE 💀

They had a cat and a shop and a happy home. And now Jim is all alone. Oh, because his man was a cheater. 😱

oh FUUUUCK. See, I get this so much. He used to argue with his sister if m/m love really exists, or if only m/f love is real. And he said he'd show her. Then the guy he settled down with and basically married then cheated on him with a woman. Now, I'm close to this character's generation and I get why that fucked him up bad. Yes bisexuality is a thing and totally valid but when he grew up it was seen as debateable if women could truly love each other & be satisfied with only that. Same with men/men. So this would have felt like his sister and everyone who'd been saying such things in his hearing since he was a kid... They won. He's older now and knows intellectually that this is bullshit. But I so get why this screwed with him and he has to fight against buying into their narrative of his story.

The fact that he confesses the story to Wen though - he wants babygirl to understand why he can't do this, but the openness and communication is just making it more and more clear why Wen knows he has a chance and why they do work. Jim never says yes but doesn't say never and he's allowing Wen into his life and opening doors.

some of these scene to scene cuts are so rough. dear editor wyd ;)

But then Wen confesses he's on the demolition project. Noooooooooo the man of his dreams doesn't want his free labor & in-person pining tonight.

lmaooooo even when they're fighting he stops to coax his pseudo step-nephew.

The millennial lgbt urge to mentor stray baby gays.

Can't even imagine handling all my old disaster gay mess and also playing guardian to a teenager who doesn't want to study or raise his GPA but expects to make a great life for himself on his own in the USA by working odd jobs, without (again, the studying) gaining english fluency. This is all painfully realistic and Jim is honestly way more chill about this situation than I'd be.

LMAOOOOOOO Wen's step dad is pretty chill himself and accepting, and then Jim shows up and he's like, ..you call him uncle? I felt like I could see him wondering if this is like a daddy kink situation 😂😭. But Dad can roll with this, I am totally seeing where Wen gets his...how he is lol.

This is like the perfect example of an age gap couple where the generation difference makes it work better. They have differing perspectives but they ultimately appreciate that about each other. And it's not that vibe where older man is guiding a naive young person. There is actually zero daddy dynamics involved here. Jim is not a fatherly figure to him in any way. Wen is late 20's uni graduate with a job and he doesn't feel virginal or hapless or ignorant at all. He has his own insights and Jim legitimately is interested in hearing his thoughts & advice. The drama seems pretty thoughtful about portraying a relationship between 2 people who are from different generations of the queer community.

#midnight series: moonlight chicken #liveblogging #its only 8 episodes dont worry

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i loveeee jonah and i can’t rly think of a good question for u?? maybe like how did u feel abt the amy jonah breakup proposal scene in s6? i know it was sorta unpopular in the fandom as forced but i thought it was very sympathetic and understandable on both sides tbh

narratively speaking superstore actually hit the jackpot by getting canceled when it did, because if that had been the last we see of amy i don't think they could have salvaged it—or it would have been very difficult to, at least. i definitely had my doubts on a larger scale about superstore without america, and i still don't know that amy moving to california was the smartest plot move, but they weren't expecting to lose a lead and you work with what you have i guess

that being said! given that this was the in-universe route they chose, i do think that they pulled it off in a way that felt true to the characters. it's definitely brutal to watch, but it makes sense. of course amy is hesitant to make such a big, official step. even though it's jonah, and he's been around for a long time, and their relationship is great, she's been through this before and it completely derailed her from what she originally wanted in life. and so in her mind, there's always room for things to go wrong—whether that's in an immediate and catastrophic way or a slower, boiling-frog stagnation way. because of her circumstances, it's important to her that she have an easy escape route if that were to happen.

there's also the issue of the timing. i think that, if the circumstances were different and this didn't come up at the time of the move, it would feel less claustrophobic for her. but it's sort of an insane and tumultuous period, and adding yet another life-altering decision to the mix was definitely. not great.

jonah's view is completely different here. he pretty much sees them as already-married at this point, so it doesn't feel as daunting for him. this is where i do start to feel a little conflicted, so bear with me. on the one hand i do think he should have known better than to think this wouldn't be an added stressor for amy. like, obviously he's aware of her past, and the baggage/trauma she has regarding marriage. he's not adam, of course he's not adam, but who's to say he wouldn't fall into the same rut? he has a string of abandoned jobs behind him, and frankly not a whole lot of prospects. adam has a string of abandoned hobbies. amy's always been the one to take on the role of "adult" and frankly, as much as she (and i) love jonah, the relationship doesn't...look all that different. yes, true love, etc but she has kids and so she has to look at it from a practical as well as a romantic perspective.

the thing is, while he went about it in a way that was a little thoughtless and insane, jonah's also not in the wrong for wanting something more. i mean, the dude is moving across the country for her. they HAVE been together for several years, and they've known each other for several years before that. they are, functionally, a family, so it makes sense that he would want to make that official. and as solid as the relationship is, he just needs to know that she won't pull the rug out from under him suddenly—marriage seems like the most natural way to prove the stability of the relationship and soothe his neuroses. plus, in his mind, there's absolutely no chance he's going to be the one to leave. she's the reason he's stuck around for so many years, after all. but she has no way of fully understanding that without literally being in his head.

seeing him stand up for himself and set that boundary is cathartic. watching amy have to deal with the ultimatum is heartbreaking. marriage means two different things to these characters, and that's what makes the breakup so potent.

#fictionandmusic #also they both acted their ASSES off in this scene ben especially #however again. if they hadn't ended it after s6 it wouldn't have been a satisfying ending for them. the context is essential #.txt #nbc superstore #superstore #jonah x amy #jonah simms #amy sosa

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starting to think about looking for a new job in the very near future and my biggest fear rn is just. being in a new workplace, new people who have been there for so long already, just integrating myself into the place. leaving where I am now. and it's proper holding me back from even starting the job hunt. I know u recently got a new job if I'm not mistaken? did you have any worries like this or anything like that? advice maybe? 😭

Yes, I started a new job a month ago! Big huge response under the cut!

There were several factors that went into the decision. First, I hated my old job. It was a call center, and every single millisecond was monitored. I literally had to time my shits. They kept changing the metrics by which they measured our performance (making it harder to do "well" when, by old standards, I was doing "excellent"). They never approved same-day PTO. Each unapproved absence was a mark on your record that got you one step closer to being fired. An unapproved absence, even excused by a doctor's note, was still a mark on your record. I don't even know how that can be legal. They kept firing hardworking, established people and replacing them with new people overseas to take advantage of even worse labor laws and exchange rates. 🙃

The thing is, even though I'm autistic and have phone anxiety, I genuinely enjoyed helping people who've been victims of fraud. I was good at it, too. I was there for almost 5 years, but I knew I was considered expendable. Their policies were blatantly ableist, and I just couldn't take it anymore. Second, I wanted a job where I could go into the office. The old one changed to permanent work from home, and I kept having severe depression from being so isolated. Third, I wanted a job that would use my talents. I mean, I was good at taking phone calls, but I double-majored in math and Japanese, graduated summa cum laude, and was inducted in Phi Beta Kappa lol. And lastly, I wanted a job with opportunity for growth. (A career? 🤢)

So, the desire to get a new job started a couple years ago. But first, I had to buy my own car. I did that in February. Then the whole process of finding a new job began in April. I was in an intensive outpatient therapy program for 6 weeks. I filed a short-term disability claim and was out of work for that time. I worked on getting myself better, and got help from my peers, the therapists, the social workers, and my mom to brush up my resume and cover letter and start looking at jobs. I returned to work at the end of my disability claim with the hope that I wouldn't be there much longer.

I applied to a total of 3 different jobs, and it took several weeks to do one after the other. I would get too overwhelmed doing more than one at a time. I did the work myself, but my mom had to poke and prod me and be there as an emotional support. The first application was immediately rejected. I did a phone interview and an in-person interview for the second one and got rejected. Then my mom heard about a coworker from another department at her company retiring. They were having trouble finding a new person, so my mom told me to apply for that job. I had a phone interview and a videochat interview and got an offer after a week or so. It was a $9k bump in pay. 😳

Don't get me wrong, the change was incredibly stressful. I cried on my last day at the old job even though I had worked from home for the past 3 years and didn't have any strong relationships with my coworkers. I'm autistic, so change is extra difficult for me. And my shift went from 1 PM - 10 PM to 7:30 AM - 4 PM. That was rough. On top of that, I've developed chronic migraine (more than half of the days in a month) this year. I'm also immunocompromised and have IBS and sensory issues. So, I just have to work through the internalized shame of being disabled. I have a lot of work to do still. I had planned on telling my boss that I'm autistic the first day, but I still haven't mentioned it. It might be obvious based on the stuff I do and bring, though. I wear a mask and giant pink goggles. I bring earplugs, noise cancelling headphones, discreet stim toys, ibuprofen, rizatriptan, anti-nausea meds, Tums, Gas-X, Afrin, and hand sanitizer in my backpack. I've had a couple crying episodes worrying about the social aspect of talking to people and the job itself. But I know this will be a much better fit for me, and this is a company I could work at until I retire.

So, part of it was hard work, and the other part was luck that my mom also works at the company and heard about the position. In these times, I know 3 job applications is nothing, but it took all of my strength just to do those consecutively. My advice? Get an accountability buddy. Try to find someone who can help you break down the process into manageable chunks and make you do them at a reasonable pace, without judgment. Could be a friend, a parent, a sibling, a partner, an old teacher, whoever. As for the actual hunting on the Accursed Websites? You'll have to ask Google for help. That's what I did. 😭

P.S. (IMPORTANT!) With my experience in bank fraud, I've seen a lot of job scams. Take these tips to heart (if you're in America): 1.) Make sure the position on Indeed or wherever is ALSO on the official company website. If possible, apply on the official website. 2.) No company will ever give you a check to buy supplies for the job. A true company will order and ship the supplies to you. 3.) No company will ever prepay you for work you haven't done yet. 4.) No company will ever overpay you and ask you to send part of the money back via Zelle, CashApp, Venmo, PayPal, etc. 4.) No company will ever email you a check. 5.) If you're not familiar with checks and aren't sure if it's legit, call the bank listed on the check to see if it's legit or fraud. 6.) Any too-good-to-be-true work-from-home job is a 100% a scam. 7.) If you think only the elderly fall for scams like this, you're wrong. 18- to 25-year-olds are another big scam victim demographic, especially for scams involving checks or 3rd party payment processors (CashApp, Venmo, etc.). Banks can and will terminate your accounts if you accidentally commit bank fraud or money laundering. 😬

Best of luck!

#doesn't hurt to pray either if that's something you do #llbtsanswer #llbtspost

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