#//this card made me laugh 🧡

[margseliserobbie]

Dear Liam,

Happy Birthday!!! We hope you’re having the best day ever and ringing in your thirty-third year with all the things and people you love. When we’re finally both in Cali, we need another morning surf followed by breakfast to celebrate! Until then, please enjoy these gifts that offer a little slice of home. 🧡

Love,

The Stans

Gifts Include:

Australia Homesick Candle

Australian Food Care Package

Salt Gypsy Surfboard

@lilhemmy

[iandarling]

Ian and Mickey playing Cards Against Humanity on their balcony

“Wanna play a game?” Ian asked as he placed the beers down on the table

“Is that a fucking Saw reference, cuz you know I’m into kink but even that’s a little too much for me, man”

Laughing, Ian said “No, it’s a card game- but no, shush, listen! You will like this game, the whole point is to try and be as offensive and rude as possible” He put the box down with the title facing Mickey who did not look happy at the concept of a card game

“Played enough cards inside, man”

“I’m telling you, this is different. Just give it a try ok?”

🖤🧡🖤🧡

“So we each get 7 white cards that will have answers to the questions on the black cards, got it?” Ian started dealing the cards while Mickey looked through the black cards.

Hearing his husband laughing over the prompts on the cards made Ian smile, “what?”

“It says (blank, but not in a gay way) So what, now I look at the white cards and find the fucking answer of whatever” Mickey sipped his beer.

“Yup, the more inappropriate the better. Like this, “A sad handjob, but not in a gay way. That’s pretty funny!”

“Ahh, yeah that’s a good one Red, but look what I got. Necrophilia, but not in a gay way. I fucking win, mine is way worse” Mickey was too smug for someone who just started playing the game

“I told you you would like this game, Mick”

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“Ass to mouth”

“Eating together like a family for once!”

“Dead parents”

“Making your penises kiss”

“Anal beads!!”

🖤🧡🖤🧡

“You know you can buy extra packs of more cards right, so we can get even worse answers if we want” Ian smiled as he packed the game away into its box. “I think they even got a pride version of it filled with just gay jokes”

“You’re a gay joke” Mickey said because saying that he had a great time and would love to play the game again is too sappy. “Buy it”

[kisakis-boyfriend]

Kinktober Day 16: Hot wax

Pairings: Baji x GN reader

Warnings: GN!reader, dom!reader, sub!Baji, wax play, masochism, impact play

Prompt List by: starsandskies 🧡

Baji flinched as another drop of the hot substance hit his skin, hardening almost immediately afterwards. A short burst of pain on his thigh, followed by a small laugh above him

The rope used to restrain his limbs was beginning to dig into his wrists now, causing him to squirm in the chair that you had him tied to. He threw his head back, panting as he became acutely aware of several different points of pain at once

His thighs tensed up as you tilted the candle in your hand, pouring a slightly larger amount of melted wax onto Baji's soft thigh. He hissed in response, squeezing his eyes shut as his breath hitched from another wave of pain. “Breathe.” You reminded him, a sharp exhale following after. His head fell forward, long, black locks of hair hanging around his face as he breathed heavily

“Can you keep going?” You questioned, voice soft and gentle as you made sure that your boyfriend could handle more. Baji sat still for a second, then lifted his head up, smirking as he replied, “Yeah, it's gonna take a lot more than that for me to chicken out.”

With a smug grin plastered on your face, you grabbed Baji's chin and forced him to keep eye contact with you as a small pool of wax was poured onto his other thigh. He immediately winced from the pain, biting his lip as curses spilled out of him. Letting go of his chin, you moved to card your fingers through his silky hair, brushing it away from his face and tucking a section behind his ear

“You're doing so good, Keisuke.” You cooed, circling around him until you were standing behind him on his left side. “How about we cover some other areas, yeah?” Baji shivered as your fingers brushed against his neck, moving his hair out of the way. Yelping when the liquid burned his shoulder, spilling over the rope used to bind his arms to the back of the chair

You bent down a bit to place a kiss on that same shoulder, rubbing his arm soothingly. He relaxed a little during these brief moments of comfort, enjoying the juxtaposition of searing pain followed by tender touches and praise

Another drop hit his thigh and Baji threw his head back again, leaning against your chest as he whined. You wrapped your free hand around his neck loosely, keeping his head pinned to your body and kissing the top of his head. “Can you spread your legs a little, baby?”

Baji complied, spreading his legs as far apart as the restraints would allow, gritting his teeth when another droplet fell onto him. “You're ok, relax.” You whispered, promptly pouring a large amount of the wax onto his inner thigh as he cried out and writhed within his constraints. Tears threatened to spill as his jaw clenched, sucking in a breath while the warm substance solidified on his sensitive flesh

“Good boy. I know that must've hurt a lot, but you're taking it so well.” You cooed, setting the candle down so that you could pull Baji's hair into a loose ponytail, picking it back up then moving to stand in front of him again. “Keep your head tilted back for me now.” You said before dripping some wax onto his broad chest, just adoring the way his body jerked as a response

“Fuck...” He rasped as the wax rolled down his abs. Your eyes followed the droplets as they slid down his skin, noticing that his dick was fully erect and the head was glistening from beads of precum. The next words that came from Baji caught your attention. “Hit me.”

You blinked a few times, taken by a surprise a little. Though you quickly regained your composure, smirking as you slapped him lightly. Baji groaned in annoyance, “Harder.” Again, you slapped him with a bit more oomph, to which he sucked in a sharp breath, exhaling shakily. You gently cupped his face, turning his head towards you to meet your gaze, his brown eyes glazed over in lust from just a couple of slaps

“You ok?” You checked in again, letting Baji lean into your touch. He responded with a muted ‘Mhm’ as his eyes fluttered shut, the sting of your handprint still present on his cheek. “Just a little more, honey. We're almost done.”

With that, you dripped the remaining melted wax over different parts of Baji's body, repeated spikes of pain causing him to whimper and jolt as each one came into contact with him. You slapped him a few more times, each one harder than the last as he moaned out, “Yeah... just like that– ”

As the last droplet landed on his pretty shoulder, you told him how good he was for you, putting the extinguished candle away to card your fingers through his hair. Leaning down to kiss his reddened cheeks while he caught his breath

After allowing Baji a moment to pull himself together, you knelt down in front of him, planting yourself between his legs to give him a reward for behaving so well tonight

Tagging: @steadybreadbluebird @6kabuki

[dreamnreminisce]

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[fountainpenguin]

"It was a cup of good intentions... a tablespoon of one big mess! A dash of overreaction, and I assume you know the rest..." (x)

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New Dog's Life chapter today! ~ 3rd Life series fan-season

Chapter 28 - “Slow Burn (Bdubs, Scar, Charlotte)”

❤️ Read on AO3

💛 Start from Chapter 1

💚 More Pixels Imperfect fics

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Scott needs medical attention. Scar and SnifferMyFeet do their best to offer it... even if it means putting one of them on the line. Meanwhile, Bdubs and Grian discuss carrots and vacation plans.

(First 1,000 words under the cut)

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BdoubleO100 - Phantom

Status: Riled up

Captain of New Star Station's phantom hybrid flock

💙  🧡  💚

"Aha!" Bdubs grabs Grian by the wrists, yanking him forward. He pulls him, twisting him through a dopey dance in the kitchen. Grian yelps, socked feet twisting and gripless, and that just makes it better. "You want to be cringe and free!"

"I could do without the cringe," he protests, flapping his wings as Bdubs spins and prances with him, "but I do wish for love."

"Well, being truly known's the same thing, isn't it?" He swings Grian around to the other side. Grian squawks, pixels thickening and flipping over in his face. Purple flecks glitter underneath. He may as well've been run through a storm drain and flushed out the other side. "Tell you what! I'll love Etho if you love Mumbo, deal? Junglemate's honor!"

"Bdubs, that's not a deal."

"'Course it's a deal! It goes both ways; that defines it. Whadaya think? You wanna seal it?"

"… Yes."

"Let's do it, then." And he laughs, 'cuz it feels so good to love. It's what captains do, you know. When all hope is lost, look to the captain. Put all your faith in 'em, even when it looks like they're steering the wrong way. Captains always guide you back towards the light. Didn't you know Minecrafters like to move in circles? It's a way of stalking prey. "Always, and 'til the end!"

Grian catches a grip on the floor. "Bdubs? Bdubs, I hate to ask, but… What was the reason? Why didn't being romantic work with Etho? I mean, what made you feel like being queerplatonic partners made sense? How did you know?"

Bdubs' tail twitches at the end. Mossy shawl is crooked now, plushy bits tucked too tight against his neck. He pulls it around again. "I think being romantic would've worked a while, but this is what felt right. Just better this way long-term. Now, enough about Etho-"

"Do you ever regret it?"

Wow. Parrot stereotypes are true, then. Once they get their talons in something, they latch on tight and don't like letting go. Of course, that's mostly when they're dead. It's not his business, but Grian's watching, and Grian's a less experienced player, and he came from another world. Bringing him into the rest of the flock and teaching him things is what a captain does. "No? I don't regret choosing Etho."

"I meant the QPR," Grian says impatiently, taking his bar stool again. "I mean, that's a big conversation to have, right? And once you say it, it's hard to walk back and change your mind. I mean, what happens if you feel ready to be romantic?"

'Ready,' huh? Geez. Tell me you really don't know what's up with me and Etho without telling me you don't know anything about us.

Mm, scattered possibilities on how to answer that one. It's like a deck of cards strewn across the table- stat poker at its worst. Bdubs gazes back with his tail gently waving.

"Is this about you?" he asks in easy deflection. Grian's wings jump. "Communication's always gonna be your best bet. I think if you wanna change up your lifestyle, you can tell your partner straight, so long as you realize they might end things with you there- You get me?" He gestures to his wrist-comm then. "I mean, Brittney and I swing different ways all the time. We just let each other know when something comes up or we wanna see someone else."

Brittney's good. Doesn't expect him home too much; she knew what she was marrying into. He was already captain of New Star by the time they woke up with shared rings.

… It's nice though, huh? For the first time, he really eases his shoulders back, no longer compensating for heavy wings. Martyn's acting captain tonight. It's not his first time, though it usually doesn't last for long.

He may have burned his wing pixels off, but other than fly, Bdubs can do whatever he wants. As far as Martyn knows, he finished the delivery route. And the fact that he didn't isn't his problem tonight. If Martyn's too busy flirting with Cleo to catch an insubordinate flockmate in the act, well, consider this a lesson learned. He still glitters with white sparks wherever his bare skin faces upwards, like on the backs of his hands.

I can do… whatever I want. Isn't that something? Under the full moon, even! Usually he'd be bare-chested by now, wrestling Martyn while a crowd looks on. If Martyn enacts a challenge, anyway. He sometimes likes to. Bdubs' fingers brush the red feather hanging at his chest. He didn't give much consideration to wearing it. He just played along. This is Yes, And? This is fun. And he's out here doing whatever he wants.

Grian looks on, curious as ever. "I mean, you want him, don't you?"

"Do I ever! And got 'im right here!" (Not here here, but you know how it is under the wing).

"Aren't you disappointed?" Grian asks, foot twisting against the bar stool's little foot rest. He slouches against the counter. Maybe birds just like to perch on things. "I mean, you can't carrot with Etho now, if you're queerplatonic."

What? "Yeah I can." And this time he's more firm about it: "Etho and I can do whatever we want. Don't look at me! It's like you and Mumbo spawning a spark together when you're not dating. Raising kids together is fine." His eye twitches even as he says it. See, that's where the problem started.

Bdubs isn't really looking to be a dad right now. Right now, the flock comes first. He's saving his energy for when he, like Impulse and Jewel, takes his beloved's kids under his wing. Well, the players and cameras synced up to those kids, anyway. Four's a lot. Two's a lot, and it prob'ly won't be much longer before they're here- They're getting big. He gets emotion bleed of 'em on the regular, when they sit themselves in Daddy's lap or hang on his shoulders to watch him play.

Raising four kids someday ('cuz who doesn't take the cameras under their wing too?) is gonna burn him out. That's when he's gonna be so weak, Martyn takes his place as flock captain. Heck, Bdubs will throw the fight if he has to. The flock comes first, and once he's got his own, his time as captain's gonna run dry. Brittney and the kids are gonna be his flock then.

That's the schism between him and Etho, see, which is none of Grian's freakin' business. But Bdubs can't see himself raising server-restricted sparks this late in life when his real, Between dimension family is gonna get a whole lot bigger in a couple hundred years. He doesn't need babies. And Etho, who huddles up alone more often than he should, wants a litter he can lick and snuggle and hold.

It didn't end their friendship. It's just dangerous to dance around. They agreed a long time ago carrots were off the table. Bdubs is pretty sure Etho's never gotten his love hearts up before, and that makes him all the more unpredictable. Too wild. Unrestrained. It's just not worth the risk, 'cuz if an accident happened, Etho would whine and plead for him to stay. Void, he loves Etho. But accidents come easy, and Joel's living proof of it- Hermes is just one example…

Bdubs does not talk to Etho about Joel. Or Cleo, for that matter. Yeah, he'll play up his role as kid in the Clocker family, but he sheds it like a snakeskin when he's not in the mood. Except for "family dinner nights," where he's expected (and MCC watch parties by extension), he doesn't roleplay Clocker stuff in Between. Not in the teasing, flowery way that Etho, Scar, and Cleo do. On-server is full of emotion bleed- Scar got it right when he picked a puppet skin this season.

But Between is where he's real, and he's not gonna waste it roleplaying as the lowest member in the pecking order. Except for when it's fun.

[Full chapter on AO3 - Links at top]

[gilears]

feel free to say no but could you show whatever has the pins on it behind the riz card you showed it looks cool as hell

hehe thank you so much!! its my backpack, ive spent many years collecting and adding to it so i also think it is cool as hell. i will show you but some of the things kind of doxx me location wise so imma scribble over any of those JKLFKHHFJDLSGK;SFDG

highlights include: all my bad kids/dropout pins (duh, + special shoutout to @dimension20stuff who traded me the fifty one for my junkmother one <3); the GIRL HELP beads i sewed on and laugh at every time; the qr code patch i made myself w cross stitch that leads to this video; the several pins that sav @grasslandgirl has given me; and the W, R, and X pins because i love the wrecks a normal amount

more of me being regular about the wrecks with all the album cover buttons i made using my dear friend dani's button maker AND ALSO THE AMAZING BABY SNOOPY that lauren @mayodad did on linocut

and here the stars and hearts i crocheted myself!!! yipeee!! i got the brain fog button because i thought it was so fucking funny and also i suffer from horrible brain fog so much of the time we love being chronically ill

and also the bottom of the bag has this fabric that i have been wanting to use for like. i think honestly a decade ive been holding onto it lol but the bottom of the bag was starting to get some holes so i did this!! (also on the one pocket and some holes on the straps not pictured) and i love how well it goes w the original green fabric!!!

my bag is my Baby and i am always looking for new pins and buttons and patches and such (i have a bunch of buttons i made with danis maker + a cool patch i got in a local supply swap i still have to put on woops) and i get compliments on it every time i go out lol (very fun when i wear it with my patch pants AND patch jacket all at the same time) so thank you for giving me the opportunity to brag about it hehe 🧡

[iheartchv]

Hey! Thank you for the tag! I hope your well!!💖💖

I would like a Mistletoe match-up 🌿🍒 with the turtles from the 2014/2016 films, please!💙❤️💜🧡🐢

Some things about me: I'm 20 years old and I'm 5'4. Thanks to my ADHD, I'm what you can describe as a dorky, child at heart kind of girl. I goof off a lot, mostly to make others smile and laugh, making silly sqeak noises, because why not? I'm stubborn in a playful way even when I know I am wrong, and I tend to let my impulsive thoughts win 80% of the time. I also love hugs and cuddles so prepare for me to ask to be held and carried around all the time. It makes me feel safe and cared for, and I need that in a partner. Basically, I'm the type of girlfriend who, 95% of the time, will not act like an adult. Adulting is boring, so I don't do it much.

My hobbies are drawing, playing guitar, collecting food themed plushies, playing borad and card games, eating (that's a hobbie in my book), and watching TV shows, preferably comedy. I'm not a party all night girl. I don't even drink. If I'm staying up all night, I'm doing it in bed, watching TV, drawing and eating comfort food. That's my ideal night. Food is my weakness. If I'm sad or angry or whatever, feed me. Problem solved.

(Sorry if I made this too long, I have a lot to share💖)

😁 You're paired with...

Leonardo (2014/2016)💙

Leo was never for or against the holidays

Its just that he never found the time or reason, or excuse, to care about it

It was just another day to him

...

That is until he met you, and started dating you

Only then did he find the reason to be excited about Christmas

His favorite part?

Sneaking away from any eyes to kiss you

Full blown just... make out with you

Heated, hungrily...

Like he was a starving man

That's what crossed his mind when he saw a mistletoe dangling above your head

He was going to do just that

He didn't care if he was being naughty or nice

Or care about Santa Clause

You were the best present he could ever have or ever ask for

💙💙💙💙💙💙

[channelinglament]

Eyyy Happy birthday to me <3

Let's pretend that you share birthday with me if it's not your bday today

if you do share it with me, then happy birthday to you too!<33

This is a small birthday special...blurb? Idk

All the gifs were made by @hitechlatte

..............

Raph

Probably was preparing for it for a whole 2 weeks

He got you a gift card, a gift (I think he tried cooking for you but failed and endned up buying you a teddy bear), your fave flowers and of course - Himself.

By that I mean he literally follows you around doing anything with you.

You two probably went to park (or Todd if you like animals/puppies) and lost the track of time. He didn't really let you walk btw

it's your day, whether you celebrate it or not, he's here to make it better <3

It's your special day after all

Leo

I feel like he had a whole plan for the day since first knowing when your bday was.

I think he didn't really sleep

He made Mikey cook, bought you something cool and weird, probably made something himself! Portales you somewhere nowhere, had adventure with you, congratulated you two surviving it, dedicated a whole poem for you and ofcourse- Pizza

He made you a pizza, giant one

Probably made your favorite or just mashed whatever you like to eat together even though it may not go together well

Anything else, like cake - made by Mikey

You too had a crazy day

If you prefer quiet peaceful days, then you two watched shows/played whatever you like to play/ doing your hobby, eating your favorite food, and just enjoyed each other's company.

Basically his gift to you was this amazing memory of this day ☆

Donnie

Same as Leo-

Made you a robot similar to Shelldon, now you have two have 2 kids

Ordered your favorite food

You two played video games! And watched some cool or awful sows to diss on them and laugh at how bad it is.

I also think he asked you what you want and bough you it?

Two words: Lazer tag (?)

You know, like the one where April met Sunita. I think it's called Lazer tag, if not then sorry :")

He wore his purple Hoodia and went playing

You won.

You spent a lot of time together, just chatting and making yourself superior lmao

Best birthday ever lmao (I like winning-)

Mikey

My goodness, he probably is the best when it comes to birthdays-

He cooks all, and I mean ALL your favorite dishes/foods

It doesn't matter that don't go together, you like it? That's all that matters

You can eat ice cream and cake and then pizza and then goulash and etc lmao

You probably visited your favorite places, did your hobbies together (if you're an artist too, you were both doing whatever art you're in for! Or all-)

He probably made you a painting-

I hc that he has a camera memory so he could draw you without you being nearby

That's his gift

One of them-

He probably also made you the "love you like a candy note"

Uhh idk how it's called, but I call it that way-

Basically a journal that compliments you and has a candy attached to you

"You're my only choice, unlike twix" "You don't need snickers to be yourself" "Let's get these bounties done" (yes genshin since it's my birthday and it doesn't matter that I play it rarely)

Probably even sang your fave songs along with you (or himself if you don't like singing)

You two definitely had a slumber party

Fairy Lights, Throw Pillows, Matching Robes, Snacks, Drinks, you name it

You drew on his shell

Fondue: Warm chocolate, fresh strawberries, and soft marshmallows

You can't tell me he won't/can't do that

Sorry if it's a bit ooc

Yet again, happy birthday to me and those who share it with me!

I wish us an amazing day, whether you celebrate it or not. Make a wish, just do it even without the cake

It should work because of the "birthday magic"

Never worked for me, but I like to say it does? It works on any other day for some reason

I am sending you a virtual hug

Here, have some love, 'cuz you're epic ✨️🩵❤🧡💜

[celientjeee]

Hi darling💖🥺 for the forced proximity prompts: “what if y- “¹ “if you seriously propose that i sit on your lap, i will kill you.”² you choose the pairing💖 ily💖

Hi babes, Thank you so much for this prompt and for letting me choose the pairing. I went with Norstappen (because I've been wanting to give them a go for a while), I hope you like it! 🧡 --

Norstappen (657 words)

Loud music greeted Lando’s ears as he made his way into the club he was supposed to meet a few other drivers and their friends. It was packed tonight and he was glad Lewis had rented a VIP area for them. ‘Lando, over here!’ a voice shouted from his left. It was Max, carrying way too many beers in his hands. 

Lando quickly rushed to his side to grab two of the glasses that were about to slip through Max’s fingers. ‘Mate, I know you have big hands, but you shouldn’t carry more beers than you can handle,’ Lando teased as he followed Max through the crowd. 

He couldn’t hear Max’s reply over the music but when Max looked back at him, his eyes twinkled. It must have been funny then so Lando just smiled at him. He wasn’t even sure why Max was getting beer in the first place since a VIP area usually meant a private bar or servers who came to bring your drinks. Cheers greeted the two of them and within seconds both Max and Lando’s hands were empty. ‘Wanna take some shots?’ Max asked when their eyes met again. Lando knew it was probably not a good idea to drink anything other than beer tonight, but somehow he nodded at Max. One shot couldn’t hurt, right?

Wrong. 

One shot of tequila, turned into five (or was it seven?) and before Lando knew what was happening he was sipping a glass of what he thought was Gin Tonic as he swayed to the music. Max was next to him, his cheeks had gotten flushed from the alcohol and he was getting very touchy, like he always did when he got drunk. Pierre, Charles and Alex had joined them on the dancefloor, as had some other people Lando didn’t know very well. The tables that were in the VIP area were full with drivers, girlfriends, friends and some of them had started playing some kind of card game. ‘Do you want to play?’ Max asked when he saw Lando eying the tables. 

‘I have no idea how, do you?’ Lando replied, loving the way Max’s eyes lit up. 

Max nodded and grabbed his hand to drag him towards the tables, looking for an open seat. The only empty seat left was in between Carlos and Lewis and when Max sat down, Lando stood behind his chair. ‘What are you doing?’ Max turned around to face Lando with raised eyebrows. ‘Ehh, watching you play the game?’ Lando replied, unsure what Max meant. ‘No, why aren’t you sitting down?’ Max frowned, setting down his Gin Tonic on the table. Lando blinked at him. Was he that drunk? ‘You took the last seat, mate, and you’re the one who knows how to play.’ Now it was Max’s turn to blink at Lando, before he looked down at his lap. His eyes lit up again and he smiled. ‘What if y-’ Max started to say, but Lando shook his head laughing.

‘If you seriously propose that I sit on your lap, I will kill you,’ he joked. ‘Why? What’s so bad about that?’ Max pouted and Lando could have sworn he heard Carlos snort beside Max.

Lando thought about it for a while, blaming the alcohol, because Max was right. What would be so bad about that? He was just sitting down, right? Nothing weird about that. ‘Come on,’ Max urged, patting his lap. ‘Yes, Lando, sit down will you,’ Carlos grinned, winking at Lando from beside Max. 

It should have stopped Lando, but it didn’t. He went willingly and plopped down on Max’s lap without thinking much more about it. 

Max hummed happily and pulled Lando closer with one arm while the other grabbed his Gin Tonic again. ‘Comfy?’ Max asked in his ear.

Lando couldn’t do anything but nod as he leaned his back against Max’s chest and relaxed, because he was comfortable. Very much so.

[braveclementine]

Battle of New York

Warnings: None

Copyright: I do not own any Marvel characters or locations. However, I do own my OC Elizabeth Lightwood. I do not condone any copying of this.

You had cleaned Coulson's trading cards and put them in the side pocket of your Agent outfit. You would give them to Maria later, knowing that she would want them. But at the moment, you needed to prepare for the fight that was coming.

You shoved the knives into your boots, putting your pistols in your holster. You let out one shaky breath, before sliding on the leather gloves Tony had made for you when you first fought with him- just new and improved.

You followed Barton, Nat, and Steve out to where the Jet was waiting, a technicion already in it.

"You got everything?" Barton asked, just as you knew he would. He had been the one to train you in combat and readiness.

Him and Coulson.

"Of course." You answered steadily, before you saw a flash of yellow and saw that Elizabeth was racing across the platform towards the rest of you.

"Elizabeth." You greeted her. "How's the side."

She made a grumbling noise which could've meant anything, but she seemed fine.

The five of you stepped inside of the jet.

"Hey, you guys aren't authorized to be in here." The technie said nervously.

"Son, just don't." Steve said in a hard voice.

The techie left quickly and Barton was soon getting the jet up and ready to go. Tony was flying alongside the ship, and soon he was taking off faster than the rest of you.

You could see his flight pattern was off though and you knew that his suit had to go through some major repairs. You quickly touched your com, "Tony, are you alright? The flight looks wonky. How's the suit?"

"It'll last." Tony answered.

Tony reached the tower much faster than the rest of you and you grew anxious, getting up from your seat to start pacing. Elizabeth was also anxious, her ears and tail flicking over and over in uncomfort.

"I can't see him anymore." You muttered, almost to himself as you saw Tony disappear from view.

"He'll be fine. He's a Stark." Nat said calmly.

You nodded, but you couldn't relax yet.

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Tony's heart was pounding, going with plan B. He let the Iron man suit come off his body much like he did on the opening day of Stark tower. He was fairly pissed that Loki was using his tower as a calling beacon for aliens, because he knew that there was going to be a fair amount of damage.

Loki followed him on the opposite side and so when Tony reached the same room that he'd had champagne with Y/N, Pepper, and Coulson only. . . what? A day? Two days ago? Him and Loki were opposite. Tony at least, had the high ground.

"Please tell me you're going to appeal to my humanity." Loki spoke first, prowling into the room.

"Uh, actually, I'm planning to threaten you." Tony responded.

Loki left out the breath of a laugh, "You should have left your armor on for that."

"Yeah." Tony said in a causal voice, making his way down the stairs now. "It's seen a bit of mileage, and you've got the uh, glow stick of destiny. Would you like a drink?"

"Stalling me won't change anything." Loki shifted the scepter over to his other hand.

"No, no no. Threatening." Tony corrected, going over to where his glasses were to get himself a drink. "No drink? Are you sure? I'm having one."

He saw Loki walk over to the windows and said, "The Chitauri are coming. Nothing will change that. What have I to fear?"

"The Avengers." Tony said casually, pulling the plug on his new square jar of whiskey. He paused and then made a shrugging, awkward motion, "That's what we call ourselves. We're sort of like a team. Earth's mightiest heroes type of thing."

"Yes, I've met them." Loki sneered.

"Yeah." Tony laughed too. "It takes us a while to get any traction, I'll give you that one. But let's do a head count, here. Your brother, the demigod. A super soldier, a living legend who kind of lives up to legend." Now he slipped his hands under the counter was Loki turned his back, putting the bracelets on his wrists carefully. "A man with breathtaking anger-management issues, a couple of master assassins, a very sexy Agent if I don't mind saying so myself, and your beautiful soulmate who has a nasty bite. And you, big fella, you've managed to piss off every single one of them."

"That was the plan." Loki said with a smirk.

"Not a great plan." Tony disagreed. Tony started to walk forward, hoping the Mark 7 prototype would work, drink in hand. "When they come, and they will, they'll come for you."

"I have an army."

"We have a Hulk."

"Oh I thought the beast had wandered off."

"You're missing the point. There is no throne. There is no version of this where you come out on top. Maybe your army comes and maybe it's too much for us, but it's all on you. Because if we can't protect the Earth, you can be damn well sure we'll avenge it."

He sipped his whiskey while Loki stalked towards him like a great beast. Tony knew now why Elizabeth had been the one to change. Loki was definitely far more dominant, and far more dangerous.

"How will your friends have time for me when they're so busy fighting you?" Loki hissed, raising the scepter to Tony's heart. It clanged against metal and the power went out a little. Loki did it a second time and then said in such a sincere, confused voice that Tony almost laughed, "This usually works."

"Well, performance issues, it's not uncommon. One out of five." He grunted then as Loki caught him around the throat, tossing him to the floor. "Jarvis, anytime now." He groaned, pushing himself back to his feet. Loki caught him around the throat before he had finished straightening up.

"You will all fall before me." Loki hissed.

"Deploy!" Tony shouted. "Deploy!" He was shoved out the glass window and started to fall towards the streets of New York.

'Well Fuck. Y/N is going to kill me.' Tony thought.

And then, his plan had worked, the suit connected around his body and he quickly stopped himself before he crashed into the citizens on the street, and sent himself flying straight back up.

"And there's one other person you pissed off." Tony said, hovering outside the window in front of the God. "His name was Phil."

And then he shot the God of mischief in the chest with his blaster.

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It took some time for the jet to fly over New York and by the time you grew close to the Stark Tower, you could already see great explosions in the sky as Tony weaved in and out of the aliens, making them explode.

You couldn't wait any longer to get to the ground. You rushed over to where the parachutes were and started to unpack one.

"No." Steve put his hand on yours. "As a team."

"My husband-"

"Stark, we're on your three, headed northeast." Natasha spoke through the coms in the front.

"What? Did you stop for drive-through?" The quirky response from your husband came through the intercom and you stopped fighting Steve off. He was still himself, he was alright. "Swing up Park. I'm gonna lay them out for you."

You got out of your seat to look through the front windshield, watching as a fast comet streak past Town hall, followed by aliens. Natasha lowered the gun, shooting the aliens that were chasing your husband.

Natasha flew the plane higher into the air and you saw Thor had come- so he had survived! He was fighting Loki on top of Stark Tower and you bit your lip in worry. It looked as though Loki had the upper hand at the moment.

Elizabeth growled beside you as Loki tossed Thor to the side, before pointing the scepter at the plane. A blast of blue light shot from the weapon and the jet went spinning.

You were tossed off your feet, sliding past Steve who had grabbed the handles on the ceiling to steady himself. You crashed harshly into the jet doors and were only glad that they held shut. Elizabeth dug her nails into the jet to steady herself, spreading her four paws out, back bent.

"Y/N!" Steve exclaimed, as the jet pitched forward and you nearly flew towards the front windshield. His arm caught you around the middle and you quickly righted yourself inches from Steve's face to grab the bars yourself.

"Thanks." You breathed out shakily and then shut your eyes in nausea as the plane went spinning. You let go as the jet hit the ground, jolting to hard to keep a hold on, falling onto your knees and hands.

The plane had barely settled before Natasha and Clint were unstrapping themselves from the front of the plane and Steve had grabbed your arm to lift you.

Elizabeth was already running out, was already disappearing into the dust. You wondered for a moment as you drew your pistols, if she was going to be joining Loki's side against Thor.

Or she was going to get hurt, trying to stop the fight between the two of them, just like she had attempted to with Coulson.

But you couldn't think about it anymore, with Steve leading the way out of the jet, with you taking up the rear behind Barton.

"We gotta get back up there." Steve shouted as the four you started to run back through the street. People were screaming and animals were making various noises as human and animal soulmates alike ran through the city. There was already plenty of rubble around, dust filling the air and making it harder to breathe. Luckily, it was open air so there were parts that weren't quite dusty yet.

Suddenly, the four of you came to a stop in front of town hall, looking up at the great portal in the sky as it made a low growling noise. Blue mist swirled around it, as though it was attempting to spit something out of it.

And then it did. A huge, very long centipede looking creature. It looked both robotic, yet also fleshy, as though it were made of both metal and flesh. Before realizing that it was probably wearing armor.

It went past the four of you and as you looked, you watched as alien creatures started to leap from its body, grappling onto nearby skyscraper walls. The nails raked down the sides of the building as they started to make their way down.

"Stark, are you seeing this?" Steve asked.

"Do I look blind?" You retorted, before realizing that he was speaking to your husband and you gave him an apologetic look.

"Seeing." Tony's voice came through coms, sounding a little uncertain, "Still working on believing. Where's Banner? Has he shown up yet?"

Was Banner even alive?

"Banner?" Rogers sounded as perplexed as you felt.

"Just keep me posted." Tony said.

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"Look at this!" Thor shouted, hammer to Loki's throat. "Look around you! You think this madness will end with your rule?"

No. Loki wanted to say. Not his rule. Ronans. And ultimately- Thanos. He couldn't stop it. He was to weak, for all that he boasted to be, to fight the mind control. He'd even hurt his own soulmate because they had wanted it. His soulmate! The one and only person he had thought he could never possibly hurt because of the bond between the two of them.

He knew she understood. He could feel that in their connection. He could feel that she knew he wasn't in the right mindset. He could feel her, even now, feel her presence coming closer, as though she were at the bottom of the tower.

"It's too late." He hissed. "It's too late to stop it."

"No. We can. Together." Thor said.

Always the optimist. Loki wasn't even entirely sure that if he had done this of his own free will, that he would have let Thor help even then. Even now, under the mind control, there was a reluctance to let his 'brother' help him. And the mind control fed upon that reluctance.

His arm reached forward, stabbing his brother under the coat of armor. "Sentiment." He whispered as Thor fell to one knee, grabbing the weapon that was imbedded in his skin.

And then Thor charged forward, grabbing Loki and kicking him through the glass. It shattered easily under his weight. Thor lifted him up, dropping him to the ground with no mercy and he grunted. He rolled off the tower just as Fuli came running to the top of the tower, coming to a stop. Her amber eyes held him for just one second, before she disappeared from sight.

He fell only a few feet, before one of the alien vehicles caught him and he grabbed on, narrowing his eyes at the destruction before him.

He didn't look back. If he did, those eyes might command him. He knew that, and so the side controlling him knew that.

He didn't look back.

But he wanted to.

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You, Steve, Nat, and Clint were all hiding behind the same Taxi.

"We've got civilians trapped up here." Clint pointed out. You looked up, watching the alien bikes whiz by. The entire city was on fire and chaos ensued every which way that you looked.

"Loki." Steve said, overlooking the bridge. "They're fish in a barrel down there."

You ducked as you were shot at, before Natasha returned fire and Clint ran to another Taxi. You lifted your own gun, watching the Chitauri in front of you.

"We got this. It's good. Go. You too Stark." Natasha said to Steve and you.

"Do you think you can hold them off?" Steve asked, motioning to you to stay put for another second longer as you moved to go.

"Captain, it would be my genuine pleasure." Clint smirked.

And that was when he turned to fire over the Taxi.

Steve turned as Natasha joined Clint and he ran, jumping off the ledge onto the bus below. You followed suit, not entirely sure if you were going to land as pleasantly as he did. They were already firing and you could feel the flames behind you. Steve grabbed your arm, yanking you onto his back while your eyes widened in surprise. You had not time to object as the bus was nearly blown up underneath you.

He leapt to another car, which tilted forward from the explosion and he leapt far, his arms waving. You were tempted to close your eyes, but decided to focus more on not accidentally pulling the triggers of your pistols while they were both pointed at his throat.

Steve barely landed on the gravel without getting hit, the two of you tumbling forwards. You quickly rolled out of the way, letting him drag you along once more before you could completely get your bearings.

You quickly started running on your own though, while also conscious of the thing behind you still focused on killing the two of you.

You and Steve started running through the street very differently. Where he used cars and his super strength to propel himself, jumping from car to car, you dashed around them heaving for breath and wondering if you could get some of his agility from somewhere.

You could see the police up ahead, shooting at the aliens. You felt a pride building up inside of yourself that these brave men hadn't scattered. They were performing their civic, American duty, even though they didn't know what was going on or if they were even going to go home to their families.

Steve was already giving the police orders when you got there, feeling winded and hot in your agent outfit. You were going to have a talk with Fury and possibly Tony about getting some sort of air conditioning feature in these outfits.

"Why the hell should I take orders from you?" The police officer retorted, looking even more confused at the sight of Steve before him.

Suddenly, Chitauri landed around you. You lifted your gun, blasting his face off with one bullet while Steve took out the two on top of the car that he had been kneeling upon. The minute Steve had finished them off, the police officer in charge immediately turned and started relaying the same orders that Steve had given him.

"Well we got its attention." Tony suddenly spoke in your coms, "What the hell was step two?"

You and Steve ran back to where Clint and Natasha were fighting. You shot into the aliens while Steve leapt forward, bashing them in the heads with his shield. As you dropped the alien, you grabbed its weapon, replacing it with one of your guns. You'd save the rest of your ammo for desperate measure.

Suddenly, the rest of the Chitauri were struck down with fierce lightning and Thor flew down from the sky, landing in front of the rest of you.

"What's the story upstairs?" Steve asked immediately.

"The power surrounding the Cube is impenetrable."

"Thor's right. We got to deal with these guys." Tony said.

"How do we do this?" Natasha asked.

"As a team." Steve said.

"I have unfinished business with Loki." Thor said.

Clint was cleaning his arrows as he responded, "Yeah? Get in line."

"Save it." Steve and you snapped at the same time. Steve then continued, saying, "Loki's going to keep this fight focused on us, and that's what we need. Without him, these things could run wild. We got Stark up top. He's going to need us to-"

Steve cut off as the sound of a motorcycle sounded behind him. All of you except for Tony quickly joined Banner who was riding a very puny, dirty motorcycle. "So, this all seems horrible." He said and you raised a skeptical eyebrow.

"I've seen worse." Natasha said and now both eyebrows were raised in skepticism.

"Sorry." Banner replied.

"No, we could use a little worse." Natasha protested and you realized she was talking about the Hulk.

"Stark, we got him." Steve said.

"Banner?" Tony asked in the coms and that reminded you to pull out an extra com to hand to Bruce. He waved it away.

"Probably won't need it soon." He explained and you nodded in understanding.

"Just like you said." Steve replied to Tony.

"Then tell him to suit up. I'm brining the party to you."

Tony flew around the corner and brought the large centipede looking thing with him. Thor snarled and Natasha sighed, "I don't see how that's a party."

"Dr Banner." Steve said urgently as Bruce started to walk towards the very large creature that was coming towards the rest of you. "Now might be a really good time for you to get angry."

"That's my secret Captain." Bruce responded. "I'm always angry-"

You watched him turn green within less than a second before your eyes, and then he punched the huge centipede in its face.

Now that the centipede was folding upwards, threatening to fall and crush the rest of you, you realized that you had been correct before: it was partly made out of metal.

"Hold on!" Tony shouted.

Steve grabbed you and Nat, blocking the two of you with both his body and his shield as the creature above you exploded. You could still feel the heat, even with the protection and knew it had been a pretty big explosion.

Suddenly, the air was filled with screeching and snarling from the other aliens that had been looking to the larger one as their champion. The Hulk joined in with their roars as Tony started to hover above the rest of you.

You looked upwards as the others decided to put on heroic poses and saw that there were two more coming through the portal.

"Um, Tony?" You asked in a small voice.

"Guys." Natasha said in a warning one.

"Call it, Captain." Tony said, coming over to your side. You looked up at him and he looked down at you. Neither of you touched or said anything. You didn't have to.

"All right, listen up." Steve said. "Until we can close that portal, our priority is containment. Barton, I want you on that roof. Eyes on everything. Call out patterns and strays. Stark, you got the perimeter. Anything gets more than three blocks out, you turn it back or you turn it to ash. "

"Can you give me a lift?" Clint asked.

Tony looked away from you. "Right. Better clench up, Legolas."

The two of them flew off and you turned your attention back to the fight.

"Thor, you got to try and bottleneck that portal. Slow them down. You got the lightning. Light the bastards up."

Thor swung his hammer around and then took off, leaving you and Nat with Steve.

"The three of us, we stay here on the ground. We keep the fighting here. Y/N, you've got long range with the alien weapon. Keep out of touch. And Hulk. . . Smash."

The three of you watched for a moment or two as he leapt up towards the aliens on the building, before leaping from building to building.

Turned out, the alien weapon was a lot better than expected. Not only could you blast them before them even reached out, but on the off chance that they did reach you, you had an excellent weapon to sweep them off their feet and parry their own blocks.

You started working out combos with your knifes when they got to close and didn't even realize how long you had been fighting until you were no longer being attacked, and you had a pile of thirty or forty dead aliens in a circle around your feet.

You looked around, seeing Natasha looked exhausted as she leaned against an overturned car, Steve having just jumped back up from wherever he had been. Nat has blood trickling from her hairline, but Steve looked fine. You had no idea about yourself. Your body ached, but nothing hurt and you couldn't find any blood.

"Captain, none of this is going to mean a damn thing if we don't close that portal." Natasha sighed, looking up at the sky.

"Our biggest guns couldn't touch it." Steve sighed as well.

"Well, maybe it's not about guns." Nat said and you looked over at her.

"If you want to get up there, you're going to need a ride." Steve said as more Chitauri jumped down from flying overheard vehicles.

"I got a ride." Nat said, tossing aside the alien weapon she had been using. "I could use a boost though." She looked over her shoulder at Steve.

"Are you sure about this?" Steve asked, backing up to the complete opposite wall that she was standing at.

"Yeah. It's gonna be fun." Nat said in a hardly convincing tone. You rolled your eyes and decided to use the aliens across from you as target practice since they were at long range.

More aliens came however, and soon you were using the alien weapon and your knife again, more than you were blowing them up. It was fun, fighting alongside Steve, who looked like he was doing gymnastics or something as he did flips and turns in midair as he kicked off aliens.

Tony came flying down, landing on the ground and blasting other aliens backwards so that the two of you were pretty much fighting back to back. But soon he was taking off for the skies once more to laser off aliens that were still climbing the buildings.

Suddenly, you were shoved forwards and you grunted, catching yourself on your knees, rolling over just in time to avoid the stab that ended up in the concrete instead.

You turned your own weapon in time to catch the next blow, before reaching for your pistol and blowing a hole through the aliens face, rolling over, pushing yourself to your feet.

You weren't on them for long, a slippery arm wrapping around your throat and you hit the concrete so hard you saw stars. You reached up, grabbing the handle of the weapon that was threatening to go straight through your stomach. It came lower, inch by inch. You could hear Clint telling something to Tony and you were struck with the sudden notion that you should say something to Tony.

And then the alien was missing a head and Steve was pulling you to your feet. "You alright?"

"Head hurts." You managed to say.

"It's bleeding." Steve admitted. "You need to stay on your feet."

You nodded, blinking to clear your head. You wanted to touch the back of your head, see how much blood was there, but didn't want to.

Suddenly, a flash of yellow came tearing down the street, leaping on aliens and biting their heads off.

Elizabeth.

She came to a stop before you and as you bent down to talk to her, she walked around you and you winced as she started to lick the back of your head.

"That might stop the bleeding." Steve admitted, looking curious. "Keep her safe, I've gotta go."

You let Elizabeth take care of you until she sat back on her haunches, looking agitated.

"Loki is a terrible soulmate." You finally said.

She snorted and started to lick her paw.

You smiled a little and then heard Steve cry out and you watched as he was thrown from a building window by a blast of blue light.

"Steve?" You rushed to his side, followed by Elizabeth.

"I'm fine." Steve grunted. You saw that he had lost his mask, his pale face was dirty and drawn. His hair looked my black than blond at the moment. Elizabeth licked his face right then and there and he almost smiled.

"Are you a dog?" You muttered quietly in amusement. She just growled.

The Chitauri didn't stop. Elizabeth launched herself at one and you quickly got back into the fight. But it was different now. You lacked the energy to put in the swift moments and you were getting hurt.

You watched Steve fight as you picked yourself up again. Thor too.

You looked out at New York. This was your home. You were an American. And no one was going to come into your country and take your freedom. Destroy what you had built.

You dropped your pistols which were empty of ammo, drawing your knives. You ducked and slashed.

And then Tony was inside your ear.

"Y/N?"

"Tony?" You asked, ducking another swing of the weapon, stabbing up through the ribs, ripping right up till the throat.

"I-I put us on a private line."

Your heart nearly stopped and in that moment, you were swept off your feet and you groaned as you crashed into another car. Your head tilted back for just a moment and Thor tossed the alien that came towards you.

"Why? What's happening?"

"A nuke."

You swallowed. You knew what that meant. It was over. You were all going to go down with the aliens.

You. Tony. Steve. Thor. Clint. Nat. Elizabeth. Loki.

Your unborn child.

You watched Steve get shot at the moment and it pushed you to your feet.

Suddenly, Nat interrupted whatever else Tony wanted to say to you. "I can shut the portal down. Anybody copy! I can shut it down!"

"Do it." Steve commanded.

"No. Wait. I got a nuke coming in." Tony said quickly. "It's gonna blow in less than a minute. And I know just where to put it."

You relaxed. Tony would position the nuke upwards so it went into the portal. Nat would close the portal. Bada-boom, Bada- bang.

"Stark, you know that's a one-way trip." Steve said suddenly, turning to look at you and you felt weak in that moment.

"Save the rest for the turn, J." Stark said.

"Tony!" You shouted in your com, already feeling the waterworks flowing. You turned away from Steve and Thor, unable to face them.

"Y/N, it's gonna be okay." Tony said.

"No, no, Tony, don't. You can't. . ."

"You'll be alright." Tony whispered. You closed your eyes, looking up at the sky to watch him streak by, the white bomb above his suit.

He was already past, already going up towards the portal.

Your knees gave out from under you, wanting to look down at the city, but also unable to look away as he grew closer.

"I love you Y/N."

You knew you couldn't change his mind. You couldn't rant and rave and hurt him. Not now. Not in his last moments. You could only give him what you could.

"You were right." You whispered so softly you didn't know if the com would carry over. "She's a little Y/N."

And you ripped your ear piece out so you didn't have to hear Tony's sob on the other side.

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Tony's heart pounded as he grew closer and closer to the edge of the portal. He was going to have a little girl. He had known it all along, but you couldn't help but feel a little superior.

And yet, a little melancholy. How could it be that he had almost had everything he wanted. Everything he actually wanted. And now it was going to be gone. Because he was going to make a choice.

He let out a shaky breath.

"First or middle." He said softly. He had heard her com go dark, but he knew the others were listening. "Everleigh."

And then he pierced the blue.

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So he was gone.

Steve came over, dropping the shield to kneel in front of you. Elizabeth padded over as well.

"He said her first or middle name should be Everleigh." Steve whispered.

You just nodded numbly, tears pricking your eyes again. "He. . . he always said she would be a girl. I didn't believe him."

You didn't understand why they were still staring at the portal, as though he was going to come back. The aliens around you were dropping as though they were robots that were powering down. Tony wasn't alive. The nuke had clearly gone off.

"Close it." Steve said suddenly, giving you a pitying look.

And you realized they had hoped more than you had. They had waited for as long as they could. They had to close it now.

You couldn't hesitate. It was only you that you would be trying to save, waiting and waiting for Tony. And more aliens could come. You nodded once, hating yourself for it.

And then the portal was closing, the jet of light that was attached to Stark tower. . . Stark tower. . . was shooting back up towards the sky. The portal was closing up. And then, a very small figure escaped.

"Son of a gun." Steve said and then turned back to you. He shook your shoulder gently. "Y/N, he's okay."

But you wouldn't believe it. Yes, he was back here. But the nuke. . . he could be blind. Or radiated. Or. . . dead.

"He's not slowing down." Thor said suddenly, spinning his hammer.

But it was the Hulk that jumped from nowhere, catching Tony in his suit and landing on the car.

Thor ran over and Steve brought you to your feet. You stumbled after them, trying to beat down the hope that was trying to bloom in your heart. If you hoped, you could potentially be disappointed. Better not to hope in the first place.

Elizabeth was quickly by your side.

"Is he breathing?" Steve asked as you, Steve, and Thor knelt down around him and Thor flipped him onto his back.

Thor tore the plate from his face.

Steve leaned over to listen and then sat back, putting his hand where the glow of the arc reactor was missing, before he stopped touching him.

You knew you had hoped, because it all came crashing down on you again.

Elizabeth started to lick his face, cleaning away the dirt that somehow managed to be there. She whined softly.

Suddenly, the Hulk roared loudly and Tony jerked and shouted.

"What the hell?" Tony gasped as the Hulk continued to roar and you let out a sob at hearing his voice. "What just happened? Please tell me nobody kissed me."

You couldn't breathe, wanting to both laugh and burst into fresh tears from his normal attitude.

"We won." Steve said.

"All right, yay! Hurray. Good job guys. Let's just not come in tomorrow. Let's just take a day. Have you ever tried shawarma? There's a shawarma joint about two blocks from here. I don't know what it is, but I want to try it."

You couldn't help the laughter that pealed through your lips and Tony immediately sat up. "Y/N."

Your laughter turned to sobs as you fell into his arms, letting his metal amor wrap itself around you. He kissed you right then and there and your sobs were stifled. "I love you bunny."

You hiccupped, resting your forehead against his. "Don't do that again."

"You have my word." 

[just-a-carrot]

This is really interesting!

Hehehe, I guess some OW's cast have retained their gift-giving tactics

But, I was interested when they were kids, because it made me laugh how Genzou gave gifts as a child. So I became curious about it.

Hehehe, I bet that when Genzou gave something to Orlam, even if it is something that is not clear, he left it with the thought: "He... He really gave something? For me? I will keep it."

AHEM.Sorry, but what about when they gave gifts when they were children?

(and again I feel sorry for Orlam, his childhood was not very good, sometimes for me and my other friends who experienced this. Thank you very much that Orlam exists🧡)

ahhhhhh as kids?? i think probably it would be somewhat similar to their adult gift-giving tendencies but more kidified i guess. iggy would still have difficulty and try to be helpful instead, for instance, by helping with homework or helping with chores. i think also his parents helped him a lot when he had to actually buy something for a birthday party or what-not. orlam would probably have been a bit confused about gifts in general for a while as it's not something he grew up doing in his family. i could see him gifting small things that are important to him to others, like a lucky eraser or a pet rock or his dad's diner's club card that he stole from his dad's wallet alkdfas (whoops). gidget would still have been the best at gift-giving same as in their adulthood. and bucks would still be mostly focused on food but would give like packs of chocodiles or giant packs of jello pudding cups 🤣

[dontwinmarioparty]

Who do you think are the most underrated cast members?? For me it’s gotta Trevor and Arasha

-Heart of cards 💜

Trevor and Keith, to me. Trevor is really funny and I’m sure he’ll really find his place in the cast with time, like Amanda.

Keith has made me laugh so much from older videos and newer ones, he never fails to get me hyped. If he’s hyped I’m matching that energy for the rest of the video.

Much platonic love, heart !! 💜🧡

[minato-division03]

There was only an hour until the end of a certain woman’s birthday in the bustling city of Minato as Reiaki Suzubayashi was laying flat on her bed, tired after an entire day of festivities but very happy and satisfied. She was currently scrolling on her phone when a noise caught her attention, looking over, she was surprised and caught off guard to see a mechanical spider hanging over her desk and what’s more, it was hovering over presents that she knew that weren’t there before, Reiaki made eye(s) contact with the spider who only gave a few clicks before flinging over to the open window and scurrying off.

Blinking a few times and rubbing her eyes (she was sure that she wasn’t on any drugs…she thinks) before sliding off her bed and walking over to the gothic looking wrapped gifts before picking up one and hesitantly started to peel off the wrapping paper and pulled the box open to reveal…

A satanic black rubber ducky.

After laughing her ass off for 5 minutes (which promoted a check in from a concerned Juri who told her to keep the volume down so that she wouldn’t wake Ayato), she set off on the next gift which revealed to be…

A crow themed desk lamp.

Setting it aside, she picked up the last gift and opened it to reveal..

A black mothman doll

Giggling at all the gifts, Reiaki noticed that there was a card at the bottom of the last gift, picking it up, she opened it to see the message inside.

‘Happy Birthday, Reiaki

Hope you’re having a good day, sorry that these are so late but y’know, things to do, people to terrorize, the usual, admittedly I had no idea what to give you but I heard from a friend of mine that you’re into creepy stuff and as a fellow fan, I have to say that you got good taste, anyways, happy birthday again.

— Sumire’

Happy Birthday Reiaki! 🧡

Reiaki snickered. She set her new plushies down on the coffee table in the middle of the suite.

She sat herself on the floor and she leaned on the coffee table, humming happily to herself. “People’re gonna think I’m an absolute nutjob for this.”

“You are a nutjob.”

“Shut up!” Reiaki exclaimed, grabbing the mothman doll into a tight hug. “These guys are sleeping with me on my bed tonight!”

“By the way… how did that girl know which hotel and which room we were staying in…?”

All eyes turned to the Queen, who only looked away and said nothing.

“You tipped her off.”

“You totally tipped her off.”

“My, would you look at that. It would seem that it is time for me to run an errand. I shall see you ladies later when I return.”

And just like that, she was out the door with one of the room keys in hand.

Thanks for the gifts…?

[percervall]

Cosy nights in

Player: Virgil van Dijk Words: 1048 Requested: Anon Warnings: Mentions of seasonal depression A/N: Hope you like it lovely! Thank you for requesting this prompt 🧡

Autumn masterlist

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She quickly unlocked the door, leaving the cold and rain behind and dropped her bag next to the shoe cabinet. Taking off her coat and shoes, she moved into the living room. 

“Hey babe,” Virgil called from the kitchen. He turned around at the stove and opened his arms for her to come and get a hug. She sighed as her body melted against his, his strong arms wrapping around her.

“How was your day?” he murmured, rubbing a hand along her back.

“Long. Exhausting,” she said quietly against his chest. She loved her job, knew that all of this stress would be worth it come January, but right now it was a lot to deal with on top of already feeling worn out by simply existing. 

“What are you making?” she asked to change the subject. Virgil smiled.

“That soup you love. Asked your mum for her recipe so I hope I did it justice.” 

“You-.. you phoned mum for her recipe? Oh Virg…” she said, swallowing back tears.

“I know how hard this time of year is on you and well, I might’ve done some digging online to figure out how to help,” Virgil said, pulling back to look at her, brushing away the tears that were rolling down her cheeks. 

They both knew that was an understatement. Every year when the grey clouds would roll in towards the beginning of November, they would also take over her mind and dull everything. Everything, except the sadness. Last year, she got the official diagnosis for Seasonal Affective Disorder. Virgil had never worried she would hurt herself –she had never reached those levels of feeling low– but he did worry about her. Virgil hadn’t heard her laugh for a couple of weeks now and would do anything to get her to smile. It wasn’t until he started doing some research that Virgil remembered an old teammate talking about the Danish concept of hygge and a plan had started to take shape.  

“So I bought you your favourite candle, found that rooibos tea you like, and phoned your mum for her soup recipe. I thought we could maybe cuddle on the couch and watch a film or play a card game? Hendo let me borrow the one we played when we were there during the summer,” Virgil explained, shrugging with one shoulder. “I know it’s no cure but-..”

“It’s perfect, Virg,” she interrupted him, “thank you, it means so much that you’d do all of this just to help.” 

“It’s the least I can do, you’ve been there through every injury and defeat,” Virgil replied, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead. She snuggled into his chest, standing there while he continued cooking. 

“How about you go get changed into something comfy, dinner’s almost ready,” Virgil said gently. She nodded, letting go of him and going upstairs. 

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The soup had been almost as good as when her mother made it and she told him just that as they settled on the couch –her with a mug of gingerbread rooibos tea (her favourite for the colder months) and him with a coffee. Virgil chuckled and lit the candles on the coffee table. The rest of the room was lit by a couple of lamps that gave a soft warm glow. 

“Thanks lieverd, glad you liked it.” He sat down next to her, pulling her against him.

“So, film or card game?” he asked.

“Card game, not in the mood for a film.” Virgil nodded and got up to get the game. She moved the pillows to the floor so they could use the coffee table and sat down, pulling one of the fuzzy throws over her legs. She remembered playing it that summer. They had spent the afternoon playing games with a small group of Liverpool players and their partners and had ended it with a BBQ. If she closed her eyes, she could still hear the laughter. Virgil walked back into the living room and sat down next to her, pulling her from her memories. 

Virgil grinned as she threw her head back with laughter. They had lost track of the score halfway through the second round, but to him? This was a win. A light had returned to her eyes and she couldn’t stop her lips from tugging up in a smile. Virgil knew he hadn’t “fixed” her, there was no real cure. She had an appointment the following week to start light therapy to see if that would help. He hoped it would. It made him feel utterly helpless to watch the person he loved retreat more and more into herself and not being able to do anything to stop it. 

“Oh my God, that shouldn’t be as funny as it is!” she said, wiping away a tear. 

“That’s the aim of the game, no?” Virgil said, still grinning, which earned him another laugh from her.

“It very much is. Thanks babe, this was just what I needed.” She leaned over the corner of the table and kissed him. Virgil smiled into the kiss, resting a hand against her cheek as he kissed her back.

“You have no idea how happy it makes me to hear you laugh. Love you,” he murmured in the space between their lips when he broke the kiss. 

“Love you too, Virg. So much,” she said, voice barely louder than a whisper. Virgil kissed her again, briefly, and leant back against the couch. She snuggled into his side and tried to hide a yawn behind her hand.

“Let’s go to bed, yeah?” She nodded, but made no attempt to get up. Virgil chuckled and got up from the floor, pulling her up with him. He blew out all the candles and picked her up, carrying her up the stairs, into their bedroom. They quickly changed into their pyjamas and climbed into bed. She once again snuggled into him, her head resting on his chest. Virgil combed a hand through her hair absentmindedly, feeling her relax. She sighed contently.

“Thanks Virg, for getting me my favourite things and just being the best husband.” Virgil pressed a kiss to her hair as a reply, letting his lips rest there. He felt her breathing evening out and allowed sleep to pull him under as well.

[woopsydaisydney]

It was 12:30 am 1/1/23

I was in the large stall with five of my friends in the girls’ restroom

5 vodka cranberry’s deep

We took turns laughing and peeing and dropping phones in the toilet and drinks on the ground

I started my period

I didn’t have a tampon

None of my friends did either

I called out to the packed bar restroom

Five women handed a tampon through the stall door

It was 2 am 1/1/23

The lights came on at the bar

I stood with my cousin and my friends as the bartenders began ushering people away

I was drunk (still fkn am tbh) and people watching

About five yards away I noted a man kissing on a crying woman

She looked like she was saying no no no no and kept pushing him away

She did not want his hands on her

I took my cousin and went up to her

“Hey girl! I haven’t seen you in forever! How have you been?” I hugged her neck and asked if she was okay

She fucking melted into my arms and started crying saying “Thank you, thank you, thank you.”

The dude made himself scarce.

My cousin asked if she was okay. I asked if we needed to get her an uber. She said she was there with friends and we waited until a girl wrapped her arms around the girl and thanked us for finding her.

The guy tried coming back around and I told him to fuck off out of there.

He left.

The girl is safe.

It is currently 4:30 am 1/1/23

Please have each other’s backs out there. We’re only as strong as each other.

I’m drunk while reckoning in the New Year but I’m safe at home in bed because of my friends.

My debit card might be lost downtown but the uber driver helped me freeze my account while I cried on the way home.

We are who must look out for those in need.

We. Us. You.

Happy New Year and love each other and fight for each other and give each other tampons and freeze each other’s accounts.

Happy 2023🧡

[bowieandqueen11]

Garrotter, Jury and Judge / Jaskier Imagine

Request: For the Autumn event: Can I please request an oneshot/imagine of the female reader and Jaskier having a romantic Autumn date, please? thank you so much!!! 🍁🧡🍁

I am SO sorry anon I turned this prompt into like a whole thing so yeah if anyone would like to see more of this or would like me to turn this into a series, please reblog and comment and let me know!!!

(Gif credit goes to @joeybateydearly, I do not own the Witcher or its characters/ all rights go to creators. Song lyrics do not belong me, they were found here and all rights go to creators.)

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You and Jaskier had always agreed to meet at the coast, no matter what direction fate would try to herd the two of you.

Even up until now, until this very moment, the bard had done everything in his power to make sure the path of his life did not diverge from your own. Like two souls twisted into one entity, he did not understand yet that this was the inevitable, but unknown conclusion to your stories - that knowledge, destiny had kept shrouded in its impenetrable mist. You. Julian. Hummingbird. Dandelion. Jaskier. Garroter, jury and judge. No matter what names you called him or he called you, what universe you were in, how and why you found each other, the two of you would always be soulmates.

Life has never been easy for the two of you. Growing up as the sibling of a Witcher, by the gods the sibling of Geralt of Rivia was tough, even if Vesemir had treated you as his own daughter and spent day in and day out drawing you away from the practice dummies to test out your own swordsman skill on his poor armour. Day in, day out Geralt would leave Lambert with the remnants of his Gwent cards and the last of his coin to go sit on the edge of the training ground. He would never admit it but it was the only time he could find himself smiling during those days, the low sun rays casting shadows over your feet as the rays melted over your sword like honey, thwacking Vesemir on the thigh. He only chuckles, before finally admitting defeat, admirably and amicably pulling you by the shoulder and into his side. Geralt runs back to your shared bunks before the two of you spot him, but by the mischievous twinkle and wink he gives him in the main hall the next day during dawn’s breakfast made him realise he was always caught. But he didn’t mind. As long as you were happy here, then he could bear feeling content too. 

Being allowed to travel to school at Oxenfurt and begin to grow the skills you needed to join the healer’s trade allowed you some respite from the Witchers. Meeting this strange Julian Alfred Pankrantz during your first year just happened to be a stroke of luck. You had been the only one to laugh in that crowded lecture hall during your first week of lessons, when little eleven year old Jaskier had become bored with the professor’s crooning. As soon as he turned back, the floppy haired boy with the wildish grin jumped up on the teacher’s desk, kicking the papers off and singing at the top of his lungs about how the man’s breath smelt like donkey dung. Everyone else had gasped, or tried to stifle their smiles, or else hid their heads behind their quills in shame. When something in Jaskier’s gut had made him reach out his hand to you, the only person standing laughing within the cobbled walls, with a wink and a smile and beckoned at you with his fingers to latch on, something in your soul pushed you forward. The detention the both of you got for the month was just another excuse to spend more time together.

Then, the two of you began to become inseparable. The years that followed on from that moment, Dandelion was always by your side. It was as if your breaths patterned out one and the same, that strange glowing feeling in your chest that reminded each that your lives were not just your own, but your souls survived solely as they were intertwined together. Whether it was him sitting by your side during meal breaks, fist under his chin as he straddled the bench and gave you his full attention with giddy eyes, even if he did throw his spoon about thinking up new waxing lines of poetry. Or, the days the two of you would sneak out from boring herbology lessons and run down to the Oxenfurt Harbour, swinging your legs above the water and just sitting side by side, making up tale tales for all the forlorn and tired looking sailors who passed by on their storm damaged trade ships. Or the nights when he would throw rocks at your window, before climbing up the trail of ivy that led to your window ledge with great difficulty. You would always have to pull him into your room by the scruff of his collar, his face twisted in pain and resolve as he tried to throw his thigh over your pane and nearly shattered the lattice glass with his boot. He would tumble on to you, knocking both of you back onto the cold stone of your floor. But when the shock had settled, and he found himself peering down at you with a thundering heart and both legs clumsily straddling your stomachs, you ended up having to shove a fist into both your mouths, trying to stop the giggles from alerting any professor’s of the academy from running down the halls towards your dorm. 

Or when the two of you had reached the age of twenty two, and although he was travelling home to visit his parents, for once you had declined his invitation to join his journey. He looked crestfallen, heartbroken even, but the two of you both knew that you couldn’t remain lovestruck students forever. War was always raging on, and you could no longer ignore Vesemir’s calls to come back home. Neither could Jaskier ignore the passage of time, or destiny’s bellows for him to finally find his place in this world, alighting his growing discontent with the bubble of city life and the yoke he felt tighten around his neck from the promise of a life filled with nothing but academia. 

He opened his mouth, that last day the two of you would sit by the coast for a while. He floundered, as your hand rested on his thigh and his fingers unconsciously played with their length. Despite the frills of his jacket, and the warm autumn wind that seemed to cocoon the two of you in your own shroud under the melting, setting sun, he found himself shivering against your shoulder. He mooched, tucking himself further into you. He was scared. Terrified. He was going to ask you to run away with him, from this, from all of it. Fate be damned, even if he didn’t know its truth quite yet. You were all he wanted from this life, from any of his lives, and he would give up anything this world could ever grant him just to leave here with you. His mouth blubbered, suddenly overcome with the sharp barbs of grief that only the promise of unrequited tenderness and adoration could bring when he ducked his head and sheepishly raised those wide eyes to glance over at you. Even though he knew you were there, thigh resting against his own and breath so close he could smell the mint in the air, your gaze was far away. Just searching, looking, unknown to both, for a similar escape from the life you knew was coming to entrap you. Begging the horizon to allow the two of you to just escape, melt into the darkness and coldness it was beginning to release over the choppy waters beneath the cragged rocks two devastated lovers sat on.

But then his ears twitched as he heard your sorrowful giggle, eyebrows raising as you hit his shoulder with his own. Untangling your arm from within his own, you turn to the sack you had carried along with you and undid the ribbon on top. 

‘How could I nearly forget to give you your birthday present?’

He smiled, a true one now, as you pulled out the lute and placed it heavily into his arms. You had meant it as a joke, almost as a painful promise - gifting him a reminder of yourself, of your time together in your almost selfish hope that no matter what happened, that he would never forget you. He laughed, plucking a string as you told him that his singing from that fateful day the two of you met still echoed in your ears every time you tried to sleep, that he might as well try and earn some coin from his gift. You smiled, and he reciprocated with the most devastatingly flooding of reverence in his eyes. Yet, when his pointer finger finally found and stroked over the initials, both his and yours, that you had stencilled with a little heart on the lute’s southern end, he couldn’t stop the tears from dripping onto the wood.

The rest of that autumn day was spent by the coast, sitting on the cragged rocks and looking off into the shimmering red sky, mourning the life the two of you knew was as far off as the ocean’s depths. Resting your head on his shoulder, he gripped onto your fingers in so sharp a way that caused you pain, but you just pressed a kiss against the side of his throat and you felt him release the trembling breath he had been holding in. So, you tried to distract him, talking about the little inn, or pub, or gods, even cabaret the two of you would get in the far future when the two of you were married, and there were no armies or clans or Witchers or monsters or professors left to split you apart. You wanted to call it ‘The Dandelion’, as Julian’s hair in those days used to be much longer and puffier. When the two of you were teens, you used to tease him for it, stroking his hair back into a ponytail and telling him its wildness reminded you of wild flowers blowing in the wind. In retaliation, he used to call you his little hummingbird, so of course that was the name he chimed in with, with a happy little hum.

So the two of you just sat there, dreaming of singing, and dancing, and reciting poetry and falling asleep side by side and just being able to be in love.

But then you had to leave, and Jaskier did the only thing he could think of doing when his heart and soul had been ripped from his body and had left him as a false, empty husk of meaningless flirting to fill the void - a desperate man seeking love from everyone he turned to, and yet finding each more bitter and hopeless than the last. Instead of crumbling, he allowed himself to be forged from the painful storm that ravaged his body and soul, and went travelling. Trying to find you at each inn, each forgotten town of wiped cities he came across, he sang songs he had written only for you in the hopes some sailor, some soldier, some Witcher had heard news of your wellbeing.

‘The red sky at dawn is giving a warning, you fool

Better stay out of sight

I'm weak my love, and I am wanting

If this is the path I must trudge

I welcome my sentence

Give to you my penance

Garrotter, jury and judge’

Little could he see his future. A Witcher named Geralt. A sorceress, a djinn’s attack and a reunion that would lead him back to that coast on a warm autumn’s day, but this time with the pieces of his heart forged back together again. If only he could see. But for now, he would just have to trust destiny.