crash dance

Even after our love
crashed and burned,
I still see you
dancing in the rising smoke
and I breathe you in again.
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The way he takes off running 😂😂😂

Things about EXOrdium last night

1: it was a sold out, no one thought we would make it
2: their shocked faces when they saw how many people were there, singing and screaming and supporting
3: Suho literally said they didn’t think we could sing all songs, they were really happy to see we did it.
4: there was so much love
5: you know, all those ships (kaisoo, chanbaek, etc) they are real. ALL.
6: of course the dancing… was f*cking everything.
7: how can they be so perfect and yet so nice?
8: Chanyeol in person… probably all the people there have a new bias
9: and if it’s not Chan, it’s Kai. HE IS GOD.
10: Sehun’s jaw is real people. I can’t…
11: they ate tacos before, they were so pleased!
12: DID I MENTION ALL THE PERFECTION GOING ON THAT STAGE?
13: when the sound in transformer crashed, they continued dancing and singing as all the crowd sang for them
14: so much support, so much love! Exo-l!
15: those vocals… are even more perfect live.
16: the silver sea… made me cry
17; in general all the concert made me cry
18: Kyungsoo was like a meter away from me people… I don’t know how but I fell even more for him
19: Everyone was screaming “Zhang Yixing to show our support
20: IT WAS THE BEST NIGHT OF MY LIFE

Ara~

just acting, right?

pairing: lin x reader

prompt: au !highschool where you get cast as sandy and lin gets cast as danny and you guys have to kiss lol cooties

warnings: lots of fluff, i don’t think i swore ??

words: 2,269

a/n: !!! i love drama kids so much and i’m sorry if this like offends any of you!! i really hope you like this one bc i’m super very really extra proud of this and idek why but okay i love u all pls lemme know what you think ok goodnight xo



You and Maria were standing up against you locker. Maria was telling you about some new jeans she had bought and you were “listening.” Honestly, you were just looking at him. Not creepily - just, you know. It was Lin

Lin was talking to his friend Anthony, eyes flashing towards you every few moments. You blushed when your eyes made contact, looking down to your feet. 

“Are you listening to me?” Maria sighed, her words drenched in sarcasm.  

You scrambled for an excuse but sighed, “’M sorry. I just -”

“Hey, Y/N,” Lin said, interrupting you with easy grace. 

You took a breath, Maria quickly filling your void, “Hey, Lin. Are you auditioning for the play?" 

Lin smiled, nodding, "How about you?”

Maria put a sweet grin on her face, “Yeah. Y/N is going out for Sandy,” she put her hand to her mouth like she was telling a secret, “But she’ll deny it if you ask." 

Lin laughed when you scoffed, "I’m sure you’ll get it, what about you Maria? Rizzo?”

“You you suggesting something, Mr. Miranda?” She teased easily. 

Lin laughed and put his hands up in surrender, “I’ll see you ladies in there,” his eyes were bright, “Bye, Y/N.”

You forced a smile, groaning as he walked away. 

“I’m such an idiot,” you sighed, banging your head on the locker next to yours.  

“You’re not an idiot,” Maria said, pulling your shoulder back, “You just need a little more confidence around him.”

“And how does that happen?”

Maria giggled, “I don’t know! He’s a senior. In drama. It’s not like he’s that intimidating.”

“He’s popular,” you shrugged, slamming your locker and started walking to homeroom. 

“See you for auditions!” Maria winked, tossing some hair over her shoulder before walking the other way. 

What the hell did you get yourself into?


Auditions came quicker than you expected, and casting even sooner. So when Maria came over, eyes bright and smile big, you almost didn’t comprehend what she was saying. 

“You got Sandy!”

Well, you understood that. What you missed was, “And Lin is Danny!”


You felt comfortable, excited even. Maybe a little guilty towards the few senior girls who didn’t get the lead. And here you were as a junior playing Sandy. Still, that guilt faded when Lin gave you a hug on the first day of rehearsals, telling you how proud he was of you. 

The first day of practice was just a script run through. You hadn’t seen Grease in a while, so it was a much needed refresher. 

However, you reached some of the last few pages, and you saw the words: 

They kiss.

Then a few lines down?

Danny kisses Sandy more passionately.

You coughed awkwardly, blushing when Lin shot you a sheepish smile. In place of it for now, Lin blew you a kiss from three seats down. 

You let out an airy laugh, embarrassed a little. You should be happy about this, right? You crush is going to kiss you - twice. You should be happy. You are happy. Right?


Rehearsals continued for about a month before Alex came up at the end of a Friday. 

“Hey, Y/N, can you hold up a minute after?" 

"Ugh, yeah,” you said, putting your bag down. You wrapped a gray sweater around your body. 

“Hey,” a voice said, making you jump. Lin.

“Sorry,” he said, scratching the back of his neck, “I didn’t mean to startle you.”

“No it’s, it’s fine.” At the sight of him, a smile rose on your face without permission. 

Lin opened his mouth to say something more, taking a step closer to you when he was interrupted. 

“Good, both of you are here.” Alex said, clasping his hands together, “So, I want to run the kiss on Tuesday, okay?”

You and Lin exchanged a look, both of your cheeks tinted pink. 

Lin raised his eyebrows at you, as if asking for permission. 

“Sure,” you said as confidently as possible. Still, you’re nearly positive your voice broke.


Monday night, Maria came over. She had gotten Rizzo and told her mom she was “running lines” wth you. In reality, she was trying to calm your anxiety. 

“Maria, I’ve never kissed a guy - what am I going to do? What if I’m a bad kisser? What if my breath smells bad? What if he never wants to kiss me again? Oh my gosh. I’m gonna kiss Lin - oh shit. Oh my gosh. I can’t kiss Lin! I - ”

“Y/N! Stop! You need to chill out. You’re making a track.”

You looked down to see where you were pacing, and sure enough, you had created a flat in the carpet. You sighed and flopped down on the bed. 

“What am I going to do?”

Maria looked to you on her side, “Didn’t you kiss that guy Jack? Just do the same thing!”

You let out an exasperated sigh, “We were like, eleven. It doesn’t count.”

Maria shrugged, “You’re gonna be fine. You just have to chill out.”


Tuesday morning rolled around and you were a zombie through all of your classes. Maria was a little nervous, but she was nothing compared to you. You were constantly replaying all the times you had run this scene and Lin would dip you and Eskimo kiss you or raspberry your cheek and just make you laugh. And now the thought of being near him made you as sick as it did a month ago at your locker.

Lin came up to you before rehearsal, biting his lips and practically bouncing.

“You sure you’re okay with this? I can talk to Alex and see if -”

“Yeah, it’s totally cool.” No, I’m a mess, you thought. “It’s just acting, right?” Wrong, I’ve had a crush on your for three years, you thought.

Something flashed across Lin’s face at that, but it was gone before you could recognize it.

“Cool,” he nodded before skidding away.

The kiss wasn’t until the very end of rehearsal, and for a moment, you thought he was going to postpone it until tomorrow. You checked your watch: 4:09. Practice ended at 4:30, so all you had to do was stall for -

“Y/N! We’re gonna run the kiss scene dry first, okay?” Alex called over. You sighed but nodded feebly. 

Lin was still bouncy, a little smirk on his lip though. 

“Start at the beginning of Act II, scene four, okay?” Alex said, but words were mushed together at this point. Lin was looking at you with bright eyes. Still, you couldn’t avoid the snickers you heard from the senior girls across the room, watching you with beady eyes.

You felt Lin - well, Danny - put his arm around you, signally your cue.

Is this okay?” You tried to sound innocent, like Sandy would.

You dialogue continued for a few more lines.

I should’ve given this to you a long time ago,” Lin said.

Now, you thought. Lin took in a small breath and everything was suddenly in slow motion. His gaze flashed to your lips then back up to your eyes. You flushed your eyes shut, leaning ever so slightly to feel his lips graze yours. You could feel his smile ever so lightly on your mouth, pulling him closer by the back of his neck. It was short and sweet, how the script directed. 

Danny fixes himself before saying, “I really like you Sandy.” Then, with more confidence this time, his lips found yours again. His lips moved like a melody over your own harmony. His hands were on your waist, pulling you closer to him in the prop car. You savored the kiss for a second longer before pulling away.

Take it easy, Danny! What are you trying to -” you paused when you heard the giggles of the girls in the black box, your cheeks immediately flushing red. Lin took notice of this, picking up where you had left off.

What’s the matter?” You couldn’t tell if it was Danny asking or Lin, so you rolled with the script despite the break in your heart. 

Why would he ever like you? He’s a senior. A popular senior. Lin wants a girl like them - popular, pretty, good at acting. Not you. Besides, it’s not like this was anything more than acting. 

So that night, before you left, when Lin asked if everything was alright?

You ignored him.


You only ran the kiss once more before the show during dress rehearsals. Lin was calm and collected through the entire thing, while you nearly got sick every time someone mentioned the show at all. 

The girls had gotten worse. You could feel their glare during every scene you had onstage. Still, you tried to block it out. One more week, and then this is all over.

It was around seven o’clock the day before opening night, and you were the last one in the theater. You were walking yourself through some choreography that you already knew by heart - you practically did it in your sleep. Humming along to the songs, you marked your dance. 

A crash made you stop. Turning to see who was there, Lin emerged slyly, a pint tint on his cheeks. 

“Hey,” he started. You offered a small wave but went back to marking your choreography.

“Hey,” Lin said again, this time grabbing your arm gently to stop your movements. 

“I’m practicing,” you tried.

“You’ve been practicing for two and a half months. You need to sleep now,” he tried.

You sighed, but nodded and started to pack your bag up.

Walking out of the theater, Lin ran to catch up to you. You were impatient, angry that you let your feelings get in the way and now you couldn’t focus and you were probably going to mess up the show and -

“Y/N?” Lin interrupted your thoughts, worry etched across his face.

You shook your head but started to walk away. Seamlessly, he grabbed your hand and pulled you back to him. You gasped when his hand went from his side to your cheek to push some hair behind your ear. 

His eyes flashed to your lips, the same way they did over a month ago on that Friday. You shut your eyes when you felt him close the distance, his soft lips gracing easily over yours, burning like a flame before sharply pulling away. You pointed at him, frustrated.

“Y/N, I -” you held up a hand.

“Just,” you paused, “Ugh!” 

You speed walked back to your car, not even turning on your lights as you skidded out of the parking lot. 


Opening night. 

It was going perfectly. You were beyond excited and even made small talk with a few of the senior girls. Lin tried to talk to you twice, but you would make up lame excuses as to why you had to go; each time leaving Lin sulking.

You had made it halfway through Act II, everything going off without a hitch, when it happened.

It was (obviously) the kiss scene, and Lin was an amazing performer. His lines were sharp and crisp, his attitude perfected, and his everything. He was ridiculously talented, and no one could take that away from him. So when he screwed up a line, you were not expecting it.

The first kiss was sweet, simple. And then it happened.

I really like you, Y/N,” he said, kissing you before he realized what he said. His lips touched yours with the same passion he was directed to but this time with a fire so bright it could burn. This kiss was different; it didn’t feel staged. You pulled away breathless, almost forgetting your line.

Take it easy, Danny! What are you trying to do?” You played, snapping him back into reality. Some of your lipstick had gotten on his mouth. You bit back a smile.

Your heart soared for another five minutes before you caught a senior glaring at you again. Annoyed, you fixed your lipstick and changed into your next costume.

The rest of the play continued, smooth sailing until the final bow. 

Lin held your hand tightly, squeezing before giving leading you forward for one more bow. 

You practically sprinted out of the theater, makeup half off and a pair of sweats thrown on with a teeshirt. You had nearly made it out of the school when he called out.

“Y/N, wait!” He was dressed similarly to you, wearing the Grease shirt you had gotten. 

You turned on your heel to face him, brushing a stray curl off your forehead. 

“You did really well out there,” he smiled.

“Thanks, you too.” You said as you pushed down any feelings you had for him, even ignoring his ‘I really like you, Y/N,’ slip. “See you tomorrow,” you tried, starting to leave.

“Wait!” Lin said, grabbing your hand like he had done just a day before.

“Lin,” you huffed, “I don’t know what you want me to tell you!”

“Tell me you felt something too,” he said immediately. “Tell me that, that - that wasn’t acting. That couldn’t be just acting, right?”

You took in a sharp breath, “But all the girls -”

“Y/N,” Lin laughed. His eyes were wide. He wet his lips before continuing, “You’re the only one I like.”

Your head shot up, “Wait, you like me?”

He took a step forward, a giggle bubbling out of him, “I’ve been flirting with your for months, but thanks for noticing.”

Your surprise was short lived when he took another step forward, lifting your chin with his finger before pressing his lips to yours. 

anonymous asked:

Valar Morghulis ;) I was just wondering, do you have any A:tLA fic recs, specifically Zutara ones??? Thanks!

Valar Dohaeris 😉

Sure! Here are some more of the gems this fandom produces

Multi-chap:

  • Together at the Horizon by @dragon-hearted-girl;
    AU After a century, the Avatar has still not been reincarnated, allowing the Fire Nation to continue its conquest of the world. A young Airbender befriends a Waterbender and Firebender, both of whom are living with a terrible curse. Formerly titled “Tale of the Grey Wolf and Golden Hawk”
       

  • i didn’t know i was lonely (’til i saw your face) by @raisindeatre;
    The “I hit you with my car and was the only one to visit you in hospital” AU I never thought I’d write. Or: how one car crash, one dancing bear, many, many crossword puzzles and a spot of accidental cohabitation lead to… well, if it isn’t love, it’s certainly something.

  • Love Story by lynny17;
    A meeting of nations years after the war leads to an unexpected romance as a love story unfolds. 100-word drabble series. Disclaimer: I do not own Avatar: The Last Airbender This is in response to the LJ katara zuko winter drabble challenge.

  • Jasmine and Souchong by @archergwen;
    It’s the Midsummer Festival, and Zuko’s lone night manning his uncle’s tea shop does not go according to plan. ‘He wants to stay like this forever. Just her and an empty tea shop, sugar and smoke on her breath.’

  • The Stalking Series by @emletish-fish;

    - Stalking Zuko: Katara has developed a new hobby. At the Western Air Temple she takes to stalking Zuko. Much silliness and shenanigans follow. In chapter 20: Katara and Zuko return home to the others. Katara hates the F word and she comes to a decision regarding Zuko.
     
    - Not Stalking Zuko: Katara keeps a journal of all the shenanigans that the Gaang run into. Chapter 49: there is much talk about the future - now that the war is over and everything is changing. Hakoda and Zuko talk. Katara decides that some things in life are worth the risk.

    - Not Stalking Firelord Zuko: The immediate postwar period from Katara’s ranty POV. shenanigans abound. Chap 24:Song arrives in Ba Sing Se. Shenaniagns ensue.

Oneshots:

  • Thicker Than Blood by @akaiikowrites;
    “You have to love all the facets of their soul, or your love is pointless.” A Story of the Girl Who Bends Blood and the Boy Who Loves Her. –Zutara; semi AU; giftfic for dancingqueensillystring-

  • Rounding the Edges by @sadladybug;
    It can take some grit and hard work to grind out the sharp edges, but the effort can produce something that shines. A Zutara oneshot in which Katara learns a few new things about Zuko, including the fact that he may be very difficult to live without. Featuring unexpected teamwork, tense training moments, and more than a few awkward conversations. Canon compliant(ish), Book Three beginning sometime between TSR and EIP.

  • Tremors by CuriosityRedux;
    She’s free to choose- if she goes back to the Poles, if she travels, if she stays in the Fire Nation just a little bit longer. She can choose to go back to the life she would have led if she’d never revived the Avatar, or she can choose to forge a new path. And she chooses him. Oneshot. Zutara.

  • Eye of the Storm by @cowlicklesschick;
    There is a moment of calm, where the wind dies down and the torrents ease and soften, where thoughts can be heard louder than words. It is a moment of relief, but also of fear and preparation, because there always another side to every storm, and the calm never lasts for long. Zutara B3 immediately following the Agni Kai.

  • Wooing Zuko by @cabbage-foam;
    Immediately postwar. During a trip to Ember Island to celebrate of the end of the war, Katara feels the need to affirm her sex appeal. Her target? Zuko.

Drabble Series:

  • Inside This Ancient Heart by @somuttersthesea;
    “She and Zuko, on the other hand—she feels like they’ve been old forever, even though they’re still young enough by most standards. The baby in her arms coos and she shifts her gently, cradling her head and smiling, only to see a gratifying, toothless smile beam from rounded cheeks in return.“A series of domestic drabbles written for Zutara Week 2016.

  • On Love and Lust by @theadamantdaughter;
    A collection of Zutara drabbles and one-shots. Some smut, some not. NSFW chapters will be labelled as such. Heed the warnings and enjoy.

  • A Little Bit of This, and a Little Bit of That by @kangaroo2010;
    No matter the time, no matter the place, no matter the circumstances, deep down, they always knew they were meant for each other. A series of short pieces, written for Zutara Month 2015.

  • you and I will not be shaken by chionophilia;
    In which Zuko is an awkward barista, Katara is obsessed with ‘vandalizing’ her customers’ food, and they bond over a love for instant noodles and microwavable food. In which Zuko rambles about space at ungodly hours, and Katara is desperate to shut him up.A series of Modern AU oneshots or my excuse to write drabble and not work on my WIPs.

  • 31 Kisses by @darkelf19;
    A clumsy Zutara story told through 31 kisses. Written for Official Zutara Month 2016 @ Tumblr. Officially Zutara, but it could pass as any ship. Each chapter will be a perfect 100 word drabble. Enjoy!

Smut:

  • A Week to Know You Again by @elledix;
    After the first year of their engagement, Katara felt she and Zuko were already drifting apart. In the Fire Nation, their time always belonged to someone else. Now, in the South Pole for Suki and Sokka’s wedding, they hoped to find each other again.

  • The Business Trip by @thispieceofwork;
    Zuko’s been gone for two long months and Katara has needs. Takes places between Ch 10 of Confused and the Epilogue. Some PWP fun.

  • Agni’s Fever by @sohhng;
    She decides that she loves him for both the fire lilies and the brimstone on his breath. Oneshot. Zutara. ‘Zuko’s hands snag around her wrists. His body is a long line of tension, and now that he’s reared up on his knees to match her stance, she notices that his chest is as bare as it is soaked. “You can’t even begin to understand what’s happening to me.”“I’m trying to understand,” Katara grits. “Isn’t that what you wanted from me from the very beginning?”’

  • A Challenge Met by @sharkflip;
    Katara and Zuko meet and reconcile during Day of Black Sun, with the outcome expected in a story written for Zutarotica. AU for the Eclipse.

  • Love Amongst the Embers by @mmmisora;
    After the Ember Island Players’ performance, and with the help of a little rice wine, Zuko and Katara decide to rewrite an alternate ending to their story. Oneshot, Zuko/Katara. Rated M.

Hope this was useful!  I’ve got another fic rec list here, if you want to check that out :)

Happy Shipping!

asksakura1125td  asked:

I Love ur art so much!! A thought popped in my head today and I was wondering. Knowing dio would he bring the other villains and crash the Joestar dance??

yesssssssssssssssssss While i drew it, i was thinking that as soon as he found out that jonathan was having a party he’d call pucci like “our party needs to kick jojo’s in the ass” and they would be right next door to each other. it’d be a pretty wild party tho. i imagine kira bringing his hand girlfriends

but after a while it’d be funny if dio broke the wall, forcibly merging the 2 parties together

Heathens - Smut - [thelittlestkitsune]

  A scruffy hoes production. ©

Author: thelittlestkitsune

Rating: NSFW 18+

Pairing: Void/Reader

Words: 5,017

 Warning: PLEASE READ THIS FIRST:

This is dark. It seems light at first but the ending is dark, you know me. Please don’t read if you have any problems with death/suicide. Thank you so much!

AN: Happy Halloween fuckers! The hoes and I couldn’t let the most important of holidays go by without giving you a treat! or is it a trick? Who knows! Enjoy xoxo

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A Pain

Request: Hi. Can you make one Peter Pan imagine where you are enemines and you two are sword fighting and get really close. Then it will be hot make-out session and both of you admire your feelings and fluff?

xxx

“Y’know, you’re really starting to piss me off.” Peter sneered as I dodged his sword. “Only now? I need to up my game a little then” I couldn’t help tease the so-called “Most powerful being in Neverland”

It was a sight to see him so agitated, I can help but poke fun at him. “You should practice your sword fighting skills instead of annoying me” our sword collided, our faces inches apart.

From this angle, I could see him face clearly. He was handsome, strong, smart, and powerful. No one has noticed my crush towards the boy, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.

The corner of my lips curled up, “Aww, is the baby getting too flustered?” I cooed at him like a child. His face reddened in anger. “You little-” “Language! There are children near by” I teasingly winked at him.

“You are a pain!” he shouted as he shoved our swords apart. “Why, Thank you!” Peter growled as he managed to disarm me and trap me in between his arms and pinned me to a tree.

He huffed and panted, sweat started to drip from his bangs. “I… won” I couldn’t help the blush rise up, “Yup. Do you want your prize now?” Peter tiredly raised his brow, “Prize? What prize? Do you finally get to leave me alone?”

I pretended to think about it, “Well, that wasn’t what I had in mind but…” He sighed, “What did you have in mind?” I smirked and leaned up to peck his lips. I watched as his eyes widened in surprise. 

“Well if you didn’t like that, I could do your suggestion and leave you alo-” Peter silenced me as he placed his lips on mine, kissing me with no care in the world. His hand cups my face while his other hand is wrapped around my waist, pulling me closer to his body,

I place my hand around him neck and gently pull him down to my level. Our lips crash and our tongues dance in each other’s mouth. It was getting way too hot, way too fast.

The smell of nature and sweat fills our senses, as well as his smell mixed with mine. His green eyes pierce mine as we separated for air. “Wow” he quietly let it out, I absentmindedly nodded as he held me closer.

“I like you” I bury my face in his shirt, not wanting to see his reaction. “You really are a troublesome woman…” If I could, I would’ve shrank even smaller, “Sorry.” 

“DId my ears deceive me? Did Y/N L/N, just apologize?” he teased, I looked up at him, cheeks red as roses, “I didn-” 

“I like you too, Y/N” Peter kissed me, I managed to pull apart and smirk, “So, am I still a pain?”

“Definitely.”

Hooked on a feeling

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Peter Quill/Star Lord x Avenger!Reader

Words: 5605
Just an idea I’ve had rumbling around in my head.


Why you believed that Peter Quill might just be able to save you, you couldn’t say. Of course, it had been him to get you into danger in the first place but his steady hand over yours and his sincere gaze catching yours as you hurdled towards a battle against a Kree overlord, well it was suddenly easy to forgive the fact that he’d bargained your life away to the Ravagers.
It was hard to ignore Rocket’s mocking kissing noises and Drax’s booming laughter echoing through the ship behind you but you managed it – barely. Quill’s face flushed and he squeezed your hand with his before retracting it, trust those arseholes to ruin a perfectly good moment. Though you shouldn’t be having moments with a man that you barely knew, you could practically hear the words lectured at you in Clint’s voice.
God how you missed that arrow wielding idiot, he could make you feel save, even in the expanse of space. But Quill was turning out as a good second and you were so well on your way to being smitten that it was hard to imagine your life back on earth now.

Your life on earth was exciting enough – or it had been before your adventures in space.

As a Shield Agent you had seen some of the most beautiful and dangerous people and places in all over the world. You were a fighter and a damn good one at that, it didn’t run in your genes your mother had always been against violence but you’d grafted your whole life to work to the top of your field so you provide a good life for yourself and your mother. She’d fallen pregnant with you as a young teen and, having been ostracized by her whole family, she’d raised you singlehanded sometimes working two or three jobs.

But it didn’t matter, you had each other and when you introduced her to your close friend and mentor, you gained a stepfather. She became Laura Barton and Clint refused to stop lording his new positon over you on missions.
He even adopted a special ‘Dad voice’.

It was impossible to hold it against him, it was cheeky and adorable and was laced with the same mocking humour that your half siblings had inherited – thank god for Natasha and her unbelievable Russian vodka for drunken nights of debauchery to keep you sane.

That sanity came under threat, as it did for most people, the day that you met Tony Stark and the rest of The Avengers. It wasn’t the best circumstances for them to meet you, truth be told, Clint being abducted was at the very top of your worries. You didn’t give a shit about the Aliens, no matter how muscular and blonde the one who wished to call you friend was.

Life could never be the same after that.
For one, you now knew that aliens existed and they had Army’s. But mostly it was because you’d been drafted into the world’s ultimate boyband and you doubted if either Clint or Tony would ever recover from their individual traumas. You tried your best to support them and taught the other Avengers how to handle panic attacks. Clint was fortunate enough to have you at home as well to help him if he felt like he needed to get away from your mother and siblings, though he hardly ever showed when he was overwhelmed.

These small tokens helped both men greatly and eventually Tony felt strong enough to share with you the footage of space that his suit had recorded when he dis-guarded the bomb.

And it was beautiful.

Sans the awaiting Alien invasion, you enraptured by the galaxy stretched out in front of you, colours swirling and crashing – the stars dancing just for you.
The sight painted your mind; it was your happy place when Clint and Tony were attempting to make Bruce snap and the closing scene of your thoughts every evening as you settled to sleep.

You had to see it for yourself.

You could practically taste the despair of your family and friends when they learnt of your plans but they were powerless to stop you and they knew it.  
“Impossible to get logic through to her brain with a skull that thick.” Tony had mocked and Clint crossed his arms and agreed and fixed you with his best parental stare. Both he and Natasha had spent the last few days prying into your business to see if you were trying to escape something or someone and constantly asked if you were happy.

And you were, how could you not be happy when your family so big and loving?


But you craved adventure and had perfected the art of staying close to other Avengers when Clint was around, they knew that you were close but they had no clue about your real relationship or the rest of your little family and both of you wanted to keep it that way, by staying close to Tony or Steve then Clint couldn’t emotionally blackmail you with thoughts of your mother.

Which he barely had to try to do anyway, she’d cried uncontrollably when she realised that even her superhero husband couldn’t dissuade you of your plans. Her only consolation was that you wouldn’t be alone, you had your ‘Blonde Alien Bestie’ as Clint had once dubbed him. Your mother may not have ever met Thor but she trusted Clint’s judgement on him.

It turned out that getting a hold of the Asgardian prince was harder than you’d anticipated and in the end you got in touch with Jane, Thor had given you both each other’s details so that you could check on her for him and so that she could contact you if she found herself in any trouble because Thor rarely got back to earth these days.
‘Lots of work in space.’ He’d laugh every time you had seen him; he looked older since you’d had to defeat Loki, heavier with the weight of reality and the Realms.
When he arrived unannounced in your room at Stark Tower, he looked more a king than ever.

He was barely in doorway to your room before you were up and embracing him, he gave a hearty laugh and returned the gesture, he always seemed so happy of affection after your initial coldness to him.

He placed Mjolnir down gently on your bed next to your over spilling backpack. He studied the backpack for a moment before pointing at it and catching your eye, “Jane informs me that you need my help with something. Are you in some form of trouble?”

You rolled your eyes but it was hard to be mad at his loving nature, “Why does anyone assume that I’m a trouble causer –”
“-Because you are.” He interrupted with an enormous grin.
You barely resisted the urge to stick your tongue out at him before continuing, “I wanted to ask a favour,” his expression turned serious, “I want to go explore the galaxy. I want to see every creature, every star. I want to live it all.”

If he was angry at your request then he didn’t show it, instead he spoke like the calm ruler that he was becoming, “Do you think that wise?”
“Does it matter if its wise?” You asked, “I’ve seen the footage from Tony’s suit Thor, and its beautiful and I need to see it.”
His large grin split his face against, this time filled with pride and he shook his head lightly, “I should have expected no less passion from such a mighty warrior. I would be proud if you were to accompany me to Asguard as my guest. We would be honoured to host one of Midgar’s mightiest heroes.”

You didn’t suppress the small squeal as you dove at him giving him a tight and laughing embrace.

The day you left was full of tears, at you home you bid farewell to your mum, brother and sister promising to be back for their birthdays. Cooper and Lila where told that you were just going away for work like you usually did, you couldn’t tell them about space because they were only young and you didn’t want them fearing for you safety.
You were the oldest, worrying was your job not theirs.

Afterwards Clint drove you to Stark Tower where you said goodbye to him and Nat first before joining the others and, after nearly getting crushed in Steve’s bear hug, you finally finished your goodbyes. Thor waited patiently; assuring them all that you’d have every luxury during your stay in Asguard, which quietened Tony’s moaning about only taking one backpack.
But you had everything that you needed including clothes (Thor promised the finest robes as well), weapons of your own choosing and some sneaky extras that the others had snuck in. Tony had made you bracelet that when you flicked your wristed aggressively transformed out into an Iron Man gauntlet, it was the same colour as his suit but felt heavier.
He’d been experimenting with technology that could survive space after his experience with the fall and he was about 57% sure that the gauntlet should work as it would on Earth.

But the colours were just so that you wouldn’t miss him, the charmer that he was.

Having seen Thor leave Earth with a flourish on more than one occasion, you weren’t sure how smooth the journey would be and in the end when you arrived with a crash on the other side, you were glad that you’d clung to Thor so readily.
After a few moments of queasiness, and a long string of curse words, the world came into focus and you met Heimdall for the first time after hearing of him from Thor.
“Lady Y/L/N, I am Heimdall,” His voice was deep and his eyes hinted that he knew everything about you, he was unnerving but you found yourself trusting him almost instantly, “Welcome to Asguard.”

“Nice to meet you Heimdall,” You smiled and extended your hand to shake which he took but bent down and kissed the back of your hand.  When he pulled back you dropped your hand and offered him a cheeky grin, “I’ve heard all about you from Thor. Truly awful things really, you should ashamed of yourself. Oh, and please call me Y/N.”

Thor looked ready to dive into an explanation about Midgardian humour but Heimdall was already smirking at your joke.
Huh, maybe he did know everything about you.
“Have a well journey, Y/N.” He told you and returned his focus to the other realms as Thor led you away.
“Hey Thor, why didn’t you warn me that he was hot?” You asked your friend as you walked away and Thor rushed you along as though he was worried that Heimdall had heard you and when you glanced back at the smirk on his face you knew that he had.

Days in Asguard flew by and Thor was true to his word when he had promised that you’d be treated like royalty, everyone was astounded to meet the Midgardian who had helped defeat Loki and had not been put off the pursuit of adventure.

Odin seemed indifferent to you and you had a suspicion that he felt superior to humans and hated the idea of Thor loving Jane but that really had very little to do with you. A fast and hearty friendship had found you and Lady Sif and you were extremely grateful of her company when Thor had to go play at being royalty. On her part she admired your warrior nature and was fascinated by her sense of humour, her favourite thing being your skills when it came to practical jokes.

Together you found that your phone wouldn’t work properly in space – shocker­- but certain functions such as the camera and the calculator still worked even though were slow and laggy. The bracelet-come-gauntlet that Tony had given you certainly did work and had resulted in both you and Lady Sif fleeing the Armoury after blowing a hole through the wall and bending one of the swords round into a circle.

Fuck, Tony had come good on this gift.

Inevitably, you became bored.

Asgard was glorious but after a few weeks of exploring it, being held as a hero and having people dote treasures onto you (seriously you could probably retire when you went back home) it became boring and you itched for the adventure and wonder you had set out looking for.

After spending the day bothering Heimdall with silly questions like, ‘So you see everything, are you Santa?’, ‘Can you see through walls?’, ‘How many people do you see picking their nose a day?’, and ‘How cool did I look kicking Alien ass? My hair looked good right?’, Heimdall must have sensed that you were close to going out and potentially causing trouble and warned Thor.

So on the first opportunity to go on what Thor described as a small errand, you jumped at the chance. You were to go and check on a man known as The Collector with two of the royal family’s guards. Thor and Lady Sif both looked bemused at you as you ran towards them in your Earth Attire with your backpack slung over one shoulder, they had both expressed regret at being unable to attend but they had ‘an urgent matter to deal with’.

Secret Asgardian business you guessed.

“It is only a small errand, Lady Y/N.” Thor reiterated as he gestured to your fighting clothing.
You clicked your tongue at him, “For one Thor, I look great so shut it. And, you can’t be too prepared.”
Thor shook his head and smiled in resignation and Lady Sif laughed, “A good point well made. Do take care of our men.” She nodded her head back towards the guards that you accompanying and the pair of you shared a giggle before you left.

—-

This was the type of adventure that you’d been craving, a seedy bar inside the decaying head of a massive celestial being?

Yes please!

It hadn’t been hard to ditch the guards, The Collector or whatever he called himself was freaky and after several comments about what a prize one of Earths Mightiest Heroes would be for his collection you had excused yourself and ran through some back alleys to the bar.
It was a novelty to soak up the atmosphere.

During your time with Thor you had learnt of a few species that looked especially Human, like Xandarians, and some that really didn’t but you couldn’t pronounce their names, it sounded a bit like blowing bubbles through custard.

Keeping up with what they called you was the hardest, on Asguard you were a Midgardian, everywhere else you seemed to be classed as a Terran. But everyone seemed to know that you were one of the few humans to have fought and defeated Loki who had been using Thanos’ army, it made you very famous and when you really thought about it, it wasn’t surprising.

It seemed that as big as man’s ideas were on themselves, no one in the galaxy cared about the little laughable planet that had barely managed to explore its own moon. The fact that it had taken only a few of its inhabitants to hold off and defeat and invasion of that magnitude and volume, well, it had sent out a message to the universe loud and clear.

The Earth was defended and it was ready.

Though most of the establishments focus was on the betting and music, you grew sick of the feeling of being watched and ventured out onto the balcony with your drink that looked like gravy but tasted like Sherbet Lemons.

Barely a moment of peace had passed before you sensed someone behind you on the balcony thanks to all the years of training with Nat and Clint, who coincidentally were the only people who could beat you at hide and seek because of it. You turned to face your follower in no mood to relive your fights on Earth for anyone tonight when you were confronted with a man; well he certainly looked like a man, with his hair swept to one side and tidy facial hair.

Where those headphones around his neck?

His hands where splayed slightly as though he was ready to calm you of any anger or fear from him suddenly appearing. You watched him lowly and sipped your drink.
“You’re Terran.” He said, his eyes disbelieving as he took in the sight of you.
You watched him steadily, “So they tell me. And you’re following me.”
He gave a charming smile, “I didn’t mean to scare you –”
“Good because you’d have to try harder.” You sipped your drink to hide your amusement at his eyebrow irking your interruption. This guy was a talker for sure, always trying to talk his way out of a tight spot but you could see in him that he wasn’t shy to throw his weight about if he needed too. He reminded you a bit of Steve that way.

“Sorry, I’ve just not seen another Terran in a long time.” He spoke still looking marvelled at your existence.
You nudged down the balcony, silently giving him permission to join you, which he did, before asking, “How long is long?”
He let out a low whistle and rocked his head slightly as he weighed up his answer; it seemed that he chose honesty, “Over twenty years.”
You irked your eyebrows in response but said nothing because it was none of your business and he seemed happy that you didn’t ask.

You spoke idly for some time, he explained the betting games they were playing inside and different breeds of Alien that you could see inside the bar. It was only when you spoke about the songs on his tape and complimented his song choice that he introduced himself.

“Star Lord?” You asked slowly, watching him for any hint that he might break into laughter. He didn’t, he looked incredibly proud and smug with himself like he expected that the mere mention of his name should be enough to get women to start stripping off their clothes.

You, however, were not impressed.

“Famous badass outlaw?” He added with a huff, seemingly defeated by the lack of recognition.
“What’s your real name, outlaw?” You asked with a grin.
He pouted and sighed but extended his hand and gave his name anyway, “Peter Quill.”
“Nice to meet you Quill.” You grinned at his awaiting expression for you to offer your name and usually you would have but it was just too funny watching him gesture for you to continue and watching how the tips of his ears turned red when he was annoyed.

In the end the decision was taken out of your hands.

“Y/N L/N.” A voice hissed and you turned back to the club doorway to face three Kree males, “You are to come with us.”
“Oh, they’re blue.” You spoke calmly which made Quill’s head snap in your direction, he studied your bored expression before stepping closer to you between you and the Kree.
“They’re Kree and not all of them are blue, most of them look Terran but the strongest, the ‘pure bloods’ are blue and they seem to know you, you owe these guys credits or something?” He asked you as though he was ready to talk you out of whatever situation you’d gotten yourself into.
You shook your head, you didn’t know them and as far as the credits things went, Thor had given you a communicator of sorts that held these credits and Lady Sif had been in the middle of explaining how it worked before you’d left.

He nodded to himself and turned to the Kree, specifically the smallest at the front who seemed in control of the bigger, uglier two. “Sorry guys, think you’ve got the wrong girl.”
The Smaller Kree ignored him and focused his attention on you, “Y/N L/N you are to come with us. And shut your pet up.”

Peter gave a shout of indignation at his new nickname but you caught his arm with one hand and urged him back towards you before asking your confronter, “How do you know me and what do you want? If you don’t answer my questions I will not be cooperative.”
He seemed to roll his options around in his head before answering, “Everyone knows of the Terran’s that defeated Loki. You would fetch a good price.”

You growled to yourself, that fucking collector, you knew he was a freak. Quill’s head snapped around to your again so fast that he nearly head-butted you, apparently this was new information to him.
You patted his arm that you were still holding onto, “Careful now Quill, you’ll give yourself whiplash.”

“Enough talking.” The smallest Kree demanded in a voice that he assumed was commanding but it didn’t bother you nor Quill and he inclined his head towards the both of you. The bigger of the two stormed towards you and Quill jumped inelegantly between you and him and punched the Kree straight in the nose.
He fell back instantly but his buddy shoved Quill to the floor with a crash.
“Y/N!” Quill hollered in warning as the other large Kree dove for you. Jumping back you threw your empty glass at his face which gave you enough time to snap your wrist letting your bracelet transform out into the gauntlet. Whipping your hand up, you flexed your palm and shot energy like Iron Man did at the larger Kree sending him back crashing through the wall.

Quill lay on the floor staring up at you and the smaller Kree stumbled over his words until you held the gauntlet up in his direction and he ran off terrified.
“Er what was that?” Quill asked you as you helped him up and he wiped the blood from his lip. You retracted the gauntlet and Quill stared at the innocent looking bracelet on your wrist.
“Just a leaving present from a good friend of mine.” You smiled and held your wrist out so that he could examine it, you could tell that he was eyeing it up, “Try to rob me and I’ll smash your tape player.” You warned.

He gulped and released your bracelet, “Noted.”

Crashing in the bar alerted you both and Quill groaned, “Ugh, those fucking idiots.”
He gestured for you to follow him and suddenly you were in the middle of a fight between a massive tree, a racoon and a diluted Hulk.

Well…you did want adventure.

Quill defused the situation, like you knew he would and after he introduced you to his associates he invited you along to their meeting with The Collector.
You huffed, “No thanks that guys a freak. I think those Kree men where sent by him.”
“Hey, hey, hey!” Rocket snapped, “I don’t care if you want to get your pants in a twist about another Terran but I don’t care. She is not getting a cut.”
Groot and Gamora made noises of agreement.

“I don’t want a cut, but my ride back to my friends is at the collectors. I’ll hang around outside, I don’t care about seeing him again.” You defended yourself and they seemed to accept the answer.
You followed them to their meeting with you and Quill bringing up the rear and chatting idly.
“Soo,” He started after a moment, “A hero of Earth? How’d you get all the way out here?”
You shrugged, “I wanted adventure and a friend who didn’t mind me coming to stay with him.”

“So your friend let you come out here on your own?” He snarked and you couldn’t help the flutter of excitement when he accentuated the question as though he was testing the waters to see if you were single.
You smirked, “Yeah, Thor of Asguard. I keep an eye out for his girlfriend while he’s up here and he lets me take an extended vacation in space.”  You dropped the hint in, not as subtly as you would have liked but he caught your eye and gave you a cheeky little smile.

“Asguard, eh?” Rocket caught your attention, “Plenty of expensive treats out there.”
“I am Groot.” Groot agreed.
Laughing, you warned them, “I’d be careful, they get really whiny about people touching their stuff. I blew a hole in the Armoury and Odin will not let me hear the end of it.”
“You blew a hole in the Asguardian Armoury?” Rocket asked before nudging Groot, “We’ve been hanging out with the wrong Terran.”

“Hey!” Quill snapped as you said, “It was an accident!”

—–

Waiting for people was one sure fire way to get you in the mood to cause trouble.
Outside of the entrance to The Collectors ‘den of creepy’ you were scouting the area when you found the guards.
They were both dead.
You stumbled away from them and whipped your knife from your back pocket and surveyed the area.
Whoever it was had long gone. The men’s necks were cut hastily and without skill, if you had to guess it was the Kree men that The Collector had hired to acquire you.
You kept your knife in one hand and extended your gauntlet as you headed back into the lion’s den. You weren’t sure where the fierce loyalty to the group had come from all of a sudden and you inwardly you blamed Nat and Clint’s years of influence.

Even though they hid it, they both had bleeding hearts.

The explosion came when you’d barely reached the doorway; it knocked you off of your feet and sent you rolling over. Groot and Rocket landed next to you and you rushed over to check that they were okay.
Quill and Gamora stumbled out of the doorway.
“What was that?” You hissed at Quill as he came to stand next to you, his hair was a mess and he looked freaked out.
“Something that can destroy a planet and I’ve been carrying it around in my bag!” He huffed and gestured wildly at the orb in Gamora’s hand before settling and looking you up and down, “Didn’t find your ride?”
Putting away your knife you slid your finger across your neck and his face paled but he didn’t get chance to ask you anything further as Rocket stormed up to you.
“Why do you still have that?” He pulled at his face.
“We have to give it to the Nova Core, maybe they can contain it.” Gamora told them and you vaguely remembered Thor having mentioned them before.
“We’re wanted by the Nova Core, just give it to Ronan!” Rocket argued, his voice getting higher.

“So he can destroy the Galaxy?!” Peter exacerbated.
“What are you, some saint all of a sudden?” Rocket snapped, “Just because you got a new Humie hanging around, stop trying to impress her!”
You raised your hand and ignored Quill’s slightly flushed face, “I may not fully understand what’s going on but I am in favour of the Galaxy not being destroyed.”

Rocket ignored you, “What’s the Galaxy ever done for you? Why do you want to save it?”
“Because I’m one of the idiots who lives in it!” Quill snapped.

Gamora pleaded with Quill to take it back to Nova but he suggested finding another seller. You quirked an eyebrow at him, you knew that he was implying that you take them to Asgard so that Thor could purchase it, Asgardian gold was highly valued – which was why you had a bundle at the bottom of the backpack.
Gamora snarled at him but as she turned to storm off the ships arrived and were greeted by a bellowing Drax.

“Isn’t he one of yours?” You asked Quill who groaned in response.

“Quill! Don’t you move boy!” A voice bellowed and your eyes found yet another blue man. Quill hissed a curse word and snatched your hand as you chased after Gamora.
You caught up to her as she bundled into a small pod and Quill stopped you, “I gotta get up there, you think you can stay out of trouble?”

You scoffed at him, “No, but I can be your cover on the ground.”  
He looked sceptical until you pulled him out of the way of enemy fire and stared at you wide eyed and accepting.


—-

Hissing every Russian curse word that Nat have ever taught you, and let’s face it that’s all she ever taught you, you thrashed against your captors as they carried you through the ship.

Or at least you let them think that you were struggling.
That was another trick that Nat had taught you.

When Yondu was told that his men had caught one of Earth’s Mightiest Heroes, he thought of one thing: how much money the ransom would fetch.
What he hadn’t expected was for the hero to be so unassuming and nor was he expecting Quill and Gamora both to stiffen and panic as the hero was thrown to the floor in front of them.

But damn did it make things more interesting.

Hitting the floor dramatically was something that Clint had taught you, not through choice but it was easy to copy the expressions that he gave when Nat threw him around on the mat during training.
“Y/N you good?” Quill’s voice was steady but you could sense something lingering in his tone, he had done something stupid, you could tell.

“So this is Y/N.” Yondu clicked his tongue and smirked, “I wouldn’t have let you use her as bargaining tool if I’d have known she was would be so easy to catch.”
Quill practically flinched as Yondu threw the statement out into the open.

That fucking asshole.
Who did he think he was?!

Heat flushed to your cheeks and your heart quickened, Clint had done a lot of work with you to help you combat your anger but sometimes you just couldn’t help it and unfortunately it was a close Ravenger to suffer.

You swung around and whipped your hand out and up letting your bracelet slip into its gauntlet form and with the added strength it gave you seized the closest man around the throat and lifted him high.

“I am no one’s bargaining chip.” You spoke slowly.
His hands scratched at the gauntlet but it didn’t waver, he whimpered and you didn’t need to look around to sense the weapons trained on you. Your captive squeaked, “He d-didn’t mean to, he was trying to find out if you were injured down on Nowhere.”
You shot Quill a small smile over your shoulder before focusing your attention on Yondu, “You seem to be the man in charge. Tell your men to put their weapons down for I’ll rip this guy’s lungs out.”

You jerked the guy in your hand for added effect and he squeaked. Yondu stared you down and you hoped that he’d make his decision soon, because this was heavy even with your gauntlet and you could feel the strain in your arm.
“Do these guys even have lungs?” You asked Quill.
You could picture his shrug without turning to face him, “They do, but not how you’d think. Yondu we need her for our plan.”

After another moment of deliberation Yondu nodded his head and when the men had lowered their weapons you dropped the man to the floor.

——-

As you moved back to Quill’s ship, Gamora caught your attention, “The Army that Loki used to attack Terra belonged to my father and what you did back there, I’m impressed.”
Unsure of the sincerity of her statement you raised a brow, “Should I be happy about that?”
Quill pouted, “Well I’ve never got it out of her.”

You gave him a cheeky grin, “That’s because you’re not impressive.”
Quill scowled at you and Gamora chuckled softly as she stalked further into the ship towards where Drax and the others waited for you.
When Quill slowed to a stop you joined him and for a moment you stood awkwardly in the hallway before eventually you decided to save him from wrestling with the words trapped on his tongue, “I forgive you for accidently bargaining me away to space pirates.”

He gave a low breathy laugh and looked up at you through his dishevelled hair, “Yeah I guess I did kind of do that didn’t I? I’m sorry.”
“It happens.” You shrugged because it did; Tony Stark had managed to accidently do it twice. For a genius he was an idiot.

His hand caught yours and squeezed it reassuringly, “I mean it, I’ll get you out of this. If we survive this and the Galaxy is still in one piece then I’ll drop you straight off at Asgard, I’ll even take you right up to Thor’s front door.”

You smiled and, you still never knew what possessed you to be so bold, you reached up to push his hair back, “I know you will, not even Ronan would be brave enough to fight the famed Star Lord.”
He grinned at your comment and brought his hand up to cover yours and guide it down to his cheek so that he could kiss your palm gently.

An oddly soft gesture from an outlaw badass that made you swoon.


Hope you guys liked this, just had the idea knocking around for a while.

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Wait if u have a lot of fics you want to read do u think u could rec some? I'm lost for what voltron fics to read and I want to start somewhere (I'm good for every ship but shidge honestly) thanks in advance!

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A large portion of it is gonna be Klance cause i haven’t really found any other ones that I thought were interesting. Even being a multishipper, you still can’t find good ones of other ships besides the most popular ;w;

I’m also gonna give you the ones I have read cause I don’t wanna give you a fic rec and have you go in blindly not knowing what to expect from one of the fics.

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Recovery

It’s been 2 weeks since Star left Earth.

Marco sat alone in his room, sulking over the loss of his best friend. He hadn’t spoken to Jackie since the party. In fact, he hadn’t really spoken to anyone.

He spent most of his time thinking. Mostly thinking about Star. What she meant to him. What he meant to her.

She left him here. She said she had feelings for him, and then she abandoned him. She didn’t even give him time to respond.

Now she’s gone, and from the looks of it, she’s not coming back.

He thought back to their time together. Was it obvious? Should he have known? They were definitely close. They did pretty much everything together. They even shared the bathroom while the other showered.

Marco blushed.

Thinking about it, that was mostly something married couples on TV did.

Then there was the concert. Star had been acting weird the whole time. Especially after their duet. Then she sort of just disappeared.

And nobody knew who was lying at that sleepover…

So maybe it was obvious. Marco chastised himself for the hundredth time since her absence. He was such an oblivious idiot.

What would he have done about it? He’d never considered Star as more than just a friend.

Okay, that wasn’t entirely true. There was the time he crashed her dance with Tom. She looked gorgeous in that dress.

Of course, he was a teenage boy as well. A teenage boy living right down the hall from a beautiful teenage girl. But he had those dreams about lots of people. They didn’t mean anything, right?

He sighed to himself. It didn’t matter anyway. She was gone.

A soft voice snapped him out of his thoughts.

“Marco, honey, are you alright in there? We haven’t heard from you in quite a while.”

“Yeah, mom, I’m fine. I’m just tired.”

He wasn’t completely lying. All this thinking and worrying was exhausting.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

“I… I don’t know. Not really.”

Angie Diaz crept through the door and sat down at the edge of Marco’s bed. She placed her hand on his shoulder, rubbing it with her thumb as she let out a sigh.

“I know this has been difficult for you Marco, but you really must open up to someone. You’ve spent 2 weeks laying in bed. I’m pretty sure you haven’t eaten in 3 days. Letting the pain fester in you will only make you feel worse.”

Marco curled up a little tighter.

“She didn’t even give me a chance to say goodbye.” He started to tear up. He had tried so hard not to cry. He just couldn’t hold it back any longer.

Angie reached down and hugged Marco tight.

“I know, honey.”

Marco cried for what seemed to him like several hours. He clutched his mother tight and let eveything go. Every bit of anger, confusion, fear, anxiety, and loss. He drained himself of all his pent up emotions.

When he finally calmed down, he pulled himself loose and looked down at his feet, sniffling.

“What do I do now?”

He wasn’t asking anybody in particular. He just put it out into the universe in the hopes that someone would answer him. Today was his lucky day.

A mob of laser puppies came tumbling in through the door and crashed into Marco’s nightstand. The resulting collision knocked the drawer loose, spilling its contents all over the floor. Among them was a certain pair of scissors.

Marco reached down and grabbed his dimensional scissors. A determined look crept across his face.

“Mom, is it okay if I leave for a while? I don’t know when I’ll be back.”

Angie looked at her son, completely lost.

“What are you talking about? Where are you going?”

Marco held up the scissors, the light reflecting the inscription of his name.

“I earned these dimensional scissors from a lady named Hekapoo. I’m going to Mewni. I have to find Star.”

Suddenly understanding, Angie could only nod in response. She couldn’t stop him. He was determined. She stood up and gave Marco one more hug.

“I want you to be safe. Don’t do anything stupid just because she likes you.”

Marco laughed.

“You know who you’re talking to, right?”

They hugged for a while longer. Then, Marco stepped back, tore a portal in space, waved goodbye, and stepped through.

Stepping onto the lush green grass of Mewni, Marco took a deep breath. He still didn’t have an answer for Star, but that didn’t matter right now. He could think about it on the way.

For now, he had to find his best friend.