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The Ten Types of Supernatural Episode:  an Illustrated Guide.

1.  The Generic:

This is the kind of episode fandom veterans fondly refer to as “Old School Supernatural.”  Features a 70s rock soundtrack, a classic (yet in hindsight, relatively nonthreatening) ghost or monster, comically bad special effects, and body horror.  Probably from season one. 

Examples:  “Wendigo,” “Bloody Mary,” “Bugs.”    

2.  The Classic:

Not to be confused with the Generic, the Classic is the kind of episode that everybody remembers and everybody loves.  It’s infinitely quotable, carefully toes the line between hilarious and absurd, and is still frequently blogged about even if it came out 7+ years ago.  Almost definitely features Gabriel. 

Examples:  “Tall Tales,” “Mystery Spot,” “Changing Channels.”

3.  The Life Changer:

Once you see this episode, you will never be the same.  Whether it introduces a beloved character, kills them, or raises them from the dead, the Life Changer is the episode that either sends you into a downward spiral of unhealthy obsession, or merely accelerates it.

Examples:  “Lazarus Rising,” “Abandon All Hope,” “Lucifer Rising.”

4.  The Black Comedy:

Though much of Supernatural revolves around a unique cocktail of horror and humor, the Black Comedy is almost impossible to miss.  From famine-induced cannibalism, to a would-be antichrist, to a killer pagan Santa Clause, the humor of these episodes is darker than Batman’s worst nightmares and probably at least twice as depressing, yet manages to be oddly magical all the same.

Examples:  “Yellow Fever,” “My Bloody Valentine,” “A Very Supernatural Christmas.”

5.  The Crack Fic: 

These are the episodes whose only real purpose is to make you wonder if Supernatural is some kind of elaborate fever dream.  Neither advance the plot nor provide much further insight into its characters, but still entertaining in terms of pure absurdity. 

Examples:  “Man’s Best Friend with Benefits,” “It’s a Dog Dean Afternoon,” most of season seven.  

6.  The WELL-WRITTEN Crack Fic:

Despite having the same brand surreal absurdity of the Crack Fic, the WELL-WRITTEN Crack Fic not only serves to further character development, but will also tug at your heartstrings, make you laugh, and very likely make you cry. 

Examples:  “Monster Movie,” “Sam, Interrupted,” “Hunteri Heroici.”

7.  The Meta Fiction: 

Some shows break the fourth wall, but this one comes at it with a sledgehammer.  From directly addressing the fandom and its terminology to the show itself, the Meta Fiction episode is usually surprisingly enjoyable and well-done, if you can get past the sheer mindfuck of it.

Examples:  “Fanfiction,” “The French Mistake,” “Don’t Call me Shurley.” 

8.  The Tearjerker: 

This one specializes in one thing and one thing only, and that is emotionally destroying you.  May disguise itself as other kinds of episodes, like the Crack Fic and the Meta Fiction, before swiftly and efficiently moving in for the kill.

Examples:  “the Rapture,” “After School Special,” “the Man Who Would be King.”   

9.  The Tragedy Porn:

Do you enjoy watching your favorite characters suffer and die horribly for no particular reason?  No?  Well in that case, you picked the wrong show, my friend.  From the heart wrenching pain of Dean being forced to kick a newly-human Cas out of the bunker, to the soul-destroying injustices that were Kevin and Charlie, the Tragedy Porn is an episode that exists for no other reason than to make you want to crawl into a hole and die.

Examples:  “I’m No Angel,” “Dark Dynasty,” “Rock and a Hard Place.”

10.  The Grand Finale: 

The Tearjerker, made ten times worse with the addition of “Carry on my Wayward Son” and a cliffhanger ending.  Specializes in metaphorically ripping your heart out, making you sob like a pre-adolescent girl, and psyching you up for the next season, no matter how emotionally exhausted you may already be.

 Examples:  “No Rest For the Wicked,” “The Man Who Knew Too Much,” “Swan Song.”  

✍ Finally, an ask-meme for writers! ✍
  • 01: When did you first start writing?
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  • 39: What’s the weirdest story idea you’ve ever had?
  • 40: Which is your favorite original character, and why?
  • 41: What do you do when characters don’t follow the outline?
  • 42: Do you enjoy making your characters suffer?
  • 43: Have you ever killed a main character?
  • 44: What’s the weirdest character concept you’ve ever come up with?
  • 45: What’s your favorite character name?
  • 46: Describe your perfect writing space.
  • 47: If you could steal one character from another author and make then yours, who would it be and why?
  • 48: If you could write the next book of any series, which one would it be, and what would you make the book about?
  • 49: If you could write a collaboration with another author, who would it be and what would you write about?
  • 50: If you could live in any fictional world, which would it be?

I feel for Shinichi a little too much in this arc. 

1. This is the first time he consumed the anti-dote twice in a short span of time, consecutively. To feel your bones melting more than once in a week is…??

2. I’m sure he planned on kissing Ran from the get go, but then Heiji’s voice change fiasco happened. It caught him off guard. Now, he is unsure how to initiate the kiss. 

3. Realising his worst fear when he sees that photograph of Ran with Okita; I know it’s a joke (he probably knows it on some level too), but I’m sure he is having his darkest nightmares realised that Ran is ‘moving on’.

4. Not being able to concentrate enough to do what he is good at: deduction.

Shin’s going to need a long bed rest after the arc. There, there, you are doing your best. 

what I found in you | 01

Originally posted by jkguks

jungkook x reader slight angst, smut

12,820 words

a/n: remember that time i posted a long list of fic ideas n stuff i was writing and this wasn’t on it? oops! this was originally gonna be a oneshot but things got way out of hand so, please forgive me for taking two months to write a 12K part one, i know i’m garbage. the next part will have a lot more angst so prepare yourselves, and once again thx @mysoftae this would never have come to fruition without you ;(

~ in which your ridiculously hot, annoying brat of a roommate keeps you up at all hours of the night, takes up all your space, is essentially trying to ruin your life, and is intent on sticking his dick in you


     You had always liked living alone.

     There were no one’s dishes to wash but your own, you could play your music as loud as you wanted, the only person you had to worry about your cat liking was yourself, nobody could complain about what spices you stunk up the place with, and most importantly, you never had to wear pants.

     You would have been content to live alone for the rest of your sad, lonely life enjoying nothing but those small pleasures.

     Then one day there was Jeon Jungkook, on his knees, hands clasped beneath his chin, looking up at you with those wide, glittering brown eyes of his. Maybe you would have said no if he hadn’t been blocking you up against the door to the library, if there hadn’t been a line of people building up behind him complaining about the two of you being in their way, if he actually would have moved when you grabbed his shoulder and tried to shove him to the side with all of your strength. That kid had been working out a little too much.

     Also, he was begging. That might have had something to do with it.

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Dan + Blair » Almost

Amazing ficlet written by bnaz

The livestream flickered shut and uneasiness settled in Carmilla’s stomach.

As little as she knew about Betty Crocker, her behaviour just didn’t sit well, and she replayed the last few seconds of that livestream, trying to stitch the pieces together. The slight tilt of Perry’s head, the piercing yet strangely knowing stare, the condescending “dear”, the low pitched voice, the-

Dear.

The penny dropped.

She suddenly saw long, slender fingers caressing her cheek. She saw stern gray eyes and a menacing grin exposing sharp teeth. Then, she saw Laura with that necklace. And Carmilla knew.

“Laura,” she shot up and ran as fast as she could, bumping against a few unexpected walls along the way. She ran through dark, tight tunnels and humid corridors, and past bookshelves she was sure she’d seen at least twice already. She tripped on scattered books and nearly slipped on damp pages long forgotten on whatever corner of hell she was in. When she ran violently against a wall and fell backwards, Carmilla knew she had reached a dead end. She got up and pressed her now scraped palms against the cold stone, her chest rose and fell quickly as the feeling of dread overloaded her senses and, suddenly, her lungs required more oxygen than she could provide.

“Laura!” Carmilla shouted and her hands balled into fists.

She glanced back, seeing the same corridor she had seen countless times before, and the feeling of dread quickly morphed into raw panic.

“LAURA!” She turned to the wall and banged her fists against the stone, hitting it over and over again while continuously shouting Laura’s name. She knew she wasn’t strong enough to break through the wall, she knew she was trapped in there because someone wanted her to stay put, because someone knew she’d save Laura no matter what, and that just wouldn’t do.

As thick drops of blood trickled down her wrist, the realisation that Laura now thought Carmilla had given up on her crept into her brain and she could do nothing but hit that wall and call for her, feeling guilt and fear and panic all rolled up into the tears that now coated her cheeks, and the blood that now stained the ground as evidence of her own defeat.

Link discovers pattern recognition
  • Me: Guess what time it is?
  • Link: Dinner?
  • Me: Better! BRUSHING TIME!
  • Link: NOOOOOOOOO NOT THE BRUSH THAT STEALS THE FLUFF I NEEDS THE FLUFF.
  • Me: Summer is coming. You do not need the fluff.
  • (Epic battle commences: Cat V. Brushing)
  • Link: FREEEEDOM.
  • Me: Oh, for pete's sake. Fine. Who wants a treat?
  • Misty: Me!
  • Link: Treats?
  • (Link returns for treats, promptly gets brushed)
  • Link: NOOOO IT WAS A TRAAAAAAP.
  • Misty: I got treats. Enjoy your suffering.
  • Link: RUNNING AWAY FOREVER I HATE YOU AND WILL NEVER TRUST YOU AGAIN.
  • Me: Who wants a treat?
  • Link: Treats?!?
  • (repeat three times more, like a children's song with a particularly annoying chorus)
  • Link: (stopping short of the treats) Wait. Something about this seems... Familiar. And bad. But... Treats... (reaches out with a paw and snags a treat) HAHA! I WIN! YOU'LL NEVER-
  • Misty: (walks in front of him and eats all his treats)
Morning After - GRAY

Originally posted by alittlepessimistic


 Alcohol running through her body, her heart beating to the rhythm of whatever song the DJ was playing, body moving on its own, and a pair of eyes watching her every move with hunger and a trail of jealousy. Soon enough, plump lips were attached to hers, kissing her feverishly and sucking the breath out of her lungs, then moving down to her neck to bring out of her lips sweet and tormented moans, which he always longed to hear from her, but never had the chance to.

 The stranger’s lips were still attached to her collarbone as they made their way stumbling into a bedroom which was unknown to her, this being her smallest problem at the moment. The room soon got filled with their hot, pleasure-filled moans and groans echoing throughout his bedroom. 


 In the morning she was woken up by the feeling of unbearable hotness. Opening her eyes, she couldn’t recognize the room she was in. Looking carefully around the room, tightly holding the duvet to her chest, her eyes finally landing on a photograph on the bedside table next to her, eyes going wide in shock as she recognized the man next to a beautiful, long-haired woman. On the second picture, the same couple was kissing. Her heart broke to thousands of pieces as memories from the previous night crept into her mind, remembering how the man from those pictures held her, kissed her, how he made her feel, how he whispered sweet nothings into her ear, and how they made passionate love just a few hours prior. 

 She buried her face in her palms as memories from her teenage years came back and the feelings she had had for the man who was still sleeping beside her in the king-sized bed, the same man she had been in love with for several years, the man who had stolen her first kiss then a week after he had announced his relationship with some other girl. It took her quite some time to get over him. Just how did she end up in his bed? 

 Not wanting to be caught by him in his apartment when he wakes up, she slowly got out of his bed, gathered her clothes, got dressed up, and after opening some doors she found the bathroom. Splashing cold water on her face, she looked into the mirror. Her reflection was all but joyous. Dark circles under her eyes threatened to flood her face (which was contorted because of her broken heart) with salty tears. 

 As she was about to leave the bathroom her eyes caught the sight of a sticky note on the side of the mirror:   

  I won’t see you ‘till the wedding ceremony on Saturday. I can’t wait to become your wifey. Love you!

The traces of her lips coated with red lipstick on the right down side of the note made her hate red lipstick even more than she already did.

 She felt like her insides were on fire, she had to get out of that apartment, she felt suffocated in there. She couldn’t look into his eyes, actually, she couldn’t look anyone in the eye in that moment. She felt dirty, like a whore. How could she sleep with a man who was about to get married in a few days? Why was life punishing her like this? Whatever god was above, must have hated her a lot.

 As she opened the door exiting the bathroom she silently prayed for the man to be still deep asleep.

 Her hopes came crashing down when she bumped into Sunghwa’s chest and if it weren’t for his quick reflex she would’ve ended up on the floor and with a bad headache.

 He held her close to his chest deeply staring into her wide eyes. She cursed in her head when she realized where she was and how close his lips were to hers, memories of their hot night once again flooding her mind, blinding her for a second.

 She brought her hands up to his chest and pushed him away as reality hit her and realized what compromising position they were in. Taking a few steps away from him, she walked towards the door looking for her purse and hoping he wouldn’t follow her.

 "Where are you going?“ Sunghwa grabbed her hand. She looked back and met his questioning eyes which were holding some sadness, and desperation, maybe. She didn’t plan on finding out.

 Pulling her hand out of his grip in a swift movement she continued her way toward the door. “I asked something,” he was getting annoyed, however, her pain was stronger than to care about him.

 She turned back, “What do you expect me to do?” She looked at him expectantly, “I don’t plan on waiting till your girlfriend, oh wait, your soon-to-be wife comes and kicks me out calling me names,” the pain and hurt in her eyes killed him. He didn’t plan their first meeting to be like this.

 Ever since their first kiss at a gazebo he couldn’t forget how his heart had been beating the whole time, how her eyes had been shining in the moonlight, ha had wanted back then to confess his love but as always, he had been a coward and never followed his heart.

 Her words hurt him, at the same time he couldn’t imagine how hurt she must’ve been. His eyes were inspecting the rug beneath his feet as he tried to find the right words. “What?! Kitty got your tongue?” She asked sarcastically. “ Man up, Sunghwa!” She yelled at him.

 "Give me a chance,“ his voice was barely audible as he looked up at her with fear in his eyes.

 "Tsk…” she couldn’t believe her ears. “A chance, Sunghwa?” She grabbed his chin to direct his gaze to her face, “you’re a few years late,” though her voice was sad, she was determined not to let him lure her in.

 "Coward!“ She looked at him with rage and pity in her eyes. “How dare you ask me for a chance when you’re getting married in a few days?” She looked at him with disappointment.

 His eyes were yet again cast downwards, “How about the woman you’re supposed to love more than your own life? What about her?” She knew she was going overboard, yet she couldn’t help her anger, “Do you plan on keeping me as your side hoe?” Her face contorted at the thought, she was hurting herself more than him at this point.

 "Don’t say that,“ he begged silently, “I’ll call down the wedding if you give me a chan…” her hand came in contact with his face before she could give it a second thought. Her eyes went wide at the sound of her powerful slap, “Sorry…” she wanted to caress his red cheek when he softly grabbed her hand and pulled it to his lips, pressing a soft kiss on the back of her hand.

 "I deserved it,“ he looked at her in agony, “I did wrong. I should’ve been a man, I should’ve made you mine when I had the chance,” his quite confession was like a dagger, “just a moment ago…” he looked at her with sincerity trying to convince her of his honesty, “I was serious, though. I’d call down the wedding without a second thought.”

 Yet again, she couldn’t believe the nonsense coming out of his mouth, “Get your head out of your ass before I smack you again,” she ordered. “I’m not the same teenage girl anymore, Sunghwa. I don’t care what would you do if I asked you,” she looked at him with determination, “you’ve made the choice to marry her, don’t you dare to go back on your word cause I swear to whatever god there’s above I’ll kill you,” she scolded him like a mum does with her child.

 ”Did you have fun playing with me? Cause it was not a freaking game to me, Sunghwa! What do you think about me?” he didn’t seem to have an answer to her question. “Don’t you dare play with me! I slept with you because I was drunk. Do you think you’re the only man I slept with?” He didn’t want to know the answer to that question. 

 She was on the verge of crying, “If I was her, I wouldn’t want to marry you after what you’ve just said. It hurts that you used me in my weak moment to get me in your bed for your selfish thoughts and needs. A few years ago I would’ve given anything and everything to have you, but that’s in the past,” her arms fell to her sides as she once again went towards the exit. 

 “Don’t look for me,” she said without turning back.

 He fell on his knees the moment the door got shut behind her. He knew he did wrong, he knew that a one night stand wasn’t the right way to get her back… oh, wait, she didn’t want to be with him. She moved on. She did what he always thought to be impossible for him: moving on.


Author’s Note: Something that was on my mind ever since I had started writing Morning After - Simon (it was originally supposed to be a Gray scenario, ended up being a Simon scenario - I love that side of writing) 
This ended up being angst for @iamlisteningtotherainsound had kindly asked me “to make them suffer” 
Enjoy your reading and don’t be afraid to leave feedback! ^^ - J

Good Times | Veronica Lodge

You finally meet the infamous Veronica Lodge during your shift at Pop’s, and you guys hit it off to say the very least. Veronica Lodge x female!reader

Originally posted by profoundmischeifmaker


You were a waitress at the infamous Pop’s Chock'lit Shoppe in Riverdale. It was the go to spot in a town with very little to do, which is why the business was doing so well.

And you loved your job. You got to talk to your friends, many of who came by on a nightly basis, and got to keep all of your tips. It was usually only yourself, Pop, and Hermione working, the older woman giving off weird vibes so you tended to stay away from her.

Your favorite part, however, was talking to Jughead Jones. He was Pop’s most frequent customer. When he wasn’t at school, he was at Pop’s. And he always had a burger or fries in front of him, much of his food being on the house because Pop enjoyed the boy’s presence so much. He was like the restaurants personal, brooding mascot.

When business was slow or you were on break, you’d spend much of your town in the Jughead’s booth, talking with him as he wrote his true crime novel. Often times he would ignore you as you rambled, but you were fine with that. It was like having a diary without the risk of someone finding it and peaking inside.

When Jughead was in the mood to talk, it was almost always about his novel. Or Betty Cooper. Jughead would sometimes run lines that he wasn’t sure enough by you for his novel-or have you talk things through with him when he hit a rough patch. You were known around school as a pretty good writer, having written for the Blue and Gold before it shut down. You were one of the few whose opinion he really trusted.

You didn’t talk much in school, however. Having a completely different set of classes and not sharing a lunch. When you passed each other in the halls, little more than a nod or a small smile would be sent in the other’s direction. Something you were both fine with.

It was a Friday night, and Pop’s was practically empty - aside from you, Jughead, and an older couple getting ready to walk out the door.

You had already wiped down the counters and locked the register, and decided to join Jughead. He was typing away on his laptop as per usual, but you weren’t exactly in the mood to talk anyways. You had a splitting headache and an hour left in your shift. All you needed was a chocolate shake and a seat.

You sat down across from the beanie clad boy, sending him a small smile when he looked up from his laptop. You sipped from your shake and put your head down, praying for the ache to go away.

You lifted your head when the boy tapped lightly on it, a smirk painted on his lips. He was enjoying your suffering, you could tell. He handed you a bottle of aspirin and his half drank water bottle.

“Thank you,” you mumbled, taking two of the pills and taking another sip of your now partially melted shake.

“Any time.” He chuckled, taking a swig of the water, returning back to his novel.

You rested your head against the cool table, ignoring the ringing of the diner’s bell. Whoever it was could wait, you decided. Hermione would be in soon anyways.

You heard the shuffle of footsteps and the distinct clank of heels stop and you an Jughead’s table, though you didn’t even bother opening your eyes. Maybe they would think you were sleeping if your acting was good enough.

“Who might this be?” You heard a prim and proper voice ask, obviously directing the question to the boy across from you.

You swore you heard Jughead roll his eyes. Though maybe that was just how well you knew him. “This is Y/N. She works with your mom, who I’m sure has talked about her a hundred times.” He responded in a monotonous voice.

“I believe what I meant to ask was: what the hell is she doing here with you?” The obviously sassy girl questioned, and still you couldn’t be bothered to open your eyes.

“What Veronica meant to ask was, do you have room for us in your booth?” A sweeter voice asked. You already knew that it was Betty Cooper. Where there was a V, B followed closely behind you had learned.

“Or is this the loner version of a date? You typing away on your laptop and y/n barely conscious. Romantic.”

Jughead sent a swift and shocking kick to your shin causing you to sit up and hiss, rather loudly you might add. He was apparently done entertaining your two guests.

“Asshole.” You grunted, massaging the now probably bruising skin.

“Okay, so not a date.” Veronica concluded, sliding into the seat next to you. “I’m Veronica Lodge.” She grinned, holding her hand out for you to shake. A hand that had more poise then your entire being in complete honesty.

“Y/F/N Y/L/N.” You replied, shaking her hand with a raised brow.

You sent Betty a small smile, having talked to her a bit at school, her seeking your advice for reopening the Blue and Gold. She had even offered you a spot on the paper, but you declined in order to take another shift at Pop’s. You could use the money.

You returned your gaze to your now completely melted shake, grimacing at the luke-warm drink. You excused yourself from the table, apologizing to Veronica who had to move from her seat.

“I’m gonna make myself another. Can I get you two anything?”

“One strawberry and one vanilla shake please.” Veronica ordered, sending you a sweet smile. One that you’d admit did stir up a weird feeling in your belly. You dismissed it as symptoms from your passing migraine.

You walked to the counter, dusting off your skirt and getting to work. You quickly whipped up three shakes - purposefully leaving Jughead out for injuring your shin.

When you returned to the table Veronica already had her eyes on you, specifically the exposed skin that your uniform left bare. She had a devious smirk painted on her berry colored lips, her back now pressed against the window in your booth.

You placed the shakes down in-front of their rightful owners. You tossed Jughead a straw, your eyes going between him and Betty’s shake with a smirk. If he wanted a drink he could share. You were petty like that.

Veronica went to hand you a twenty dollar bill to pay for the drinks. You put your hand over hers, gesturing for the girl to keep her money. “It’s on the house.” You insisted.

Veronica bit her lip, eyeing you then the drink. “If you insist.” She shrugged, taking a big sip from her strawberry shake while watching you drink from yours.

Veronica was taken from you and you’d shared less then 100 words with the girl. The way you carried yourself was much different from anyone that she’d ever met and it intrigued her. If you could get Jughead Jones to open up to you Veronica was positive you could do literally anything.

Including making her own heart skip a few beats.

You continued conversing with the teens, grinning at Jughead whenever his eyes lit up from hearing Betty talk. You had never seen the boy crushing so hard before. It made you smile for sure.

Meanwhile you yourself were experiencing some feelings towards the brunette beside you. She was not your usual type at all. Veronica was much more sophisticated then you usually went for, and here you were blushing like a mad woman every time her gaze dropped to your lips, or her leg brushed up against yours under the table.

When Hermione entered Pop’s to take over your shift, you decided.

“I’m gonna head out.” You told the group, snapping Betty and Jughead from their little haze. You reached over and grabbed your jacket and purse from beside Veronica. Jughead sent you a small wave and Betty smiled at you.

“I’ll walk you out.” Veronica grinned, grabbing her own jacket and slipping it over her shoulders.

You waited for her to stand up, falling in step with the clank of her heels against the tile floor.

“I had a good time talking with you tonight.” Veronica said with a soft smile. “I wish we could’ve done this sooner. You would’ve been a great ally for my first day.”

You laughed lightly, holding the door open for the now blushing girl. “Well we know each other now and that’s all that matters”, you assured.

“Well maybe, now, we can get to know each other even better.” She grinned, holding out a slip of paper with her number written in a neat scrawl.

“I’d like that very much.” You replied, taking the paper from between her perfectly manicured fingers. You tucked the slip of paper in the pocket of your uniform, brushing loose strands of hair from in front of your eyes.

When you looked up Veronica’s eyes were still on you, a smile smile still painted on her berry colored lips. She leaned in a placed a soft kiss on your cheek, no doubt leaving a lipstick stain on the skin, not that you minded of course. “I’ll see you on Monday.” She giggled, walking back into the restaurant.

You could see Betty jumping up to meet the girl, having obviously watched your interaction from her and Jughead’s booth. It was the first time in a while that you were actually excited for school.

anonymous asked:

You enjoy your character suffering...I've noticed artists of many kinds will usually put their pain into their art. Is this why you like to watch ink suffer? (Sorry for anon I'm scared you'll take it the wrong way and get mad)

Perhaps I do yes, because I burned my left thumb that I use to draw, and I’m suffering, so

Ink won’t be allowed to use his left hand for days MUAHAHAHAoh right he’s ambidextrous

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Let’s eat

Summary: You have some hickeys from the morning but you have to go out eating with your boyfriend JB an the rest of the members.
Genre: Fluff
Length: 1k

This morning had been great. More than great actually. But the aftermath was a bit annoying to say the least. The purple marks all over your neck, trailing from your jaw to your collarbones were very visible. Too visible. They were deep red-purple and were scattered all over your skin.  “Shit! Babe, they don’t want to go away!” Your boyfriend walks in the door and places his chin on your shoulder with a smug grin.

 “I am sorry but also I’m really not.” You smile and push him away. He laughs after you as you walk out of the bathroom. You walk to the freezer and take out two icecubes and place them on your skin. The ice is so cold and immediately melts when it touches you. It isn’t a pleasant feeling but it had to be done. You had a pretty official dinner with his friends so you couldn’t just throw a sweater over top either. After a bit, you take the icecubes off. “And? How does it look?” Jaebum looks at you and then smirks.

“Still there. I think you might have made it worse.” “Don’t say that.” He walks over and pulls you close. “Why do you mind them so much anyway? They just show everyone that you are my girlfriend. Is that so bad?” You look up at him. “No, they show everyone that we had pretty rough sex this morning and I would rather not have all your friends know that.” He kisses your lips softly and then places a kiss on your nose.

“Well, you better hurry up then, because we only have 15 minutes left.” You look up at the clock. Oh shit! Running into the bathroom again, you take out your concealer and put on a thick layer. You could still see them, but it kinda helped hide the hickeys. You tug your dress down a bit, and look at yourself for the last time. “Okay,  let’s go.” you shout at JB, who is waiting at the door. As he grabs your hand and walks out, you sigh. Please, don’t let them see. 

The door of the restaurant opened for you and you walk in, hand in hand, and walk over to the table. It seemed you weren’t the last ones, wich was good. As your boyfriend was the leader of the group, it would be pretty inapropriate to be the last anyway. The two youngest boys, Yugyeom and BamBam were already nicely on time, sitting on their chairs impatiently waiting for the food. Also, Jinyoung and Jackson were there already. 

As you walk over to the table, JB squeezes your hand softly, making you relax just a little bit. You greet them with a bow and sit down on the chair JB had pulled out for you. They all look up at you but then look back to the menu. JB sits down next to you and rests his hand on your knee. After a second, a grin appears on Jackson’s face as he looks back at you. You sip from your glass as you read the menucard. 

“What seems tasty to you, Y/N?” Jackson’s voice breaks the silence. You look up at him, he still staring at you with a big grin. The rest of the table still reading the menucard. “I don’t really know yet.” “You know, JB doesn’t seem very hungry.” he says, making everyone now look up to turn to him. “I think he might have been eating something else earlier.” 

Your face flushes bright red at his words, and you look down at the menu, all the eyes on the table now turning to you and Jaebum. All of a sudden, BamBam gasps. “Y/N, what is that in your neck. Did you hurt yourself?” Yugyeom asks innocently, making you look up at him. “I’m fine, Yugyeom.” you say, your voice soft and hoarse. 

BamBam leans forward to take a closer look and then starts laughing. “Oh my God, JB. The poor girl.” Your face flushes even brighter red, making everyone except innocent Yugyeom laugh. Jinyoung, who is sitting to your right, throws his hand over your shoulder. “I feel bad for you.” he grins. You look down and hide your face in your menucard. JB just looks at you and smiles. He was clearly proud of his work, but you felt like dying. 

“Seems like she didn’t mind it though.” Jackson shouts out, making you look back up at him with wide eyes. Everyone is dying laughing, except for you and Yugyeom, who is still trying to figure out the source of everyone’s fun. BamBam leans over to him and whispers something is Yugyeom’s ear and the boy then starts blushing. “Doesn’t it hurt, Y/N?” he asks shyly. You shake your head, barely visible, and then look over at JB, who was enjoying your suffering. 

Now the restaurant door opens and Mark and Youngjae walk in, appologising and greeting everyone. Everyone is still laughing at you though. Mark bends down to kiss your cheek when he spots the purple marks on your skin. A huge smile appears on his face as he looks over at JB. “So, JB, how was your day?” JB looks up at him, still smiling. “It was pretty great actually.” You turn back around and stare into nothing, praying for some help.

As the waiter comes over, everyone sits back down and calms down, each ordering nicely. As soon as the waiter leaves, Jackson turns to you and grins widely. “Jaebum ordered the salmon, but only because you weren’t on the menu.” “Jackson!” you squeak, making everyone turn back at you and laugh. It was obvious you were never going to hear the end of it. JB squeezes your hand under the table, drawing a heart on the back of your hand. You know what? It was alright, because your boyfriend was right next to you.

This life, part 7

Pairing: Loki and Reader

Word Count: 5180 (I couldn’t stop)

Warning: This chapter is darker than all the others.  Language, violence, nonconsensual touching, threats of rape.

Part 1  part 2  part 3 part 4  part 5  part 6

It was difficult to measure how much time had passed since you had been in this confinement.  There we no windows or natural light in this room… cell… whatever it may be.  Meals were brought infrequently so that was of no assistance.  The collar around your neck had rendered your abilities of no use. Your body was growing weak with thirst and hunger.  By now, you knew your friends would be searching for you but the way time was drawing on it felt as though you were slipping from their grasp.  How would they find you with no information on who had taken you?  The uniforms were unfamiliar and none had spoken to you since you awoke here.

You had searched the entire room for any sign of weakness but the stone of the floors and walls were solid.  The door to the cell was rudimentary with metal bars that were unbendable.  Trying for hours that first day had proven that. Just as you found out that when you touched the collars to remove it would send a painful jolt throughout your body. After trying for an hour and passing out from the pain you decided it wise not to continue further.

The only thing you were able to do now was stare at the ceiling in between naps on the cold floor. You did not bother moving now when one of them would bring your food plate.  It had been ten meals since you stop trying to get information from whomever brought it that time.  They seemed to be on rotations as it was never the same person who brought them twice in a row.  Every fourth meal the rotation would start again in the same order.  Therefore, there was some organization to it all. You could hear the boot steps coming again.  Heavy on the stone, so that it echoed for nearly one minute before approaching the door.

Not moving from your position on the ground, you continued your silence and stare.  “Get up.”

The sound of a voice was almost startling.  You had not expected it.  Neither were you expecting the different face of the man who stood in the doorway of the cell.  He had not been here before that you could recall that but the voice was one you heard the night you were taken.  The man commanded the others to hold you while he placed the collar.  “I said up now!  If wish another shock from that thing, keep lying there.”

Wanting to avoid that pain again, you stood slowly, having to use the wall to brace yourself.  He laughed low, as though he was enjoying your suffering.  Once you stood fully you found how stiff and sore your body truly was.  Not using parts and muscles that were normally so active was wearing on your system, as was the lack of proper sustenance.  “Walk to the door. You get to meet your new Lord tonight.”

That did not sound like an offer you wanted to take, but at this moment you needed out of the cell to see what you could make of this place.  You did not fight or speak a word.  There would be no begging from your lips this day or any other.  His hand gripped your upper arm forcefully, enough that would show bruising in time, dragging you down the many corridors. There were so many doors to other cells. Most were empty save for a few men that you could see.  

Ascending stairs brought you and your captor out of the prisons, which must have been well below ground for the temperature, was much warmer here at the surface.  The light of the sun hurt your eyes forcing them shut as he continued pulling you towards the destination.  Several minutes passed before you were able to see clearly once more. During that time, it was impossible to tell how many turns and doors you had gone through.  The man never slowed his pace, or faltered in his duty to present you to this “Lord”.

From what you could see, this structure was well built but much smaller than the palace of Asgard. The hallways more narrow, less opulence, set up for easy fortification.  That would make it difficult for an attack, or a rescue…

He stopped abruptly in front of set of doors guarded by two large men with glaives.  They bowed their heads to the man, opening the doors to a small feasting hall.  There were a few men scattered about eating and drinking with serving girls scurrying to bring what was required.  Towards the back of the hall, there was a dark wooden throne on a dais.  Sat upon that throne was a rather large man with dark hair, he gazed over those before him with a drink in hand.  With the opening of the doors, he looked in your direction.    You could see the sneer from where you stood. He beckoned the pair of you closer. Of course the man with the grip of death on your arm complied dragged you with him towards the throne.  

The stale air of the hall reeked of sour ale and sweat.  This place was not the palace of Asgard.  “Finally our lovely visitor is ready to meet her new master.”  

“I am no visitor nor are you my master of any sorts.  I am [Y/N] of Asgard.  As I will always be.”  The grip on your arm tightened but the man on the throne laughed.

“The fire that burns within her eyes, it is quite captivating.  I know who you are.  Your name is known throughout many realms.  It was better luck of ours that you appeared, giving yourself to save a girl.  So valiant… but that is to be expected of a warrior of your skill.”  The dull brown of his eyes looked as mud and the pink of the deep scar across his cheek was still healing.  He was a warrior or portrayed himself as one.

As much as you wanted to speak and spew the most vile things, the better part of your mind took over to encourage you to keep your silence.  The man studied you further, causing a sensation of something unclean to wash over you.  “You are worth far more than these dirty maids.  By far the finest of any we have acquired.  Come sit with your Lord, so that you learn who you will serve.”  

You were thrown forward landing at his feet.  The skin of your palms scraping on the stone.  Turning your head to look at the one who had held you, the contempt could not be hidden. Before your mind had thought anything through your body reacted with your leg flying up and kicking the man in the gut sending him crashing back onto the closest table, disturbing all who sat there.  The “Lord” laughed loudly clapping his hands at the entertainment before him.  The other jumped up coming at you in a rage but was stopped by a booming voice.  “Stop!  You will not touch her again unless I command it.  Do you understand me?”  

He had to breathe deeply to keep himself from taking another step towards you.  There was a promise of revenge deep in his dark eyes.  “Yes my Lord.”  The stomping of his boots echoed in the halls as he returned to the prison below.

“That was quite entertaining my beautiful, [Y/N].  I am pleased they brought you to me alive.  You will make the days here far more interesting.”  Moving so you could sit, you twisted to look away from him and give a better view of the room.  Perhaps there would be a way to escape this dreadful place if you could find a weakness.  “You look as though you could use water and a bit of food.”

Hearing the word water nearly made your mind forget everything else.  It had been well over a day without a drop and now your body was not going to let you think of anything else until your thirst and dehydration were alleviated.  He motioned for one of the maids to come close with a half a loaf of brown bread and a mug of some liquid you could not see.  You wanted with all of your lifeblood to take it and devour all that you were presented with.  However, the cautious warrior part of your brain knew better.  Poison or tainted with a tonic were the first of the ideas that came to mind.  “Always on alert Lady [Y/N]?  Astute of you, but there is nothing of harm in the food or drink.”  

He took a swig of the drink and a large bite of the bread before the girl sat the tray before you.  Without a word, you had the stein in hand drinking long.  It was cold, clean water and it tasted better than any ale you had ever had.  However, it was more than likely the dehydration speaking.  The water was finished quickly before you moved onto the bread.  It was harder than you were used to in the palace, but it would do.  As you ate he started to talk to you as though you would be one of the maids here hanging on all of his words.

He called himself Lord Tholf and had ruled over this part of the realm for nearly ten years now after defeating a warlord who had terrorized the area for many years.  There had been no warlords on Asgard since Odin had become king.  None for any length of time at least.  By the Gods… You were no longer on Asgard.  They had taken you to one of the other realms.  Now you had to mind the words he spoke so that you could discover where you were and determine if there was a way to escape.  

The man prattled on for nearly an hour while you pretended not to listen.  You had had your fill of water and bread and were actually starting to feel far better than you had since you had woken up in this place.  The men in the hall had slowly dispersed over the time you had been there and the sun started to set.  Lord Tholf stood from his throne grabbing your already bruised arm to pull you with him.  “You will come with me to my chambers tonight.  You will wash off the filth and you will rest.  Tomorrow begins with new plans and you my lovely will be a part of them.”

Many thoughts flashed through your mind as he pulled you down the corridors.  Guards and men passed all stopping to bow before Tholf. Their armor had familiar markings on it but it was difficult to remember from where.  It was not recent; perhaps it was learnings as a child.  Several more minutes passed with fewer guards seen. You must be closer to his chambers, where he would want his privacy.  Just as you passed into a set of great doors, you look beside you out of one of the clear-glassed windows and saw the ruins of a tower within a castle.  That structure, the architecture, was developed and used in only one of the realms. You had been brought to Vanaheim.

On Asgard, in the eight days since you had been taken, the whole palace was on alert.  The king had been meeting and planning with Thor and Loki to find you.  Loki had barely slept during that time and it was going to cause him to go completely mad if you were not found soon.  Heimdall could not see you anywhere and he had been trying every moment since you disappeared from his sight.  This led everyone to the conclusion wherever you were; the location was concealed with a great deal of magic.  It was going to take much time and energy to find where you were being held if they did not receive any assistance soon.

Loki had been gone several hours before Thor caught up to him in the field that was often your refuge. He stood upon the hill watching the moonlight shine over the nearby river.  “Does she still come here to ease her mind?”  

Thor stood a pace behind him; Loki had not turned to look at him.  “Yes, she does.  More often in the last years when she needed to hide from Father.”

“I told her here when we were children, that I would protect her all my days.  No harm would ever come to her, even after she would become Queen of Asgard.  I would always keep her safe.  I broke that oath more times now that I wish to count.  Causing much of her pain myself, for nothing true.  Now when I need to beg her forgiveness she has been taken. I would give my life a million times over if she were here safely.  I will not survive it if she…”

Thor rested a hand on his shoulder stopping him from finishing his statement.  “We will find her and bring her home.  You will have your time to ask her forgiveness and to confess your heart.  I swear to the Allfather, it will be done.”

Lord Tholf pushed you towards a separate room off his main chambers.  “Go in there and wash thoroughly.  There should be garments to change into as well.”  You took the moment to peer around the room.  The room was large and oddly shaped, with a heavy posted bed against the back wall.  Tapestries were scattered over the walls.  A great table covered with maps and scrolls with two chairs around it sat in the sunken flooring over in one corner.  There were pillowed areas in another two corners of the room as though he would have guests to lay with there.  You did not want to think about what he planned to do with you here.  “I said go wash, or I will strip you myself and wash slowly every bit of your skin until you are clean enough for my tastes.”  The statement was made in a low growl and you had no doubt he would follow through with the threat.

There was a large bathing vessel full of steaming water.  Stripping the dirty and now tattered leather from your body was painful. Many still healing bruises protested as everything was removed.  The water felt heavenly as you stepped in.  Normally you would lay there until every one of your muscles relaxed but you had no desire for him to follow here if you were too long.  There was a pot of what smelled of jasmine, set on the side of the vessel.  You found it was soap and used a large amount to scour every part of you.  It had been so long since you had last been clean and you were unsure of when it would be again.

Once clean you dried and found the garment, he spoke of.  Though it was mere fabric rather than a garment.  It was a light blue color and nearly see through.  It was sleeveless and you assumed was supposed to be a sleeping frock as it went to your knees.  But unlike a typical garment that covered this teased the darker color of your nipples and the hairless mons between your legs.  “I will drag you out here if necessary.”

The voice called from the room.  Your hands curled into fists at your side.  There would be a fight if he laid a hand on you.  He was in his bed leaning against the headboard as you walked slowly into the room.  When he saw you, he stood from the bed completely bare with his heavy cock hanging against his thighs.  You turned your head as you snapped your eyes closed to block out the image.  “Oh you will want to see me soon enough.”  He had come close enough that you could feel his heat radiating off his body.  “You will break one day soon and I will have you screaming my name as I take you over and over.  When I know you are well along with my child, I may make you the Lady of this castle and of my people.  You will give me many strong sons, for there has been no other warrior female as you, I have found.”  He had backed you against one of the walls, pressing tight against you.

You had never felt more revolted than you had right then.  Still refusing you look at or acknowledge him, you tried to slide out of his grasp. He stopped you by grabbing your jaw with one hand and your breast with the other.  “In time you will want me to take you.  Accept it now, things will be far smoother for you.”

Shaking your head, you pulled against his hold, this time looking at him.  “I do not want your vile hands on me.  That will never change.”  Tholf laughed as he backed up, you could not miss that his cock now stood hard against his belly.

“We will see.  You will not be leaving this room tonight. Share my bed with me?  No?  Then find a place to lay your head.”  He moved back towards his bed as you found a semi soft place in the pillows in one of the corners.  As much as you wanted to completely block him out and turn your back on him you knew it unwise.  Instead, you curled up facing him shutting your eyes.    They stayed that way even when one of the servant maids had come to share his bed for the night.  Her screams of passion kept you up well past the mid of night.  Finally, in the quiet you were able to sleep some. Though your dreams disturbed you almost as much as your waking time now.

Many days followed similar to that day.  You slept in his chambers and daily he would tell you how you would be his Lady soon enough, enjoying his touch.  Your refusals at first made him laugh and he would continue with his ideas of eventually you would comply willingly.  Tholf started to give you more freedoms within the castle in an effort for you to trust him. Given the freedom now to roam the halls under the watchful eyes of the guards.    The collar remained about your neck, the ever-present bit that impeded your ability to escape.  It was then a plan started to form.  Allow him to believe you were slowly warming to the idea of belonging to him. Nothing overt at first that would arouse suspicion but little measures that would show them you were slowly breaking.

It started with doing as you were told without having to be threatened.  You stood when commanded and answered when asked.  It made you want to thrust your sword through his throat to do so but it was the best chance at it all working.  Lord Tholf and his advisors noticed your attempt at civility with those you met.  While they were all wary, it was seen in a positive light.

By the month mark, or what you thought was a month, your acting skills were much improved.  You were able to feign a smile to most and were now treated by many as though you were supposed to be there.  During the month, Tholf tried daily to coax you into his bed willingly, and every day you declined politely.  After weeks of refusals, he finally demanded to know why.  You had been given everything to make you happy but still you refused.

“I am still a prisoner here. Not even equal to the maids that serve you.”  He looked confused and stepped close as his impatience showed.

“You eat the finest of foods, drink the best wines.  The clothes you wear are far better than any other woman in this realm.  You are treated as a queen… Tell me how you are still a prisoner.”  Lifting your chin, you motioned to the collar that was still apart of you.

“No other here wears a collar.  Not even those within the prison beneath out feet.”  Taking a step back, he looked almost surprised.  He had forgotten the collar, becoming so accustomed to seeing it on you, there was no thought of what it was really for.  “Would you have your Lady wear a collar for the rest of her days?  The woman you want to bear your sons…”

Tholf walked out of the room without a word, though he did not slammed the door as he often did when angered.  A small, true smile appeared on your lips.  Another victory won in your battle for freedom and eventually your escape.  He did not return to his chambers at the usual time.  It gave you the chance to lay in the dark in peace.  Your thoughts wandered to Asgard.  Were your friends still searching for you, or had they given up hope and deemed you another lost soul?  Even though it had felt like an eternity, you know Thor would never stop searching for you until there was proof you were alive or dead.  He was determined like his mother.

Frigga must be mad with worry now.  She had always treated you as though you were her blood child.  More so after your own mother had disowned you, leaving you to fend against powers you never knew of.  You prayed to the Gods that one day soon you would sleep in your own bed after drinking every bit of Asgardian ale you could find.  Falling asleep not long after you dreamt of better days long past.

Waking in the morning, you realized Tholf had never returned to his chambers.  That did not sit well within your gut.  For all you knew now, your plan had caused the opposite effect of what you wished.  Dressing quickly, you made your way down to the feasting hall, he was not there either.  You ate in silence as you watched everyone else move about the day.  Not all here were foul beings.  Many knew no better than the lives they had grown into.  It was common and accepted to raid and pillage, taking spoils back to their homes.

Grand Warden Ogarl, the man who had taken you from Asgard, stomped through the doors of the feasting hall, making a quick line towards where you sat.  “Lord Tholf wants you now, girl.”  

“Yes, Grand Warden.” Standing from the table, you walked towards the door.  He grabbed you roughly by the arm dragging you down the corridor.  Tholf sat behind a large stone table, looking as though he had not slept the night.  Ogarl threw you against the table causing you to fall.  Tholf stood bellowing out to his inferior.

“Harm her again and I will removed your head.  Do you understand me?”  Murder filled his eyes and you had not a doubt he would do as he threatened.  Ogarl bowed his remorse, though his face showed none of it.

“Yes, Lord Tholf.” With those words, he stormed out of the room almost knocking over one of the maids bringing in a tray of drink to Tholf.  She shook in fear as she stepped in the doorway.  Tholf helped you off the floor before beckoning her to come in.

“He will not touch you again, I swear it.  Drink?” You nodded slowly, feigning fear of the other man.  Had you your way you would have already separated Ogarl’s head from his body.  The girl stood close while he took the glasses and wine from her.  He swallowed one glassful before handing you the other glass.  There was something off, about him.  It was difficult to read, and you were unsure how to feel about it.  “I will remove the collar.”

The words were said so quickly and when you were least expecting it.  “My Lord?”

“I said I will remove the collar.  You have had the time to prove you are learning to become of our tribe.  I do not want a collared woman at my side.  The woman at my side will be there willingly.” Your heart rate jumped dramatically, this was your opportunity.  It had to be carefully planned and not rushed.  He would give you this kindness, if you could avoid bloodshed you would.  Tholf moved flush against you, raising a hand to graze aside your cheek.  There was something different in his eyes now, another emotion, one you did not want to identify.

His large hands moved now around your neck holding both sides of the collar.  “Take a breath now, it will hurt as it disengages.”  As he twisted the clasps, a strong electric sensation surged through your body causing a gasp to escape your lips.  Once the piece was free, the feeling vanished.  It was as though you could breathe freely once more.  Unable to stop yourself you smiled rubbing your neck and the sore marks that were left.  He stepped back smiling in earnest at you.  “My hope now is you find this place is your home.”

As you opened your mouth to speak a heat filled your body.  A deep, searing heat that filled every fiber.  It caused you to double over grabbing your abdomen.  “Allfather no…”  Tholf bent down beside you, as you could feel the energy building.  Being bound for a month with no outlet for the energy, it needed its release.  This was not what you wanted.  Innocents would be hurt.  “No, back away, now.  You will be harmed.  Go!”  

You did not have the ability to contain it.  The energy spread over your skin, lighting it as it traveled through you until it hit your fingertips.  “Noooo!” Screaming out as the pulse of energy thrust out from you throwing everyone and thing back from around you.  The shock wave traveled throughout the castle sending everyone airborne, doing more damage than you would ever know.  The release of such energy had been too much for you, you fell to the floor unconscious.

Hours later, you woke from the pain in your head and shoulders.  There was a ringing in your ears that felt as though it would make your ears bleed.  “Finally she wakes.  We will see how long it lasts while I have my chance at her.”  That voice was not what you wished to hear.  The hate seething from every syllable, made you aware of whatever was to follow would be painful.

Opening your eyes, you found yourself in the meeting chambers where you had fallen.  Everything was destroyed and pushed back against the walls. You were strung up by your hands from the ceiling, which was the cause of the pain in your shoulders.  Only the tips of you largest toes could touch the floor. Your shoulders were bearing your entire weight.  The collar had been replaced and Ogarl stood before you with dried blood at his temple.  Tholf stood steps behind him with a bloodied and bruised face of his own.  Gone was the face of the concerned man that had been there before you blacked out.  

A swift punch to your abdomen knocked the wind from you causing you gasp.  Another then another followed it.  His assault on your body continued for some time.  There was no part he missed.  Your face was swollen and bloodied, ribs bruised and broken.  A whip had flayed the skin of your back after he has stripped you naked.  Tholf stood watching every hit with his arms cross his chest.  You prayed for death now.  Prayed that the Gods would be merciful allowing them to take a blade and sink it deep within your chest, ending this misery.

The pool of blood that gathered beneath you caused the little hold your toes had to slip, putting further strain on your shoulders.  Ogarl laughed at the strain and your sounds of pain.  Coming up close behind you growling in your ear.  “Now I will fuck every hole of yours.  Mine will be the last face you see as I slit your throat as my cock tears you into pieces.”  The sound of him removing his belt scared you to the core.  You pulled and shook against the bindings.

Tholf stepped forward. “You will not.  I will take what is mine from her and end it there.  Leave me.”  Ogarl looked as though he would refuse but thought better of it.  Rebuckling his leggings, he stomped out of the room, leaving you broken and bloody with Tholf. The man paced around before you looking as though he was unsure of how to proceed.

“Did you intend for that to happen?  To injure and kill so many of my people?  I stand here because I am strong.  The maid here was none so lucky.”  It was one of your worst fears, killing an innocent.  A tear slid down your cheek as you shook your head.  “There are no lies in your eyes.  I believe you.  My people want your head for what you have done.  Grand Warden would make true his threat.  I would let you live if I had a choice.  My feelings for you are strong but my people come first.  They would lose faith as their leader if I allowed you to continue to breath.  I will make it quick, you have endured enough pain.”  

You nodded slowly accepting your fate, welcoming it.  Pulling a blade from his hip, he stepped towards you.  An explosion shook the castle from somewhere on the grounds. Screams could be heard from all directions.  Tholf ran from the room towards the screams and his people, leaving you bleeding and naked, hanging from the ceiling.  The screams and yells came closer; you just prayed someone would come to kill you before Ogarl returned.  Never had you a fear like that before.  “[Y/N]! By the Gods… what have they done to you?”  

That voice… No please not that voice.  Gods strike you down now; let him not see you as this.  Let none of them see you as this.  Lifting your head, opening your swollen eyes, Loki in his full armor stood before you.  He searched around quickly finding a discarded cloak on the floor, wrapping you in it before he cut you down from the ceiling.  The relief was felt instantly in your shoulders.  “Loki… kill me.  I beg you…  Please.”

Loki’s heart shattered as you begged for death.  The savages had stolen you and your light. “No, my heart I will not.  We will travel home and I will help you heal in every way.” Lifting you in his arms, ensuring you were covered from all eyes, he brought you to Thor and your friends, who had cleaned out the castle with the aid of the Defenders.  All those gathered fell silent as Loki approached with you in his arms.  Thor was about to speak before Loki silenced him with a shake of his head.  All the questions could be answered later.  Now it was time for you to return to Asgard.


Part 8

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The art of in-denial seduction

So, if you obsessively stalk read @kazliin‘s asks (you know you do, guys, don’t pretend) you’ll know that it turns out there’s been some misinterpretation of the events leading up to the First Kiss in chapter 8 of UMFB (soon to also be chapter 2 of OBS).  (There was also a lot of discussion about weather and climate and mayonnaise, but that’s not what brings me here to my laptop on a Saturday morning).

I had definitely completely misinterpreted it.  Well, I’m not sure misinterpreted is quite the right word, because there’s a lot going on in our poor unreliable narrator Yuuri’s head at this point, and I don’t think we were meant to just read it and know his deep-down intentions.  I mean, what would be the fun in that?  So maybe it’s more accurate to say I had missed something.  Turns out ‘the kiss only happened when Yuuri won because Yuuri was the original instigator for the whole situation’.  What? How did I not see this?  (Cut below)

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