#also he smiles in both gifs but in the last one he looks sadder

[cerealbishh]

penny leaning in closer to william

🎥: @bikinibottomdayz

[selfaware-bungou-stray-dogs]

hello! how are you? I hope everything is ok, it's me again, sorry for the inconvenience!

But I have a doubt, maybe this can even become a chapter

After the reader returns from Teyvat, all injured, having lost some fingers and teeth (from what I remember from Fitzgerald's chapter), Yosano is the only one who knew the total destruction done to the reader's body (Fitzgerald theoretically also know after having heard Pantalone and Ningguang commenting), having to take care of the reader and having her ability, well, we all know how Yosano's ability works, would she feel bad about having to use her ability on the reader to help him recover (even though it's the only way), besides, being a doctor, she has a greater understanding of things, do you think the reader's situation would make her sadder? Because she understand more about injuries, etc.?

thank you for your attention :)

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Self-Aware BSD AU x SAGAU Imposter crossover

Self-Aware! Akiko Yosano x GN! Reader

Description: Yosano found another reason to hate her ability.

Warning: OOC. English is my second language. Injuries.

Set during last bits of Lost and Found, during Reader being unconscious.

Short fic.

A bit of comfort at the end.

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Yosano has a strange relationship with "Thou Shalt Not Die".

She wasn't fond of it. Yet, there is no way she will dismiss its usefulness.

The ability was powerful, but, Yosano wished, that it could be activated differently.

But, when she got her chance, she missed it. She choosed something different.

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Yosano looked at the screen of Ango's computer. He recently got access to game files and find a way to alter their abilities.

"So... I could either choose my ability be able to heal any decease, be it chronic, internal, or incurable by modern medicine, or have "Thou Shalt Not Die" activated without fatal injuries, but stuck with physical external injuries?"

Ango nodded.

"Yes. I am sorry, but, you can't have both."

Yosano closed her eyes and rubbed her temples.

"Can I have some time to think about it?"

Ango smiles reassuringly.

"Of course, Yosano-san"

Yosano spent whole night, reading about diseases from real world. About experience medicine, about slim chances. And about not having chances.

In the morning, she chooses being able to choose any diseases.

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Yosano silently leave your room. She needs one moment to herself.

To write it down.

She returned to her room and took one of her books from the shelf.

A simple atlas medical book.

It took her few minutes to find pen and pencils.

She never thought about that part of her ability. About knowing what injuries her ability have healed.

You have many. And fatal injuries.

In no way it were good news, but, at least, there was no need for Yosano to hurt you more. To use her ability.

Yosano took a pen and opened the book.

Time to write them down.

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Burned mouth

Broken ribs

Multiple burns on legs, arms

Cut off toes

Removed canines (all four)

Ear bitten off (old injury)

Shoulders were pierced (claws? old injury)

Multiple stabs in the chest (arrow, spears)

Left eye gouged out

Nose broken (not clear, if it was an incident, or from the hit)

All nails torn off

Patches of skin removed (all body parts)

Joint dislocated (rack?)

how dare they...

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Yosano hid the book with the list.

She won't show it to anyone.

She won't tell anyone about it.

The anger will fuel. Her anger already burns with rage.

They don't need to know. For nor.

Right now, they should focus on you.

And not on the desire to chop off everything that monsters have.

Right now, she should return to you. And wait for you to wake up.

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Yosano rubbed your feet.

"All toes are here." her voice was hushed and soft.

"All toes are her." echoed you.

Yosano carefully rubbed your knees.

"Your knees aren't dislocated."

"They aren't dislocated" repeated you.

It became your daily routine.

Yosano would point at every part of you, that were injured, showing you, reminding you, that you aren't injured anymore. That you are safe. That you aren't in pain.

Yosano finished with you and left for a moment to wash her hands.

When she returns, she sat down on the bed near you.

She squeezed your hand.

"[Y/N]... You will never be hurt again. You will never be scared again."

You nodded weakly. You still were scared. But, even so, you believed in Yosano's words.

Yosano carefully pet your head.

"Let's brush your hair."

Yosano helped you sit up and took a hairbrush from the nightstand.

Carefully and gently, Yosano brushed your tangled hair. You yawned. You had another sleepless night, and brushing made you sleepy. Yosano whispered.

"You can sleep, if you want. I will be here. We will be here."

'I won't leave. You won't dissapear. No one will hurt you. There will be no need to use my ability on you. For me to count them.'

"Sleep, My Dear Dango. Don't be afraid. You are home."

You doze off. You had no dreams. Just a healthy dreamless sleep.

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Tag list: @myluckymoon @cocodrilofeliz @c4xcocoa @vvyeislazzy @whisperingwinters @nervousinfluencertidalwave @ayameshu @izzieg3987

[axelsagewrites]

Most People Say Goodbye - Part Two

Pairing: Sandor x F!Bolton!Reader

Summary: Sandor and (Y/N) have a secret relationship at kings landing which crumbles when he disappears after the battle of blackwater. Eventually though your paths cross again

TW: swearing (its the hound so you could guess lol)

Requested by Annon

Words: 1699

Part One Here

Masterlist Here

Daenerys presents brought both an uneasy feeling but a strange amount of relief. Or maybe that was the alcohol everyone was clearly drowning in. as you approached the hall you could hear the laughter, the talking, the joy. You only wished you could partake as well but you had to find Sandor.

You had barely entered the hall when Jon had called you over. Your eyes scanned for Sandor as you approached the top table, but you couldn’t see him. “Hey Jon,” you greeted him and he stood to hug you. “I’m glad you made it back in one piece.”

“All thanks to her. (Y/N) meet Daenerys,” Jon grinned.

You did the basic formalities, not really caring about a foreign queen right now but not as upset as Sansa appeared to be. You could see the annoyance seeping out of Sansa the longer you spoke to the dragon queen so finally when you saw a gap in conversation you pardoned yourself.

“Thank gods you managed to escape her,” Sansa whispered as you sat beside her.

You elbowed the girl, “Look im all down for whatever bitch fit you wanna have,” you said, “but can you tell me how much you hate the girl your brothers clearly fucking *after* you tell me where the hell Sandor is?”

“Your right im sorry,” she said giving you a sympathetic smile, “I saw him sitting with some of the wildlings. That giant guy. Not the giant giant the-“

“The guy who apparently got nursed by one? Yeah that’s Tormund,” You had become friends with many of the wildlings when they first arrived as you tended to their wounded and sick. Tormund was one of the ones you grew closest too. “Sometimes he makes me wonder if Jon is secretly gay,”

Sansa looked out into the crowd, “Yeah, I get what you mean,” you looked out to where she was staring to see the hound sitting by Tormund. Tormund was talking at Sandor will he clearly only cared about his stew and ale. “They’d be cute together. In a weird way. But enough about Jon and me and the dragon woman. You’re here for him, aren’t you?”

You sighed as you stared at him suddenly feeling as small as a bug. “Yeah,” you whispered, “I don’t think I can do it,”

“You can and you will. We have survived so much (Y/N) don’t let him break you,” Sansa took your hands, “and if he’s does anything to offend you in any way I will get the knights of the vale to take care of him,”

“Damn you’ve gotten mean,”

“Can you blame me? He hurt you (Y/N) and I never want to see you hurt again,”

“If only life was that simple,” you looked back to where Sandor sat but this time your eyes met. His mouth was agape and he looked sadder than you had ever seen. Your heart ached but you knew you had to go to him, “Its time I guess,”

“Good luck,” Sansa squeezed your hands and slowly you rose from your chair, smoothed out your dress, and walked through the tables and chairs until you stood in front of him.

“(Y/N)! Have you come to hear of our adventure?” Tormund bellowed as you approached.

You smiled at him, “Later Tormund. Can I borrow you Sandor?” he was already on his feet before you could finish your sentence. He just stood looking at you. You looked at him. “Could we talk?”

Sandor nodded and you started to walk away with him following behind you. Neither said a word. You weren’t really sure where to go not feeling comfortable with him in your room but also not wanting anyone to hear. You decided to stop as you approached the main courtyard where the Stark boys used to train. You missed watching them.

Closing your eyes and taking a deep breath, you let yourself have one last moment before you would have to use all your strength to keep your temper in check. You turned around and broke the silence, “So,”

“So…” the silence quickly returned, “I missed- “Sandor went to speak but you stopped him.

“Why did you leave?” it was all you really wanted to know but he had no answer, “You didn’t even say goodbye,” you tried your best not to cry but you couldn’t stop your eyes growing wetter.

“I’m sorry,”

“I need a reason,” you said as your sadness turned to anger, “I need a reason an explanation I need to know why you left me. I deserve to know,”

“I didn’t want to leave you. I didn’t mean to leave you,” Sandor tried to approach but you moved back. He stopped and sighed, “I’m sorry I wasn’t thinking. There was fire. So much fucking fire. Even the water was on fire. The men coming after me were all on fire and all I could see was that cunts face,” you knew he was talking about his brother. He didn’t even like going near the fire in your chambers when he visited, “and I froze. A fucking squire had to save me. Then all of a sudden im back behind the wall and that fucking imp tries to tell me to go back and I thought fuck it. it was all I was thinking. Fuck the lot of them. So, I left,”

“But why didn’t you take me with you? I would’ve followed you anywhere you went,” your anger was still there but your tears had returned. You couldn’t stop the growing pit in your stomach. You meant it. anywhere he went you would’ve followed until your feet bled.

“I wanted to. I did. I went to the holdfast, but I just couldn’t go in. what was I supposed to do? Burst in and grab you? Take you on the road with me where I didn’t eat for days half the time? I didn’t want to put you through that. You deserved better,”

“Better? you think being left with that cunt of a king was better!” you shouted not caring who heard, “You saw what he did when you were there did you think he’d go easier on me? Pity me? Did he fuck,”

“I’m sorry. I don’t know why I did it. I don’t know what I was thinking,”

“I don’t know either! You have no clue what I went through after you left. Baelish snuck me out of that castle before Joffrey could kill me only for me to land at my brother’s doorstep half-starved but that was sunshine compared to what Ramsey was like,” your voice was laced with venom and your eyes dripping tears. “And the worst part is the whole fucking time all I could think about was you,”

“All I could think about was you too,” this time Sandor caught your arms and didn’t let go, “you think I didn’t try and find you? I did. I heard you escaped and I headed north instantly. I even took that Arya girl with me because I knew what she meant to you. And trust me she’s fucking more annoying than you,” you chuckled at that. You loved her like a sister but she could be insufferable at times. Your laugh brought a slight smile to his face, “And as soon as I ran into Jon I knew what I had to do. I knew I had to go with him because he was the only chance I had of finding you again,”

“You wouldn’t have had to find me if you hadn’t have left in the first place,” you whispered.

“I know,” he whispered back, his head hanging low, “I hate myself every damn day for leaving you. I would kill any one of those bastards who hurt you then I realised im one of them. And I will never forgive myself for what I did to you,”

You could tell he was sincere. Sandor was rarely ever this emotional. Even when he told you what his brother did to him and what happened to his sister he never cried. But tears began to fall from his eyes.

You took his face in your hands and for once he didn’t flinch when you touched his scar. “I forgive you,” you said pressing your forehead against his, “but if you ever leave me again- “

“Never, never ever,” he said pulling you closer, “I will never leave your side.”

“Do you promise?”

“I promise,” he replied and for the first time in years you leaned up and kissed him.

It was so soft at first you almost melted into his touch. One of his hands found your waist while the other softly held your jaw. Yours fell to his shoulders then around his neck for stability. You felt your feet lift off the ground as he straightened his back bringing his other hand back down to your waist. After a brief pause for air his lips returned to yours, this time with a deep desperation you had both been holding in for years.

Then of course someone had to come along and wolf whistle. Sandor released you from his grip however he quickly grabbed your hand. You turned to see Sansa and Jon standing by the edge of the court yard.

“Can you two not fuck in the courtyard?” Sansa said as she tried to hide her smile.

Jon’s face screwed up, “Don’t be weird Sansa she’s basically our sister,”

“Where can we fuck then?” Sandor asked and you couldn’t help but laugh at Jon’s face. Sandor grinned, “Sorry lad but you’ll have to get used to it. I’ll marry her first if you fetch me a maester though,”

Your head snapped towards him, “You’ll marry me?” you beamed.

“Of course, will marry you, you idiot. I promised I wouldn’t leave didn’t I?” you pulled him back in for another kiss much to Jon’s dismay who quickly stalked away, Sansa following behind laughing. You pulled back once Jon left, “Now where the fuck are your chambers?” he asked.

You took his hand, “Follow me,” and with that you two disappeared back to your chambers not to leave them for the next two days.

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For your 600 follower celebration, I have a request ^_^ Prompt #3 (the children's movie one) w/ Miles Morales (1610). The movie they watched... probably either My Girl or Road To Terabithia (both made me cry oml... and, uh... that's really it! thank you!! (Also I LOVE your writing!)

a/n: thank you so much! <33 I chose my girl cos that film hurt me. (I cant talk about road to terabithia. that shit broke me as a child and I'm still not recovered.) sorry this took me so long to get to! I lost it in my requests for a while :(( I genuinely hate this too but I don't wanna keep u waiting <\3

warnings: angsty ish?? idk sad kids film, Miles being oblivious and then eating his words. fem!reader

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you and Miles were getting ready for your annual movie night. snacks, blankets, couch pushed closer to the TV, the works. Miles was getting drinks as you made popcorn, and he was curious as to what movie you'd be watching this time, as he chose last time.

"what are we watchin'?"

"My Girl. I was thinking we should watch something sappy." you shrugged, grabbing the sugar.

"sappy? ain't my girl a children's film?" He asked, frowning at you. how could a children's film be sad? it was for kids! sure, they can be angsty, but sad? absolutely not.

"yeah? so? it's heartbreaking!" you huffed, mixing the popcorn and sugar before walking to the coffee table and placing it down, Miles following shortly behind you.

"it's a children's movie! what could there possibly be to cry about?!"

"where are his glasses? he can't see without his glasses! put his glasses on!"

all you hear next to you is a blubbering sob, making you look over at your boyfriend. tears rolling down his cheeks, lashes wet and clumped together with tears, nose a tiny bit red from sniffling so much. you had to bite back a laugh at the sight.

"you okay, Miles?" you asked quietly, and he shook his head before burying it into your shoulder.

"no! it's — it's a kids movie! why is it so sad?!" he sniffled, wrapping his arms around your waist and tugging you closer, the movie still playing.

"I did say.." You mumbled with a smile, rubbing the nape of his neck soothingly as he sniffled, watching the movie out of the corner of his eye.

"I thought you were lyin'! or being dramatic like usual, ma. I didn't know you were serious —"

"I'm the dramatic one? you're in shambles." sure, you were teary eyed, but this boy was shattered.

you finished watching the movie, Miles hold on yout waist tightening gradually as it got sadder or tense. by the end of it, he was led between your legs, head on your chest, asleep as the credits rolled.

you snorted quietly, grabbing the remote and switching it over to a TV show of some kind before letting your eyes close. After a few hours, you're in the same position, and the front door unlocks with Miles' mother coming back from a late night shift. she heard the TV playing and sighed softly, assuming Miles was up late again.

"Ay, Miles, you know what I've said about staying up late on a scho—" her voice trailed off as she rounded the corner, seeing Miles led ontop of you, face buried into your neck as one of your arms was falling off the couch with the blanket, the other on his back.

she was hot and cold with the sight, but she liked you. you called her Mrs morales instead of rio, you liked her cooking, you treated her boy well. she's just not ready for him to grow — despite the fact that already happened.

she leaned down, grabbing the blanket and pulling it over you guys, gently putting your arm back under it so it doesn't get aches when you wake up. she watched you curl your arms around Miles in your sleep, which he responded with a small sigh and tightening his arms around your waist.

she turned off the TV, giving you two one last glance, seeing herself and Jeff when they were young and in love, before wandering off to her shared bedroom with Jeff.

© WEBDOLLZZ 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒.

[lfghughes]

Heaven Can’t Help Me Now | Jamie

a/n: ahhh here’s the first jamie part (i dont even know where this is going tbh i just kinda let my feelings flow but tell me who you’re feeling!)

The week had come and gone before you even knew it. Every morning and night had gone exactly like that first one. You weren’t going to lie, waking up to Trevor was nice and the kisses that were shared were nicer. As the days passed, the sadder you got just knowing this week was coming to an end. Then the morning where you were leaving finally got here and there was no avoiding it. Trevor took you to the airport, the other boys staying back since it was early.

A pout filled your lips once it was time to go through the security and leave him behind. You weren’t ready to go yet. His hands cupped your face “Hey, none of that.” He pressed a quick kiss to your lips. “I’ll be back in a few weeks and then you’ll have all the best friend time you need.” Right, that reminded you that everything that happened this week was just that, friends having fun. You just weren’t sure if you wanted everything to go back to normal.

The plane ride back wasn’t too bad, no bodies to use as a pillow for your nap this time around but you were still excited to get back home and be in your own bed again even if it was alone. The minute you had walked back out, your eyes found Jamie in the crowd of people and a wide smile filled your lips at the sight of him. His arms immediately went around you as he hugged you.

“I missed you!” You told him and a smile grew on his lips. “I hope I didn’t miss out on too much.” Now was probably not the time to tell him what exactly he had missed. “I was thinking I could drop you off at your place and then later you can come over for dinner?” The thought of that immediately had you nodding your head in agreement. The sound of food was amazing and hanging out with Jamie was exactly what you needed.

The thought of the conversation you two needed to have had disappeared from your mind since your eventful week with Trevor. You were relieved once you got home and finally you got to take a shower after the plane ride. It just felt good being home and getting to relax again. Once dinner time came around you made your way over next door to Jamies and you were surprised when you walked to the back patio and there was the cutest set up with some candles, blankets, pillows, and a box of pizza in the middle.

A laugh left your lips at the sight of the pizza box. “Figured you’d want pizza, it’s been a long day for you and that’s your favorite.” Jamie told you and your heart did a slight jump at him knowing that about you because you were pretty sure you never had actually said that. It didn’t even piece together in your mind how romantic of a set up this was as you sat down by him to eat the pizza.

After you both ate you both laid out there, looking up at the stars. As much as you loved your trip with Trevor, this was nice. Being back home was nice and finally getting to see Jamie after being gone was nice too. “I love laying out here with you.” Jamie spoke up, filling the small bit of silence and you turned your body to look at him. “You’re such a sap.” You playfully teased but then a look came over his face again, one that reminded you of the last time you had seen him.

His fingers cautiously went to your chin, pulling you in slowly. “Jamie…I” but your words were cut short as his lips went onto yours. This kiss was so different from the one you and Trevor had shared. Just like your friendship with Jamie was so different from yours and Trevors. This kiss was cautious but also sweet. It wasn’t a heated one like you had shared in the hotel room but you still wanted more. He pulled away slightly “I’ve been wanting to do that for a long while.” He had whispered against your lips.

Your phone chose the worst time to start buzzing but you chose to ignore it. Right now your focus was all on Jamie. Until your phone buzzed once again and this time you were worried there was an emergency. When you pulled your phone out you saw it was Trevor calling you.

“Hey what’s up?” You asked on the phone and you could hear Trevor clear his throat on the other side. “Wanted to make sure you got home safe, also I miss you already. But actually are you by yourself?” He asked and your eyes flicked to Jamie. “I’m with Jamie right now, we just had dinner.” You explained to him.

“I’m going to text you something but you have to try and stay calm okay? We’ll figure it out.” The sentence itself made you nervous but you agreed and hung up. “Is he okay?” Jamie asked, it was a safe assumption for him that it was Trevor. “Oh yeah, he just wanted to make sure I got back safely.” You felt your phone buzz and you took a look at it. You tried your best to not drop it the minute you saw the picture Trevor had just sent you. Apparently there was now a picture circulating the internet of you and Trevor kissing at the airport. You looked up at Jamie, your best friend who had just kissed you and thought of how you were going to break the news to him before the internet did.

[bronx-bomber87]

Happy Holiday weekend everyone. We only have 3 left in this season. Hard to believe. Not a ton of Chenford content in this one but just enough ha It has some important stuff in it though. But definitely shorter than the last one let’s get started :)

2x18 Under The Gun

We start our episode off with some very welcomed shirtless Tim. I’m here all damn day for this. *puddle* He then changes into a black shirt. Trying to kill me even further whew lord. God he's so tall too. Look at him tall drink of yummy water. Making me feral per usual ha I want to add I would LOVE a scene like this for Chenford in S6. Tim getting ready for the day, Lucy hanging out with Kojo on the bed while he does. Her gawking at him a bit as he gets ready. A girl can dream eh?

But lets get back on track before I go further down that rabbit hole. heh. Tim tells Rachel she should start leaving stuff at his place. Look at him ready to make that move. She makes a face and he cracks a joke that it’s illegal to lie to a cop. Rachel breaks and tells him she got her dream job. Tim is all smiles and cuteness until she says it’s in New York…

Tim looks so sad but tells her she’s gotta take it. Dream jobs only come around once. He asks when does she start? It’s in one month. Quick turnaround and his head is spinning. She mentions New York has cops. Heh they do but you are not the one he will shift for honey sorry to say. Sorta. Not really. Tim just replies ‘Yeah…’ not the confident reply Rachel was looking for…

We catch our fav duo meeting up with Rachel for a case. Lucy immediately brings up New York. Seeing if Tim is ready to talk about it. Also Tim the king of plans she expects him to have one for this. He is straight forward with Lucy when she asks what they’re gonna do? For Tim it’s already over in his mind. There is no end date to this job of hers. She is leaving LA and isn't coming back. To Tim that is game over. (I mean unless it's the one which we all know she is not)

Tells her long distance never works and he seems dead set on that. Defeated but definitely definitive about the whole situation. Lucy’s face kills me when he says this. She’s so sad for him. Probably sadder for Tim than she is for Rachel. When she set them up it was to help Tim. Show him he could be happy post-Isabel. Shake him out of his routine. Now he’s going to lose all that and she’s devastated. Looks like she wants to give him a hug honestly. She hates it when he is all defeatist and you can tell she just wants to fix it. Sadly this is one thing she can not intervene in and fix.

They meet up with Rachel and it already seems awkward. She thanks them for coming. They are there in case her visit with the mom goes sideways. She’s there for a truancy call. The kid in question has missed a lot of school due to mystery illness. Rachel thinks it might be a scam especially since the mom started a go-fund me page for his medical bills.

Rachel seems suspect as hell with this lady. He goes to the hospital gets better then comes back home and is sick again. She thinks she is poisoning her own kid for attention. Lucy seems sick to her stomach about the whole thing. They both do. Can see it on their faces. Tim asks her what she wants to do?

We cut to them outside. Tim looking fine as hell leaning against their shop. How can someone be that attractive just filling out paper work? Anyways...Rachel asks Lucy if Tim would ever leave LA ? Lucy is honest with her and lets her know she’s not sure. Lucy knows how much he loves LA. He is proud af to be be born and bred. Which really means no if we're being honest. The man bleeds LAPD. Lucy can tell how sad Rachel looks with her answer. So she follows it up with how crazy Tim is about her. (Not crazy enough to follow her though….)

Lucy tries to make it better and says the man is a mystery. To Rachel yes. Not to her though....She has the book of Tim right in her pocket. Their convo gets interrupted by Paul’s mom coming out. Asking what they’re doing? Rachel says they’re taking him back to the hospital. It’s a sad scene to watch. Rachel basically removes her own child from her care. Saying she is a danger to him pending a full investigation. Tim and Lucy have to hold her back while they take him.

Tim comes to see Grey in his office. Asking him how hard it would be to make a lateral move? Wade lets him know it would be seamless. Tim ask what about the NYPD? Grey sighs and tells him that’s a whole other beast. That he would have to start from square one. Go through the FTO program before he could go back out on the streets. That he would be the John Nolan of the NYPD LOL Tim looks mortified about this. Like that is an instant no for him. There was no way he can do that.

Grey continues on saying it would be a big sacrifice. But if Rachel is the one it would be worth it. That’s the thing though she’s not. What proves Lucy being his person over and over is moments like this. In S5 Tim doesn’t blink before taking a desk job for her. If that’s the path that keeps him with her that’s the one he’s going to take. Grey even says it's not a great job and he replies ' Doesn't matter.' If Rachel was the one it wouldn't matter he would have to do all this for her.

His hesitancy is written all over this scene. The more Grey tells him the more we see him withdraw. With Lucy his decisions were always decisive and quick. In his mind when it came to her there was no choice. She was his choice. Every time. I’ve said this all this season Rachel had her place in his life for a reason. I am grateful for her I truly am. Her reason was meant to show him he could date again. Not only that but have a functioning healthy relationship as well. That saying people are in your life for a reason or a season is accurate.

Rachel was both. She served her purpose in the best way for him. Helped him heal post divorce. It was never meant to last. She was a stepping stone to Lucy. Which sounds cruel but also true. Wade gives him some dating advice. Tells him to be sure. Because moving in together is hard enough. Let alone a new city, jobs and no social network to lean on. Tim doesn’t linger after that just says 'Thanks' curtly and goes. Grey takes one last shot says ‘Anytime Boot!’ Haha He is getting a major kick out of giving Tim a hard time.

Tim runs into Rachel shortly after. She’s in an absolute panic. Tim tries to get her to calm down and tell him what’s going on. She discovered her co-workers have kids in the same neighborhood with similar issues. That they switched to well water 4 months ago due to construction. Paul got sick 3 months ago. Rachel is in a panic because there was a lawsuit with a company about dumping heavy metals in the water 5 years ago and they said it was cleaned up. Clearly not… Since the well water is making these kids sick.

Now Rachel may have taken a child away from his mother for no reason. I do love seeing how soft Tim is in this moment. It’s not Lucy Level soft but soft none the less. At this point in the series it’s so nice to see this side of him. Like I’ve said before their relationship was insight to Tim in a relationship and how he operates. It was a nice window into it since all we had before her was Isabel. Also a future look into how he would be with Lucy.

What does Tim do right after this? Go right to his girl. Little telling things that showed the entire time Lucy was his better half. She is the first person he runs to and vice versa. He asks if she’s heard from Rachel at all? Lucy says no…why? Tim lets her know the situation with Iris and her son. That Rachel blames herself. That she’s ignoring his calls and texts right now. He is very worried and needs Lucy's help.

I love that when he’s in a panic about Rachel his first thought is to go right to his safe space. Needs her calming sunshine ways to ease him. Hoping her POV is going to calm his anxiety. Tim wanting her to reassure him she won't do anything stupid. The concern and empathy in her eyes she has for him. My heart. That innate need to want to comfort and make it better for him. Lucy’s face says it all tbh when Tim asks if she is going to do anything stupid? I think she knows Rachel could very well do something stupid about this…

We find out shortly after Rachel did something she shouldn't have. She stalked owner of the company and pretended the water she threw on him was contaminated. Tim is able to get her cited out fairly quickly. Then we get another glimpse into the amazing heart of this man. How deeply he cares for those around him. What he is willing to do for them. He pulled some personal favors for her. Got them to reverse Rachel’s order to pull Paul from his home.

He’s so sweet and earnest about it. Rachel is in shock he even did this for her. Especially since she’s leaving. It’s like she doesn’t know this man at all. Of course he was going to help even if she was leaving. It’s who he is. A deeply loyal and loving person. Who will do anything for those who’ve earned his love and trust. Why he replies 'Duh.' Shocked she would expect any less of him. His love and loyalty doesn't just evaporate because she is leaving. Adore this man so much.

We get one last glimpse of our couple decompressing with Jackson and Angela. It's kind of nice to see actually. Jackson tells them he has a funny story for them. That the tech guy who flagged Angela as the most likely to get sued was wrong. He rode around with them all day trying to study her and had the wrong person. He picked the wrong Lopez. Jackson is legit tickled pink this has happened. Sadly he seems to be the one one haha Lucy has been around Tim too long cause she doesn’t even crack a smile about this LOL More like a pity smirk for her friend. Tim and Angela just judge poor Jackson baha Funny way to end the ep. Very low content Chenford so but important none the less with Rachel’s impending departure and all that.

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Side notes- Non Chenford

Prison SL with Harper and Nolan was good. always enjoy watching Oscar haha that’s pretty much it LOL

Only 2 episodes left in the season after this one and it’s an adrenaline fest. Thank you all who continually like/comment (how I love comments), reblog you’re all amazing thank you so much. Shall see you in 2x19 :)

[winter-dayz]

Luring

Pairing: Yoo Kihyun x Reader Siren AU Genre: Fluff; Horror (if you squint) Words: 1206 Warnings: implied murder

Masterlist | Fictober Masterpost

Taglist:  @soobin-chois

Captivating. Enchanting. How does one describe a voice so beautiful? A voice so mesmerizing that you could tune out anything and everything else. A voice so hypnotizing that you wanted to forget everything else.

🎃

You hadn’t meant to find Kihyun. Although, you weren’t so sure if you found Kihyun or if he had lured you to him. Walking along the beach, you felt compelled to explore the rocky coves nearby, and the closer you’d gotten, the louder the singing was.

You knew what a siren was and how dangerous they supposedly were; but, when he had you in his sight, he smiled and the sun seemed to shine a little brighter.

🎃

You’d been visiting Kihyun for a couple weeks. He was a bit shy at first and would only sing to lure you to him, but as time had passed, he opened up. He was sweet, a great listener, and decent at giving advice. You also learned that he was quite the smooth talker when he wanted to be.

He told you stories of sea creatures and sailors. He told you stories of the love he watched his friends experience and how he longed to experience it himself someday. Your heart fluttered when he eyed you a little longer after saying it, but no one else needed to know that.

The next time you returned to visit, he had set up a picnic of sorts. You weren’t sure how he got all the items, since he was a sea-locked being, but maybe he had a secret friend or something to help him.

It was a lovely lunch and a bit romantic, but you quickly realized that was on purpose. He was trying to woo you, and it was working. He had wine and dined you; his eyes never strayed too far from your own, and then he serenaded you again with a more sensual version of the song he so often entranced you with. As the evening unfolded, the atmosphere became charged with an unspoken tension. The sea breeze played with your hair, and Kihyun’s words lingered in the air like a promise.

🎃

You visited Kihyun more often after that.

And when you did, you both sat a little closer; your hands lingered longer, and lips pressed places they probably shouldn’t have. You told him stories of traveling and of city life. You opened up about your family, and he cried with you when you told him about some of the sadder moments of your life.

It only took another week before you both uttered words that should’ve been forbidden to creatures from different worlds. You said it first, but he didn’t hesitate to follow; and you shared the night together—acting as though your first might be your last together.

🎃

When you woke, you were wrapped in a soft fabric and surrounded by the smell of seaweed and salt. You opened your eyes to a dark, but beautiful, cave—the only light came from the reflections of water against the walls. Your clothes were back on, though they sat a bit weirdly on your body. Kihyun had likely tried his best to dress you after you fell asleep last night, but he wasn’t able to get you dressed quite properly. As you remembered your sea-bound lover, you wondered where he might be. He must’ve been the reason for your being in the cave. 

You looked around at your surroundings. The fabric around your bodies was the picnic blanket from a few weeks ago. The cave looked rather empty, but a few things were neatly piled around in a far corner.

You carefully made your way over to the glittering objects. Jewelry, coins, utensils, even shiny junk, layed in a carefully curated heap. It occurred to you that it likely belonged to Kihyun, so you were careful not to disturb it too much, but rifled through it with curiosity.

Maybe what those people say about curiosity is right because as you came across a particular ring, you felt your blood run cold as though you died on the spot. You pulled the object closer, inspecting it in the darkness of the cave, praying you were wrong about what you had just discovered.

The ring was one you were all too familiar with. Your family’s crest engraved into the top and on either side were the birthstones of your parents. You had admired the ring many times growing up, twisting it around your father’s finger in fascination time and time again. But the ring had disappeared along with your father about four years ago. Neither were ever seen again.

One morning he went out for an early beach jog, and the next morning the police were telling you they would do their best to look for him.

Your heart pounded in your chest and ears; your stomach felt like it took up residency in your throat. Your eyes darted around the cove—you weren’t sure what you were looking for exactly, but you knew whatever it was didn’t bode well for your anxiety.

When no immediate danger made itself known, you allowed yourself a shaky breath. No skeletons littered the walls either, which was also a good sign considering the path your mind hand wandered down. Perhaps it was as simple as Kihyun finding it lost in the ocean post your father’s disappearance rather than taking it from his corpse.

All you could do was wait for the merman to return. Your fingers fidgeted with the ring in your hand, toying with putting it on and taking it off. Eventually you fell asleep.

🎃

You awoke several hours later to a gentle humming and a hand caressing down your hair. You blinked up at him, unsure how to react to his presence as your nerves returned tenfold.

Wordlessly, you held up the ring to be eye-level with him. He eyed the shiny treasure with recognition; his eyes briefly strayed to glance at his small horde of other shinies. You asked him how he got the ring and when his head tilted slightly in contemplation, you felt your stomach lurch again.

Your jaw clenched in anticipation, awaiting his explanation. When his eyes finally brightened with recognition, his face slowly morphed to a rather unnerving smirk. He told you the story with pride.

An early morning, usually undisturbed, a man had wandered upon his territory. Kihyun had not lured him, rather he happened upon him. They had talked for awhile, but Kihyun could easily tell that the man was planning on telling authorities and news outlets about him and his rocky cove.

According to Kihyun, his eyes shone with greed, and his questions were lined with ulterior motives. Kihyun had done what was necessary to protect himself and his kind. He spared you the gory details, but that didn’t stop you from expelling the minimal contents of your stomach.

The siren rubbed careful circles to your back, but the touch made you want to shrivel up inside. Despite his confusion at your reaction, he did his best to try soothing you; he even began humming the tune you’d grown to love so much.

But rather than comfort you, the sound echoed in your head like dissonant warning bells.

[aloneinthehellfire]

Chapter 18: One Last Fight

Season One | Season Two | Season Three | Season Four

Word Count: 2527 words

Warnings: swearing, mentions of death, little bit of angst?

[A/N: this is the last chapter for part one! and believe me, it's about to get a whole lot sadder after this and i will be announcing the chapter titles soon so stay tuned!]

One Last Fight

The last moments of preparation were agonising.

Everything had to be sharpened to perfection, sturdy to wield, and dangerous enough to kill the monster.

Protective gear was the next important thing. Since being bitten by bats and clawed at by Demogorgons, you didn’t want to risk another scar. In fact, you weren’t sure there was any surface on your body left that hadn’t burned a traumatising memory into your skin.

“Can you pass me the beret?” Robin asks, looking up from where she was fiddling with the buttons on her vest, sighing in defeat when they wouldn’t close.

You pick up the red hat and hand it over, replacing her hands as well and buttoning her vest for her.

You, yourself, were ready for battle. The jacket Steve had grabbed for you was lined with thick material, ensuring nothing would be slicing through it with ease. And it had a pocket sewn onto the inside, allowing you to slip Max’s letter in when no one was looking. You wanted to keep it with you, just in case the last words you hear from your sister have to be those written on paper.

It also served as a reminder of what you were fighting for.

“Thanks, babe.” Robin jokes when you finish buttoning her vest, her words earning her a wink and a smirk.

From the corner of your eye, you notice Dustin struggling with his own gear and you move to help, just at the same time Eddie does. You freeze, momentarily locking eyes, before you find yourself shuffling away, heading towards the front of the RV.

You’ve been avoiding Eddie as much as you could since the talk, Robin and Nancy doing their best to be your buffers. Usually, you’d be trying to resolve the issue before it became unfixable. But you couldn’t focus on that right now, not when literally everything else was at stake.

“You good?” Steve asks and you turn to look at him, his eyes glancing between you and where Eddie stood messing around with Dustin’s hat.

“Fine.” You nod stiffly, noticing Nancy ushering you over to her.

A frown forms on Steve’s face as he looks back to Eddie. Steve knew something was wrong, there was no doubt about that. There was a reason you were both close; he practically read your mind. And, when you both moved towards the middle of the RV to where the others gathered, you noticed how Steve situated himself so you didn’t have to look at Eddie, hand gently brushing against yours and out of view of everyone else.

“Okay, so we need to make sure we know who goes where.” Nancy announces, nodding. “We know that Max needs to be at the Creel House, draw Vecna out. Then, we need to decide who’s gonna distract the bats.”

“We’ve got that sorted.” Dustin raises his hand, pointing to the guitar pick hanging around Eddie’s neck. You smile involuntarily, shaking away the thought.

“It’s gonna be epic.” Eddie grins, smile faltering when he catches your eye.

“Cool, who’s with Max?” Steve intercepts, jaw set tight. Max had mentioned before how protective he had been over her when you left for college, something like an unprompted promise of looking after your little sister when you couldn't. One of the many reasons you loved him.

“Lucas and Erica?” Nancy suggests, earning nods from the Sinclair siblings. Lucas wasn't going to take any objections of going anyway.

Her gaze drifts to you.

You quickly nod, starting to unbutton your jacket, “Yeah, I’ll go.”

“Actually we’re gonna need you with us.” Robin steps forward and Nancy’s eyes widen.

“Maybe she should be with her sister.” Nancy insists and you frown. Why didn’t she want you there?

“Yeah, you know, away from the crazy wizard tryna kill her.” Steve points out and Robin nods. You’ve halted all movements to remove the jacket, staring at the debate.

“Exactly.” She says and you raise your eyebrows.

“Wow. Tell me how you really feel.” You comment, partly joking, and she winces.

“No, no, that’s not what I-” She takes a moment to recollect before turning back. “I was wrong earlier. When Steve said Vecna/Henry/whatever wasn’t scared of us. I was wrong. He is scared of someone.”

“El?” You offer and she shakes her head.

“You.”

Any mutters of conversation from the others had cut into a silence, all eyes on you as you nervously shake your head in utter disbelief.

“Me?” Letting out a breathy laugh, you set down the equipment, “Robs, in case you haven’t noticed, I’m fucking terrified of him. He’s been torturing me for four years now-”

“Right.” She points at you, “Because he’s threatened. Like you said, he’s been trying to find you ever since you were a baby. He remembered you, not because he was annoyed or upset that you were getting attention from his seriously dysfunctional obsession with the old guy, but because he’s afraid of you.”

You think about it for a moment, brows furrowed. Robin was many things but she wasn't dumb. All her theories held some sort of credibility from her ability to look further than what others see.

Vecna always claimed you were powerful. In every situation you found yourself with him, he always talked about the power you had, forcing you to give in and open your mind. If Robin was right, there had to be a reason you were still alive after all these years.

“I can only end this for you if you submit” Vecna claims, stood above you and drawing your eyes away from the scarlet water.

“Why?” You finally say, tears rushing down and blurring your vision, “Why do you want this so much?”

“Ever since you arrived in Hawkins, I’ve felt the power you held” He finally explains and you slowly rise from the ground, standing with a numb feeling in your chest. “I just didn’t know how much of that power you had until you stopped the dust from possessing you”

Of all the opportunities he had to rid himself of you, quite literally having you in his deadly grasp, something always stopped him. He could kill people in a matter of hours, and yet here you were, four years later...

“He can’t kill me.” You realise and Robin’s face twists into content, happy someone understood her.

“I’m sorry, what now?” Steve interrupts, and you shift to face him.

“Anytime Vecna’s gotten into my head, he’s always told me I needed to ‘submit’.” You start to explain, “Like, he can’t just kill me. I have to let him. Let my guard down.”

“But-”

“And the Mind Flayer,” You continue despite objections, thoughts running faster than you can keep up with, “He tried to attack me with it two years ago.”

Steve does a double-take, strands of his hair falling out of place from shaking his head, “Wait, what?”

“But it didn’t possess me. I mean, my power is linked to the Mind Flayer already. I thought it was because there was a little bit of it living inside me but I think it’s more than that.”

“You can control it.” Dustin smiles, snapping his fingers, and you nod.

“It’s only recently happened though. When the Mind Flayer attacked us at Starcourt, that was the first time I was able to really control it. And with Max, I managed to attack him with the dust.”

“And he knew that.” Robin concludes, “He knew that was your power and so he was trying everything to scare you away, to get into your head and kill you. Because you’re threatening his whole plan.”

“He’s always been the one in control of it before.” Lucas theorises. “Using it to attack Will, Starcourt. If he loses that control…”

“He’ll lose power.” Max finishes and Robin breathes out a sigh of relief.

“Okay, let me get this straight,” Steve pinches the bridge of his nose, hand on hip as he sighs, “Y/n has control over a power that Vecna wants to himself so he’s tried to kill her off but has always failed. None of us are any match against him, but she… is?”

“Try and sound more sceptical, I dare you.” You scoff and he raises his brow.

“I have no doubt that you’re actually some powerful mind flay-thingy sorceress, okay?” Steve diffuses, gesturing to you, “In fact, that makes more sense than the idea that Vecna is actually scared of someone.”

“We have to give it a shot, right?” Robin offers, “If fire and bullets don’t work, we’re gonna need Y/n there.”

“Did you forget the part where you almost died the last time you used it?” Steve reminds you, face set to concern.

To anyone else, they would think his worry matched theirs. But you remembered how pale he had looked in the graveyard after Max's curse, the tightness of his hold on you like you would simply slip away. He didn't want to feel that fear again. You didn't want him to feel that way again.

Unfortunately, nothing in your life would ever be that forgiving.

“It’s just a last resort.” You assure, noticing the twitch of his eyebrows, “But…”

Your eyes drift to Max, your heart twisting. Why did the universe always want you to leave her?

“But maybe I can do that from this side.” You hypothesise and when Max catches on to your idea, she shakes her head.

“No.” She says, watching as your face twists, “This has to go to plan, all of it, or we’re all screwed. If that plan means having you with them instead of me… then I think that should happen.”

“What if something goes wrong?” You whisper out and she grabs your hand, squeezing lightly.

“I’ll be there with her.” Lucas steps forward with a nod. “If she’s in there too long, I’m blasting Kate Bush, no matter what.”

“Y/n.” Max grips tightly onto your hands, “You have protected me my entire life. Let me do this. Let me protect you for once.”

Lucas looks at you, so close to beating your height, and you realise how much he’s grown. How much they’ve all grown.

They weren’t the same kids who needed babysitting.

“Okay.” You finally breathe out, “But, seriously, Max. If you die… I will personally bring you back just to kill you again.”

Max lets out a small laugh, smiling at you. “Ditto.”

“Okay, it’s decided.” Nancy sighs, something mournful in her expression, “Let’s make sure we’ve got everything sorted and we’ll head out.”

She gives a brief nod before shuffling away from the group, everyone splitting off to grab weapons and finish collecting their gear.

It was a scary feeling, knowing that this plan had to be executed perfectly if you wanted to win. There couldn’t be any surprises, or it could blow up in your face. No, it wasn’t just scary. It was terrifying.

Listening to the clutter of metal, the faint hum of conversation, you needed to take a breather.

Everyone too busy to notice, you slip outside and immediately find Nancy leant against the RV, staring at the ground.

“Hey.” You say, walking up to her and she whips her head up.

“Oh, hey, I-” She shakes her head, smiling. “I was just getting some fresh air.”

Nancy had been acting strange for a while, no doubt from the shaky feeling she must have after Vecna got hold of her. But you couldn’t help but feel it was more than that.

Suddenly, you reach out and pull her into a hug. In surprise, she lets out a small laugh before leaning into you and wrapping her arms around you.

“I’m so so sorry.” You mutter into Nancy’s hair as you hug her tight.

“For what?” She asks, confused.

“I made it worse.” You whisper, tears threatening your eyes, “If I hadn’t tried and… if I had just-”

“You can’t blame yourself for that.” She shakes her head, holding onto you. “You didn’t know Vecna was gonna let me go. I thought he had cursed me. Seeing you there… I needed that.”

“You almost died because of me.” You nod, teary eyed. “I made a mistake. A stupid irrational judgement, and it almost got you killed.”

“But you made it right.”

“It was so close-”

“Y/n!” She pulls back and practically shakes you into submission, shutting your mouth. “You’re the one actually cursed and you’re worrying about me? I’m here, I’m fine. And honestly, I’m gonna kill Vecna for what he’s doing to you. And to Max. I won’t lose you.”

“I’m not ready to lose you, either.” You admit and she pulls you back in for another hug.

Despite the lightened feeling of your shoulders, you couldn't help but feel that there was still something unresolved. It could be the guilt you couldn't shake off.

Or maybe it was the fact that Nancy was clinging onto you with more desperation than she ever has before.

It was deadly silent as you all rode in the RV, the sun just starting to set in the distance, casting a golden light onto solemn faces. Your last ride together before breaking apart.

Max, Lucas, and Erica would go to the Creel House, giving you a signal from the other side when Vecna was vulnerable.

Eddie and Dustin would distract the bats and barricade themselves inside Eddie’s trailer, giving enough time to take Vecna out for good.

Which led to you, Steve, Robin, and Nancy, heading to the very heart of the operation; Vecna’s lair.

You’d been over the plan a hundred times, right down to the last detail. Yet you couldn’t stop the horrible feeling in the pit of your stomach that it would all go wrong.

Looking up, you notice a set of brown doe eyes on you before they drift down to the floor. Taking a breath, you readjust the headphones you bore, willing the music playing through to silence your thoughts. But this song held too many memories to ever be comforting again.

Erica had found another tape for you, the War Zone apparently selling more than just weaponry. Although, in this case, music was the best weapon you and Max had.

Someday, love will find you

The chorus blasts into action, igniting a fire of nerves into your skin.

Break those chains that bind you

As you stared out the window, your breath hitched in your throat.

One night will remind you

The RV stopped and everyone glanced at one another, leaving Erica, Lucas and Max to stand.

How we touched and went our separate ways

Before she stepped off the bus, you stand from your seat, sharing a look before Max rushes over to give you a hug.

If he ever hurts you.

“Give them hell.” You both whisper with teary eyes, quiet enough for only you two to hear.

You hand her a lantern when you finally step back and Lucas gives you a brief nod, a silent promise he would protect her with his life.

True love won’t desert you

Once the door was shut, Steve pulled away and you watched them fade into the distance, sitting back in your seat.

You know I’ll still love you

Heading to the trailer park, you knew that this was real. Everything you had worked for, everyone you loved, it was all on the line now. And this was it.

Though, we touched and went our separate ways.

One last fight.

to be continued...

Chapter 19: So It Begins ->

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[patchouliauthor]

Why Not? | Bill Hader x F!Reader

Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI. Oral Sex (f. receiving) Switch!Bill if you squint, Unprotected P in V (wrap it up), professor!Bill, alcohol, mentions of daddy issues. Age gap but obvi still legal.

Word Count: 4270 something

A/N: this is the first one-shot I’ve posted and it’s because there is a LACK of Bill Hader smut and I’m here to solve that problem. Please send me more requests I love getting compliments and that’s what I am doing this for. There will be a part 2 and maybe even a part 3 to this idk.

Summary: You are a waitress and a college student. You meet the handsome Dr. Hader at your work and hit it off quickly. 

You had been working at this waitress gig for two years. It had grown into a second home for you while you were away at college. Serving plates of greasy food to quite an interesting crowd of people filled with interesting stories became commonplace to you, and it always kept you entertained. 

The summer was hot; this was the first time you spent summer in your college town as you were gearing up for your final semester. Finally graduating with a degree in Communication Studies, just 15 credits to go. Just had to get through the summer and then the five long months you had left. Did you know what you would do after college? Not yet, but you were surely going to figure it out. You always did.

You looked at the clock. Only an hour till you clocked out. Despite loving your job, you also loved going home and getting off of your aching feet. You were going to finish your last tasks for the night when your favorite host comes up to you. 

“I sat a guy in your section. He said it’s for two.” She said. She scurried along back to her station and you sighed. One more table won’t kill you, you suppose.

You looked over to the man and he had a bouquet of flowers. He looked rather nervous also, which confirmed your suspicions that this was a first date. He was quite handsome too, with dark hair and blue eyes. He was quite a bit older than you, you thought, maybe 45. A first date at 45? What an interesting fellow.

You walked to the table. “Hey there! Welcome in. What can I get for you?” 

He seemed startled. “Oh, I’ll just take a water with lemon for now.”

You smiled at him and went to get him his drink. You returned to the table with the glass and set it down. He doesn’t seem to notice as he is just looking out the window towards the parking lot.

“Can I get you anything else or would you like to wait for the rest of your party?” You asked quietly, trying not to startle him.

“I’ll wait. Thank you.” He said, smiling. He had a nice smile, and you really hoped he wasn’t going to get stood up. Then again, if he did, maybe you could offer this poor, handsome man some comfort.

“No problem. You’re my last table of the night so if you need anything just let me know.” You said. You smiled and walked away. 

An hour went by and no one joined the man at the table. You sat at the bar looking over at him. Your best friend Vic is the bartender, and the coolest person you know; they have dark green hair, both nostrils pierced, and patchwork sleeve tattoos featuring work from so many artists. Not to mention that they could read your mind.

“That guy’s been there forever. You should go see if he needs some company.” They said, smirking.

“Don’t tempt me. Why am I always attracted to older men?” You said back.

You turned to look at them and you both said at the same time. “Daddy issues.”

You both laughed and turned back to the man as he checked his watch and then looked at the door.

“Seriously, how long has it been since you were over there?” Vic asked.

“About 20 minutes. Should I go over again?”

“Only if you give him your number.” 

You rolled your eyes at them, but you did decide to go over again. He sighed and smiled at you as you walked up. 

“You want to order something? The kitchen is closing soon.” You said gently.

He sighed, his eyes sadder than his smile. “I’m alright. I’ll just take the check.”

You chuckled. “You just got a glass of water with lemon, I’m not going to charge you.”

“But I wasted so much of your time, I want to at least give you a tip.” He said.

You hold back the inappropriate joke threatening to spill out of your mouth. “How about I get you a real drink so your evening isn’t wasted.”

He looked at you and then down at the table before chuckling. “Hell, why not?”

You smiled. “How do you like your whiskey?”

“How do you know that I like whiskey?” he asked.

“If you don’t answer I’m getting it neat.”

He chuckles again. “I prefer neat.”

You smiled for what seemed like the 100th time at the man and went back to Vic to get his drink. They already had it poured and had a glass of your favorite cocktail right next to it. They pretended not to notice you approaching the bar. You rolled your eyes and smirked as you took both drinks. You and Vic had gotten quite used to the regulars here, and it wasn’t hard to guess the type of drink the man would want when he walked in. You considered yourselves pros at guessing, sometimes even making competitions out of it. As you headed back to the table you heard Vic whisper “Go get em tiger.”

You set the whiskey down in front of him and sat down across from him. He looked up with amused confusion.

“Sorry, I thought you could use the company.” You said, taking a long sip from your drink.

He smiled that gorgeous smile again. “You’d be right.”

“First date?” You asked, even though you knew the answer.

He looked down. “Yeah, the first in a really long time.”

“Oh?” You asked. You really hoped he wasn’t a widow or divorced, you’d hate to see those pretty blue eyes well up with tears, ever.

“Yeah, I…” He trailed off for a few seconds. “My last relationship didn’t end the best way.” 

You continued to look at him, waiting for him to finish that thought.

“I woke up one morning and she was gone.” He said, looking up at you, gauging your reaction.

“Oh. Were you married?” You asked.

“Oh no. We had a pretty long relationship but we never made that step.” He said quickly.

You were relieved despite yourself. You didn’t think you actually had a chance did you? Did you think that he would be interested in someone possibly 20 years younger than him? You shook that from your head and continued.

“So what do you do for a living?” You asked.

“Actually, I’m a college professor.” He said.

“Really? That’s impressive.”

“Not really. When you socialize with professors all day you realize they are just stuffy, but not much more special than other people.” He said.

“So do you have a PhD.?” You asked.

“I actually have two.” He said bashfully.

“Two? You are quite an interesting man.” You said, smiling over your drink.

He returned the grin while looking into your eyes.

You talked for a long time, nursing your drinks, until you saw Vic mopping the floor. He noticed at the same time.

“Let me pay for your drink.” He said

“Absolutely not.” You answered.

“Please? It’s the least I could do.” He said as he gave you slight puppy dog eyes.

You caved and went to get his check. As you input the information, you gave him your employee discount. You returned the check to the table. “I’ll take it whenever you’re ready.” 

He pulled out his card and handed it to you, and you took it to ring him up. You also decided to write your phone number on the check. What’s the harm? At least maybe you could make friends with someone who would be a great reference on job applications.

When you returned with the card and the check, you handed it to him. “You have a great night…” You trailed off as you realized you never asked his name.

“Bill. You have a great night too, Y/N.” He replied.

It took you a beat to remember your name tag, but when you did you smiled. You enjoyed hearing him say your name, and you hoped you’d get to hear it again. 

You headed to the back to clock out. You put your apron in your little cubby and went back out to grab his check to take it to the back. When you approached the table, you realized he left the bouquet he had brought. Daisies and baby’s breath. You picked up the bouquet and the check that he had left for you, and realized you weren’t the only one to leave a note.

“For you. Thanks for saving my evening.”

You were shocked, but flattered regardless. The floral aroma from the gorgeous arrangement warmed your heart and you took the check to Vic so they could put it in the banker’s box in the office. Vic smiled at the bouquet, but only wished you a goodnight and nothing else.

As you approached your car, you looked at your phone. You had a text from an unknown number.

“I had a great time. I hope I’m not being too forward, but I’d love to see you again.”

You smiled at your phone and then you got another text.

“Oh sorry, this is Bill by the way.”

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A few days had passed and you were getting ready for your second “date” with Bill. Did you consider your last encounter a date? Maybe this one was your first real date. 

You were going to The Solstice, a place that Vic recommended. They told you it was super low-key, perfect for a little date with an older man.

You were lining your eyelids with dark brown eyeshadow to create a siren eye effect. You also picked out a perfect black dress that accentuated your curves and black platform Mary Janes. You hoped the outfit wasn’t too dark, but you looked too good in black to pass it up. It was almost time to leave so you called an Uber to take you from your loft apartment. 

You loved your place, it was like a sanctuary to you. Your grandma had signed the lease on it when you were a sophomore in high school and decided where you wanted to go to school. She surprised you with the keys when you graduated. It had just the right amount of space and you felt so grateful. You didn’t know it then, but your grandma had been saving up the money to buy you this since you were born. When you found out, you drove home immediately to thank her in person.

The car pulled up to your apartment complex and you triple checked the license plate before you got in. The ride was uneventful, and you kept looking at your messages, worried that he’d text and cancel. Those fears subsided when your car pulled up to the door and he was standing outside waiting. 

He was wearing a gray casual suit that fit him perfectly. He wore just a plain white t-shirt underneath the jacket and white vans. Such a simple look but so flattering. You tried not to drool as you opened the door and stepped out onto the sidewalk.

When he looked up at you, his eyes brightened and he smiled wide. He had a funny look in his eyes like he was trying not to look you up and down. You wished he would.

You smiled back at him and gave him a hug. It’s at this moment you two hear the music pumping loudly from inside The Solstice. Maybe this wouldn’t be as low-key as you had planned. But hey, at least your outfit will fit in.

As you walked into the venue, it looked like a run-of-the-mill bar. So you were confused why the lights were so dim and the music was so loud. It gave off more of a nightclub vibe, and you weren’t sure how he’d react to that. It was then you saw the sign. “SATURDAY- DJ MIKE.” Of course the one night you came here, the DJ with the loudest speakers ever had to have a set. How were you going to have a conversation with this shy academic?

You turn to talk to him but when you look to where he was, he was not there. You start to worry that the environment had already freaked him out and that he left without another word, when you turn and spot him at the bar. He turned back and looked at you and offered a happy smile. You were still so shocked at his confidence; where did this come from? The bartender slid him two glasses and he set some cash on the counter before he turned back to you and smiled.

“Here you go.” He said as he handed you your drink. It shocked you that he remembered your favorite drink from your last evening together. Maybe you need to evaluate the type of men you typically go out with.

You smiled and took a sip of the drink. You almost immediately felt the confidence seeping into you from the alcohol. He looked over to a corner and found an empty table, then he lightly placed his hand on your lower back and walked with you over to the table.

When you sat down you immediately started apologizing. “I’m sorry. I’ve never been here before so when I suggested it I didn’t know it would be so loud.”

He smiled and shrugged. “Don’t apologize, I don’t mind at all. As long as there is a place where we can hang out, I’m fine with whatever.”

You again bite back the inappropriate urge to tell him that you could hang back at your apartment and instead take another drink of the cocktail he got you.

You talk each others’ ears off for a while, every once in a while stopping so he could get more drinks. The confidence from the liquor was drawing you to the dance floor.

“Do you want to dance?” You asked.

He giggled. “What?”

“Do you want to go dance with me?” You asked again, unwavering.

He contemplated for a few seconds, looking you in the eyes as he pondered the idea. Maybe he’s never really done this before. You didn’t mind, you just really wanted to get on the floor.

“Why not?” He said. It seemed like that could become a theme in your dynamic. You keep pushing him out of his comfort zone, but you hoped you weren’t being too pushy.

You smiled and grabbed his hand and walked to the dance floor. The DJ didn’t play any songs that you particularly wanted to dance to at all for the whole night, but that was when he played the song. “Maneater” by Nelly Furtado. You heard the “take it back” and immediately started dancing. 

The lights were dim enough that you could barely see anyone else, but you still had a hold on Bill’s hand. You then felt his presence right behind you. Without thinking you immediately grinded back into him and you felt his breath hitch against your ear. He slowly placed his hands on your hips and began following your movements. He kept his head behind your left shoulder as you continued to move your hips in a tantalizing circular way. You may not be the best dancer, but the liquor in your system seemed to say otherwise.

He was pressed tightly to your back. You could feel his breath on your neck and it was starting to become a distraction. You felt needier and needier with every second his hands were on you. The liquor was seemingly adding to his confidence as well, and the grip he had on your hips loosened and he started exploring more of your body. 

The song continued, and you did too. It felt like he was touching every inch of you and it was never going to be enough. You could never be too close to him. You turned around and as you did you realized by the tightness in his gray pants that he was feeling the same way as you. His eyes were only half open and he looked slightly disheveled.

“Call an Uber.” You said.

He didn’t say anything but instead whipped out his phone, ordering an Uber to his place at lightning speed.

Three more songs played but you barely noticed. You kept your eyes either on him or on the ETA of the car coming to pick you up. When it said it was a minute out, he grabbed your hand and swiftly walked towards the door. The car pulled up and he opened the door for you after checking the license plate. You slid into the car and he followed quickly behind.

The car ride was excruciating. If there was any more privacy in the vehicle, you know you would have been all over him. It was clear the driver thought so too by the looks he gave you periodically through the rear-view mirror. Bill’s place was only five minutes away from The Solstice, but it felt like five hours. His finger drew circles on your exposed thigh, and you instantly knew you were going to have a great night.

When the car stopped at his condo, he jumped out faster than you have ever seen someone move. He had your door open before you could even process that the car had stopped, and he reached out his hand to help you out of the car. He offered a quick “Thank you” to the driver and hurriedly walked inside, tightly gripping your hand the whole way. His hands shook slightly as he placed his key in the lock and opened the door. 

You took a step in and tried to take a look around. In seconds, he had the door shut and had you pressed up against it. You looked into his beautiful blue eyes as they darkened.

“Tell me if you don’t want to do this. I’ll never forgive myself if I take advantage of you.” He said quietly, his lips just inches from yours.

“I want to do this.” You said. You had barely got the words out when his lips were on yours. Despite the intensity of the kiss, you could feel that you were both smiling. One of his hands that pinned you to the door by your hips slid up and held your face, while your hands found a home within his tousled brown hair. The kiss continued to grow more and more desperate and he pressed further into you, lifting your leg up to his waist. 

He moved his lips from your mouth and down to your neck while you gasped for air. He kissed and sucked on your neck and you instantly knew you’d have to explain yourself to Vic, who no doubt would tease you about this for months. 

You felt the hardness in his pants graze across your core and couldn’t help the breathy moan that escaped your mouth. At the sound, Bill again captured your lips with his. He dropped your leg and began to walk you back to his bedroom, his mouth never leaving yours. When you felt the bed hit the back of your legs, you decided to seize control. You flipped him around and shoved him back onto his bed. He looked up at you with his puppy dog eyes and red swollen lips. His hair was wild and his cheeks tinted pink. He looked so beautiful and you felt an incredibly animalistic urge within you. You turned and shut his door while he continued to look at you. He started to get up.

“Ah ah ah.” You said. You swore you heard him whimper as he laid back against the pillows. 

You kicked off your shoes and slowly started taking off your dress. Underneath, you wore your favorite matching red bra and panties. As good as you looked in black, you looked twice as good in red. As you watched him freely look at your body in amazement, you knew you made the right choice.

“You can touch me now.” You said, and he was up in a flash.

He walked over towards you and put his hands on your waist, but he didn’t kiss you. Instead he continued to trace every inch of you with his eyes, like he was committing you to memory. Like at any moment you’d disappear and he’d awaken from this dream.

“You’re so beautiful.” He said, barely above a whisper. 

He finally kissed you but this one was different. It was slow and full of passion. It slowly started building up, resuming the desperation from before. It was then you realized he was fully clothed and you grabbed his suit jacket and roughly pulled it off of him. Next, you tugged at the bottom of his shirt, and you both broke the kiss just long enough for you to quickly take it off of him.

You sat down on the bed and began to take off his belt when he pushed you so your back was on the bed. As you made eye contact with him he began slowly sliding your panties down your legs.

His eyes never left yours as he placed a kiss upon your naked core.

“Oh honey, you’re just soaked. Is this all for me?” He asked.

“All for you Bill.” You answered.

He began licking the sensitive bud and you threw your head back in pleasure. He started to pick up the pace, sucking harsher and harsher and lapping up all of your juices. You could tell he had done this before, and that he was a fucking god at it.

You could feel yourself starting to come undone when he pushed a long finger inside of you. You moaned loudly at the sensation and you felt him hum with satisfaction. He pumped in and out of you slowly, savoring the feeling of you wrapped around his finger, literally.

“Oh Bill. I’m gonna-” 

“Cum for me baby.” He interrupted you. You didn’t need to be told twice.

You released hard and fast all over his beautiful face. While you were coming down from your high, you saw him stand up, his face glistening with you all over him. You smiled and he smiled right back.

“Want to taste yourself honey?”

You thought you could come undone for a second time at his words alone. You nodded and he dipped down to kiss your lips.

You pull him into another heated kiss and you flip him over so his back on the mattress. You start working at his belt, trying desperately to pull his pants off of him. Once you got them off, you saw the wet spot on his gray boxers. The tent he was forming within them intimidated you slightly, but you were determined to make it work regardless.

You yanked his boxers down his legs and watched his member spring up and hit his stomach. Watching that happen could only be considered a religious experience. You grabbed his large cock and started pumping. His head flew back in pleasure.

You began to wrap your mouth around him when he yanked your head back up.

“No.” He slightly growled. “I need to be inside you. Now.”

He pulled you up so you were above him and he lined up with your entrance. You tried to sink down onto him but he held you up by the waist.

“You’re sure you want to do this?” He asked. Always the gentleman. Asking for consent was the bare minimum but with him it was also incredibly sexy. 

“I’ve never been more sure.” You said and pushed his hands off of your hips. You sank down onto him slowly, adjusting to his size. 

“Bill. You are so big.” You praised him.

He groaned loudly at the feeling of you around him. “You feel so good Y/N.”

After you fully took him in and the pain turned into pleasure, you started bouncing up and down. He helped you by placing his hands firmly on your waist. You bounced for a bit and then sat down on him harshly, rolling your hips in a circle. His eyes rolled back into his head.

You could feel your second climax coming soon and he noticed you start to falter, so he flipped you over so you are on your back and he’s on top. He started pounding into you like you’re the only thing holding him to earth. 

“Bill, you're going to make me cum.” You moaned into his ear and he moaned back at your words. You felt his hips start to stutter as well. 

“Cum with me. Please.” He begged and he reached down to your clit. He rubbed circles on your most sensitive area and that pushed you over the edge. Feeling your release, he pulled out just in time and sprayed his seed all over your stomach. As he finished, he laid his head down on your shoulder. You both were panting and covered in sweat.

After a few moments he got up and went to the bathroom. He grabbed a washcloth and soaked it in warm water before he returned and cleaned you up. Your eyelids felt so heavy with the weight of how intense the past moments were.

He climbed back into bed and wrapped his arms around you tightly, pulling you into him. After a few moments, when he thought you were asleep, he whispered a soft “Thank you” in your ear. You tried to hide the grin creeping up your face as you slowly drifted off to sleep in his warm embrace.

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In Good Hands (Ragnar Ragnarson x OFC)

Couldn’t help myself, had to do one more for my favorite Ragnar the Younger!

Warnings - 18+ content, mentions of death and violence, childhood sweethearts to lovers, first kiss, flirting, jealousy, naked cuddling, smut

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Earl Ragnar watched his son further up the beach talking to Saga, the brown haired, green eyed daughter of one of his men. The younger Ragnar was smiling, which was often the case when he and Saga were together, but the girls smile was softer, sadder than normal. "We should take her with us." His wife appeared beside him. "This again?" Ragnar acknowledged his wife briefly before returning to readying the ship. "They are children." "Who is it that says every day how Ragnar is a man now, ready to be blooded in battle." She emphasizes the last part with a gruffer tone to mimic his own. When she receives nothing more than a disgruntled scoff she continues on, "Saga will be of marrying age soon." "She will." "And Ragnar certainly..." "Ragnar is sailing to fight, not to hump." Ragnar finally turns to face her fully. "Once we are settled, have our lands, her family will come soon enough. Then we will see. " ~~~ "Will you miss me?" She asked, smiling, but trying to hide the tinge of sadness inside. Young Ragnar smiled down at her, "Of course." He pauses and then adds, with mischief in his eyes, "Though not for long."   The remark earns him a hard shove to his chest though it doesn't budge him an inch. "You're a pigs ass." Ragnar laughs and catches her hands before she can assault him further, "I only mean... that your family will be soon behind us. Father has said so." She does not respond, face still indignant, but she also does not pull her wrists from his grip. "Ragnar!" His fathers voice booms down the beach, over the sound of the tide. "It is time!" Young Ragnar looked his fathers way and nods before turning back to Saga, his own smile softer now, less teasing. "Would you kiss me before I go?" Saga blinks up at him, considering, before turning her face to the side and presenting her cheek. Again Ragnar laughs, smile wider at her teasing, but all the same he drops a light kiss against the corner of her eye. He rested his lips there for a moment, "I will miss you." When he pulls back he can see that her eyes are misty, but she takes a deep breath and sets her face. Her hands come up to his jaw, his grip still gentle around her wrists, and she tugs him back down to her. "The next time I see you Ragnar Ragnarson, you will be a man." She kisses him, shy and sweet, on the lips and pulls back only enough to look him in the eye, "Now go, earn your reputation." Ragnar beams, moves his right hand to cup her cheek as gently as he could and rests his forehead against hers. Both of them closing their eyes and soaking in the moment, the damp air and the sound of the sea, the touch of eachother and the racing of young hearts. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Do you not have your own family to harass Ragnar Ragnarson?" Saga teased as young Ragnar trotted into camp on his big black horse and pulled up to a stop in front of her. "I can do that whenever I want." He tossed back at her with a grin as he swung down from the saddle. Saga shook her head as she patted the horse on his huge, blazed face. The war horse leaning into her gentle and familiar touch. "And my suffering is a special occasion?" Ragnar approached her, one hand resting on the steeds neck. "Very special." They stared at eachother for a moment smiling. Finally she broke the silence, "And what is your excuse this time?" "No excuse," Ragnar shook his head, "More ships are coming, I'm riding down the river to meet them." When Saga said nothing he continued, explaining his reasoning further, "Come with me." "Ragnar..." She looked around the farm, "Father will hang me from the rafters if I sneak away." "I'll ask him myself." His face was earnest, his voice sure. A reminder he was no longer the boy she had grown up with. "Really?" Saga seemed unconvinced, but an exciting little glint of hope lit within her. Ragnar merely winked and handed her the reins to his horse as he stepped past her, poking her in the side as he passed.   Still standing by the horse Saga occupied herself by undoing a fairy knot in the beasts mane, while she watched. Ragnar and her father speak for a moment. She noticed, for the first time, that her father now had to look up to speak to the younger man face to face. The little glint inside her grew, warming her from the inside out. When her father looked her way she held her breath and stood up straight, goosebumps rising on her arms upon her fathers nod. Young Ragnar was beaming as he approached, "C'mon then." "You'll have to help me saddle a horse." Saga reminded him but the look in his eyes and the smirk on his face caught her off guard. Not near so much as when he took hold of her waist and hoisted her up into the saddle. "Ragnar Ragnarson, what are you doing!?" She hissed at him. Mortified at what her father would do. Ragnar did not share her concern. He only grabbed the reins and a hand full of mane before swinging onto the horses back behind her. "I told you," Her breath caught in her chest as he settled in close against her back and wrapped his arms around her to take the reins, "Taking you to the river to watch the ships come in." She had thought for certain her father would drag him down from his horse as they walked past, but much to her  surprise he only hid a small smile and patted the horse on the rump as they walked by. ~~~ Her cheeks hurt from smiling as they ran across an open clearing on the other side of the woods. The horse had a smooth and comfortable gait, Ragnar was a solid presence behind her. His right arm held her tight around the middle and she could feel as much as hear him laughing behind her. At the top of a rise he pulled the horse to a stop. Even though they had stopped his arm still kept her held tight. Ragnars voice was clear, cheerful, if a little breathless from the laughter. "There they are. See them?" He lifted his right hand to point to the string of ships rowing their way up the river but he immediately curled his arm back around her again. "There's more than a dozen." Saga said, not expecting so many. "And more will come. Always more." He spoke so close to her ear it made her shiver and Ragnar chuckled, holding her tighter and pressing his nose into her hair. "Are you cold girl?" His lips brushed against her ear and she shivered again, "Or ticklish?" He dug his fingers into her side and squeezed, causing her to flinch and shy away from him with a gasp. She flinched so much the horse had to shift his weight, but Ragnar did not cease until she was bent over the horses neck, swatting at his hand, yelling for him to stop between fits of uncontrollable laughter. Taking mercy on her he stopped his attack, his own laughter full and loud as he pulled her back up to sit, leaning her against his chest. Laughter still in his voice he pressed his lips to the crown of her head. Saga shivered again, but this time rather than teasing Ragnar simply held her tighter and looked back to the ships. His voice low, "I remember when you and your family arrived, with the rest of fathers ships." He paused, smiling to himself when he felt her lean further into him, her hand moving to cover his, lacing their fingers together. He smiled wide and pressed another kiss behind her ear, "I came to this spot every day until I caught sight of the ships." "Don't pretend you were waiting only for me." Finally with her wits returned she snarked back at him. The smile in his voice evident he defended himself, "Believe what you want, but I was happy to see you." Her hand squeezed his as she stared at the ships creeping closer and closer, "You'll have ships of your own soon." " I will." Ragnar agreed. "Would you come to the water and see me off? Kiss me goodbye again?" "Would you come back to me again, if I did?" Her voice was solemn now, and quiet. Ragnar did not hesitate. "If that's what the fates have decided," He paused, took a moment to enjoy the feel of her in his arms, "And I believe it is." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Saga!" Saga turned and saw the boy approaching her. She smiled," Jonas, what are you doing here?" She stood up from the work she was doing and smiled. "My sister said she saw you collecting walnuts the other morning, I know you enjoy them so I brought you these." He held up a small sack, "They've already been dried and soaked." With a smile Saga climbed up the creek bank to approach him, "That's very thoughtful Jonas. Will you sit and have some with me?" He beamed, "I would like that." The two of them sat on a rock overlooking the creek snacking on what nuts they could open. Jonas sat on one side of the boulder with a smaller stone in his hand so that he could smash the hard hulls open. "Will your family be there tonight? The feast to celebrate young Ragnar before he and his men leave for Irland?" Saga asked as she picked the meat of a nut out of the crumbled shell. Jonas paused, a particularly hard shell sitting on the boulder between them, "Yes, we will be there. I will get to see you twice in one day." He gave her a shy smile. Saga laughed, "How unfortunate for you, I hope that does not ruin the fun for you." Wiping her skirt off she stood up and closed the sack of walnuts. "I should be getting home, but thank you again for these. I will see you tonight." Jonas watched after her as she headed down the long trail towards her family s farm. Thinking about seeing her at the feast again that night brought a smile to his face. With two more hard hits of the stone in his hand he was finally able to crack open the last shell. Still smiling, thinking of Saga, he popped the nut in his mouth and headed back towards his families own farm. ~~~ The hall was full to bursting and so loud Saga could barely hear herself think. She was glad she had found a spot close to the fire but behind Earl Ragnar and some of the other men where they were retelling stories of their own younger days. Young Ragnar, whom the celebration was for, was sitting across the fire from her and next to his Grandfather. He was watching her where she sat, trying her best to crack more walnuts open with the blunt handle of a knife with little to no luck. She was about to give up on her treat all together when she happened to glance up and see young Ragnar watching her. He smiled, then leaned in close to hear something Ravn had said to him. Ragnar listened and then looked back to her, smiling to see she was still watching and then he turned to speak into his Grandfathers ear. A moment later the older man was smiling and patting his grandson on the arm and then Ragnar stood up and moved through the crowd to join her on the opposite side. "Still eating? Is the feast not enough for you?" He teased as he came close. Patting the young man next to her roughly on the shoulder, a wordless order to move. As a response Saga kicked out with her foot and caught Ragnar in the shin. Hard enough to make him grimace but also laugh as he plopped down next to her. "It would be a shame for me to have to kill you at your own party." Ragnar laughed more as he got comfortable, "Now why would you do that?" He watched with mirth in his eyes as she attempted to bludgeon open one of the nuts. "For calling me fat!" "I did no such thing." He moved to drape his arm around her shoulders, "What is this you're trying to do?" Not waiting for the answer he took the blade from her hands and stuck it in the wall behind them. "Trying to open these stubborn things." She scowled at him as he took her blade. "Here, let me see." Ragnar reached across her lap to grab a handful from the small sack beside her. With a smile, like he was about to tell her secret, he leaned in close and dropped all but two in her lap. Holding the two in his one hand he closed his fist around them and watched her eyes snap open, as the shells crunched. When he opened his fist the two shells were nothing but crumbles and the walnuts within were revealed. Ragnar watched as she plucked the walnuts from his hand, grinning at how careful she was to avoid touching his hand. Tossing the shells into the fire he reached for two more and again, cracked them open in his one bare hand. This time however he popped the walnuts into his own mouth. "Hey!" She swatted at him, "They're mine!" "I'm the one doing all the work." He ignored the smack to his chest and grabbed two more to crack. Unable to stop smiling, watching Saga reach for her cup of ale, Ragnar held his hand out flat, offered it to her and waited for her to reach for them only to snap his fingers closed and refuse her. "Ragnar Ragnarson, I swear! You could teach a donkey a thing or two about being an ass!" She shoved her shoulder into him hard but he took it in stride, only tightening the arm around her shoulders to tug her closer. "Now that's not nice." He chuckled, pressing his forehead into the side of hers, "Here", he lifted his hand, but pulled it away when she reached for it. Shaking his head his whispered in her ear, "Let me." Her eyes shot open wide and a flush crept to her cheeks, only made worse by his next words. "Open your mouth." Suddenly out of her depths and her heart racing Saga wasn't sure how to respond and so, she did the only thing she could think to do. Do as she was told. So, she opened her mouth the tiniest bit and her heart caught in her throat as Ragnar carefully placed the treat in her mouth. As she began to chew she heard him chuckle but this time it wasn't teasing. Based on the look on his face and the low rumble behind the quiet laughter, Ragnar was pleased. With his left hand toying with her hair he pointed to the sack of goodies with the other, "Grab a couple. You try." "Very funny." Saga brushed some shells to the floor, ignoring him. "I'm serious, there's a trick to it, I'll show you." "Oh there's a trick to it..." Saga rolled her eyes, "I thought you were just that strong." A sharp, quick tug to her hair had her giggling, remembering all the times he had done that as a boy. "Stop teasing, do as I say." He grunted out a huff of air as her elbow connected with his ribs but still he laughed, watching as she placed two walnuts in the palm of her hand. "Now, use one to crack the other." Helping her he placed them a certain way and then told her to squeeze her hand tight. She squeezed and squeezed to no avail. Beside her Ragnar was chuckling, egging her on. "Harder! Harder! Don't weaken!" Finally taking pity on her he wrapped his hand around hers, nearly covering it completely, and helped her. Squeezing carefully but with enough force for the shells to shatter. Saga laughed as they both opened their hands, "Victory!" Ragnar laughed into his cup of ale as he watched her pick out the pieces to eat, "They put up a good fight." He watched, arching his brow as her face changed before him. Then very slowly, as if doubting herself, she raised one up to his mouth, "Open." Ragnar felt a bolt of lighting shoot down his spine and his left hand grabbed a firm hold of her shoulder. Only hesitating a moment he opened his mouth and watched as her fingers came closer, only to stop a breath away and quickly retreat to place the walnut on her own tongue, where it lingered long enough to taunt him before disappearing behind her lips. He laughed out loud, "You little shit." his right hand reaching to grab hers and stop her from stealing the last of them. They struggled for a moment, both tugging and pulling, both becoming breathless with laughter. As he finally won the wrestling match. Saga relinquished and placed the last walnut in his waiting mouth, shivering when his lips brushed over the tips of her fingers. Together they settled down, their breath calming but their eyes on fire and staring at each other. Ragnar pulled her closer, but it was Saga that broke the tension. Her voice soft and uncertain, "It's going to be so long before I see you again..." She let her hand move to hold his forearm for comfort, "What if you don't remember me? What if you forget about me and moments like this?" In an instant his face becomes serious, his eyes soften, "Never." He cups her face gently and holds her gaze, "I'll think of you every night when I close my eyes. I know I will." Slowly, his eyes watched hers closely as he leaned forward, brushing his lips over hers once. Then a second time, both of them more sure,  and Ragnars eyes fell closed as Saga relaxed deeper into his arms. His hand still held her cheek, he stroked his thumb over her brow. Saga leaned into his touch, eyes fluttering closed as she breathed in deep, "What if I am married while you are gone?" Ragnar’s jaw clenched, his eyes slid closed for a moment as he copied her deep breath. When he opened his eyes and held her gaze his voice was honest and his hold on her firm, "Then I hope he takes care of you, treats you well until I return and can have you for myself." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Earl Ragnar, as he was now known after the death of his father, sat at the head of the hall with the others. A celebration for the arrival of more men for the Dane army. Ragnar sat and drank and joked with the others but could not quite feel lighthearted enough to really join in. A new group entered the hall and one of them caught his attention. "Excuse me boys." He hefted himself out of his seat and worked his way through the hall to the man he recognized. "Ragnar!" The older man welcomed him with open arms and a strong hug. They embraced each other. "Look at you, a man and a warrior to make your father proud." He patted him on both shoulders, "It is a pleasure to see you Lord. You have my sword, and all my men. We are glad to see you returned. Glad to serve the Earl Ragnar." "And you friend. I am happy to see you as I'm happy to have you with me. As you were with my Father." Ragnar truly was happy to see his fathers man, but almost immediately his mind wandered to Saga. Her father must have noticed something cross Ragnar’s face because he smiled, "Saga will be pleased to see you returned as well. " Ragnar blinked, his back straightened, "Saga, she is here?" Her father smiled, and motioned across the hall. "She is there." She was there. On the far side of the hall among a group of men and women laughing and drinking. He could see well enough to know it was her, but one thing stood out to him clearly. "She wears her hair down." "Her husband was lost, last spring." When Ragnar turned to face the elder man, there must of been something in his eyes that belied his questions, "Go to her Ragnar, she will be glad to see you." Ragnar paused a moment looking from Saga to her father. He embraced him tightly once more and began to wade his way through the crowd. Saga did not see him approach until he was nearly in front of her. Immediately her face fell in shock. "Ragnar?" She looked him up and down, "Gods it is you!" She nearly threw herself at him and he caught her easily and with a smile. Wrapping his arms around her tightly and lifting her two feet off the ground. He held her there, her arms around his neck and their temples pressed together. "I have missed that smile." Ragnar told her. Then squeezing her tighter he whispered to her, "I've missed you." She sighed happily as he set her down, keeping her close. "I've missed you, and your hugs." Ragnar squeezed her tightly once more, grinning as she reached up to hold his face in her hands. "Look at you." She gazed up at him smiling, her thumb smoothing over the new ink adorning his brow. "You approve?" He released her, only to hold her chin between his thumb and forefinger, his smirk tilting up in one corner. Saga laughed, "I do." She continue to smile up at him. Ragnar looked her over, taking in the sight of her for the first time in years. "Come, sit with me." He took her hand in his and pulled her towards the front of the hall towards his seat. Not even waiting for her protest though one did not come. At least until they come close to the lords table, taken over by the leaders of the Danes. She tugged at his hand, pulling him to a stop, "Ragnar, wait." He turned to face her, confused, "What's wrong?" "Are you sure this is..." "Have you mourned your man?" He interrupted her, stepping in close to her. When she nodded he continued, "Have you taken another?" She shook her head.  "Do you still think of me as you did when we were younger?" Her slight blush gave him his answer but he waited for her nod. "Then let them see. You are my woman, and I am your man." He looked her over intently, "If that is what you still want." He waited patiently and was pleasantly surprised when she tightened her grip on his hand and this time pulling him along. Ragnar smiled and caught up to her pulling her close, his hands on her waist and spoke in her ear, "There she is." His comment earned him an elbow in the ribs and he laughed. At the table Saga turned to look for a chair but before she could find one she found herself instead pulled down into Ragnars lap. His hold on her strong, his body against hers solid, but she was comfortable and happy. When he would kiss her it was somehow both, like they had not seen each other in years and like they had never parted. Each time he would look up at her, pleased she was there, in his arms where she belonged once again. ~~~ Saga released a deep sigh and felt herself sink further into the bed, the furs and into Ragnar’s warmth. Ragnar was resting back against the headboard of the bed and a stack of pillows, Saga laid against him, her back to his chest and her head on his shoulder.  His sword hand lay around her shoulders and against her bare chest. Her fingers fiddling with his. "What are you thinking?" Ragnar asked softly. "For a man with so many muscles you are very soft and comfortable." Saga teased   In retaliation Ragnar reached to tweak a nipple between the rough pads of his fingers. When Saga squealed and shied away form his touch he laughed and pulled her tighter against him. "Tell me what you're really thinking." When she turned over to face him her smile was soft and so he softened his grip on her. Stroking his hand up and down her naked back. She enjoyed the feel of it for a moment, her eyes closed.  When she opened them again Ragnar was looking upon her with a smile and the fire reflecting in his eyes. Saga smiled and crawled up so they were face to face, "I am glad the Gods brought you back to me." Ragnar pulled her in for a kiss, loving the feel of her naked body against his, "I knew they would." With another content sigh she laid her head on his chest and rested her hand over the ink there. "You know what else I was thinking about?" "Hmm?" His hand settled low on her waist and he pressed a kiss to the top of her head. "It's silly." "Tell me." "Do you remember? The last night we were together? Before you left for Irland." "I do. You let me sit with you by the fire, hold you, kiss you." His hand began to stroke her side and then out of nowhere he chuckled, "I was cracking open walnuts for you. I was worried you were going to cut a finger off trying to break them open with a  knife." He laughed again, and it rumbled in his chest. Saga laughed with him, "You want to know something funny?" "Hmm?" "Do you remember Jonas? The boy that lived down the creek from my family?" "Vaguely. The odd, skinny one?" "Yes," She laughed, almost a giggle. "Those walnuts were a gift from him." She felt Ragnar twist his head to look at her. Then he burst out laughing, loudly. "What?" "That little shit." He laughed again, pulling her closer, "He spent that whole night glaring at me and now I finally know why." While Ragnar was still laughing Saga added, "We sat by the creek for awhile and ate some together. He had to crack them open with a rock." Ragnar laughed even harder, "No wonder it looked like he would've like to kill me." He moved, rolling so she was beneath him, while he continued to chuckle. "I thought of that night often," Ragnar paused to reach for Saga's face, tracing a finger over her full bottom lip, "The look on your face when I told you to open your mouth so I could feed you." His eyes darkened and he groaned as if in appreciation. "You looked so sweet and shy." Saga rolled her eyes, reaching one arm up to wrap around his neck and with the other she stroked her own thumb over his bottom lip. He watched her intently, still a soft smile on his face, even as his eyes darkened, "Now look at you." Ragnar slid his rough, worn hand over her throat and breast, down her flat stomach and between her legs. For a long, silent moment they stared at each other, the only sounds the crack of the fire and the occasional breathy hum from one or the other of them as Ragnar played with the wetness of her cunt. The mess they'd already made together remained and made her entrance even slicker than before. Ragnar could not help the throaty growl of satisfaction as he entered again. Hearing her moan as his thick cock slid home and feeling her tugging him down to her by his beard. "You are so much more than I even could dream," He murmured against her lips, growling again as his praise sent her arching up against him, "When the winds were cold and the ground was hard," He began a steady pace, each stroke making sure to reach as deep within her as he could. "I would take my cock in my hand and think of you." Ragnar thrust harder and Saga moaned, hands scrabbling at his back. "I would think of you, soft and warm beneath me," He paused to catch her eye and grinned, "Smirking up at me just like that." When Ragnar nipped at her bottom lip, and they smiled against eachothers kiss. "Now you have me." She whispered between breathy gasps. "I'm yours Ragnar, you have me." At her words Ragnar could not help but groan and crash his lips down on hers, dropping the whole of his weight onto her as he fucked into the mattress, "And I will not let you go," His voice was becoming strained with the effort, both of them panting as she wrapped her legs around him and he clawed at her thigh, "Never again Saga, I'll never let you go again." ~~~

[iamthemain-character]

Merry x reader where they were friends before the while shebang and when Merry and the others come back to the shire Merry accidentally reveals his feelings and stuff

(also if the reader could be pretty ugly as well ty)

Hello, thanks for requesting!!! A little note, I genuinely don’t believe anyone is ugly, but I tried to hint that the reader wasn’t conventionally attractive. Remember, just because you don’t fit other people’s standards doesn’t mean that you’re not beautiful in your own way. <3

Coming Back For You

Merry Brandybuck x reader

gender neutral pronouns

TW: Reader is kinda sad in the beginning, mentions of assuming people are dead

LOTR Masterlist

16 months and 19 days.

Once the hobbits’ mysterious disappearances had reached 6 months, most people started to assume that they were dead. Memorials were held, condolences were given, but by the 12 month mark, life had returned to a sense of normalcy.

But for Y/n Y/l/n, life couldn’t be normal again. Merry Brandybuck, one of the missing hobbits, was their best friend. His absence left a large, unfilled hole in their life.

Merry and Y/n had been neighbors since childhood, running around and getting into scrapes and messes from the time they could talk. Merry was the one who stood up for Y/n when the other children would tease them about their looks. He would always wipe Y/n’s tears away, reassuring them that they were [beautiful/handsome] to him. Merry was the one who helped Y/n get their very first job waiting tables at the tavern, and he was their best customer, always making sure they got enough tips at the end of the night. With Merry, Y/n felt safe, like they could just be themself. Their heart had recently complicated things a bit; heart flutters and blushing became more and more frequent when Y/n and Merry would touch. Still, he was their best friend, and their life felt complete with him.

So when Merry went missing without a word, Y/n’s entire life felt like it had been uprooted. Their days were dreary and long, unable to see their friend’s cheery smile or hear his contagious laugh. Y/n’s heart was hurt and heavy, and it felt like they would never be able to smile again.

Y/n refused to believe Merry was dead; no matter what the other hobbits would say, Y/n remained in denial. In their heart, they knew he wasn’t dead, he couldn’t be dead. So every week, Y/n would go to Merry’s house to dust and clean in case he ever came back. It was also therapeutic for them, being able to be surrounded by his things and his essence. Sometimes Y/n would entertain the hope that they would be cleaning and Merry would walk right in through the door, sweeping them up into a hug and launching into his story about where he had been gone. But as weeks blended into months, and the months blended into a year, that hope became dimmer and dimmer.

Now it was almost 17 months since Merry had disappeared. It was fall, and the crunchy leaves underneath Y/n’s feet as they walked to his house. They stopped at the door, pausing a moment to close their eyes.

“One last time.” Y/n whispered under their breath.

As they pressed their hand against the door, but stepped back in shock when it gave, creaking as it swung on its hinges. Y/n took great care to close the door whenever they were finished, so, alarmed, they threw the door open.

And there in front of Y/n’s eyes was the hobbit they so dearly loved. Merry had lost a lot of weight, his hair was longer, and his skin was covered with visible scars. But when he turned around, Merry’s beautiful green eyes, though a bit sadder, lit up when he saw Y/n.

The pair rushed together, wrapping their arms around each other as if they would never let go again. Merry pressed Y/n impossibly closer to him, taking in the feeling of having them near again. Tears freely fell from both pairs of eyes, their hearts bursting with emotions.

“Meriadoc Brandybuck, where on middle earth have you been?” Y/n had meant to joke, but their voice failed them, coming out as a desperate whisper.

“I’m so sorry. There was this thing with Frodo and a ring, and then we had to save the entire world, I swear I never meant to leave you this long.”

Reluctantly pulling back, Y/n looked at Merry quizzically. “You saved the entire world???”

Merry laughed at that, shaking his head. “I’ll tell you about all that, I promise, but I need to tell you something else first.”

Merry took Y/n’s face in his hands, thumbs stroking over their cheeks as he drank in the sight of their face. His voice was hushed and reverent when he spoke. “These past months, I have seen and done things I never would have thought of two years ago. I have lost my way, and lost friends, and seen a whole world outside of The Shire.” Merry paused here, swallowing hard as tears glistened in his eyes. “But no matter what happened, all I could think about was you. How I missed you, how I wished I could have you with me, how I had to protect you. The thought of returning to you was the only thing that kept me going. You are the only thing that mattered to me Y/n.”

“Merry, what are you saying?

“I’m saying that I love you Y/n.”

Shock washed over Y/n as they heard those three words. Despite wanting to hear them for so long, they couldn’t believe it.

“But I’m not [pretty/handsome], I’m not clever, I’m not-“

Merry shook his head furiously, as if he wanted to shake the thoughts out of their head. “Y/n, you don’t see yourself as I see you. You are everything I could ever want, and I love you. I love you Y/n; could you possibly love me too?”

Tears threatened to spill over again as Y/n nodded their head. “Yes Merry, yes, I love you.”

Smiling, Merry leaned in and kissed Y/n. His arms wrapped around their waist, and their hands found their way to his hair. All the longing, all the hope, and all the passion was poured into that kiss, as if they were making up for lost time, but also making a promise for the future.

[loco-bird]

Yup I am one of those people who very rarely cries with films, but I completely turned on the water hose with Hatchiko, so Argos definitely dehydrates my eyes too

The fact that Argos could recognize him immediately even under the spell is so touching, and the symbolism of selflessness and loyalty is the most beautiful and sad thing in this context 😢 Now I'm gonna take a moment to miss my doggo, he passed away much more than a decade ago and I still miss my boy... To someone who knows the type of bond these animals build with you this part of the story definitely hits harder💔

I've said it before but this is such a beautiful breed, adorable looking and yet so fierce looking as well, makes total sense that Argos could be one of these guys! It's perfectly fitting for the era and location, and for the types of chores they would use these animals for!

It's crazy how this boy has such a short appearance in the Odyssey yet it's so impactful! And it's so touching that Odysseus remembers him too despite him looking so old and weak 😢 and the fact that Odysseus could not even touch him or even cry for him at that moment is such a knife to the heart 😭 the good boy only feels that his job is done and now he can die happily for seeing his owner back home, that's all he wanted 😭

Oh that's interesting that despite not being able to hunt with his owner he was still known as such a fast dog which seems to imply he did his job well! Oh boy this could definitely be one more thing added to Odysseus' wrath on the women, who besides everything else also neglected his companion...

And man that is definitely a good point, Argos in a way makes Odysseus feel like he is looking at a mirror for his pain 😢

That's also a very interesting connection! It would be really cool if his name connects to both his speed and the Ship which is linked to Odysseus' family history. That's such a nice detail!

Oh man and it's true Argos is his last great loss after the arduous journey! And man seeing Argos so old when he can remember him as a lively young dog really does remind Odysseus that so many years have gone by since he has left, the weight of time crushing upon him with his companion 😢

Gosh yeah in a dog's prespective it was almost so much more than a lifetime, he waited until the very last second and was only holding on to life for Odysseus...

And definitely the fact that Odysseus was not even able to say goodbye in the last moments was the worst... He lost all of his comrades including his companion and he couldn't say goodbye to any 😢 plus the complete selflessness of the sweet boy being just satisfied at seeing him 😭😭

Again such a short passage yet so meaningful 😢 He waited for that moment, that's all he wanted and then he could depart 😢 and it's a good point that despite everything he had a quick ending while happy...

Oh man yeah... Argos knew right away and it's so sad that even his son had his doubts for a moment before recognizing him, because it has been so long and he couldn't remember him like that since he was a baby, while with Argos it was immediately from far away while Odysseus was disguised 😭

Gosh that is true too, his mother waiting for him was her death but to Argos it was his whole motivation to stay alive 😢

Oh gosh girl this short scene is so heartbreaking yet so beautiful 😭😭 the sadness for the companion he didn't even get to see for the last time 😢💔

It's so sweet that Odysseus remembers, and that he wants to go see Argos one last time before going to visit his father... even if it's just his body... And the way his smile fails at seeing nothing there 😭

And man that's so much for a dog to even live, in dog years that boy was more than 100! Really holding on the best he could... Poor Odysseus feeling the sadness and guilt of not being able to hold him 😢 it's even sadder that he expected to find nothing there but still was heartbroken for not seeing him... And the conflicting feeling of not wanting to see the corpse of his friend in a worse state but not having anything there still is so painful...

Aww him going down and crying and asking for forgiveness is so terribly sad and touching! Especially him telling him to wait a bit more... And trying to smile and be strong for him and his memory, promising and hoping to see each other again in the afterlife 😭

The symbolism of the branch from the olive tree he praises so much is so deep, and the little snack he remembers the dog liking is so cute ❤️😭

And it seems so painful for Odysseus to even walk away at that moment... the way he walks slowly after being called, he knows he must move on now but it hurts so much 😢

Amazing portrayal of emotions once again dear so beautiful sweet and sad 😭😭😭❤️❤️❤️

If you bawled your eyes out at Hachiko perhaps you are not ready for Argos 😭😭

Argos (a small analysis) + after note story

So we all know that Odysseus lost more than 600 of his shipmates in total (both at war but most of all to his fateful trip to return to Ithaca) but I believe we must talk more of one last loss Odysseus suffered and that was at his own home; the loss of probably his most loyal companion who recognized him unconditionally even under the spell of Athena; his loyal Dog Argos.

The Dog:

Argos was Odysseus's loyal hound. The dog has been identified by some other brilliant Tumblr writers such as @pelideswhore as a Greek/Hellenic Hare Hound:

A midium-sized ancient dog breed that has been used for millennias in Greece (and after the spread of hellenic culture by the colonies and Alexander the Great etc in most Balkans) as a hound and a tracking dog. These dogs are known for their exceeding loyalty, playful energetic temperament and unique personality.

In the Odyssey:

Argos appears only once in the Odyssey (Hom.17) and that is when Odysseus enters the gates of the palace he notices an old dog covered in flees and parasites at the gates of the palace. The recognition is mutual and immediate. Argos who waited for more than 20 years for his master who raised him from puppy no longer has the strength to move but slowly pushes his ears back and wags his tail softly. Odysseus on the other hand feels his eyes tear up and yet he has to wipe them and hide himself so Eymeus won't recognize him. He has to pretend again that he doesn't know and he has to walk past his most loyal friend. Argos on the other hand just leans back and dies on the spot for he has now the delight of seeing his master back home and now he can die in peace...

We get very little information on Argos story but we know that Odysseus raised him from pup but he didn't have much time to have joy with him ("ουδ' απόνητο" = he didn't use him, he didn't hunt with him) but Eumeus mentions how there was no quicker dog in hunting so in a way Argos at some point did hunt with the younger generation but eventually probably the dog grew older and more and more depressed. When Odysseus was pronounced dead by many the slave women neglected him and bore no respect for him anymore and so Argos withers away but keeps waiting for his master.

Interestingly the term of "use" here is απόνητο which seems to have the hidden essence of "pain" since πόνος stands for "pain" in Greek. So in a way the ουδ' απόνητο might as well have the hidden meaning "not without pain". In a way the dog is not without pain if anything his pain seems to reflect his master.

The name:

In regards to the name "Argos" stands for "swift" or "quick" in homeric Greek (which could be indicative on the dog's speed) but as some people tend to suggest in their headcannons it seems to be an indirect mention of "Argo" the legendary ship that went for the Golden Fleece. Odysseus is linked to the ship in more than one way;

According to some versions, his father Laërtes was one of the men who took part to the legendary quest as an Argonaut

One other member of the Argonauts was the legendary Heracles who, according to some myths, was linked to his grandfather, Autolycus who taught him how to wrestle.

Quite frankly both versions seem possible or if anything they are not mutually exclusive. Maybe the dog's swiftness was also a reason for Odysseus to link him to that ship.

The tragic importance of Argos:

The scene is probably the last death linked to Odysseus and the last death to affect him. Argos is also the first actual living proof that Odysseus gets for the consequences of the passage of time in such a brutal way. Yes he did see Eumeus and heard his tragic story but Argos is basically giving Odysseus the perspective of time; for him 20 years were a lifetime but for his dog it was double as such.

Odysseus faced someone who by perspective endured longer than what he did.

The death is also the slowest and most tragic he had to face; his comrades died violently and swiftly. Argos was there. Odysseus had the chance to say goodbye at least to ONE FRIEND before death and at that moment he was unable to. He had to pretend he didn't know him and he could not say goodbye to him. And yet Argos DIDN'T CARE!

To Argos it didn't matter that Odysseus had to pretend he didn't know him. He was unconditionally happy to see him again, so much that he totally just finally allowed himself to die after finishing his duty and greeting his master back home.

The ending of his life is also described abruptly and simply by Homer

"But alas, Argos received the fate of black death the moment he saw Odysseus upon the 20th year" aka "Death claimed Argos the moment he saw Odysseus again after 20 years). In a way the dog's death is the opposite of his life (his life was long and tormented but his end was swift, simple, happy and sweet)

Argos is an excellent parallel with Telemachus too in order to show how the heart is the one who recognized Odysseus and not eyes or mind. Argos knew Odysseus more than Telemachus due to the fact that he was raised by him but Argos didn't spend so much time with him either and yet he recognized him and welcomed him even under the disguise. Telemachus's first instict was that his brain doubted when he saw his father without a disguise before he was convinced. Argos knew...he always knew.

Odysseus was recognized for the last time by someone else before entering the palace as a beggar aka as a nobody again as someone without identity until he was recognized again by his old nurse.

Argos is in a way a parallel to Anticlea. Anticlea withered and died by waiting. Argos seemed to have gained strength by hope to see his master again for he endured for a life that was already almost double than most dogs and also this death Odysseus was on time to witness. Unlike Anticlea who died before Odysseus could be there in her final moments, he was there for Argos

Argos is yet another death that Odysseus was not allowed by circumstances to mourn.

A tribute to Argos

Odysseus walked slowly outside the door of the palace. After the day he finally spent to his home and the preparation of everything to visit his old father Laërtes, he knew there was something else he had to do...something he believed he owed to a friend. His heart clenched as he walked out of the walls. His sad smile failed. There was nothing there.

That spot he was staring now was the last resting place of one of his friends he never thought to see again; his loyal Argos. Argos had waited for him for two decades; more than double his lifetime and Odysseus couldn't even hug him one last time; If only he could! Even if he was covered in flees. Even if the dog was in terrible condition...he deserved it. And yet he couldn't.

However now there was nothing there.

Odysseus sighed. He had expected that. He had spent at least two days in the palace before he got his revenge. Who would have left a dead dog out there for so long? Odysseus was prepared to face the terrible sight of a corpse full of maggots and flies but apparently he was spared that last horror. He was both sad and grateful for that.

He fell to his knees and touched the spot where the loyal dog met his end and finally he let his tears fall for one last time for real this time.

"Forgive me, boy..." he whispered, "you waited so long..."

He wiped away his tears and forced a sad smile on his lips.

"We could have done so much together, my friend...alas fate had other plans... Perhaps we will get our chance in another life...maybe we can hunt together in the underworld..."

He placed a small lily flower and an olive branch from the tree in his room to the spot. He then left there a dried apricot; it was Argos's favorite snack he remembered.

"Forgive me my boy...you will have to wait for a bit longer...perhaps... Perhaps I will see you waiting for me when Argophontes brings me down the bitter river as a dead soul..."

He heard someone calling him. Yes, it was about time to go and pay his respects to the last person waiting for him...

He stood back to his feet

He slowly walked away.

[xmalereader]

Bruce Wayne X Brother! Reader || 2 ||

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Authors Note: I did have a sadder version but lost inspiration half way and decided to end it short :/ sorry everyone!

Summary: Reader and Bruce are both brothers who grew up together. One had everything while the other lost everything.

Warnings: Slight fluff, some angst, brotherly love, slow build up.

Word count: 1.3k

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He glared at the flowers that leaned against the door frame. He glared at the letter attached to them.

Bruce Wayne

It’s been two weeks since they’ve last spoken and everyday since then his brother was always leaving him gifts behind. He told him to stay away and to pretend like he didn’t exist, he didn’t want to be known and with Bruce leaving these gifts behind only made him grow angry.

He picks up the bouquet and letter, tossing them both in the trash bin nearest to the kitchen as he leaves for the day. He’s always ignoring the gifts he gets, wether they are good or not he’s not keeping anything that’ll remind him of his brother.

He leaves his apartment building and heads down to the art shop where he sees Julie outside putting up signs. She takes notice of his glare and winced. “Another?” She questions which earns her a nod. “He won’t stop.” He grumbled out angrily as he steps inside the shop, looking for some new sketchbooks since he completed his last one two days ago. “Maybe he really wants to catch up, you know? I mean, he’s the only family you’ve got.” Julie follows him around the shop. The two have grown close to become friends.

“He’s not my brother, we were never close as kids and he rarely knows me.” Y/n huffs out, bending down to check on some notebooks.

“Yeah—well maybe he does want to know you.” Julie smiles. “Just give him a chance.” She’s been trying to convince him to bond with his brother who he rarely spoke to or even knew. The two boys were never close and they never tried to create a bond until now.

Bruce was trying to hard and all he wanted was to be alone and get back to his normal life. “Why don’t you give him something back?” Julie asks, tapping her finger against her chin as she thinks. “Leave him some art work, small work.”

“I’d rather leave him a death threat on his doorstep and tell him to fuck off.” Y/n mumbled over his shoulder as he picks a blue notebook and stands back up, sighing deeply as he ran his fingers through his hair in exhaustion. “Fine—I’ll send something small but I’m not creating a bond with him.”

“Technically, you sending something is already a form of bonding—“

“Shut up!”

Julie laughs at him as she rings him out. Y/n is quick to leave the shop and back out into the streets. He shivers at the cold wind, Gotham will soon be covered in snow and he wasn’t a big fan of the cold weather. He sighs to himself as he stuffed his things in his bag, biting his lip as he thinks back to what Julie told him about bonding with Bruce.

He didn’t know what to give Bruce, the man already had everything. What else would he need?

Y/n finds the situation complicated and instead changed his mind on even trying. He’d rather deal with Bruce being annoying towards him instead of creating that bond they never had. He zips up his jacket and began to head home, ignoring the other civilians of Gotham who also walked down the pavement. He sighs deeply to himself once he arrived back home, unlocking the door and stepping inside.

He pushed the door open only to see a sealed up letter fall from the door. He raised a brow and bends down to pick it up, turning it over to see his brothers name. He frowns deeply, holding the letter right between his fingers as he turns back around and heads down the hallway.

He’s had enough of these petty gifts. He wasn’t going to allow Bruce to bribe his way into his life, no way in hell is he going to allow that. So, he makes his way towards Wayne tower where his lovely step brother is living, watching everyone from above. Bruce was the real Wayne here in Gotham while he remained as nothing. He didn’t care about money or titles, he just wanted to be left alone and didn’t want to get involved with Bruce’s life again.

He spent too many years alone and doesn’t care if Bruce is trying to make things up. The man was far too late in trying to reconnect.

Upon his arrive to the Wayne tower, he is able to find a way inside without having to deal with anyone getting in his way. He lived in the tower himself, knowing the secret routines into sneaking out and getting in without being detected. He still remembers the days he snuck out without his parents knowledge, trying to find some freedom from being hidden.

He walks through one of the tunnels that takes him down to the basement. It used to be full of cars or other additional storage, but he didn’t expect himself to stumble upon his brothers nightly activities. The place was set up with computers along with equipment for his suit. His brothers motorcycle parked near the entrance along with his car hidden underneath a tarp. Now he knows where he keeps everything hidden.

He shakes his head with a groan, rubbing his temples as he continues to walk through the basement where he finds Bruce hunched over his computer, not knowing he was there. So, he approached his brother and slams the letter down, startling Bruce with wide eyes as he stands from his seat.

“How did you—?”

“Stop sending me things.” Y/n cuts to the chase. “If you think sending me things is going to fix our family relationship, well it’s not.” He points a finger at bruce, glaring at him. “I told you to leave me alone. To pretend like I don’t exist—now stop the bribing because it’s not going to work.”

Bruce frowns, standing from his seat as he glanced at the letter and then back at his brother. “I’m not bribing you, I just want to start over. I know that we didn’t get along well as kids but you are still my brother.”

“Step brother.” Y/n corrects him, sighing deeply. “It doesn’t matter Bruce, it’s not your responsibility to reconnect.”

“You weren’t there.” Bruces voice grows louder, stepping forward as he takes ahold of his arms, giving him a soft glare. “You weren’t at our parents funeral and you never showed up back home. I thought you were gone forever or that you ran away! I searched for you, Y/n. You can tell me that we never got along but I wanted you by my side. You’re all I have left and searched for you.”

Y/n shakes his head, pulling away from Bruce’s hold. “Bruce, that was a long time ago—focus on yourself, focus on being Gothams knight.” He gestures to the basement, letting him know that he is to continue on without him. To be Batman and to continue helping the city.

“Just give me a second chance.” Bruce steps up, a hint of desperation on his face. Bruce was alone when he grew up and expected his brother to be there with him but he wasn’t. Now that he has him back, he doesn’t want their relationship to be ruined again. “Just a chance.” He says again as Y/n looks away, debating if he should give this another try or not.

Y/n sighs deeply, rubbing his temples. “I’ll give you another chance.” He mumbled out but quickly points a finger to Bruce. “But don’t ever mention my name or that we are brothers. I want a calm and peaceful life and not have the press coming after me, got it?” He warns. Bruce nods in return. “Got it.”

“Good.” Y/n sighs deeply as he shakes his head, brushing past him as he heads towards the elevator. “I’m hungry, so I’m going to eat here.” He grumbled out, ignoring Bruce’s smirk as he enters the elevator, giving his older brother a glare while he rode the elevator up. He said he would give this a second chance, he never promised that things will go back to normal between them

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Are You Happy?

Liam Dunbar x gn!reader

WORD COUNT: 1049

WARNINGS: mentions of breaking up, crying

REQUESTED: /, angst and a little hurt/comfort in the end

SUMMARY: A month after breaking up, you see Liam and Hayden out on a date. Truth be told, you thought it would hurt more but in the end, you’re just happy he’s happy.

A/N: Here it is! My first fic for the 600 followers celebration! i hope you enjoy it, it’s also my first teen wolf fic, so i hope it doesn’t disappoint. The text in italics is a flashback. Based on the song Happier by Ed Sheeran

CREDITS: gif credits to whoever made it

It’s been a month since Liam and you broke up. You don’t know why or when everything went wrong but it did. There’s one thing you’re sure of though; both of you were at fault. However, you can live with that - all relationships just aren’t meant to be. Well, this relationship is one of them.

Walking down the streets of Beacon Hills, you’re thinking about all the happy and sad memories the two of you shared. There are a lot of them, after all, you were dating for quite some time. He was your first love and even though it ended badly, it was still so beautiful while it lasted and frankly, you don’t regret a thing. Looking back at it now, you notice that you mostly remember the good moments: the nights when he held you after a bad day, the days you needed an escape from the world. Yet there is a memory that will always hold a special place in your heart:

It was a peaceful Friday night, Liam and you walking back from school a little later than usual since you were studying late. It was already dark outside, so dark that you couldn’t see a couple of meters in front of you. It all seemed so scary, now that the pack let you in on the secret about the supernatural world yet somehow, with his hand in yours, you felt safe. It was the first time in your life that someone was making you feel this way but it all felt so natural with him - everything did all the time.

“Are you okay?” he asks, snapping you back from where you were lost in your thoughts. Looking up at him you could barely see his face even though it was lit by the moonlight.

“Why wouldn’t I?” you smile, snuggling a little closer into his hold.

“Well you know, because of me being a werewolf and all that stuff, it’s a lot to take in,” he explains, his voice full of stress, fearing that you don’t understand what all this means.

“Liam,” you start, looking up at him once more. “I don’t care. You’re still you,” you state, softly cupping his cheek, stopping the two of you from moving forward. “You’re still the same old you. If anything, I feel safer knowing that you can protect me. But if your actual question was if I’m afraid of you? Not in the slightest.” you finish, a smile reappearing on your face, his expression matching yours. Instead of replying, he bends down and presses his lips on yours, guiding them into a passionate kiss.

And looking back at it now, that’s the moment you knew - the moment you knew you were in love with Liam Dunbar.

Suddenly you stop in front of a cafe, wishing for a hot cup of tea in your hands to make you feel warm on this cold autumn day. Yet before you could walk in, something, or rather someone catches your attention, a person sitting inside. It’s none other than Liam, on a date with what looks like Hayden. He’s smiling and laughing like you haven’t seen him do in forever. It hurts to see that that person is not you but in the end, you’re just happy he’s happy. That’s all you ever wanted and what you still do.

Before you could walk away though, his look catches yours, his smile immediately fading which makes you even sadder. Standing up he makes an excuse to Hayden, walking away and slipping out the door when she wasn’t looking. You could’ve walked away but for some reason your body froze, your legs not cooperating with your brain. You only gain back control when his form appears in front of you but by then it’s already too late.

“Hey,” he starts, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly like he wouldn’t know what to say.

“Hi,” you reply, waving at him like you’re some old friends that didn’t see each other for a couple of years and now they don’t know what to do with each other.

“Look… I’m sorry, okay. I know it hasn’t been that long but I realized that our relationship is really over and I needed to move on,” he explains, only earning a shake of your head from you, a sad smile accompanying it.

“Oh, Liam, you don’t need to explain anything to me, okay? I never wanted to hurt you, I really didn’t and honestly, I have no idea what happened but the important thing is that it did and we can’t change it. All we can do now is move on now, as you already said. I don’t blame you.” you finish, only now realizing that somewhere in between you took his hand in yours. He hasn’t said anything so you just left it there, somehow still representing comfort to you even after everything. “You deserve happiness. Hell, you deserve it more than anyone and if she makes you feel that way, then there’s nothing more I could’ve wished for,” you state, pressing a soft kiss against his cheek. “Are you happy?”

“Yes,” is all he says, an answer you wanted and expected to hear.

“I’m glad,” you reply as you walk away, finally allowing your tears to fall.

Fastening your step you crash into someone, immediately starting to apologize before you look up and see who you crashed into, happier than ever to see him at that moment.

“Stiles,” you murmur as you fall into his arms, a loud sob escaping your lips.

You don’t need to explain anything, he knows exactly who got you crying like that. But all he can do right now is hug you, reminding you that it’s not the end of the world even if it might seem like it.

“I know, Y/N/N, I know,” he whispers, softly caressing your back. “You’re going to be okay, one day you’re gonna feel it too,” he adds, earning a nod from you.

In times like these, you’re glad you can turn to someone because if he wouldn’t be there, you don’t think you could’ve survived. You may seem dramatic but it’s true - Liam meant everything to you and losing him hurt more than anything you could’ve ever imagined.

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Loki Laufeyson:Delusions (Loki x Reader)

Warning: NONE! Slight Mean + Sad Loki

A/N: Love this one! I always feel so bad for Loki in Thor The Dark World :(

Summary: After Loki returns to Asgard he is immediately sent to prison for his crimes on Earth. Unfortunate events occur when Asgard is under attack and you just want nothing more than to check in on your beloved.

Word Count: 2k+

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The news of Loki return to Asgard was both worrisome and exciting. There were rumors being spread about that he was returning as a fugitive for the destruction of not only earth, but the crimes that he had committed against  Asgard. You of course found yourself just happy to know that he was alive. He may not had been well, but sure he was very much alive.

Living. Breathing. Speaking.

Out of all Thor’s closest friends, you and Loki bounded the most, which caused you solely, to develop feelings for him. These feelings would lead to a sever fallout between you and your warrior companions. With Loki’s criminal accusations, hate and critism came from many, especially from Sif and Fandral. For you to still think highly of him,--well you were considered a traitor in their eyes.

When he returned you were forbidden to pay him any visits. Odin also ordered that the only visitors Loki received were of kin and even those visits were kept very minimal. Now with the unbearable news of Frigga’s death you worried about his sanity even more than before.

The queen has been deceased for a few days now, Thor was easily consoled  by Jane’s presents and the support of the Asgardian people who were also mourning their queen. However no one was concerned for the fallen prince, except for you. You knew that his crimes were severe, but nothing was more torturous than knowing of your mothers death and there is nothing for you to do because you are locked away without even the slightest hope of saying goodbye.

For days you try to receive information on the location of where Loki was being held. You are a warrior of Asgard, you should have known these things, but because of your so-called bias-ness for the Prince of Mischief you weren’t allowed. Your inquiries about Loki’s whereabouts in the palace were extremely noticeable and you received a lot of animosity for it, especially from Lady Sif. She called you stupid and selfish for wanting to see him. You were also accused of not having any dignity or self respect. No one would tell you directly where Loki was being held, but with enough sneaking around the palace, you finally over heard a few guards speaking of his whereabouts.

With the common criminals.

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You have been watching two sets of guards for more than an hour. You wanted to  slip past them undetected, but you needed to wait for the perfect moment. You weren't one of the most skilled warriors in fighting but you were known for your intelligence and abilities to be clever in any situation. The plan was for you to create a diversion to get the guards away from the staircase leading down to the dungeons.  You knew that since the palace had been attacked from the inside out the guards would be on high alert. You cast a large stone, breaking a window to which the guards attention is drawn to the noise. They run into the direction of the shattering glass. As you sneak past them, the memories of Stif warning you fills your mind as you flip into the entrance running down the concrete staircase as quickly as possible.

“It’ll be the last thing you do” She threatened.

“He is a prisoner, he knows his crime.” She scoffed

“If you go to him, we will know where your loyalties lie.”

“Loki cares nothing about you, he is a man who cares simply for himself.”

You reach the bottom of the large steps, hoping you were turning down the correct corridor as you ran quickly. You notice on your way that the majority of the cells are completely empty. This worried you, but did not stop you from searching for him. You luckily reach his location without any mishaps.

“Loki!” You announce breathlessly watching as he paced around the small room with his back turned away from you.

His cell was tidy, clean as if he had not touched a single thing. He had all of his things that brought him comfort; fancy furniture, books, papers, and pens. You knew that Loki loved to read because the two of you spent the majority’s of your time together in the library. You felt at ease knowing that he at least had that. This was of course curtsy of the Queen; she asked for these items. Although he was being punished, the only thing she wanted for her dear son was that he was comfortable in his confinement no matter what he had done.

“What is it ?!” He snapped turning around to face you. He took heed in your presence and then pressed his lips into a thin line. “Ah, Lady (Y/n).” He greets you calmly, then an amused grin appears on his face. “Here to tell me the mighty King has passed on too?”

His comment took you by surprise, you assumed he would be just as grateful to see you, as you were to see him.

“Don’t be so morbid Loki!” You cut him off with offense frowning your face in confusion. “With the news of your mother passing, I would think you’d have far-more compassion for your family, for Asgard.”

“My family.” He repeats, mocking your charismatic tone placing his hand over his chest. “My Family is not here on Asgard. My family are no more than those disgusting vile creatures you fight and kill.”

“Loki I know you’re hurting, I know you have all this anger built up, but you have to know that you do have family and loved ones here on Asgard.” You say subtlety hinting at yourself. “I did not come here to be mocked.” You say in a calming voice as he walks over to you.

You place a hand on the enchanted glass as you look up to his figure continuing to speak. “I am not one for your dramatics, I just wanted to see how you were holding up.”

“Holding up?” He lets out a malice laugh. “Ha! Holding up?! I am locked in a cage like an animal!”

You slam your fist against the glass in annoyance realizing your loving reunion was falling flat. You did not come here to argue with this man, you didn’t even plan far enough to think of exactly what you wanted to say, but it was never envisioned like this.

“And who’s fault is that Loki?! Who’s fault!?” You snap matching his dramatic tone.

“My own! For trusting idiots!” He yells back and you can’t help but think what idiots he were referring to. He continues,  “Why are you even down here, Odin forbade anyone from seeing me, you can’t be THAT stupid. Or perhaps you want to cast more stones?”

“Cast stones?— I came here as a friend Loki. All this worrying I did for you, all the tears and regrets. I risked my own life and freedom by coming down here” You scoff rolling your eyes at his demeanor. “Just to be spat on by you?”

“Better I to you, then you to me.” He laughs.

“That is your problem, you always think people want to hurt you just as bad as you want to hurt them! Look at you and your brother, he mourned you, we all did, and you go and do this? Destroy and take over the only place he loves. What did you gain?!”

“Oh bullshit! That place was nothing, but a pathetic little wasteland! They needed ORDER.”

“They needed no such thing Loki, YOU needed a sense of belonging.” You say with emphasis.

“My god you’re just as delusional as my brother .” He laughs.

“Delusional?!” You yell.

“Yes.” He says calmly, pleased at how angry he was making you. He walks away and sits on his couch crossing his legs and resting his arms on top of them. “D-e-l-u-s-i-o-n-a-l, delusional.”

As he walked away you noticed a single error in his walk as if it all was an illusion. Something that only someone who knew Loki would catch if they payed close enough attention.

“Enough, no more illusions Loki. Show me your true state, I know you are not this heartless. The only person who stands here delusional is you!”

With that, what you thought was the real Loki fades away in shimmers. A much sadder scene formed before you. The cell becomes a mess, with the once neat furniture, either broken or distorted across the room. The scuff marks on the walls concluded that he had thrown the furniture with immense force. His beloved books were ripped and torn to shreds, and his once neat clothes tattered and disheveled. Your eyes meet his saddened pale figure sitting on the floor near something he recently broken. Fresh blood oozes down his foot as the glass that was lodge in him is discarded next to him on the floor.

“IS THIS WHAT YOU WANTED TO SEE!? A BROKEN MAN YOU SEE !?” His unruly hair falls into his face as he screams at the top of his lungs, veins bulging from his neck.

You immediately go to the side panel that unlocks the cell, running to his aid. You kneel beside him where there is not much debris, wrapping your arms around him and pulling him into a tight hug. He barriers himself deep into your neck letting out a silent sob. You hold him close as if you never wanted to let him go.

“I am here Loki.” You whisper to him placing a kiss to the top of his head.

You have never in your seen the Prince so weak, so fragile, so upset, so venerable. This all must have taken a huge toll on him, you couldn’t imagine what he was going through.

“ I did not want this for myself, I did not want this, not for her.” He says lowly as his voice breaks.

“I know.” You rub his back softly. “But you have to know that she loved you unconditionally with all her being, Loki.”

“I-, I don’t believe that.” He sighs with a hint of hesitation in his voice. “No one could ever.”

“That should not be hard to believe because I do, I love you too, I love you unconditionally.”

“You love me?” Asked confused he pulls away from your embrace looking at you with puffy red eyes.

“Yes.” You admit.

“You surely love as a friend correct?” He questions with squinted eyes.

“More.” You place a hand on his cheek giving him a small reassuring smile. “I’ve always loved you Loki, more than a companion, way before any of this.”

He places his hand over yours, giving you a weak smile, then leans in to kiss you. You were surprised , but quickly adapted the new feeling. The kiss was sweet and slow, so slow it felt as if time had stopped. He pulls away resting his forehead against yours.

“This probably is the best news I’ve received all week.” He says with a light chuckle. "I'm so sorry."

You smile pecking his lips once more before speaking again.

“I hope you know that for me to love you unconditionally, that I know who you are deep down. I know you aren’t all bad. I know that you had your reasons for going to earth and ruining New York, just as you had reasons for all the mayhem you have created. What was it ?” You say attempting to have him open up more.

“My reasoning ?” He asked in an unsure voice. “ I do not know.” He concluded turning way to look forward as if he was thinking.

“I find that very hard to believe Loki.” You say resting your head on his shoulder, taking his hand. “But I’m here whenever you’re ready to open up.”

It was true, you never thought Loki was all bad, you knew that there had to be reasons behind his mischief and misunderstanding. A few minutes passed of the two of you just being in one another’s presents. You imagined in other circumstances, this is how Thor felt when he Jane, as if nothing else matter other than the fact that they had each other.

“It…. His name was Thanos, after I fell from the birfrost—” He finally spoke, but it was short lived.

“(Y/n)!” You hear Thor shout from the other end of the cell interrupting. He states at the two of you intensely.

“Thor it is not what is seems.” You say imagining Lady Sif would soon be on her was as well.

“You are not in trouble (Y/n), but I need to speak to my brother, alone.”

You turn your attention back to Loki and he nods patting your hand. The two of you get up and Loki weakly walks you over to the entrance of the cell that you  previously came through.

“We can talk later, you know I’ll be here.” He looks at you with a knowing grin placing another kiss on your lips, before Turing to his brother.

You nod turning away to leave the two alone to talk. You had hopes that one day you and Loki could somehow be together, and finish that conversation, but today was clearly not that day.

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mikasa ackerman as your older sister

I NEED IDEAS FOR AOT BC IM RUNNING OIT OF IDEAS AHAHAHHA please

mikasa best girl time 😌😌 CW: language (bc i curse in literally every single headcanon post), mention of (minor character spoiler) death, argument mentions, light wound/injury mentions, combat.

gn! reader. enjoy :)

we can get an idea of how she’s like as a sibling bc of eren, but i have a few headcanons on how else she’d act as a sister.

you guys wouldn’t have too big of age gap. you guys are probably a year and like a couple months apart.

with mikasa, you get a mom and a sibling in one person. esp since your parents died when you guys were young, and eren’s parents did too.

she makes sure you eat at designated times, and stay hydrated.

if there’s not enough food for both of you, she’d give her food to you 🥺

makes sure you look presentable like wearing your clothes right and your hair isn’t randomly sticking up.

is super observant to your actions to make sure you aren’t hiding something from her (like if you’re feeling sadder than usual, are under the weather, in pain, etc.)

when joining the scouts, she’s super scared to lose you, but doesn’t show it. she just vows to protect you like she did to eren.

even if you do turn out to be strong as HELL she still feels a need to protect you and will do anything to keep you safe.

during training and sparring, she’ll teach you fighting techniques and self defense to help you stay safe.

(if you’re an eremika shipper) you tease her about his crush on her/her crush on him.

she would fight anyone that flirts with/likes you.

you guys are best friends. you tell her everything and vice versa.

teasing her about her scarf and how she never takes it off. you have to make her wash it sometimes.

she loves to spend time with you as siblings when you get days off.

you guys will go to town at a bakery and café and do some teen stuff like gossip and talk about life.

if she trains too hard, you have to pull her away bc she’s an ackerman and she’s stubborn.

if she gets hurt you tend her wounds and take care of her. vice versa.

she expresses her gratitude and love for you when you stay up late together.

if you’re a person that shows physical affection, she likes your surprise hugs throughout the day and always softly smiles at them.

sasha is one of mikasa’s best friends so she’s one of your close/best friends too.

when she isn’t with connie and jean, you guys have your own lil trio.

armin is also one of your closest friends! he’s great company and sm more things. (pst! if you want separate bestie armin hcs go here ;))

i feel like armin might have had a crush on you at some point. but it was only a small phase.

if you ever get hurt she’s on edge the whole time and will take care of you while you heal.

listening to her rants on how annoying jean flirting with her at first was 💀💀

i feel like mikasa has sm shit to talk out of frustration and she’d always talk to you about it. (lowk shit talking together LMAO)

when you guys have your sibling fights, she’d be really aggressive towards anything.

like she punches/kicks harder during training, and more quiet than usual.

but your fights don’t normally last very long so it’s all chill.

it’s safe to say as your sister, she’ll always have your back, and you’ll always have hers :)

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