#crying sobbing they look so soft and eatable

[hanniedream]

[maladaptive-ninja-returns]

It’s The Avengers (03x06)

Loki x Reader Avengers The Office AU (Slowwwwww Burn)

Season 3 Episode 06: Mrs Silvertongue

Series Summary: Living in the Avengers facility post-apocalypse in a better timeline   Tony Stark has decided to capture every moment by pulling The Office on the Avengers. All of housemates are pretty used to the idea except for you, who had just come here to finish her degree, and the newest member- Loki.

Warnings: one of those tropes. one of those hnnghh tropes

Word Count: I was supposed to post this four hours ago but my colleague called me to play and that dumb dork was drunk while I was laughing throughout. So, here it is. Also...I’m hot. No, I am actually hot. The temperatures are going up! I need some cool breeze.

MASTERLIST in bio, darlings. Tags are open (check bio)

"Everybody stay together. Do not make eye contact with strangers. Do not buy stuff you don't know about and definitely do not leave your eatables unattended."

The camera switched from Loki's barely composed face to your stuffed one strapping the backpack securely behind you before looking at Loki and the sandwich sitting on the seat between the two of you.

"Wha," you stated, still not swallowing, "iss wight hea. Sop bein a wowwie wat."

The camera in Javi's hand caught the bustle on the 'station' where you all were supposed to board shuttles to be on your way to another galaxy before travelling to Knowhere. The area was thousands of square feet wide made in a dome shape outside a planet currently under the supervision of the soldiers form Andromeda. After the War, the security had been tightened around galaxy travel to monitor any remains of the Radicals who had supported Thanos and were currently the most wanted criminals in the universe. Screens everywhere showed the flights and timings along with various commercials for products all around the galaxy. Some you were able to read thank to the translation glasses the Hardy boys provided you, others were a jumbled mess of strokes and illegible patterns. Creatures from all around the wonderful black expanse moved about in this station while soldiers who looked like they had been overly tanned scanned them and their belongings before sending them on their designated shuttles. It all worked as an airport. Except for one thing.

"Well, at least there's no random selection here that is not based on some 'racist profiling'," you quoted, getting a nod of agreement from Javi.

"Oh, there is racist profiling here," Loki interrupted your blissful thoughts, "but ever since the war, it has just been bent towards the ones who helped Thanos."

"Huh, even space isn't free from such mindsets then."

An announcement on the screens caught Loki's attention. "That's our shuttle. Come on. Lulu, up."

Lulu jumped and settled on Loki's shoulder and the camera caught a full grin on your lips.

You: *smirk* And he was the one who didn't want me to take Lulu from the desert *tilt your head* you know what... he is exactly like a choco lava cake. Sturdy looking outside but soft, mushy and melting aaaaall on the inside *giggles*

 Loki: she was talking about me, wasn't she? *narrows eyes at the camera* What was she saying? Javi, tell me. Javi, we're good friends. Come on, Javi. You're stuck with me. Javi. Javi. Hey. I'm the only one who can get you out of this hell hole. Javi. *looks at Javi's figure walking away* Javi. Javi! Come on! Javi!!

The creature scanning your line seemed to come out of some American writer's stereotypical description of a green alien except for the part where her huge beady black eyes had slits, just like a cat. She was stoic as a feline too, going about her job without any emotion on her face. And when it came your turn to stand underneath the scanner, her ignorance of your greetings did not help your nerves.

"You are a...terran," she stated more than she asked.

"Yes, ma'am." You blinked like a dumb animal and tried to remember to smile.

"Your business in the galaxy?" Her slow and positively raspy voice interrogated.

"Just travelling with my-" you blinked again while trying to innocently shrug with a hint of shy, looking like a questionable human-"boys. You know, sight seeing."

Those silver slits stared at you for solid five seconds, not even breathing apparently, before stamping a token and handing it to you and diverting her attention to the next passenger- Loki.

You and your bags moved to the other side of the scanner, waiting for Loki and Lulu while Javier made it next to you from the scanner next to yours. The creature looked at the information the scan brought on her screen in a language neither you nor the camera understood. But one thing that was catching the camera's focus was this text blinking in red next to Loki's picture.

"You are Loki," she stated to the God, scrutinising him from head to toe in those black scruffed jeans and t-shirt underneath a deep maroon long jacket.

"Hm," you forced out a light chuckle, "guess Tony and Clint are not the only ones who are weirded out by seeing him in anything other than his New York attire."

"Of Asgard," Loki added with an 'at your pleasure’ smirk.

"A Frost Giant," the lady acknowledged in her raspy voice. "Have you travelled to the Andromeda before?"

"I have, yes. But not in the recent years."

"State your purpose for the visit to the galaxy."

"I am-" he paused to throw a quick look in your direction before going back to his interrogator- "going there on some unfinished business with an old friend."

The lady, stoic like a rock, looked at Loki for the next ten seconds before pressing a button underneath her screen. Somewhere behind you, you and the camera could hear synchronised footsteps. The camera turned to catch seven aliens- five bulky, one bulkier than all the others, and the last one a leaner and less appeasing version of the lady- walk past you towards Loki.

Lulu, who could feel the change in the atmosphere around him, felt himself shifting on Loki's shoulders while his fur stood up like a frightened cat. But never once did that little fluffy boy leave Loki's side.

"Loki, of Asgard," the leaner one announced, "you are to come with us. Please carry your belongings with you. Please refrain from using any means to resist for you will be charged against the law of the peace fleet. Please put your hands forward so we may put diluters on your wri-I see you already have some version of them on your wrist. Very well. Please follow me."

The camera caught you, mouth gaping open and eyes out in refrained horror, looking at Loki while trying to keep your breaths as calm as possible.

"Oh fuck," your breaths forced out, "what the fuck is happening? Oh fuck fuck fuck fuck fu-"

Loki was already moving behind the lean one, the parade of bulky Captain Gantu’s following him with their synchronised boot work. One of them looked down at the camera, sending a glare of yellow through those hollow eyes before turning back, entering what seemed like an elevator. Loki stood right in the middle, his eyes shifting from the lean alien to you for a few seconds before white doors closed and he disappeared from your view.

The camera now came back to your face, which was still staring in that direction, the colour from your skin a little faded, the pupils contracted to their limit, the breaths paused since God knows when. "Oh fuck we're gonna die."

.

There was a rhythmic pulse beating four times a second while the camera kept shifting- and vibrating a little- between two windows. Out of one window one could see those bulky dudes in attention standing at one door each, not shifting even a muscle while other aliens went about their business. The other window showed the lean guy standing with another alien that was bulkier in the middle. The lean one turned to the window at the rigorous tapping coming from the window.

"Calm down, Lulu," a soothing but tired voice came from out of the frame, making the little one turn towards Loki's figure sitting in what looked like a white chair beside an oval-shaped white table floating in the air, "they're not going to let us out. Not yet at least."

Lulu, who had paused to listen to the God suddenly found himself whimpering till its outright wails were catching everyone's attention outside the room.

"No, n-Lulu stop crying, Lu-" Loki got up from the chair and came to stand beside Lulu in two strides, picking the furry lump in both his hands while keeping his head away from those deafening wails. Slowly but surely, Loki brought the hysterical little lump to his chest, mostly to suppress the noise and wave uncomfortably at the judgmental eyes in his direction. At one point the fly camera-that had sneaked in with events yet unknown- caught an expression on Loki's face that reflected nothing but murder in his eyes. But the very next moment he sighed and brought his hands to stroke the frightened ball of fluff. "Hey, hey, hey," he shushed him, his hands being gentle and his expressions turning soft, "it's okay. It's completely fine. You're fine," he hummed, almost singing it while bouncing the little sobbing and hiccuping floof in his arms, "I'm in here too, aren't I? Right? You are not alone. You are not alone. We'll get out of here together as soon as we know who is behind all this mess, okay?"

The little furball sniffed and wiped his snot off on Loki's shirt. "You didn't have to do that," Loki pointed out with no real purpose to the already made mess. But Lulu was quiet now, possibly looking up at Loki and chirping something only the God understood and chuckled. "Yes-" he stroked Lulu's head- "she'll be fine without us. Once she stops panicking. Yes, yes, you're with me."

Lulu, chirped again, protruding his paw to carefully touch Loki's cheek and chirp some more. Whatever the little one had said, brought the God to a standstill, that tiny smile on his face frozen while his eyes seemed to have travelled somewhere far. "I wish that was true a few years in the past. How different some things would have been."

Lulu tilted his head in confusion while Loki seemed to be visiting certain memories that the camera on Lulu and others around them was not aware of. And all emotion in both these loveable creatures seemed to have been broken by a recognisable voice- so low and seemingly far away- somewhere in their vicinity. Lulu was the first to turn towards the window to the view of the lean guy, jumping at the sight.

And then Loki saw you standing right next to the alien who had arrested him, all colour from his face draining as he watched you flail your hands in some untethered rage right into the expressionless alien standing in front of you out of courtesy.

"Oh...oh no." Loki's face was completely opposite to whatever it is you were going through. Lulu was shifting his gaze between him and you, bouncing in Loki's arms with unadulterated joy. Javier was standing between the two of you with his camera- filming even in the midst of all the chaos.

Before he could compose himself, you were already walking towards him, the alien opening the door for you, letting you inside the room and closing it.

"Hey," your delighted and relieved face greeted Loki, "you guys okay?"

Lulu squirmed and chirped with joy, jumping straight into your arms to bonk his head with your face and rub himself all over you. Loki, on the other hand, stood there like he was seeing a ghost. "What are you doing here? You are not supposed to be here. You didn't do anything wrong."

"Oh neither did you, Loki," you were quick to point out.

Loki: *inhales* *put his palms together and brings them close to his face* *bends his hands towards the camera* Woman!

"You don't know what I or have not done so don't act like you know what you're doing, kitten," Loki pointed out rather harshly, forcing an offended gasp out of you, "you were supposed to be out there."

Your delight slowly seemed to be turning to an ember of rage. "Oh, I am sorry that tried to use my working brain to help you out in any way I can, your highness! If you wanted to spend more time in this weird jail you should have let me know when these big butts carried you off!"

"This does not concern you so stop," Loki did not let you finish. "Undo whatever it is you did. This is far more dangerous than you can stomach so off you go."

You scoffed and mocked him. "This is fir mir dingiris- well bad news it can't be undone because they think I'm your ride or die."

Loki was basically slapping himself on his face when trying to rub off the tension- along with his skin. "Wh-ha-hyy would they think that?! WHY?"

A whistle blew from behind the camera and Loki instantly caught it; along with catching your arms going across your chest while you tried to look anywhere but in the God's direction.

"Y/N," that soft but threatening growl was enough to crumble all the restraint you came undone faster than a horny teenage boy. "It's no big deal I just told them I'm your wife."

The camera timed the perfect zoom on that face that lost a couple of hundred years as it heard that sentence.

 On Earth

"It's no big deal I just told them I'm your wife."

A shrill 'Oh my Gaaaahd' left Scott's lungs while the soda bottle in his hand crushed and burst everywhere. A shriller wail left Peter as he threw his hands at his face in the utter disbelief and fell on the ground. A cushion blew up in the tight grasp of Bucky's hands, making feathers fly everywhere, and Sam stood up with one fist on his mouth and the other pointing at the screen, howling like a mad fan. Pepper watched with insane delight in her eyes while slapping the thighs next to hers that belonged to her husband who sat there looking at the screen with narrowed eyes as if he had seen something wrong- like a glitch maybe. Natasha was the only one maintaining her composure while sipping on her margarita and looking at the camera form under her lashes.

Scott & Peter: *do a whole routine with their hands in unison* I sayyyy Y/N and Loki sittin' in a tree!!! Fake M-A-R-R-I-A-G-E!!!!!

 Tony: *confused* Wife?

 Vision: I don't get why Scott and Peter are so excited. *looks to his right* Why are they...

*camera pans out to show Wanda barely containing her excitement in her pressed lips*

Wanda: beeeecause they might have a ship, Vis. *looks at the camera and smile a wide toothy smile*

Vision: *tilts his head* but there's no way they could ride a ship in this facility Wanda

 Tony: *still confused but in a different position* Wife??

 Steve: *blinks* I guess....that's a good...strategy? *frowns* I mean...sure. *hears a sniff from outside the frame*

*camera pans out to show stone-faced Bucky sitting next to him*

Bucky: *barely hides his breaking voice* Goo-*clears his throat*-good infiltration strategy.

Steve: *stares worriedly at him* You okay buddy?

Bucky: *crumbles* no~

 Tony: *lying flat on the sofa, face down* *raises his head* His wife??!!!

 Sam: *hollering* wife wife baby!! *turns to his side and nudges the person sitting next to him* come on get in on the fun!

Clint: *nearly saves his coffee pot from spilling all over him with Sam's nudge*

Sam: *keeps nudging and dancing in his seat* somebody's having some space fun!

Clint: *moves the pot into his other hand to drink it with hollow eyes looking at nothing, in particular,* somebody's gonna die of some fun

Sam: *all smiles for the camera* huh?

Clint: nothin' *looks at the camera zooming in on his stone face*

Tony: *wheeling out from under his car with tools in his hands* HIS WIFE??!!

Rhodey: *guffaws while clapping his hands over his head till he's wheezing* oh-oh my-oh Jesus! Poor Tony. *wipes the tears from his face* I told him karma is a bitch but I never thought it would come to bite him right in his ass!!! *continues to chortle*

Tony: *stops making his green smoothie to topple the jar into the sink and walk out of the screen screaming in groans* HIS WIFE?!! OH MY GOD!!!

 Space PD HQ

You haven't felt Loki breathing since you broke the news to him. He has just been standing there staring at you with faint confusion and curiosity, still as a statue.

"Loki-" you poke him- "Loki, say something! Don't just stand there like that! You're scaring me!"

"Y/N," he finally breathed out, his brows still creased, "do you know how many people I've killed?"

You shrugged. "I don't know? A couple? Do you know how many teenage girls I deceived when I was in high school?"

"How many?" He asks with keen interest before snapping himself back to reality. "Wait, what? No. Why would I need to know that?"

You shook your head casually while leaning on the floating table. "I don't know, I thought we were sharing our darkest numbers; like couples need to know these details. Right?"

"By the Norns," Loki groaned into his palms, rubbing his face hard. "Listen-"

The door hissed open and Mr Lean Alien walked in.

"Well, we haven't been introduced properly. My name is Tsuloche."

"Hi, Tsuloche. I'm Y/N," introduced yourself, closing the distance between you and Loki, your arms rubbing on each other.

"Listen, Tsulcohe, there has been a misunderstanding here. She-"

"Yeah, there's been a misunderstanding," your stressed and scoffed, crossing your arms across your chest, "like taking my husband prisoner for no reason at all?"

Tsuloche brought his nimble green- almost as thin and long as twigs- hands together. "Mrs....uhh...Miss Y/N, Loki has killed a lot of people in the past."

You groaned. "Now you sound just like my husband. I know he's killed a lot. And he's clearly suffering for it right now." You turned your head towards Loki, bringing your fingers to softly pinch his cheeks. "My poor baby."

Loki jerked away from your fingers slightly, whispering, "stop."

You didn't. Your fingers still reaching for those cheeks. "Stop it!"

You smiled as he grabbed your hand with his and held it in a good grip. "Okay, now you're just doing it to embarrass me in front of him."

Tsuloche tilted his head at this scene, blinking those translucent eyelids before his cat-like pupils dilated a little. "Do you know he supported Thanos' cause?"

You tried to yank your hand from his grip but Loki wasn't having it. So you turned back to Tsuloche. "Huh? Yeah, I know. He was undercover there to know his plans and stop him when the time came. What else you got?"

Tsuloche stood there blankly, shifting his gaze between you and the God for a good minute, his scarcely dilated pupils going back. "Why would you marry a criminal?! That too the one who tried to destroy your home?!"

You hummed and tried once again to slip your hands from Loki's death grip but failed- though that did not stir the seriousness away from your face at the alien's question. "Well, for the home invasion part, you'll understand if you ever had spiders, lizards and flies in your home."

Now, this confused the alien further but Loki forced out a laugh at your statement.

"I'm not sure I follow."

"Well, Tsuloche. The first time you see a spider or a lizard in your home, you scream and cry and want that monstrosity to be gone from your place. It's worse if they bring their friends over. At one point you form a plan of attack to get those sons of bitches out of your home because they don't pay the rent, do they? But it is later on that you realise that these spiders or lizards were actually what were keeping the flies away. You know, the flies that were contaminating your food and making you sick. The flies that were bringing disease from all corners. The only thing standing between you and death by flies was this one stubborn spider-" you squished Loki's face with your free hand, making him jerk and grab that other hand too- "who nearly killed all my people but didn't."

"As for the getting married part, Tsuloche, if you're married, you know very well the crimes you forgive when you love someone. I mean, have you seen this guy do anything bad since the War? No. That's 'cause he's been enjoying some downtime with me and my fam, getting to know me, marrying me, and now taking me and our little cuddly alien cat on a honeymoon! Ain't that right Lulu?!"

Lulu chirped.

By now those judgmental pupils were a full-blown dilated dorks looking at the two of you.

"Oh and that guy recording us outside is...is...our...videographer. Yes! That's who he is. There's a whole trend on Earth to put your life on the internet and stuff like that. So, he's here to...record everything we do on our honeymoon. Not everything, of course," you concluded a little loud with pressed lips and a nod as you realised the mistake.

"Nice save, dear," Loki chirped with a smirk.

"Shut up."

Those blown out pupils came back to disclose any emotions that last bit might have given away. Tsuloche cleared his throat. "Well, as...good as it all sounds, I am afraid I cannot let the Silvertongue go."

"Silvertongue?" you mentioned under your breath and looked at Loki's lips in amusement.

Loki caught your eyes darting to his tongue wetting his lips, sighing in a faint sense of defeat. "You know it's not silver. Why are you even looking at me like that?"

The camera caught your brow arch with some suggestions best kept to yourself. "Oh. I know," you sang, still looking at those lips, "I was wondering about what all would be...different if it were."

Wanda: *sits wide-eyed and flushed red* Uhh *clears throat* *presses her lips to suppress her smile* *talks softly with a shakey voice* I don't know what *puts one leg over another* *adjusts herself in the seat* what she meant by cat-that! What she meant by that. *turns red*

Loki just furrowed his brows at you uncomfortably before turning back to Tsuloche.

"Well, I'm not going anywhere without my husband, so..." You sat down on the lone chair in the room.

Tsuloche was already composing his wrinkled raisin face. "Very well then. I hope you find this interrogation room to your liking, Miss Y/N because he is not walking out of here for another seventy-two hours-"

The door hissed open to let in one of his subordinates who handed the alien a tiny cuboid-shaped device. One look at the tiny thing and Tsuloche looked back up with his sharp pupils dilating to the max. "Mrs and Mr Loki, you are free to go. The inconvenience is regretted and the department will provide you safe passage on the next shuttle to your destination."

A little surprised by the sudden turn of events neither of you wanted to let go of this opportunity. "And by our destination you mean anywhere we want?" You are eager to know; something that makes Loki's eyes turn to you and carry an expression barely recognisable on that perfect pale face. Some would even say it was a butt-hurt disappointment. 

"Destination means the place you were previously travelling to. Your bags have been transported. Now all you need to do is get on it and enjoy the rest of your honeymoon."

Heaving a sigh of relief, Loki let go of your hands but still smacked away the one coming for his cheek again, making you chuckle. "I have very limited knowledge on the feline species but it almost looks like you're happy to set us free, Tsuloche." Loki quirked his brow in agreement with your statement.

"What?!" Tsuloche was a little taken aback, continuously blinking his translucent eyelids to make those starry eyes contract to their predator like gaze. But he couldn't. "Highly mistaken you are, madam. I am definitely not happy to let you resume your honeymoon with your beloved. I am enraged that you will be going away with a criminal and your monstrous little pet somewhere to spend time together. I am-I am definitely offended by the idea of this hardened criminal getting a second chance at life with someone so beautiful as you!"

You squeaked. "Aw! He thinks I'm beautiful!" Loki rolled his eyes and looked at the camera.

Tsuloche: *highly conscious* you want me to say something in that camera? Is this for their honeymoon album? *Eyes dilate* oooh! *looks at the lens* uhh ahem, do not do anything unlawful you two. Space is a dangerous place. And...and *eyes dilate to their maximum capacity* take care. *Exhales* *wipes something off his face* oh dear! That was really hard.

 Space Shuttle

The entire shuttle was empty save for your little group. The seats were comfortable and the legroom quite spacious. Securing Lulu in a seat by the window, you sat down next to him, directly facing Loki. Javier sat next to him, recording the view out of the window.

“So, you sent in one of Javi’s camera flies, found a set of rules that said spouses are allowed to meet their other half and just...went with it?”

“I also used the uninet- the universal network- to find out about Tsuloche’s species and intimidated him with a little show of power. So, yeah. I read the rules of Space and this is the second time I saved your ass, Silvertongue," you state matter-of-factly, stretching your legs as much as possible.

"Don't get so cocky, kitten," Loki purred, fastening his seatbelt, "we still have a lot of places to go. You are lucky some people like your cute face."

Your brows went up and head tilted before Loki realised what he had done. "Aw! You think I'm cute!"

Lulu's camera caught Javier signing something to the two of you. "Keep having such petty arguments and aliens will actually believe you're married," you spoke his words out loud.

Both you and Loki looked at each other. "Married? To him?"

"Married? To her?"

The unison was too much on point. But the cackle eroding into the space out of the two of you made it better.

"You're funny," Loki chortled in Javi's direction.

"In your dreams, weirdo," you added. "Can you imagine? Mr and Mrs Silvertongue?" The laughs came out again while it was Javi's turn to look at Lulu's camera.

 Avengers Facility

"No, Nat, I don't think he'll go that way. He doesn't belong there, like, mentally speaking," Scott gesticulated with a lot of hand movements.

"I think Scott's right," Wanda added.

"No, come on. He knows it's his birthright. So that would be the most obvious thing to go for. And we know he wasn't really seen as much once all hell broke loose back home, right?" Nat put forward her point of view while sitting on the sofa in her jammies.

"But if it wasn't that way then?" Pietro asked with keen interest. Nat thought about it for a moment and shrugged.

"Then it definitely would have been the latter. I mean, you were practically raised as one. He was raised as one, right?" Bucky asked Steve. The latter nodded.

"But still," Steve contributed, " there was something wrong there, right? Which is why all of those incidents happened. Are we sure he would still go for it even if he wasn't just another kid?"

Now the lounge went silent, thinking all of it through while the camera showed a very disinterested Clint sitting on the dining table to clean his guns, bows and arrows. The expression in his eyes felt like he wanted to be anywhere but here.

The camera swerved to another person standing by the lounge entrance, looking at the whole scene with utmost disorientation. "What's going on?"

Everyone looked up at Tony standing at the door.

"Oh, we were discussing what surname would Loki choose if he and Y/N got married?" Nat casually answered.

"Like, would he go for Loki Odinson or Loki Laufeyson," Peter explained.

The camera zoomed in on Tony's face, which was trying to do it's best to understand what was going on before giving up and just tilting his head and narrowing his eyes at everybody.

"They have been at it for two hours," a defeated voice comes from Clint's corner, who was looking at some distant void while cleaning his weapons.

"This...is a hypothetical situation, right?" Tony made sure. He had to make sure.

It took a second before everyone shrugged, nodded and hummed in agreement. None- except one camera- caught Scott and Peter crossed his fingers behind their back.

"Oh my God, I just got it!" Scott exclaimed out of nowhere with a new realisation on his face. "He doesn't have to think about the surname. It's Y/N who'll be making the choice."

And just like that, the seriousness in the air changed into a shared epiphany and everyone agreed without any vote against that thought.

"You guys are having a lot of fun with this," Tony sang sarcastically with judgement filled in his tone.

"Yeah, what about it?" Pepper called out from her comfy armchair while eating cheeseburgers and sipping soda, looking at Tony for an answer.

Tony, on the other hand, shifted his weight between his legs. "No. Nothing. You have fun, sweetie. Kisses! Muah! Muah! Muah! Please don't kill me in my sleep tonight."

[pennys-th0ughts]

Her Fair Monster 🎡

Hope you like it Lucinda  💕

Five days. The fair had been in town for five days now and the people were excited to go there before it leaves. Men, women and children crowded each post, waiting their turn to play games, had spin on the big wheel of fortune or on the noisy carousel. The afternoons and nights were hectic and almost chaotic since these attractions arrived to Derry. Late at night, when the fair was closed, I decided to go and visit the place to make the most of the popcorn machines since has been decades I ate some of that delicious crunchy food.

One night I got there all intended to eat some cotton candy because I was craving for that sweet, sticky and fluffy eatable cloud. I walked through the posts in search of some of the machines but as soon I realized I wasn’t alone I quickly hid in one of the tents before someone could see me. “¡Damn it!” – I cursed quietly for being so careless. Then I heard her. She was sitting in the edge of the carousel, sobbing while eating a cone of cotton candy. The dim lights of the attraction helped me to take a closer look at her; she wasn’t tall and yet the curves of her body were tastefully nice to observe. It seems she had been crying for some time since the black make-up of her eyes was slightly undone. Her clothes were also dark making her look like a goddess of the night and the occult, something I was deeply feeling attracted to. Her neck was proudly wearing a choker with a sparkly skull and her wrists had lots of tiny bracelets. Her aspect was mysterious but reflected a fancy style at the same time. “What an interesting girl” – I thought while walking backwards slowly to not make any noise and leave the place feeling I was trespassing her privacy. I reached for the handle of the door but it was locked. To my disgrace I would have to crawl out of the tent through the front entrance that had a removable top on the counter. Making a big effort to fit in the hole I unfortunately hit my head with the edge causing a loud noise that made her jump. “Penny, ¡you are such an idiot!” – I cursed myself closing my eyes tight and rubbing the back of my head. “¿Is anybody there?” – I heard her ask. She didn’t seem afraid, rather curious. I kept silence when I heard she was getting close to where I was until she said: “¡You have two choices: come out and spare yourself some trouble or you can stay hidden and get into a big pickle!” I rolled my eyes and started leaving the tent with my eyes closed already feeling the hit of a bat or something overwhelming in my head, but nothing happened. When I opened my eyes I saw her drying her cheeks with the sleeve of her blouse. “I- I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you – I apologized, feeling a little embarrassed-. Here, you can have this” I clumsily took a red tissue from one of my pockets and handled it to her keeping my distance. She looked at the piece of red cloth and then at me and grabbed it with a trembling hand. I could tell she was making a huge effort to look brave but I could also sense that in the bottom she was crumbling. “You didn’t scare me by the way – she said sighing-. You just caught me by surprise since I didn’t know there could be anyone who would like to come here when the fair is closed. There is nothing fun in that…” Suddenly her self-chatting bewitched me, my mouth was open and I'm pretty sure I was drooling looking really dumb. Her chuckles confirmed such state forcing me to put my feet back on earth. “¿May I keep it and also know why you are here?” – She finally asked. I nodded with a slight smile feeling more relieved then, taking a deep breath, I told her the reason of my presence in the fair at so late hours. We started walking and snooping some posts, playing some of the games while we were eating popcorn and cotton candy. In those apparently endless hours she asked me several questions, from if I worked in the fair to if I always wore my clown make-up. I returned her questions and we realized that we had many things in common like the uncomfortable feeling when being surrounded by too much people and the pleasant sensation that empty dark places gave us. We discovered a lot from each other and it felt nice. Along our varied chatting she also revealed me that her name was Lucinda. A lovely name for a lovely girl – I thought. The tour came to an end when we got where the wheel of fortune was. The attraction wasn’t so big but the highest point offered a nice view of the town. An evil smirk curved my lips and glancing at the last pod of the wheel I unexpectedly took her by the waist and started climbing the attraction like the monster I was. She let go a scream but one of my arms covered her mouth. When we reached the top of the wheel I let her go inside of the pod. This time it seems I had really caught her attention and the fascination towards my arachnid limbs. Her curiosity took over her senses and, leaving what left of fear behind, she asked me if she could touch them. “They are soft – she pointed still touching them- and cute” I opened my eyes wide when she gave me her opinion since I was expecting her to jump out of the pod horrified. “Stay like that and take me higher Penny” – she asked. I nodded without saying a word and complied with her request. I sat at the edge of the wheel and she sat on my lap pressing her back against my chest. To feel her body and the its warmth against mine sent shivers down my spine, I gently took her hair and moved it to a side just to smell her tasty fruit scented perfume that filled my lungs in no time. She abruptly turned her head to look at me and her lips ended up crashing against mine. She apologized looking completely embarrassed but it didn’t mattered, I wanted more of it so I took her face with my hands and kissed her again. Not having enough of her I ventured to go further and my hands began descending slowly, she didn’t stopped me when she let go of my lips gasping for some air. Trembling moans came out from her mouth, the skin of her chest was soft as velvet and pale like the light of the moon, our only eye-witness of what we were doing up here. One of my hands kept caressing one of her breasts while the other looked for her most sensitive spot. She wasn’t wearing tight underclothes so the access to her pussy was easily breached. Oh, lucky me – I thought while biting my lower lip; my fingers gently began rubbing her clit with circular movements until I felt her getting really wet. Her moans went from quiet to loud and somehow I had to suffocate the noises if we didn’t want to get caught, so she didn’t left me other choice but to cover her mouth with mine, again. Helped by the rest of my arachnid arms, I took her carefully inside the pod where we would surely have more space thus more freedom of movement. She was panting and I was excited as hell as I watched her taking my clothes off with such eager that I could feel my cock already hardened under my pants. Once released from them I pulled her dark panties down, made her get on her knees and grab the railing so I could get inside of her from behind. Before I could begin my dirty job she asked me to bite her but in a different way, in a more arachnid way. “¿Are you sure about what you are asking, princess?” – I wasn’t sure of what she was actually asking me given the fact that now she knew the kind of creature I was but before I could keep thinking she placed my cock in her entrance and backed down making me go deep inside of her. “¡Damnit, girl!” – a husky growl came out of my throat and sharp spider like fangs ripped part of my jaw to get themselves exposed. Not being able to contain myself much more after her starting our sexual ritual in that way, I bent my body forward and, uncovering her neck, I plunged my two pointy teeth in it. Since she wanted to experience something uncommon and I could give her that, I quickly changed the effects of my poison to take her senses far beyond of whatever she had never experienced before. In a nutshell, this night I would definitely drive her crazy. “¡Holy shit, Penny!” – She cried in-between moans. I laughed mischievously watching her get high because of the venom that was furiously running through her veins. Then she gave me the order to be fucked harder and that’s what she got, I intensified the movements of my hips until she told me she was about to cum then I speeded up the pace. I released myself letting it all go, panting almost violently; I was in need to catch my breath and so was she. The poison wouldn’t take long to leave her bloodstream; in the meantime, I helped her to get dressed and we get down from the attraction so no one could see us.    

When some lazy sun rays began to touch the tips of the tents we knew we had to say goodbye, I could feel she didn’t want to and neither did I, her presence was so pleasant that it cost me a lot to gather the strength to leave her. “I will wait for you tonight but I want us to meet when the fair is open” – I said while walking to the exit. She seemed a little disappointed then her eyes started sparkling again and with a playful and kinky smile on her lips she accepted my invitation saying: “Alright, I will come when this place is crowded but you will have to win a game for me”. Her bravery and self-confidence didn’t stop surprising me; I winked at her challenging and answered: “Well, I hope you pick the hardest game then”.  I was a monster, but I was hers and that was all that mattered.

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Some Dylan and Soup

This is short and probably full of mistakes but actually full of good intentions. For @mf-despair-queen who doesn’t feel good recently, to show you I care, I love you with all my heart and I wish you hapiness and kindness, to show my passion and devotion to your blog and talented writings, here’s the fic you kinda asked me. I wrote it in 2 hours, so it is probably very bad. But who cares (I do lol) here is some Dylan comfort fic. Exactly 1900 words of you and Dylan. I love you, Mal. Don’t ever forget that. And I hope you’ll enjoy this fic as much as I enjoy your writings. And yes I put myself in the fic. Lolol.

Part 2 is here folks. / And part 3 here! / And here’s part 4 ! / Part 5 hihi

Knock knock knock

Three distinct, rapid knocks brought to the front door startled me, too absorbed in my contemplation of the void before me consisting of the television screen shut. After long hours, tears finally stopped flowing on my cheeks but my eyes still burned for having cried too much. And all the handkerchiefs piled up in front of me testified to all my repressed suffering.

I was sitting on my couch in my living room, wrapped in a blanket, alone. I hadn’t had the strength to open the television, eternally fixing the void while enduring the emotions brutally stabbing my chest.

Knock knock knock

The blows became stronger, faster and more pressing. I looked up at the entrance, not moving at all. If I didn’t respond the person would get bored to wait and leave me alone. No matter who it was, he didn’t care about me. Nobody cared about me. I was alone in my grief and guilt.

Knock knock knock knock

The persistent person continued to knock at my door. Without ceasing, without taking a pause, the knocks were made only more and more persistent. Then a voice on the other side resounded in a lost corner of my conscience. I recognized the color of the voice that came to put life into my limbs.

“Mal, it’s Dylan, I know you’re here …” A pause on the other side where I imagine very well my friend and forever crush passed his hand in his messy hair while his tongue licked his lips, nervous and worried. “I … I’m here for you, please open the door.”

No sound came out of my mouth, my eyes still staring at the closed door. The silence grew and I even thought for a moment that he was gone, but a slight knock confirmed the opposite.

“If you don’t open, I will stay here, in front of your door and wait as long as it takes. And you won’t have the pleasure of eating some of my specialities. ”

A low laugh, almost a sigh gently lifted my chest. My eyelids closed while a thin smile, barely raising the corners of my mouth, appeared on my face. My legs retaliated under the action, but I got up and walked slowly towards the door that I unlocked and opened to see him in front of me.

Dylan had his back turned to me and passed his hands through his hair. As he heard the door open, he swiveled quickly and my eyes met his pupils colored with honey which lit up by seeing me in front of him, the blanket still on my shoulders. He wore a black sweater with long sleeves, something simpler but beautiful as well as a pair of black jeans. His eyes became tinged with sadness when he saw what condition I was in and didn’t hesitate a moment before coming to take me in his arms. He walked towards me, his arms wide open and his brows furrowed with anxiety. As soon as I felt his embrace against me, his warmth and his comforting odor, new tears came to burn my eyes which I tried to hide, huddling my face against his chest. After taking a deep breath to memorize his smell, I slowly passed my arms around his chest to squeeze him against me, feeling under my fingers the indistinct forms of his muscles under his sweater.

Dylan gave the best hugs. He succeeded with this simple gesture to momentarily chase my deepest pains, illuminating my darkness and my dark thoughts with a comforting and warm light. His wide arms were still around me and I could feel his chin on the top of my head. I wished that this moment never ceased. But we were in front of my front door which was still open so we had to go inside.

“You have to cook something for me …” I murmured against his chest in a hoarse, broken voice, a voice I had not heard for too long. Without leaving our embrace, Dylan walked with me in his arms, making me step back. Then he closed the door with his foot and guided me to the living room where he took the time to sit me down while placing my blanket against my chin. I looked up at him and crossed his sad eyes. I did not want him to leave me alone. My hand pulled out of the blanket to catch him by the sweater and he smiled tenderly, smile that could cure cancers. No joke.

“I’ll only go prepare you something to eat, Mal. I’ll get back,” Dylan whispered tenderly, and his words came to pinch my heart. So much kindness, I didn’t deserve so much kindness. His hand passed softly through my hair and he leaned down to lay his lips on my forehead, leaving them there for a moment before removing them and heading to my kitchen, leaving me and leaving my heart in a state of intense drumming.

Time passed and the coldness of solitude returned, although I knew Dylan was in my kitchen not far from me as I could heard the cacophony that resonated in my silent apartment. A ton of questions and remorse continued to cling to my heart like thorny lianas while I waited for the actor to come back, hoping he would come back. After a moment and a few sounds of broken plates, I heard footsteps approaching. I looked up to see Dylan, stains of food all over his clothes and hair, a bowl in his hands also stained and especially a small shy smile stretching his lips, subtle but adorable. My heart seemed to live again.

Dylan sat down beside me and I turned my head towards him as he handed me a bowl of tomato and rice soup. I stared at the bowl, at him and then looked at the bowl again.

“I know, it’s not the best meal you’ll eat, but I didn’t know what else to do, so I just warmed up a cane of soup I found in the bottom of your pantry, still eatable hopefully,” Dylan stammered, feeling guilty about not being able to do more. For my part, my eyes filled with water before the attention he had paid to me. It was just soup but it meant everything to me. Seeing that I was crying again, Dylan’s eyes began to panic. “I can cook you something else if you don’t like soup, like uhm make pancake? Or some… ”

“Soup is perfect,” I quickly replied by swallowing, removing the dish from his hands to put it on my legs crossed in front of me. Without looking at him, I took the spoon and brought soup to my mouth, immediately feeling the warm and comforting liquid coming down my throat. “How …” I started playing with my spoon in the red liquid. “How did you know that …”

“Audrey called me. She gets a lot of worries for you, you know? And me too. ”

“Nobody cares…”

“That’s not true. I care. Audrey cares. A lot of people care. You are not alone. You will never be alone. We love you. I love you.”

At the sound of the three simple words, my hand froze and my eyes left the steaming bowl to turn my head towards him. Dylan had stood in his seat and had his elbows on his knees, his lips forming a thin line as he pulled out his tongue to lick them nervously. My mouth remained open, both shocked and surprised that these words came out of his mouth. I had the biggest crush in the universe on Dylan O'Brien. And to hear him say his words, to be there for me, so much kindness brought to me, it was too much. New tears came over my eyes. But even before I could add anything, Dylan pointed out my bowl of soup with his venous hand I liked so much.

“Eat a little. I put a lot of effort into it. ”

My dry lips stretched a little to form a smile that was both sad and filled with a new feeling. Hope? Relieved? Wellness? The pain was momentarily gone. And that precise moment, just the look we exchanged, succeeded in making me forget my pain and worries.

My hand caught the spoon and took another sip of my soup.

After I finished my soup, I put the bowl on my coffee table and snuggled a little more in my blanket while staring at the pile of used handkerchiefs on the floor that I hadn’t bothered to pick up. Dylan didn’t seem to notice, however, and focused all his attention on me.

“Do you want to watch TV? Change your mind? ”

I glanced at Dylan staring at me waiting for an answer, passing his hand against his chin and few days beard that suited him so well. My eyes caught something above his head in his hair, and without answering him I came closer to him and lifted my arm. He froze, not immediately realizing what I was trying to do until my hand reached a lock of his hair covered with tomato sauce that I cleaned out.

“You have sauce in your hair,” I laughed softly before wiping my fingers on my blanket, having the last worry to dirty it. Dylan’s brown honey eyes remained on my face and for a moment I wondered why. He had something in his way of looking at me that would usually make me feel uncomfortable but at that moment, it was only gentle, tender and … filled with love. My hand stood up again and went to rest on his head, slowly passing through his hair which was very soft under my fingers.

“Your hair is so soft,” I murmured, leaning my head to the side while looking at him. Then, without taking my eyes off me, Dylan pointed my blanket.

“Wanna give me some place?”

I shyly shook my head as I pulled my hand away from his head. Dylan withdrew his shoes and snuggled close to me under the blanket and placed my head against his shoulder gently. Sobs broke out again and just before I burst into tears, I heard him humming the air of my favorite song, the vibration of his voice was both calming and comforting and the sound of his voice soothed my sobs. My head descended and landed on his chest, just where his heartbeat sounded with a steady rhythm. My heartbeat calmed down and took the same rhythm as his own while his hand traced circles softly on my arm.

That night we didn’t watch television, it wasn’t necessary. Dylan was there for me, he hummed all the songs that were familiar to me all night, whispered soft words and stayed with me until I fell asleep, exhausted. And the next day I woke up beside him. He stayed and remained all day, calling his producer to tell him he couldn’t come to shoot his scenes because he was sick, only to stay with me. And we watched the first three seasons of my favorite TV show that day, tomato soup as the only food for our stomachs and love for my crumbling heart which slowly began to find its broken pieces put together with Dylan’s presence.