#do you know what torture it is to be THINKING. ALL the time. no. of course you DONT.

[blackdykegirlblogger]

a/n: tysm for 500^^ hugs and kissess to you all <3

thinking about abby fucking the shit out of you after a long day at work.

working as a firefighter gave her obnoxiously long work hours, with the chances of her being home before 11 few and in between. she had warned you about this your very first outing together, reluctantly admiting that her job didn't permit her to enjoy as many hours with you as she would've liked.

that was a turn off for most of her exes, but she was just so fine and funny and handsome and smart that you decided it was worth the risk.

and from that moment forward, that was just how your dynamic worked. you got maybe a solid 2-3 hours with her everyday, 4 when she was really pushing her luck off the clock (which was pretty much all the time), and then she would be off to work, saving lives and stopping fires like the superstar she was.

she certainly made up for her absence though. breakfast in bed when time allowed it, movie and cuddle time where she'd spend the whole session kissing on your neck and going on and on about how much she missed you that day. and your personal favorite, digging you out so good that you lost all the thoughts in your pretty little head, so focused on taking it that a thick cloud of cockdrunk lust overtook all your senses.

now was one of those times. except, you weren't quite expecting it to take place at 2 in the morning, only a few minutes after abby got home from her shift at the station. and to be fair, neither was she. but seeing you sprawled out on your shared bed, bonnet slightly askew and sleep shirt stopping right below your ass, sparked something in her.

she worked so long and hard, constantly putting her life on the line day after day and never truly knowing if she's going to make it home in one piece. but coming back to the sight of you, all pretty and happy and oh so spoil-able, and seeing you so peacefully knocked out made her clit twitch in her boxers.

she tried to ignore it, really she did. she was just going to get in the shower, send off a few more emails and then call it a night. but you shifted slightly in your sleep in such a way that made your back arch a bit more unconsciously, your shirt now exposing your completely bare lower half.

she was a goner.

you pushed your hands against the defined lines of her lower stomach, desperately trying to get her to pull out for just a second. you went from lala land to a pattern of "uh uh uhs" escaping your throat, not even having a second to think (or wake up) before your girlfriend pounced on you.

she slapped your hands away, temporarily releasing her grip around your legs as she gripped your face with her left hand, her right one dancing across your clit

"come on pretty, none of that. you're a big girl." she placed each leg back on her shoulders, squeezing her forearms around your knees to keep you in place. "take it like big girls do." she was torturing you, stretching you until you were sore as you laid there and let her take what she pleased. you could hear the sound of your dripping pussy for miles, the melody only spurring abby to be even meaner, to fuck you even harder. your cervix was getting poked at every turn, and your eyes were so far back you could almost see the inside of your empty brain.

it was all so much; your bonnet somehow finding itself halfway across the bed, the headboard slamming against the wall with each snap of her hips, nailing you with a precision that made tears stream down your cheeks.

but this was her after-work stress relief. and who are you to deny such a hard worker?

[originalexcerpts]

“I think I am going to enjoy this more than the last of your kind I burned to the ground.” He combs his fingers through the dark brown curls atop his head before crouching down closer to me.

I can no longer feel my fingers as they press into inches of snow and ice. How did it come to this? A fleck of sleet caresses my cheek as I dare to look into his violet eyes.

“Now. What will it be?” My chest feels tight at his words. They come out so calm and direct. But I know this is the way it has to be. I cannot imagine going another day without Eric. He was my soulmate. My best friend. And two months ago, some drunk driver took him away forever. The worst part is that this is not the first time I have tried to find my way to him. This is just the only time someone has responded.

I look to the Ouiji board burning in the metal bin to our right. Some friends had told me it was great for making connections to the lost. Only, instead of finding Eric…

“Well?” The man before me straightens and fastens a button against his deep blue suit jacket.

I think about what he offered when he first appeared from thin air. I was setting fire to the last bit of hope I had, when poof. Tall, dark, and handsome came into view so quickly, I was knocked flat on my ass. He growled slightly then smiled before offering me certain death.

Well, actually… he asked if I was willing to submit to his will or be destroyed. For one, I will submit to no man. And two, this might be my chance to be together with Eric again.

I do not flinch as I simply shrug my shoulders and tilt my head down awaiting what comes next.

“Fuck.”

But death does not come. I startle at his curse and stare back at him. His brows furrow in what I would guess is frustration, maybe?

“You would rather I burn you in the same way you have burned my connection to this world, versus doing my bidding?”

I cannot help the chuckle I let out. I am so miserable. So miserable that… he is right. I would. I am ready to leave this world. There is nothing left in it for me.

“What? Like I am supposed to want to continue living? Much less living for you?”

The sun has set on the horizon, and the only light illuminating us now comes from flickers of the dying flame. I glance at the board again, and it is still there. I cannot even see any scorch marks against its sturdy wooden frame.

Who is he?

“This is so fucking sad.” I look back at him, but he is gone.

Within seconds his breath is warm against my ear. I quickly whirl my face to my right, only inches away from his lips. How is he so fast?

“How about this, Little Birdy.” I shuffle backwards to put space between us as a smile forms on his lips. “I won’t subject you to torture or damnation just yet. First,” he pulls a small card from his suit pocket and extends it out in front of me, “take this card. His name is Freid and he works wonders on the human and non-human mind.”

Out of curiosity, I take the card and read the bold red print:

              Nocturnal Psychology

              Dr. Freid Ryor and Associates

              111 Winston C. Boulevard

              Seattle, WA

Psychology?

“Next, I want you to come with me and stay at my place until your thoughts on death shift. It’s not some magical playground where all of your Earthly worries can be free from. You humans… I swear.”

I do not even try to hide the shock on my face as I slowly rise from the ground. The wind whips a few strands of my untamed golden hair across my forehead as I steady myself.

When the villain demanded that you submit or be destroyed you just apathetically shrugged and braced yourself for death. You were surprised when the villain did not kill you and instead offered you a nice, comfortable room and an appointment with their personal therapist.

[plaidcowboy]

છ rafe’s dress up doll

── ✦ .ᐟ sarah’sbestfriend!reader ✦ previous

rafe leaned against the wall, arms folded. he had once been listening to what barry was going on about, but now he’s found himself distracted. since first talking to you the other week, his mind wouldn’t stray from you. hearing your voice up close. finding out how you carry yourself from afar is the same as up close. his theories being proven correct that you’re as sweet and pliant as he thought you to be. the details of your appearance only added to your feminine nature. the name had come out without thought when rafe called you a doll. but he wasn’t far from being pretty spot on to what you resembled.

but.. since that encounter, he’d rarely seen you at his home. the closest he was to your presence was hearing sarah’s muffled words in conversation over the phone, knowing your sweet voice was speaking on the other end. he thought about finding out your number and calling. he considered being the first to reach out. but he didn’t like why he had to. he didn’t like that you were ignoring him. he warned that his thoughts of you would scare you off and gave you the grace of not revealing them. you agreed that he had all of you. why were you being like this?

the last thing rafe thought would come with you was a chase. he noticed your seeming desperation for his attention and willingness to do just about anything he wanted. so this avoiding was on the opposite end of your tells. rafe told you he was the one that would be doing the deciding amongst you two. so for you to make a choice he didn’t approve of? not okay.

so imagine his surprise to finally see you in the flesh at the restaurant he and barry currently remained. your twirling fingers and rocking heels as you waited at the counter. an outfit similar to the ones rafe were used to seeing you in. he may be used to it, but he’s not sure you should be. were you really comfortable in that? were you wearing it for the gaze of someone else? you couldn’t have known rafe would be here. who were you wearing it for? why did rafe want to put you in what he wanted so badly all of the sudden?

you remained unaware of rafe’s presence as you waited for your to go order of food. you and sarah were headed to the beach and wanted to stop to grab lunch before making your guys’ way over. so far for the past week, you’ve done a surprisingly good job avoiding rafe. steering sarah away from her home to hang out. claiming you wanted a little change of scenery than her room. not that you didn’t love her room you hastily added after telling her. sarah didn’t mind. agreed, even. anything to get her away from ward and her stepmother, she said. perfect.

it wasn’t that you were scared of rafe. wasn’t that you were scared of sarah peeking into your brain and seeing your thoughts of rafe somehow whenever you were near the man. you were scared of yourself. how quickly you and rafe progressed. it was, again, all you wanted. but you were nervous. this was the first guy you wanted to show you attention that actually did. nevermind the hints other boys on outer banks would drop that you somehow never seemed to get. probably too focused on earning it from someone else. now that you had it, you didn’t know what to do with it. was rafe serious when he made you promise to be his? was he actually okay with your lack of coherence when around him? you didn’t need to know the answer. you didn’t want to ask. it was better if you avoided the situation in whole.

you even thought it was something rafe wouldn’t mind. give him time to think over the things he said. realize he possibly didn’t mean it. boy were you wrong.

the man in question stood a mere twenty feet from you, watching you intensely. it was only when you turned your head at the sound of a small commotion did you see him. and did you miss seeing him. it was something akin to torture not seeing his face for a few days. his features that flowed with his expressions. the current expression he wore being close to sternness. you couldn’t help the little breath he took from you. without being completely sure, you had a feeling he had seen you a while before you saw him. seen more than you would like. you stilled your jittery movements, eyes locking in on rafe’s. then eventually your body, which slightly turned to face him more. you weren’t even sure you were doing that.

the sound of a bell and a bag being placed on the counter in front of you grabbed your attention. you turned to grab the bag, thanking the woman that placed it down with a bright smile, and unknowingly letting your smile drop the moment she stepped away and reminded you who else just witnessed that smile. you tapped your fingers against the bag, slightly glancing back at rafe. oh, okay. he was still looking. you moved to scurry away, heading back to sarah who waited outside, getting an early start on her tan, as she put it.

rafe, watching your scared deer shuffle, let his eyes stray on the exit you left out of. no way was he letting you go that easily. again. he glanced to barry who had been surveying the room with a languid demeanor, paying no mind to the turmoil rolling through rafe’s head. “i’ll be right back..” he stepped off in your direction. he didn’t bother to tack on a reason. he didn’t care if barry asked for one. his attention was on you. thankfully barry didn’t and simply nodded at rafe. not that he would feel anything close to ashamed to mention you to barry. but now that he wasn’t so pleased with your behavior, rafe was only focused on righting it.

he took a few strides to catch up to you, halting at the appearance of sarah. that’s what you were up to. that’s what you’ve been up to. rafe couldn’t help to chuckle to himself at your strategy. it was unbeknownst to you that the place you avoided running into rafe at was a place he hasn’t been inside often recently. he’s been busy with deals and meetings, only making fleeting appearances in the home. whatever made you happy. whatever put you at ease.. would change now that rafe had caught on.

he stood back, watching you approach sarah. he was close enough to hear you two’s brief exchange.

“hey, after the beach, you wanna come back and watch a movie?” sarah grabbed the bag from your hand, peering inside, not noticing your slight hesitation. rafe did. with a growing smirk, rafe knew you running out of reasons to not want to go to the cameron’s home. he knew you didn’t want to raise suspicion in sarah. he knew your response before you even thought it. almost like he made it for you.

you tugged your bottom lip with your teeth, letting go to answer sarah who closed the bag, looking up to you again. “sure, that sounds fun.”

it did, rafe thought to himself. fun indeed. he followed you two with his eyes as you both walked off toward the beach. rafe took another glance at your apparel, now noticing it resembled a bathing suit. the frill of a skirt that was attached to the bottoms didn’t garner rafe to spare a second look, assuming it was an every day skirt with a bikini top. how cute you would own a bathing suit like that.

rafe stepped back inside, heading over to the table barry continued to hover. he pulled a few bills from his wallet, setting it atop the table. “ah.. gotta run. something came up” he tucked his wallet back in his pocket.

barry jerked his head in a nod. “whatever you say.. catch you later club.”

rafe was out of the restaurant and driving in the direction of the shopping strip before needing to think about it. he entered a boutique, already spotting a few pieces he could see on you. he made his way through the aisles, picking at a few pieces and grabbing some. it wasn’t necessary for him to ask your size as he had a keen sense for what it was. a worker approached him with a query if he was finding what he needed.

“yeah.. what else do you have that’s like this?” he tugged on a white tennis skirt. the attendant smiled, eager to assist rafe. once they collected an array of clothing and accessories for you, they headed to the register to ring him up. rafe swiped his card, a grin forming as he watched the worker bag his items. he couldn’t wait to see you in his desired choices. you and sarah’s plan to head back home and watch a movie was like a carved path to get to you that rafe didn’t need to create himself. it made it the more easier for him.

he left the store with bags hanging from his hands that he placed in the car before hopping in. why not beat you and sarah home. why not be there to firsthand see the shock on your face upon seeing him. he couldn’t wait.

you and sarah were back in no time, light giggles being heard from you. rafe spent the time waiting responding to emails and returning calls. he was currently engaged in one when you two made eye contact, the experience being similar to the one you just had a couple of hours ago. rafe raised an eyebrow at your faltered step, not once glancing to sarah who gave rafe a gruff hey before pulling your arm and marching you two up to her room to change out of your suits into lounge wear.

rafe finished up the call, sliding his phone into his pocket. it was only a minute after he made his way upstairs to his room that he overheard sarah tell you she was going to take a quick shower and that you could grab one as well after her. these mere perfectly timed reasons to have you alone were really working in favor of rafe.

the door to sarah’s ensuite shut just as rafe walked up to the threshold of sarah’s room, lightly knocking on the cracked door that was open enough for rafe to spot you inside. you looked up at his tap.

“this counts more times we’ve seen each other in a day than i’ve seen you in the course of a week.”

you glanced back to the closed door, tip toeing out of the room, slightly closing the bedroom door behind you. you didn’t really like sneaking behind sarah’s back just to have a simple conversation with rafe. but this was the last one you needed to hide. you were over the fleeting glances and confirmed feelings that rafe wasn’t into this anymore. you wanted to put a stop to it.

“hi rafe.. how are you..?” you could at least start off with pleasantries first.

rafe tilted his head at you, crossing his arms, letting the watch that decorated his wrist point to you. “i don’t know.. why don’t you come help me figure it out?” rafe turned to head towards his room before hearing your response. he knew you weren’t going to have one. that you were going to simply follow his lead into his room. and that, you did.

rafe closed the door behind you, keeping his hand beside your head where you stood against the door. “what are you thinking now?” rafe tacked onto his question from in the hallway. you peered up at rafe with wide doe eyes. “um.. upset?” you tried.

“good, there you go. you can use that brain of yours. do you know why i’m upset?” he challenged. you thought for a moment before shaking your head softly. well, you had a feeling. but if that wasn’t what was upsetting rafe, you didn’t want to embarrass yourself by blurting the wrong thing. could he be upset about your ignoring him? no.. right..?

“no? ’s okay, you did good” he cooed. removing his hand from beside you, rafe stepped aside to let you gaze at the shopping bags that sat atop of his bed.

he sighed near your ear after slightly bending to match your height. “how about i tell you while you try on your new clothes?” he caught your hushed gasp. he straightened to his full height as you tilted your head to peer up at him. “mine..?”

rafe smirked. “yours.” he promised beyond more than just the collection of fabric.

why rafe did this for you, you weren’t sure. but you couldn’t think, too dizzy from the heady feeling of possessiveness clinging to the action of rafe buying you clothes. you walked over, peering into a bag, spotting a wedged heel. pulling it out, you presented it to rafe. “i know those little heels were hurting you. they were so cute though, you had to wear them anyway, right?” rafe spoke your thoughts.

you could only nod, turning the heels over in your hands. “put them on.”

you were following rafe’s command before you knew it. they fit perfectly. you glanced up at rafe with the question of how did you know in your eyes. “i know my doll” rafe answered without needing the verbal confirmation of what you were asking.

you did a small step around spin to feel for the shoes. they were more comfortable than your other heels. “thank you..” you sounded softly.

“course” rafe’s tone was almost aggressive in responding to your gratitude. like he didn’t need you to say thank you. he would do this without your ask as much as he pleased. “they don’t make you feel like running again, do they?” the sarcastic question had an undertone you had no trouble detecting. the reason why rafe was upset.

“i only..” you huffed “i didn’t run, i just gave you space to think..”

“i’m not the one who needs that. what did you want me to think about?” rafe knew. if it wasn’t about the things you already agreed to for him, it had to be something you weren’t agreeing to with yourself.

you slid out of the heels, feeling silly in them all of the sudden. “this.. if you actually wanted this..” you distracted yourself from his response by peering into another bag. rafe’s snapping fingers stopped you. you quickly looked up to him.

“no looking until we finish this. i need your eyes on me while i’m speaking to you.”

you shook your head in a quick nod, mumbling a sorry.

“i want this.. you. i told you i did. when i tell you something, i mean it. you don’t question it. i knew thinking would hurt your little head, i made it so you didn’t have to. but you went along and did so anyway. it didn’t feel good, did it?” rafe’s voice edged on a teasing lilt. like he felt genuinely sorry for you while also reprimanding you.

“mm mm” you mumbled. rafe tsk’d, shaking his head. “words.”

you verbally agreed. “good job” rafe praised. “now you know not to do that again? you know i meant it when i asked for all of you? and that there was no going back once you said yes?”

your yes was cut quick when rafe pointed at the bag without speaking, allowing you to peer inside it now.

you continued to pull out items, trying them on for rafe as he settled your worry and explained how he felt about you.

at the white tennis skirt: “you understand i now posses another part of you? not only your head, but what you wear? you can wear stuff of yours still. i just needed to know some things you’ll be wearing aren’t hurting you. you like them, right? do you like them better than your clothes? i did good?”

at a lacy top: “i don’t mean to make you upset talking about your head. you know i don’t, right? but now you see what thinking for yourself can lead to. you thought i didn’t want you. i can’t let that happen. if there’s anything i won’t put inside your head, it’s doubt.. stop nodding at me like a bobble head and tell me you understand.”

at a cream colored clutch: “what’re you gonna keep in there? do you need me to fill it? want me to keep money in there for you? what about your little lip stuff? all you need is to spend my money and look pretty.”

at a dainty necklace with his initial he applied for you: “i know you won’t go around forgetting who’s you are.. i just wanna see something of me on you if it isn’t me myself.. yeah, you like it?.. don’t pout, you want me to get something engraved with your initial? you’re so spoiled.. i’ll wear whatever you want, just make it yours.”

you’d gone through all the items, twisting here and there so rafe could get a good view.

“hm.. i like dressing my doll. do you like it?”

you glanced up shyly to rafe. “my doll can speak” rafe said impatiently at your lack of response.

“i do..” you spoke softly. you knew you shouldn’t feel embarrassed for liking it. rafe was doing these things all so you could feel good. what about that should you feel bad about? nothing.

“yeah? good..” rafe swiped his thumb over his jaw, assessing you in the new pieces you wore from head to toe. you faintly heard the sound of the streaming water from sarah’s shower come to a stop.

“i should.. i should go.. the movie..” you rambled. rafe nodded absentmindedly, slightly distracted by you. “mm mm.. come back to me once you finish. i’ll take you to yours with your new things.” rafe finally looked back up to your eyes.

“oh.. um.. wouldn’t sarah find that..” you were cut off by rafe’s look.

“sarah won’t think anything. you won’t let sarah alter how you think about this. this is about me and you, not her.” it was almost like hypnotization. you were nodding to rafe’s words, head occupying with those thoughts. “yes, rafe..”

his growing smirk was what snapped you from the trance. “yeah, just like that..” he referred to your easy obligation. “..only i know what’s best for you.”

[moody-alcoholic]

Cross My Heart

Part 3 - Working With the Enemy

Summary: eventual poly141 x reader. Enemies to lovers, mini fic.

CW: mentions of wounds, medical stuff.

Previous parts - masterlist - next

AO3

Enjoy <3

They make you leave the room with the mohawk guy while they talk. 

It’s been at least 10 minutes you’d wager. They’re deciding your fate. It makes you restless, bouncing your leg up and down while you hear their muffled voices on the other side of the door. You look over at the man in the room.

You could take him, you wouldn’t have to do much just surprise him, give yourself enough time to run out the house. Maybe if you knock him hard enough you can grab his weapon. He’s not even holding a weapon at you, his arms are crossed. 

You’re quick, you don’t know if you’re quicker then him but his pistol is just sitting her in his holster. 

“See something you like?” He asks, snapping you out of your head, you look up at him.

“Why join the army when your country is not at war?”

“Why not pick a side when yours is?” You scoff, shaking your head. Like he would understand what it’s like. Just like the Americans, there always has to be a good and a bad. 

“You’re not british?” You ask. 

“Scottish.” He replies. You didn't think you were going to get a sincere reply, you smile. He looks over at you and you look away, back to the door.

“Ever think about what’s going to happen when the war ends?” He asks. You laugh, you don’t really mean it, it just seems like such a stupid question. 

“I’ll be long gone before that happens.” You say crossing your arms and leaning back in the chair. You’ve dropped the idea of escaping it seems. Maybe you can get more info from them, useful info. A Lot of people would pay good money for SAS intel.  

“Really? Where would you go?” He asks like he’s interested all of a sudden.

“America, Russia. Somewhere with a fuck load of land.” 

“Why?” 

“Farming sounds like fun. Being self-sufficient, that kind of thing.” You say. He raises an eyebrow like he doesn’t believe you. 

“What about you? Got any dreams or are you planning on dying for your country?” You ask bitterly. What makes him think he’s any better than you? Because he took an oath? Fuck him. 

“Who knows, might do. What’s better though a quick fulfilled life or a long unfulfilled one?” He says. You frown at him. What the fuck does that mean?

“What? Were you a psychologist in another life?” You ask, looking away. He chuckles, you ignore him. You both sit there in silence for what feels like ages. You can still hear mumbling, they’re still talking. They could be deciding to execute you. You’re the enemy, they don’t even need to make it look like an accident. Boom bullet in your head job done. 

You just hope it’ll be quick. Or maybe they’ll decide to torture you for intel, not that you know much. 

“What’s your name?” You turn to the man. 

“Soap.” 

“Soap? Like what you wash with?” You ask, raising an eyebrow. He nods, you scoff, shaking your head and looking away.

Soap, Ghost, Gaz and Price. What a fucking mess you’ve got yourself in. 

…

The door swings open, it makes you jump. Soap springs to his feet, you wait. 

“He wants to talk to you.” Gaz says, he barely looks at you as he moves out the way of the door. You stand up swallowing the fear rising in you. You walk back into the room. Price is sat up on the sofa now a hand pressed on the bandages on his stomach, there’s an electronic tablet by his side. That probably has a lot of expensive intel on it. 

Ghost’s stood behind the sofa with his arms crossed. You look at him quickly then to Price as you stop in front of him. He looks round you, he still looks clammy, at least there is some colour back in his face. That’s got to be good, at least whatever you did didn't kill him. 

“You said you could pull the bullet out?” He asks. You look round the room not quite believing what you’re hearing. 

“No, I said you needed a hospital.” You cross your arms. Price smiles leaning back on the sofa, his face winces in pain even though he tries to hide it. 

“I want you to pull it out.”

“Price!” You hear Gaz say. “That's not what we discussed.” 

“I’m sorry. Even if I could just pull it out, I don’t have any equipment. No sterile field, an x-ray.” You stop throwing your hands up. “I could kill you. I don’t exactly want the blood of a SAS soldier on my hands.”  

“I could die anyway?” 

“You’re still talking, moving, breathing.” You’re getting frustrated, there’s no way you’re going to do this. If you kill him they’ll blame you it’s a death sentence. 

“Which means the bullet probably missed anything vital.” He says as a matter of fact. You look down at the wound, his hand still resting on the bandages. The bleeding is under control, he seems fine other than the hole in his stomach. 

“Maybe. I don’t know but I'm not doing what would basically be surgery on you in a shitty safehouse.” You say squeezing the bridge of your nose. “Like I said I don’t even have the tools.” 

“The vets in the next town over, will it have what you need?” You stop pinching your nose. You don’t say anything. There is no way this is happening.  

“You’re crazy.” You scoff, holding your hands up then letting them fall back down by your side. You look round at everyone. No one is saying anything, Price has a smile on his lips you just want to slap off. 

“C’mere.” He says moving and gesturing for you to step closer. You just stand there gawking at him, no one is saying anything. You look up at Ghost, his eyes are digging into you. You swallow again, taking a step over to him. This time everyone does move, ever so slightly but enough for you to notice. Price’s hand reaches out to press on his side. 

“Feel that.” He says. You look up at him unsure what to do, he nods at you. You shake your head for a second letting out a sigh and press where he instructed. 

Holy shit, it’s hard just under his skin. It’s the bullet. You could pull that out no problem, then you could stitch up the rest of his wounds.

“Still don’t think you could get it out?” He asks as you stand back up. Your eyes flick back up to Ghost. You press your lips together thinking, you could do this.

“What’s in it for me?” You ask. Now it’s negotiation time. You hear Gaz scoff. 

“We let you walk out here alive.” Gaz says, there’s anger in his voice. You turn to look at him. He’s definitely the most reserved out of all them, he held a gun to your head. He would kill you, all he needs is an excuse. You look back down at Price. 

“Your life for mine.” 

“Dramatic.” You scoff. You hear Soap chuckle behind you. 

“I want asylum, in the UK.” You say, crossing your arms. It's not America but it’s a start.  

“Fine.” Price says. You look at him shocked. 

“Just like that?” You ask frowning, it’s almost too go to be true. 

“Just like that. You need to get us into Russia though. Quietly, you said you’re a good smuggler, we’ll even pay you for it.” Price says. Now you really don’t believe him. It’s a challenge though, you can see it in his eyes. 

“I would need to go to the vets for the supplies.” You say.

“Ghost will go with you.” Price says. This is risky, they could be lying. They could kill you as soon as they’re done with you. If they want you to take them over the border you could hand them over to Konni. Makarov would probably pay you enough to retire if you handed him 4 SAS soldiers, fuck it he’d probably give you a mansion somewere in Russia. 

“How do I know I can trust you?” You ask.

“How do we know we can trust you?” Price says back, tipping his head. Touché. You smile. 

“Okay. I’ll help.” You hold your hand out, he shuffles uncomfortably but leans forward to shake your hand. 

You don’t trust them, but they don’t trust you. No way you’re going to let them betray you though. That’s your job.

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i just imagine mc loving driving sebastian up the wall by whispering things like I want you inside me or I want to taste you before walking away like nothing all day sebastian and his will power are holding on by a thread

One of Those Days | Sebastian Sallow x Reader

ahhhh anon thank you for this request I had sooo much fun torturing Seb while writing this. I hope you enjoy it too!!

Words: ~5,500

Tags: Implied Smut, Reader Insert, Female MC, No Y/N, Post Canon, Seventh Year, Angst, Teasing, Longing, Established Relationship

Friday mornings always held a certain promise for Sebastian. The week’s end brought the light at the end of the tunnel: no more late-night study sessions, no looming deadlines, and—best of all—plans for the weekend. And this weekend was shaping up to be exceptional.

He was seated at the Slytherin table across from Ominis, who was currently buttering a piece of toast with his usual meticulous care. Sebastian leaned back, cradling his coffee, a rare smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

“Why are you so smug this morning?” Ominis asked without looking up, his tone laced with suspicion.

Sebastian chuckled. “It’s Friday. The weekend awaits. And tomorrow’s plans? Impeccable.” He leaned in conspiratorially, lowering his voice. “She got me tickets for the Puddlemere United match. Front row.”

Ominis raised an eyebrow, still focused on his toast. “Ah, yes. Your doting girlfriend, endlessly spoiling you. Do remind me how the universe decided that you deserved her?”

“Still trying to figure that out myself,” Sebastian replied, taking a sip of his coffee. He grinned despite the jab. Ominis had been endlessly teasing him about your relationship since it had started over a year ago, but Sebastian couldn’t blame him. He still felt like he was getting away with something by having you in his life.

His gaze drifted to the Great Hall’s double doors for the third time in as many minutes. You were always late to breakfast—perpetually running behind in the morning.

“She’s late,” Ominis said flatly.

“She’s always late,” Sebastian replied, unable to keep the affection out of his voice. “You’d think by seventh year she’d have mastered the concept of time.”

“She must have overslept,” Ominis mused, as if it weren’t the obvious explanation. “Again.”

“She was up late,” Sebastian said defensively. “Studying."

“Is that what she told you?” Ominis asked, tilting his head with a knowing smirk. "Let's be honest, she was probably off fighting acromantulas in the forest again."

Sebastian opened his mouth to reply, but then he spotted you slipping through the doors, looking every bit as radiant as he’d expected. His heart did its usual stupid flip at the sight of you.

You glanced around the room, spotting him instantly. That smile widened, and you started toward the Slytherin table.

“Speak of the devil,” Ominis huffed a laugh, though Sebastian barely heard him. His attention was fixed entirely on you as you approached.

“Morning, boys,” you greeted, slipping into the seat beside Sebastian as though you weren’t a solid twenty minutes late. “Miss me?”

Sebastian leaned closer, brushing his shoulder against yours. “Always. Though I was starting to wonder if you’d gotten lost.”

“Got caught up,” you replied breezily, reaching for a piece of toast. “You know how it is.”

Ominis sighed. “No, we don’t. Some of us value punctuality.”

You smirked at him, your eyes glinting with mischief. “And yet, I still manage to charm you both despite my flaws. A talent, really.”

“Somehow, I don’t think it’s charm so much as sheer persistence,” Ominis replied dryly, but there was a flicker of a smile tugging at his lips.

Before you could reply, Imelda Reyes appeared behind him, her usual air of impatience in full force.

“Ominis, did you finish the notes for Professor Binns’ essay?” she asked brusquely, tapping her foot as if she had somewhere more important to be.

Ominis sighed heavily. “Yes, Imelda. Not that I understand why you insist on taking history so seriously. You do realize it’s impossible to impress a ghost?”

As Ominis turned his attention to Imelda’s complaints, you leaned toward Sebastian, the faint scent of your shampoo teasing him as you spoke just low enough for him to hear.

“You know,” you murmured, “I had a dream about you last night.”

Sebastian froze, the casual sip of coffee he’d been mid-swig nearly going down the wrong pipe. He coughed, turning his head away to avoid choking outright. When he finally managed to compose himself, he looked at you, his eyes narrowing in suspicion.

“And what, exactly, was this dream about?” he asked, keeping his voice even.

You didn’t answer immediately. Instead, you picked up your teaspoon, delicately stirring your tea, your gaze fixed on the swirling liquid as if it were the most fascinating thing in the world. When you finally lifted your eyes to meet his, you tilted your head, your lips curving into a slow, deliberate smile.

“Nothing appropriate for breakfast conversation,” you replied sweetly, dragging the edge of the spoon between your lips.

Sebastian’s brain short-circuited. He stared at you, a faint pink creeping up the back of his neck as you set the spoon down with an air of innocence. You went back to buttering your toast like you hadn’t just shattered his ability to think coherently.

“Everything all right, Sebastian?” Ominis asked, his attention back on him now that Imelda had left.

Sebastian cleared his throat. “Fine,” he said quickly. Too quickly.

You glanced at him out of the corner of your eye, biting into your toast to hide your grin. Ominis raised an eyebrow, clearly unconvinced, but didn’t press further.

You sipped your tea serenely, but Sebastian could feel the amusement radiating off you in waves. He knew that look. The playful light in your eyes, the subtle curve of your lips—it was the look you always got when you were about to cause trouble. And Merlin, it was only breakfast, but you’d already decided to make this one of those days.

He sighed internally, doing some quick mental math.

It lined up. Of course, it did.

Three weeks ago, you’d asked him to come with you to the apothecary, dragging him along while explaining that you needed to restock ingredients for a potion you brewed monthly. He had listened with genuine interest, mostly because you had a knack for making even mundane things captivating. You’d laughed when he asked a few questions, calling him “endearingly clueless for someone so brilliant,” and gone on to share more details about how the potion worked to ease period pains. But now, as he connected the dots, realization dawned with the weight of inevitability.

You were ovulating.

Sebastian’s stomach did a little flip, and a faint, involuntary heat crept up his neck. That explained everything: your heightened playfulness, the way you leaned just a little closer, the way your teasing had an edge that sent sparks skittering down his spine. You were always a minx—bold, confident, and unrepentantly mischievous—but there was something about these days that tipped you from charming troublemaker to full-blown menace. And now that he’d caught on, he knew exactly what kind of day this was shaping up to be.

He was in trouble.

The rest of breakfast passed in a blur. You kept your hands to yourself, but every glance, every comment, you sent his way held that same spark. It was enough to make him want to tug you into an empty corridor and—

“Ready for class?” Your voice broke through his spiraling thoughts, cheerful as ever. You rose from your seat, brushing crumbs from your skirt as if you hadn’t spent the last fifteen minutes planting suggestive landmines in his brain. He swallowed hard and nodded, pushing his chair back to stand.

Ominis muttered something about Sebastian being unusually quiet, but Sebastian waved him off, claiming he was still waking up. A complete lie—he was wide awake now.

As the three of you made your way to Charms, Sebastian tried to steel himself. He knew better than to let you get under his skin this early in the day. If he gave in to your antics now, you’d win—and you loved to win.

The moment you slid into the seat beside him, he felt the familiar brush of your knee against his under the desk. He told himself it was unintentional until you shifted just enough to press against him more deliberately. His gaze flicked to you, but you were already pulling out your parchment, looking perfectly innocent.

When Professor Ronen began the lecture, Sebastian attempted to focus. It lasted all of five minutes before you leaned toward him, your lips brushing the shell of his ear.

“Your concentration is admirable, really,” you whispered, the soft warmth of your breath sending a shiver down his spine.

His quill faltered mid-stroke, leaving a jagged mark across the parchment. He turned his head, intending to glare at you, but you were already sitting back, your expression unreadable as you scribbled down notes, head tilted in concentration, the very picture of academic diligence. But then he felt it—your hand, light as a feather, brushing against his thigh under the table. His breath hitched. You didn’t react, didn’t even glance his way. Instead, your quill kept moving steadily across the parchment as though you hadn’t just set his pulse racing.

Your fingers rested there for a moment, almost as if testing the waters, before you began to trace slow, deliberate circles against the fabric of his trousers. Sebastian swallowed hard, his jaw tightening as he gripped his quill. He tried to will himself to focus, to block out the sensation, but you didn’t stop. In fact, you leaned slightly closer, your arm brushing his as you added a flourish to your notes.

“Comfortable?” you murmured, your voice low enough that no one else could hear.

Sebastian glanced at you sharply, his eyes narrowing in warning, but you didn’t look at him. The only sign of your mischief was the faintest twitch at the corner of your lips.

His hand twitched, tempted to grab yours and stop you before you pushed him any further, but he knew better. Drawing attention to what you were doing would only give you more satisfaction. So instead, he gritted his teeth and leaned slightly away, his voice a hushed growl. “Behave.”

You finally turned to him, feigning wide-eyed innocence. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, Seb,” you said, your tone sticky sweet. “I’m just taking notes.”

The corners of your lips quirked upward, and Sebastian let out a slow exhale. You were relentless, and this was only the beginning. He shifted slightly in his seat, praying for the class to end quickly before he did something that would land both of you in detention.

But then your hand slid higher, and all thoughts of self-control vanished in a haze of heat and frustration.

“Are you trying to get us caught?” he muttered, his voice strained. His hand moved under the desk to still yours.

You leaned in slightly, your lips close to his ear. “What’s the fun in that?” you whispered, your breath warm against his skin.

Sebastian’s jaw clenched, his knuckles white as he gripped his quill. He managed to hold on until Professor Ronen called for the end of class . You finally withdrew your hand, gathering your things with a pleased smile that only deepened the blush on his cheeks.

When Defense Against the Dark Arts rolled around, Sebastian had convinced himself that you’d already done your worst for the day. Charms had been a test of endurance, but surely you couldn’t keep it up through another class—especially not with Professor Hecat keeping a watchful eye.

You slid into the seat next to him without a word, a soft hum of a tune under your breath as you unpacked your things. Sebastian didn’t miss the glint of mischief still lingering in your eyes, but he chose to ignore it.

Professor Hecat began the lesson with her usual briskness, outlining the day’s activity: practicing defensive and offensive spells in pairs.

Sebastian exhaled in relief. Partner work meant he could focus on the task at hand, and spell practice was something he excelled at. He cast a sidelong glance at you, waiting for the inevitable quip about how you’d wipe the floor with him. But instead, you gave him an easy smile, looking far too composed for his comfort.

“Alright, partner,” you said, drawing your wand and stepping into position across from him. “Let’s see what you’ve got.”

Sebastian smirked, eager to reclaim some sense of control after the morning’s torment. “Ladies first,” he said, gesturing for you to make the first move.

You raised your wand, your posture flawless, but before casting, you paused. “It’s so warm in here,” you murmured, loosening your tie and pulling it free with a casual flick. You undid the top two buttons of your blouse, fanning yourself with your hand. “Don’t you think?”

Sebastian stiffened, his smirk vanishing. “I—what?”

You gave him a pointed look, as if waiting for an answer, before shrugging lightly. “Never mind. Let’s get started.”

He barely had time to blink before you cast Expelliarmus, your wand aimed with precision. The spell hit him squarely, sending his wand spinning out of his hand. You grinned triumphantly as you caught it midair.

“Not bad, huh?” you teased, your voice light and smug.

Sebastian huffed, running a hand through his hair to buy himself a moment. “Not bad,” he echoed, stepping closer. “Now, hand it over.”

You tilted your head, your eyes gleaming with playful defiance. Instead of returning his wand immediately, you held it up, forcing him to move closer. “Come and get it."

Sebastian gritted his teeth, closing the distance between you. His pulse quickened the moment he got close enough to take in the details: the faint flush across your cheeks, the way your chest rose and fell just slightly faster than normal, and—Merlin help him—the open collar of your blouse that gave him a perfect view of your collarbones and just enough cleavage to make his mouth go dry.

He hesitated for a fraction of a second, his gaze flickering to yours. Your pupils were blown wide, and that maddening smirk was still firmly in place. You smelled like your usual perfume, that subtle scent that had been driving him to distraction all day, mixed with the faintest trace of parchment and ink.

Sebastian’s hand shot out to take his wand, but you pulled it back at the last second, your smirk widening. “What’s the matter? You look a bit tense.”

He took another step closer, his chest nearly brushing yours. The air between you crackled with tension, and he was certain you could hear the rapid thud of his heartbeat. He locked eyes with you, his voice low and rough. “I’m starting to think you want me tense.”

You shrugged. "Not sure what you're talking about."

Sebastian’s jaw tightened, his patience hanging by a thread. He reached for his wand again, his fingers brushing against yours as he finally pried it from your grip. For a moment, his hand lingered over yours, his thumb skimming the back of it before he pulled away.

“Your turn,” you said, stepping back with a satisfied smile. “Let’s see if you can disarm me.”

Sebastian let out a slow breath, gripping his wand tighter. Focus, he told himself, though it was easier said than done with the way you were looking at him—like you were daring him to lose control.

“All right,” he said, his voice steady despite the storm raging inside him. “Ready?”

“Always,” you replied, your smile unwavering.

He raised his wand, channeling every ounce of his frustration into the spell. Expelliarmus! The red jet of light shot toward you, and your wand flew from your hand, clattering to the floor behind you.

You sighed dramatically, shaking your head. “Well done,” you said, your tone dripping with mock defeat. “I suppose I’ll have to get that.”

Sebastian watched, helpless, as you turned and bent over to retrieve your wand, taking your sweet time as you reached for it. His gaze betrayed him, trailing down the curve of your back to your hips and further still. The hem of your skirt rode up as you bent, barely covering what it was meant to, and leaving absolutely nothing to Sebastian's already frazzled imagination.

He swallowed hard, dragging his eyes away with an effort that felt almost physical. Merlin, you were going to kill him. He could already feel the warmth creeping up the back of his neck, and he prayed to every deity he could name that no one else was paying attention.

When you straightened and turned back to him, wand in hand, your smirk was firmly in place.

“Enjoy the view?” you asked, tilting your head as if the question were perfectly innocent.

Sebastian couldn’t help the low growl that escaped him as he stepped closer again, his voice a quiet warning. “Keep it up, and you’ll regret it.”

Your grin widened, utterly unrepentant. “Is that a threat?”

For a split second, he considered saying something that would wipe that smirk off your face, but Professor Hecat’s sharp voice cut through the tension. “Back to your positions!” she barked, her gaze darting between the two of you. “Focus, Mr. Sallow, Miss—”

“Yes, Professor,” Sebastian said quickly, stepping back and trying to calm his racing heart. But as he moved into position, he could still smell your perfume lingering in the air, and the image of your teasing smirk was seared into his mind.

He was barely holding it together, and the day was far from over. But surely, over lunch and surrounded by friends, he’d have some semblance of a reprieve. You wouldn’t dare push things in front of an audience—or so he hoped.

He slid into a seat beside Ominis, who was already stirring a bowl of soup to cool it off. Garreth and Natty sat across from them, deep in a lively debate about the Honeydukes confections.

Sebastian exhaled a small sigh of relief as you arrived a few moments later, seating yourself between Natty and Garreth across from him. You greeted everyone cheerfully, plucking a goblet of pumpkin juice from the table with your usual grace. For a fleeting moment, Sebastian thought he might actually survive the meal unscathed.

He was wrong.

You reached for the fruit platter in front of you, selecting a piece of pineapple and popping it into your mouth with a content hum. Sebastian caught himself watching the way your lips curled around your fingers, quickly tearing his gaze away as heat crept up his neck.

He wasn’t fast enough. You noticed, of course, and your eyes gleamed with mischief as you plucked another piece of pineapple, holding it up thoughtfully.

“Sebastian,” you said, your tone far too casual, “do you eat pineapple often?”

His brow furrowed. “Uh, not really. Why?”

You shrugged, biting into the pineapple and chewing slowly before answering. “Oh, it’s just something I read once. Supposedly, it makes… certain things taste better.”

The words hung in the air for a split second before their meaning hit him like a Stupefy spell. His jaw dropped, and he felt the heat in his cheeks spread like wildfire.

Garreth, who had been mid-sip of pumpkin juice, choked and started coughing, his face contorted with suppressed laughter. Natty’s eyes widened before she covered her mouth with her hand, a muffled giggle escaping. Even Ominis, usually the picture of composure, pinched the bridge of his nose with a long-suffering sigh.

Sebastian, on the other hand, was frozen, torn between mortification and the desperate urge to throttle you—or kiss you senseless. “You—” he spluttered, his voice low and strained. “You can’t just—why would you—”

You tilted your head, feigning innocence. “What? It’s just a question. I’m curious.”

“Curious,” Sebastian echoed, his voice a growl. His grip tightened on his goblet, knuckles white as he tried to maintain some semblance of composure.

You grinned, clearly pleased with yourself, and went back to your meal as if nothing had happened. Garreth finally managed to stop coughing, wiping tears from his eyes as he laughed. “Merlin’s beard, Sebastian, you’re as red as my tie.”

“Shut it, Weasley,” Sebastian muttered, glaring at him before shooting you a dark look.

Ominis sighed again, his patience clearly wearing thin. “Do the two of you ever give it a rest? Some of us are trying to eat in peace.”

Sebastian gritted his teeth, forcing himself to focus on his plate. You, meanwhile, continued to eat with maddening grace, each bite more deliberate than the last. To anyone else, you seemed completely oblivious, but Sebastian knew better. The way your lips lingered on the edge of your goblet, how your tongue darted out to catch the stray drop of pumpkin juice, the slow way you licked your fingers after finishing a piece of fruit—it was all deliberate, and it was driving him insane.

When lunch finally ended, Sebastian practically leapt to his feet, eager to put some distance between you. But as the group began to disperse, you slipped up beside him, your hand brushing against his arm.

“What do you say we use our free period to get a head start on homework?” you suggested, your tone casual but your eyes sparkling with mischief. “The library’s quiet. Perfect for concentration.”

Sebastian narrowed his eyes at you, suspicious. “Concentration, huh?”

You tilted your head, looking up at him with faux innocence. “What else would we be doing?”

He exhaled heavily, running a hand through his hair. “Fine. The library it is.”

Sebastian trailed after you, already regretting his decision to agree to this “study session.” He wasn’t walking to his doom—not exactly—but it certainly felt like you were leading him into a trap he’d willingly sprung. Every step you took ahead of him, your hips swaying just enough to catch his attention, felt deliberate, and his patience was wearing thin.

When you reached the secluded table in the back of the library, you slid into a seat with a satisfied smile, glancing up at him as if daring him to sit across from you. Of course, he did—because, Merlin help him, no part of him could resist you, even when you were driving him out of his mind.

“You’re awfully quiet,” you said, leaning forward to rest your chin in your hand, your voice laced with amusement. “Something on your mind?”

Sebastian opened his mouth to reply but quickly thought better of it, forcing himself to focus instead on pulling out his parchment and quill. He needed to get this essay done, fast—before you found another way to turn his brain to mush.

“Nothing,” he muttered, not looking up. “Let’s just work.”

You hummed in response, a light, teasing sound that sent a shiver down his spine. When he finally risked a glance at you, you were watching him with that knowing smirk, the one that said you knew exactly what you were doing to him—and you had no intention of stopping.

To your credit, the two of you did manage to work in relative silence for about an hour. It was a miracle, really, considering the way you had been tormenting him all day. The soft scratching of quills and the occasional flipping of pages filled the air, lulling Sebastian into a false sense of security. You even asked him a few legitimate questions about your arithmancy work, and he found himself easing into the rhythm of study.

But of course, it couldn’t last.

You tapped your quill against the edge of the table thoughtfully, drawing his attention as you tilted your head, a curious expression on your face. “Sebastian,” you said slowly, like you were turning something over in your mind.

He glanced up, cautiously optimistic that this might be a real question. “What?”

“If you cast Levioso on something heavy enough, do you think there’s a weight limit?”

Sebastian frowned, considering. “There’s a theoretical limit, I suppose. It depends on the skill of the caster and the strength of the enchantment. Why?”

You propped your chin in your hand as you gestured toward the sturdy oak table in front of you. “Can you cast it on objects to make them stronger, or is that a separate charm altogether?"

Sebastian blinked at you, trying to gauge where this was going. Your expression was innocent enough—curious, thoughtful—but he’d spent far too much time with you to let his guard down completely.

“That’s a separate charm,” he said slowly, leaning back in his chair. “Reinforcement charms can strengthen objects, but Levioso isn’t meant for that. It’s just levitation.”

You nodded thoughtfully, your fingers tapping lightly against the edge of the table. “Makes sense,” you mused. “I was just thinking… these tables have probably been here for decades, maybe centuries."

Sebastian frowned, unsure where your train of thought was leading. “I suppose so. Why?”

Your lips curved into a soft smile, and you tilted your head, your eyes sparkling with a mischief he recognized all too well. “Oh, no reason,” you said lightly, waving a hand. “I was just wondering how much weight they could handle. You know, hypothetically.”

The room seemed to still as your words hung in the air, and Sebastian felt his stomach drop. His quill froze mid-scratch, and he stared at you, his mind racing to keep up.

“Hypothetically,” he repeated, his voice flat, though his pulse was anything but.

"You know," You shrugged, leaning back in your chair with an air of nonchalance that was completely at odds with the gleam in your eyes. "Like the weight of two people."

Sebastian stared at you, half-convinced he was hallucinating. You were far too composed for someone who had just casually suggested something so completely inappropriate in the middle of the bloody library, yet here you were, twirling your quill like the picture of innocence. He wanted to say something clever, something sharp that would throw you off your game, but his mind was stuck on one thing.

Two people. This table.

Sebastian’s knuckles turned white as he gripped his quill, his patience dangling by a thread. He could feel the heat crawling up the back of his neck, and you noticed, of course. You always noticed. The way your eyes sparkled with mischief, that faint smirk tugging at your lips—you were daring him to lose control, and you both knew it.

But Sebastian was stubborn, if nothing else. He forced his gaze back down to his parchment, his quill scratching out nonsense as he tried to focus on anything other than the absurdly inappropriate image you’d planted in his head.

“Anyway,” you said lightly, your tone as innocent as ever, “I've had enough of arithmancy for the day. What was the essay prompt again for potions? Something about brewing methods?”

“Yeah,” he said slowly. “The efficacy of different brewing techniques for enhancing potion potency.”

“Right,” you said, nodding thoughtfully, a contemplative look crossing your face. “Hm… I think I know a book that covers this. It talks about how it’s all in the measurements. Every little thing has to be just right. You’ve got to be so careful with how deep you’re going in, or… well, the whole thing can become quite explosive."

Sebastian’s quill snapped in half.

He froze, staring down at the broken pieces in his hands as if they might somehow offer an escape from this torment. But when he looked up, your smirk was waiting for him, smug and triumphant.

“Oops,” you said sweetly, tilting your head. “Did I say something distracting?”

Sebastian gritted his teeth, his patience unraveling by the second. “You know exactly what you’re doing,” he growled, his voice low and tense.

“Do I?” you replied, feigning innocence. But the glint in your eye betrayed you. You leaned forward slightly, your voice dropping to a near-whisper. “Surely you'll get top marks on this essay... I think you know exactly how deep to go."

Sebastian stood abruptly, the chair scraping loudly against the floor as he pushed it back. His eyes locked onto yours, dark and filled with a heat that made your smirk falter for the first time all day.

“Outside. Now,” he said, his voice low and commanding.

Your brows lifted in mock surprise, but the flicker of excitement in your expression didn’t escape him. You opened your mouth to say something—no doubt another teasing remark—but he wasn’t having it.

“Don’t,” he warned, cutting you off. “Just move.”

For once, you complied without argument, though the playful sway of your hips as you walked ahead of him made it clear you weren’t done yet.

Sebastian followed close behind as you weaved through the bookshelves, his chest tight with frustration and something far more dangerous. He didn’t know what he was going to do when he finally got you alone—but he knew he couldn’t take another second of this.

“You’ve been playing games all day,” he growled as you walked, his voice low and rough. “Do you think I didn’t notice? Do you think I’d just let it slide?”

You raised a brow. “I don’t know what you mean,” you said, tilting your head in mock confusion. “I’ve been perfectly well-behaved.”

Sebastian grabbed your wrist, his forehead nearly brushing yours as his hand came up to cup your jaw. “Well-behaved?” he echoed, his tone dripping with disbelief. “You’ve been driving me mad. Every look, every word, every touch—” He cut himself off, dragging a hand through his hair before pinning you with a glare. “Do you have any idea how hard it’s been to keep my hands off you?”

His grip on your wrist tightened—not enough to hurt, but firm enough to leave no room for argument. Without another word, he turned sharply, dragging you through the corridors at a pace that made it clear his patience had completely run out.

You didn’t protest, your steps falling into sync with his as he led you toward the one place he knew you’d have privacy: the Undercroft.

When you finally reached the hidden entrance, Sebastian didn’t even bother with his usual careful precision. He muttered the incantation quickly, his voice rough with impatience, and the hidden door swung open. He tugged you inside, the heavy door slamming shut behind you with a resounding thud that echoed in the quiet, secluded space.

The silence hung for a moment, broken only by the sound of your unsteady breaths as Sebastian turned to face you. His gaze was dark, intense, and utterly consuming as he stepped closer, backing you up until your spine pressed against the cool stone wall.

“Do you think this is a joke?” he demanded, his voice low and dangerous, every word dripping with frustration and something far more primal. His hand braced against the wall beside your head, effectively caging you in.

Your smirk returned. “I think you’re overreacting,” you replied, your tone light but laced with a hint of defiance. “All I did was—”

“All you did,” he interrupted sharply, his other hand gripping your chin gently but firmly, tilting your face up to meet his eyes, “was make me spend the entire day trying not to lose my fucking mind.”

You didn’t back down, even as his chest brushed yours. “I was just having fun."

“Fun?” Sebastian echoed, his lips curling into a humorless smile. “You think driving me mad was fun?”

You tilted your head, grinning. “I think you like it."

Sebastian’s jaw tightened, and for a moment, the tension between you seemed to reach its breaking point. His thumb brushed over your jaw, a deceptively soft gesture that made your breath hitch. “Maybe you're right,” he admitted, his voice gravelly. “But don’t think for a second that you’re off the hook. You’re going to pay for every second of torture you put me through today.”

Your smirk widened, and you leaned up to brush your lips against his, your voice a teasing whisper against his mouth. “Promise?”

Sebastian’s answering smile was dark and full of intent as he guided you toward the sofa. “Oh, you have no idea.”

[tsundanire]

Whore

“Boo, you whore,” Dream groans as his beloved daughter slips out of his lap and trots towards George—actually trilling in greeting. 

“Well hello to you too gorgeous girl,” George replies, adding in the occasional meow when Patches responds. “Who’s the best, sweetest, most darlingest girl? Yes, it’s you. Don’t listen to Daddy. He’s just jealous you like me better.” 

“You’re a whore too, George. You both are.” Dream sighs, hands in the air like he’s giving up the fight.

George strides over, Patches tucked firmly in his arms. When he sits, it’s pressed right against Dream’s thigh. Where they touch is warm, and leaves Dream’s brain feeling a little fuzzy. 

“You okay?” It’s the first time George has broached the topic—one they steadfastly ignore out loud. 

Dream inhales, then exhales very slowly through his nose as he considers the shit show of the last few days. “I’m..” Dream opens and closes his mouth a few times but the words don’t come out.

Instead of saying anything, George slips his whole body into Dream’s lap. Patches is still wrapped in George’s arms, but they’re all huddled together now, with George’s head pressed to Dream’s chest. It takes a few minutes, but Dream can feel the tension and stress slowly melting away. 

“I think I should call Martin.” There’s a heavy weight to these words, and he knows George can feel it too. 

It’s like saying ‘I love you’ in so far as each word is innocuous on its own, but you put them together and say them to someone specific and it can change everything. And yet, saying them to George was still far easier than what he wants to do now.

“Do you want any help with that?” George replies, fully aware of the gravity of what Dream is saying. And Dream loves him even more for not making it out to be a huge deal. “I have nothing on for a bit so if you want me to go too?”

“No that’s—” Dream inhales again, exhaling a shaky breath. “It’s fine. I think we might be able to do it over video call.” 

Patches hears a sound in the distance and it has her scurrying out of George’s lap—probably Milo or Naomi, or God forbid..both. When she’s gone, and only George remains in his lap, Dream still feels surprisingly calm. 

“You know those whole emotional support pets?” George chews on his lip as he mulls the thought in his head. 

“Yeah? What, you think Patches? Nah, she’s great for me but neither of us are particularly great at actually going places.” Dream laughs quietly.

“No, I was wondering if they did that for people? Like emotional support people?” 

“Isn’t that just therapy?” 

“Idiot,” George huffs like he’s trying not to laugh, and is, instead, mildly annoyed that his idea was shot down. 

——

Later, when George is busy torturing Sapnap with his presence, Dream sits on his bed, his phone in hand, just staring at the call screen. It’s a stupid button, that’s all he had to press. But the weight was strong. 

At the door, a little trilling noise grabs his attention.

Patches pushes her way in, hopping onto the bed at his side. Immediately she sank into a loaf and purred, filling Dream with an almost ethereal calm. His large palm sinks into her fur, grounding himself in the vibrations of her pur. He hits ‘call’.  

“Hello?” Comes an older, cheerful male voice. 

“Dr Martin? It’s Clay. I-” Dream inhales like he’s gearing himself up to kill the Ender Dragon. “I’d like to schedule a therapy appointment with you.”

-END-

For @alittledizzy I hope this is fluffy enough. <3

[allthewhumpygoodness]

Other Stuff that can happen in "stagnant" whump fics

So I've been thinking about something and wanted to share it as an open conversation. A lot of the time my writing block when writing whump or sickfic comes from like...what can actually happen in the course of the story. Especially since my stuff tends towards the longer side (I'm a chronic overwriter), it's hard to keep things...interesting I guess? And I find my writing suffers when my Tales Of Woe don't have much structure to them.

(I say this as someone who writes primarily sickfic, or recovery-based stories that are caretaker/whumpee focused, with little or no whumper involvement, so that's what I'll be focused on here. Certainly if you're writing something like a character being held in captivity and tortured/attempting escape/encountering other prisoners/being searched for, you've already got plenty going on and probably don't have this issue at all.)

So I've made a list of Stuff That Can Happen during your whump/sick fic. If you would like. Of course, there will always be a market for stories that are mostly the same level of suffering and nothing else is really the focus, but if you do find you struggle with this like I do, this list might be for you.

Character arcs/Internal/social shifts:

1 caretaker, their relationship to the whumpee strengthens

1 caretaker, they find themselves growing apart from the whumpee

2 or more caretakers, there are complicated dynamics between all of them + the whumpee that shift around

Eg; there's a whumpee and 3 others, Caretaker A forms a closer relationship with Whumpee throughout the story, Caretaker B *was* close with them before but finds their place now "usurped" by A, Caretaker C tries to keep the peace between them while also helping out Whumpee

A caretaker realizes they're better at Caretaking than they'd thought

A caretaker realizes they're not as good at Caretaking as they'd thought

Whumpee realizes they have romantic feelings for Caretaker (or vice versa)

Whumpee discovers they only like Caretaker as a friend (or vice versa)

Whumpee learns to trust Caretaker (s)

Caretaker (s) learn to trust Whumpee

There was a previous misunderstanding (about their feelings for one another, their loyalties, an action taken from one of them etc.) between Whumpee and Caretaker (or between more than one caretaker) that gradually gets resolved

A misunderstanding occurs within the story that builds and is then resolved

One caretaker has to convince another to be honest with Whumpee about this misunderstanding (or has to convince Whumpee to be honest with Caretaker)

Someone unexpected arrives at the scene; whether that be a rival, a friend or family member of the whumpee, a potential other caretaker, or Whumper

Perhaps this is a relief for the caretaker, who needs a break

Or it's a stranger who causes tension in the situation

Maybe the caretaker knows this person is coming and is stressed out waiting for them

Physical/symptomatic shifts:

Whumpee is found injured and unconscious, and wakes up being cared for - their wounds later become infected, leading to a much longer recovery

Whumpee's condition quickly worsens

Whumpee steadily becomes delirious

Whumpee is feverish and goes from feeling freezing cold to boiling

Whumpee feverishly tries to stumble out of bed and into a different room (searching for Caretaker? trying to find a warmer spot?), and are found before, as, or after they collapse

Adding illness to injury: Whumpee is dealing with an injury, only to get sick, or sick only to also become hypothermic, they have heatstroke and then get hurt etc. Compounding whump.

Environmental shifts:

A caretaker could leave temporarily out of necessity, leaving whumpee and/or other caretaker(s) worried about them until they return

The weather changes (worsens? gets better? worsens and then gets better? gets better and then worsens?)

The characters have to shift locations for some reason

An important resource is run out of

Something necessary is destroyed or partially destroyed

A doctor/medic needs to be called

Somebody else becomes sick, injured, or lands in some other danger

Whumpee's newest symptom requires a different type of medicine than what they've been taking up until now, possibly one the caretaker doesn't have

The characters are in an intense situation (in hiding, in a warzone, on the run, trying to escape a natural disaster etc.) and the stakes suddenly become much higher due to something related to this

Maybe there's a flood and the waters have reached their safe spot

Maybe whumpee is some enemy they're sheltering in secret and members of their team/army/etc. come searching for them

There's lots more I could add and I'm not sure if this is explained in the best way, but there you have it.

[takethelongroadhome]

the thing that (imo) no one is acknowledging about astarion is that shame is a huge part of his psyche. just as much as (arguably more than) fear--an important aspect of his fear is that he fears becoming the person he was so ashamed of again.

most of the abuse he's implied to have experienced from cazador is so extremely degrading and humiliating that it's almost unimaginable. his siblings describe him as especially likely to fawn and submit for safety. leon goes out of his way to mock him for being cazador's "favorite," whatever the hell that means.

when he meets the 7,000 spawn for the first time, he's not just willing to sacrifice them for the ritual, he wants them to die--he hates them in a very visceral, personal way. the pity and guilt he feels for them is drowned out by his contempt-- they're "pathetic, horrible." if you call him out on the fact that they clearly remind him of himself, he absolutely flips out and says he killed that version of himself. he not only is willing to trick and kill his siblings, he not only thinks they deserve that, he is surprised that you feel differently. he was one of them barely a month ago! he knows that!

shame -> contempt sublimation is very real. when you hate yourself for what was done to you, it's barely a leap to begin hating others for what is done to them (I mean, he says outright that he doesn't want to help the gnome slaves in grymforge because they're depressing). he hates the person he was forced to become under cazador--the person who simpered and played along with the man systematically torturing him for his own gratification, who had to abandon all self-respect and dignity for survival, and so he draws a sharp distinction between past-astarion and free-astarion and is obsessed with separating himself from any trace of the former. anyone who's a victim like past-astarion gets hit with the full force of his contempt and disgust. free-astarion is good and worthy because he is no longer like those pathetic victims, and is free to look down on them all from his tadpole-enabled throne!

it's to the point where he actively gets joy out of seeing victims brutalized, because he's had to adopt cazador's worldview over the 200 years he spent trying to appease his every whim. (as much as he hates cazador, he also clearly "looks up" to him--he hypes him up as a threat like he's in a powerscaling argument with you. he has to! how else would he have survived?) you are either the powerful and dignified victimizer or the pathetic victim, and for once he gets to be in cazador's position, relishing the just punishment of the weak for being weak. he has no other model for what dignity can look like beyond this victimizer/victim dichotomy. if he wants basic self-respect, he thinks he has to be like this.

this isn't a good worldview, both in the moral sense and in the qualitative sense. it's miserable. astarion will never actually be able to achieve peace or happiness like this. no amount of power will satisfy his sense of shame--it certainly didn't for cazador! what he needs is to feel real compassion for other people and for his past self--not anger, not grievance, not bitterness, but actual compassion. that's part of why you get approval for talking him out of ascending--he may truly, desperately want to ascend, because everything he believes about the world is telling him that the 7,000 spawn deserve it and it's the only way for him to become worthy and whole and dignified, but even more than that, he wants someone to convince him that he's wrong.

obviously this isn't, like, the only factor at play in his head. he contains multitudes! but I do think it's an important one

[imhappierthanever]

Jealous

“On your knees, princess.” Billie said making you kneel as she revealed her faux cock to you. “This is what you wanted, isn’t it?” She said teasingly running it along your lip.

You let your jealousy slip and Billie was both extremely turned on by this and also she was in the mood to make you pay for the way you acted. You had always been a little jealous about the girls who came before you. The ones you couldn’t quite figure out..what exactly was going on. But as always, Billie assured you that it was nothing. Still, that didn’t stop the feeling burning in your chest, making your heart sink at the thought that anyone else could have even a fraction of her heart or attention.

“Is this what you think she’s doing when I’m not with you?” Billie asks you, guiding it in your mouth making you take it all, every torturous inch. You shook your head no, obviously not being able to use your words.

“I think you do.” She said thrusting slowly at first, making you savour her. The way your lips stretched around her, your throat swallowing her. Billie didn’t stay gentle. She wanted to fuck your mouth until you were practically choking, tears streaming down your face. She was going to fuck those little jealous thoughts right out of you.

When she was satisfied, she all but threw you onto the bed, pinning your wrists above your head. Her strap was grinding against you, your cunt was soaking, anticipating her every move. But of course, Billie wasn’t going to give you what you wanted. No. Especially since you had been anything but a good girl. She wanted to hear you. She wanted you to whimper, and beg and need her. But you knew…not until she was ready. Then and only then would you take every inch of her, and not a second before. “What happened to my good girl?” Billie asked, deciding she had tortured you enough in this moment, l finally sliding inside you, stretching you, hearing your moans of pleasure. Billie fucked you deep, letting her hips meet yours with every thrust, filling you over and over until you were a fucked out mess beneath her. Her ring covered hands gripped your hips, pulling you closer, thrusting harder, until your body molded to hers, your nails scratching her back, leaving marks you would clearly see in the morning. “Please, Mommy, please! Don’t stop!” You begged, your words coming back to you. And she didn’t. She took you to a place you hadn’t ever been, some place beyond the moon and stars. Those fucking little stars behind your lids she somehow always made you see. She fucked you until all you knew was her. Until you couldn’t even remember the names of those other girls and they became a distant thought.

The only thing you could focus on was the moment you were in, the way Billie left your body shaking, trembling, releasing with such force you didn’t even know your body was capable of such.

Once Billie was sure you couldn’t take anymore, she pulled out slowly, letting her body fall onto yours, helping you come down from your high.

It always amazed you how she could be so rough and then so gentle but you needed it. You needed everything from her you thought as you felt her hands caressing your body and her sweet words in your ear. When you could finally speak you let your eyes meet hers. “I’m sorry, baby. I love you so much. And sometimes I just worry someone else will too.” You let your fingers caress her face, dancing softly over her rosy cheeks. “I wish we could just stay here together forever. So I don’t have to share you.” You giggled softly. This time she caught your hand in hers, placing kisses to it.

“You don’t ever have to worry, my love. About anyone. I love you and I’m all yours. Got it?” She said lifting your chin, bringing your lips back to hers. You nodded feeling a bit ridiculous you let your feelings get out of control. “But I have to admit, you’re even hotter when you get all jealous.” She teased. You scuffed and rolled your body about halfway before she rolled you right back into hers, trapping you against her body. Just how you loved it. Just you and Billie in your own little world together. No one else, no interruptions. Just love between you both.

[yourcrazygirlokris]

I am fucking done with this bullshit. I don’t care how much abuse from other people I may face or the slurs I will get called or the beatings I will get, I’m walking the halls of the fucking campus with a trans pride pin because by god whatever torture I have to endure is worth it if I can let local trans people around me IRL know there’s someone there for them, and I suggest people who can do so should too.

I know for a damn fact we need another Stonewall Riot and it’s likely we would be shot and killed where we stand more than we already are if not for those people who were there for each other in a world fighting against them. My main goal in life was to become a marine biologist and I don’t give a shit if that’s ripped away from me because this world will have to pry it from my cold dead hands and I’ll die before I stop screaming from the rooftops.

It’s been proven by Luigi Mangione that we are fucking terrifying to our oppressors and the upper class if we push hard enough, and if that was just one person just think of an entire community doing just that. I refuse to live in a world where people are killing themselves just because old demented cis men in suits say so. This is the time for a revolution. We’re all pissed the fuck off and it’s time we do something about it. Live out of spite of those men because you know if you do, you will see them die just like they wanted us to.

I implore you to like and reblog this. Take this to more people, because that’s what we need now more than ever. This isn’t even about trans people, because I can sure as hell tell you if trans people go first, everyone else is going next.

Live or die, we do so with pride.

[elene78-blog]

Thank you! I didn't want to get into this debate because I think a lot has already been exploited, but Kevin and Jean were definitely not in the same position and circumstance. I'm sorry, but you only have to compare Jean's injuries and wounds (recurring over the years in all parts of the body) with Kevin's (just one specific one, caused by a specific outburst of anger). They both suffered psychologically, but what Riko did with Jean was to slaughter him, torturing him for years at unthinkable levels. What Riko didn't do to Kevin, he did to Jean.

THEY WERE NOT IN THE SAME SITUATION. EVEN NORA HAS SAID IT LIKE THIS.

On the other hand, I haven't said in this post that I enjoy or want Neil to hit Kevin or blame him. No. What I've said is that I think blaming Kevin for leaving The Nest and leaving Jean (Neil knowing what he knows now) is totally in character for Neil. Neil is not compassionate towards Kevin. He has called Kevin a coward within the trilogy several times. Knowing that his leaving brought serious consequences to Jean, now that they have forged some kind of bond, could cause him to call Kevin a coward again, and would still be typical of Neil.

Another thing is what I want or think, and another thing is what I think Neil would say about it.

I don't hate Kevin nor do I think anything specific should be held against him... but I do hate that people say he was in the same position as Jean when that's NOT the case.

I really wish people would stop trying to make Kevin's situation at The Nest worse to justify his actions, when canonically we know that Kevin didn't reach Jean's levels of abuse.

This is why I don't support Kevjean, because to have a healthy base, the fandom always tries to say that Kevin had it the same or worse than Jean, but canonically that wasn't the case. Kevin can be defended with canon (he suffered less abuse than Jean and they weren't in the same situation).

The fact that the fandom doesn't shows me that they see Kevin's actual behavior as something reprehensible that they must change to justify, and the truth is... It's not necessary.

Kevin was screwed and didn't owe Jean anything. He discovered he had a father when he had always believed there was no way out and in a desperate situation, he took the opportunity. Was it a gesture of cowardice? It's not our place to judge that. Was that what happened? Yes. There is no more.

Do you think Neil rebuked Kevin when he returned from California after commissioning Grayson's murder?

I think he wouldn't tell him anything clearly because he doesn't know if Kevin knows this, and he won't be the one to talk about anyone's SA, but... Being Neil, and with all the times he has called Kevin a coward in the original trilogy I don't think he arrived at Palmetto very calmly. Especially not if Neil is playing the same role Andrew plays with Kevin, but with Jean.

I think that upon his arrival in Palmetto he would be quite furious. Andrew's presence would calm him down, but Neil would discuss the decision to send Jean to the Trojans and ask Kevin why the hell he couldn't eat his shit and insist that Jean stay with them. Kevin defends himself. Neil hits sensitive spots. He asks: "Did you know that when you left him there and ran away?" and Kevin loses his patience, because he will never be able to tolerate them talking about it without wanting to tear his skin off himself.

I think it would be interesting if Kevin shows up in California for the interview with the remains of a black eye. And when Jean asked, Kevin would say.

"You have quite a few friends, Jean, even if you don't believe it. There's a big-mouthed one on my team who will move heaven and earth to keep you safe."

Jean will be very upset and will later talk to Neil about how he doesn't need anyone to fight his battles for him, but he will also be disgruntled. He doesn't know why Josten is so involved in his recovery, but...

Bitch, he's Jean's lost forever partner. How would he not?

[echo-riot]

Texting Sevika/Ellie/Abby

•|||——————————————————————|||•

You: So when I said I wanted you to take care of me, I didn’t mean in the “drag me across the floor by my hair” way…

Sevika: Quit whining. You look good all disheveled.

You: I bet I do, but I’m just saying, there’s a line between “care” and “torture”

Sevika: You’re lucky you’re cute. And lucky I’m in the mood for cuddles, not punishment.

You: Lucky for me. Or unlucky for you, depending on how much patience you have for me trying to escape this “care”

Sevika: Try escaping again. I dare you. You’ll end up back on my lap.

You: Oof, is that an offer? Because I’ll test it

Sevika: Test it, and I’ll remind you who’s in charge… And who gets to decide when the cuddles end.

You: Guess I’ll just have to test it out, then. Maybe I’ll need a little extra help getting back in your lap

Sevika: I can always make more room.

You: Glad to know you’re still obsessed with me.

Sevika: Obsession is an understatement.

You: I’ll take that as a compliment, sugar mama.

Sevika: It’s more of a warning, love. Don’t forget it.

•|||——————————————————————|||•

You:Hey, loser. You still breathing?

Ellie: Oh, I’m breathing, alright. But only because I need to stalk you in person later. What are you doing?

You: Just thinking about how lucky you are to have me as your girlfriend. You’re welcome, by the way.

Ellie: Oh yeah? You’re lucky I haven’t tied you up and kept you all to myself yet. But I’m patient, I guess.

You:Yeah, well, I’d let you, but I’d probably escape, and you’d be sad. Maybe that’s your fantasy, huh?

Ellie:You wouldn’t. You think you could escape from me? I’m the one with all the tricks, remember?

You: Oh, I remember. Your “tricks” are mostly you being a grumpy little brat, though.

Ellie: You love it. Don’t lie. You love when I’m all possessive and weird with you.

You: Yeah, I kinda do. You just can’t get enough of me, huh?

Ellie: Yeah, well, if you’d stop being so damn cute, maybe I wouldn’t have to. But here we are, me constantly obsessed with you and you pretending you don’t love it.

You:Who’s pretending? I know you’re a complete mess without me. I’m basically your lifeline now.

Ellie:And don’t you forget it. You’re stuck with me, loser.

You:I’m not complaining. You’re stuck with me, too. Hope you’re ready for me to ruin your life in all the best ways.

Ellie:Babe, my life was already ruined before you came along. You just made it a lot more fun.

You: Good, because I’m only getting started.

Ellie: Can’t wait to ruin you, too.

•|||——————————————————————|||•

You: Hey, muscle-head. Got any room for me in that oversized hoodie of yours?

Abby: You want me to share my hoodie? Really? You know I could just pick you up and carry you around instead, right?

You: Ooooh, are you trying to flex on me? I think I’d rather just crawl into your lap and make you squirm instead.

Abby: Squirm? Babe, I can take whatever you dish out. It’s you who should be worried about that, not me.

You: Keep talking like that and you might make me want to test that theory… but I’ll let you have your little victory for now.

Abby: Victory? Pfft, I don’t need to try. You’re already obsessed with me. I know how this ends.

You: Yeah, obsessed, huh? You wish. I’m just here for the murderous cuddles and your questionable muscle flexing.

Abby: You love it. You know damn well you can’t resist this. Don’t act like you don’t wanna be tangled up with me right now.

You: Who says I’m acting? I’ll happily let you “tangle” me up. But I’m definitely not going easy on you.

Abby: You don’t have to go easy on me. I like when you push back. But don’t think for a second I’m not gonna win.

You: I’m not worried. I kinda like a challenge. You won’t know what hit you.

Abby:Bring it on, babe. I’ve got all the time in the world to prove who’s really in charge here.

You:You can try, but just know that when I win, I’ll expect a serious cuddle session… no complaints allowed.

Abby:Fine. But you better be ready for when I win. I’m claiming all the cuddle rights first.

You: Deal. Just don’t be mad when you end up in my arms instead of the other way around.

Abby: We’ll see about that, babe. We’ll see.

•|||——————————————————————|||•

[witha-boxofscraps]

Walter Hartwell White makes me so inexplicably angry because oh my god at one point he’s like “Jesse. Do not call here. Do not come here. Do not contact me in any way ever when I am at home. Do not call when I’m at work. Do not come to my work. Do not contract me in any way ever when I am at work.” Which, you know, when they’re running a highly illegal meth lab, is a pretty valid ground rule to lay down.

But the next second he’s like “Jesse. Pick up the phone right now. You have nothing more important to be doing. I’m calling from my home. I’m coming to yours. I’m demanding your landlord gives me a spare key to let me in. I’m breaking down the door.”

One second he’s shouting “You’re a pathetic, useless junkie who can’t follow simple, rudimentary instructions.”

The next he’s like “Jesse. Jesse, listen to me. I am the only person in the world who understands what you’ve been through. The only person in the world who understands you. You can trust me, wholly and utterly. I am responsible for making sure you make Good Choices. I will save you from yourself. I call you son when I’m worried about you. I missed the birth of my daughter but I’m not as angry as I should be because I’m still worried about you. I called my own son your name by accident.”

And then the fucking next it’s like “I know where Pinkman is.” And he rats him out to be killed, only to let him be taken and tortured for 6 months by fucking neonazis.

And by that point, you think it’s over.

BUT THEN HES LIKE LOOKING AT JESSE WHO LOOKS LIKE A BEATEN DOG AND JESSE CANT MAKE EYE CONTACT AND HES NOT SORRY. HES NOT. BUT ITS STILL, AFTER ALL THIS TIME, “I’ll save you. I’ll save you from them. I’ll save you from yourself. But more importantly, I’ll save you from me.” AND HE FUCKING PUSHES JESSE TO THE GROUND AND SHIELDS HIM WITH HIS OWN BODY, TAKING A BULLET IN THE PROCESS THAT ULTIMATELY KILLS THE GREAT HEISENBERG.

I FUCKING CANT.

[darkserenity24]

𝑭𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒅𝒐𝒎 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒐𝒔 - 𝑪𝒉. 10

Loki x Reader

𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙎𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮: 𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙣𝙖𝙫𝙞𝙜𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙧𝙡𝙬𝙞𝙣𝙙 𝙤𝙛 𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙚𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙙𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙜𝙤𝙙 𝙤𝙛 𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙚𝙛.

𝘈/𝘕: 𝘌𝘹𝘤𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘯𝘦! 𝘗𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘰𝘺, 𝘳𝘦𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘨, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵!

𝙒𝙝𝙮 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙄 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪?

After you and Loki were ambushed earlier that week, the atmosphere in the tower had noticeably shifted. Things felt unusually tense, to say the least.

The team seemed to be unsure of what to do about the media–and now the whole world–thinking that you and Loki were together. Mixed emotions were coming from everyone, ranging from confusion to annoyance, anger, and even subtle amusement. Tony and Steve were trying their hardest to mitigate any more rumors the press were spreading about you two, but it was pointless in your opinion. Regardless of what the truth was, people would always think what they wanted to.

Then there was Natasha and surprisingly enough, Sam, who were both getting a ridiculous amount of enjoyment from the situation. If it weren’t for Tony being highly peeved, they’d probably be teasing you any chance they could. They still did it, just in private.

You, on the other hand, were mind blown about the current situation you found yourself in. You didn’t know what to think, or how to go about it, being completely lost for words. How could anyone think that you and Loki were dating? Why did anyone think you and Loki were dating? It didn’t make any sense to you, and you continued to drive yourself crazy by reading every news article that popped up on your phone.

You were sitting in the living room, watching the ten o’clock news as they debated on how dangerous your and Loki's relationship was for the human race. But that wasn’t even the worst part about it.

You cringed as the headline ‘CAPTAIN AMERICA’S FORMER LOVER CHEATS ON HIM WITH INFAMOUS WAR CRIMINAL’ rolled across the screen in bold letters. 

The fact that people still believed you were ever with Steve in the first place was enough to send you into a mental spiral. How were you supposed to show your face at school again? It was almost impossible for you to step outside without getting bombarded with cameras and questions. You couldn’t even take a five minute walk without being ambushed.

You didn’t register anything the newscaster was saying, eyes glued to the displayed photo of you and Loki walking in the park the other day. You were staring up at him as he gazed down at you, his jacket dwarfing your smaller frame. His hand was on your back as you both walked back to the car. They made sure to choose the photo that supported their story as much as possible, seeming as if they had caught a very intimate moment between you two. It was hard to say whether the photo had been edited or if it was simply one of those rare, perfectly-timed shots.

As you scrutinized the photo more, there was a tiny wisp of a thought in the back of your mind that you didn’t really want to entertain. Maybe the photo wasn’t exaggerated at all, and even though the media was lying, your intense gazes and the almost nonexistent space between you made it hard to believe your relationship wasn’t deeper than you were claiming it to be.

Whether you both noticed or not, it appeared that you and Loki were giving off the impression of being a couple to those around you. Or at least to the public.

Your close friendship was enough to send people into a frenzy, and they were turning it into something more than it really was.

Your brows furrowed when the television screen suddenly went black. You turned to see Loki standing a few feet away with the remote in his hand. He sat it down on the coffee table before taking a seat next to you.

“I don’t believe it’s wise for you to be torturing yourself with this foolishness,” he said.

You groaned in frustration, running a hand over your face. “I know, I know, but I can’t help it. I just can’t wrap my head around how all of this happened.”

“Perhaps you do not need to put any more thought into it. It is obvious to me that this city is not ran by the most intelligent of your species. The statement about your involvement with Rogers is completely false. These people are absolute idiots.”

“Yeah, you’re right about that at least. I don’t know how the media is in Asgard but I hope it’s nothing like this.” You commented, leaning back on the sofa cushions, face twisting into an amused expression.

“I mean, think about it. Why would anyone believe you would ever want to date someone like me? That’s really the most ridiculous part about this entire situation.”

It was true. Never in your life had you deluded yourself into thinking a literal Norse god from a different planet would be attracted to you out of everyone he’d met before. You could only imagine the long line of beautiful Asgardian goddesses that were patiently awaiting his return.

Glancing back at Loki, you anticipated his signature smirk, or for him to be joining in on your laughter at the ridiculousness of the situation and in agreement with your take.

There was no laughter, no smirk—his expression was devoid of amusement. Strangely, he appeared taken aback, dark brows knit and his gaze sharp and unexpectedly serious.

“What?” You asked. “Did I say something wrong?”

“No,” He muttered, glancing away with a thoughtful frown. “Not exactly.”

He didn’t elaborate more, but by the troubled look in his eyes, you got the hint that he probably didn’t want to speak more about it at the moment. 

You blinked, slowly looking away from him in silence, feeling largely confused about his sudden mood change. All you said was the obvious so you did not understand why he seemed to be thrown off guard by it. He didn’t even provide an offensive, but ridiculously clever, quip at your expense. 

It was unusual.

You found yourself thinking about it on and off throughout the rest of the day but it soon left your mind when you got caught up in the busyness of the week. The days flew by before you could blink.

One thing about living in the Avengers Tower was that there was always something going on. Boredom didn’t exist there. 

Between keeping up with your coursework, lab work, and everything else, your schedule was packed and you were pretty worn out by the end of each day. Another thing you didn’t have any trouble with these days was lack of sleep, though when you awoke in the morning, your body still felt like it was hit by a semi-truck. 

You knew you had to do something about your lack of energy and physical weakness. There was no way you’d last at the rate you were going with the amount of dizziness and fatigue you were experiencing on a daily basis. You put up a pretty convincing front around others, but you knew it was only time before you started to show more symptoms you couldn’t hide anymore.

The fact that you had gotten sick in front of Loki the other day raised some serious alarm bells within you. Dr. Cho did her best to handle your care, and you meant that with full honesty and appreciation. You most likely wouldn’t still be walking around if it wasn’t for her extreme intelligence and quick remedies. However, she was not able to give you what you really wanted at the moment.

Though Dr. Cho was obligated to keep full doctor-patient confidentiality between you two, she didn’t hesitate to make it known at every chance she had that she didn’t think it was a good idea to continue to hide your illness from everyone else. She always made that clear to you, but you also knew she wasn’t going to put you at risk by allowing you to try any experimental treatments either. 

Nothing was stopping you from seeking out another doctor who would be open to providing you access to beta-tested treatments or medications with higher risks, but there was no one else you would be able to trust more than Dr. Cho. Even if you wanted to, you didn’t have the resources or knowledge about the right people to go to. 

Then of all people, Kayla found you having some trouble in one of the women’s bathrooms at school one day.

Against everyone’s wishes, you had braved it out enough to go back to school in person. To say that was a bad idea was a huge understatement.

The looks that were shot your way from your fellow classmates, and even complete strangers, ranged from awe to confusion, and all the way to downright disgust. Even some of your professors seemed to look at you differently now. No one had been brave enough to say anything to your face but you caught numerous camera flashes being aimed your way. 

The attention made you sick to your stomach. You were in such a hurry to get to the toilet that you forgot to lock the stall door, and to just your luck, Kayla accidentally walked in the middle of you vomiting your guts out.

“Hey, is everything okay in th- oh my god!”

You yelped in surprise, peeking over your shoulder as you covered your mouth.

She was kind enough to help you up, quickly ushering you to the sink and grabbing a few paper towels before handing them to you.

You gratefully took them, wiping your mouth before thoroughly rinsing it out with warm water from the sink. 

“Are you pregnant?!” She exclaimed, blue eyes wide as saucers. 

You took a few much needed breaths before answering her question.

“No, I am certainly not pregnant.” you grimaced.

Her shoulders dropped in relief. “Thank god, because you would have owed me a hell of an explanation if you were. Did you just eat something bad?”

“Yeah, something like that.” You half answered, attempting to throw her off your scent. You weren’t ready to have yet another person find out about your illness. Wanda was still pissed at you for hiding it but by some miracle, she continued to stay silent about it like you had practically begged her to. 

Kayla on the other hand was not known for keeping secrets. 

“Oh, well let me know what I can do to help. You don’t look so good so I’m guessing you should probably get out of here sooner than later. Do you want me to drive you home?”

You weren’t exactly opposed to the idea of going home with Kayla. You wished you could call Lana instead and ask her, but she was knee deep in her own work and responsibilities so you didn’t want to interrupt or distract her. 

“Yes, that’s probably a good idea. Thank you.”

You followed her to her jeep, you both taking the route to the parking garage that was out of the way to avoid any more unnecessary harassment. You took that time to catch up since you hadn’t seen her in a while. Unfortunately for you, all she seemed to want to discuss were the latest news headlines.

“I’m telling you, I almost choked on my matcha latte when I saw you were on the news.” She chuckled.

You shook your head with a sigh. “The media is bored right now and needed someone new to torment, it just so happened to be me yet again. They only care about me since I’m so close to the Avengers. I just hate that they also dragged Loki into this as well.”

“Yeah, it is super crazy that they would even think that you’re dating him. I immediately knew it wasn’t true. I mean, why would he decide to go for you out of all people? That wouldn’t make any sense.” She laughed, pulling out her keys to unlock the doors to her jeep. “If he were interested in anyone he would probably go for someone with more of a status since he’s a prince and all, don’t you think?”

You paused, blinking in mild surprise. As blunt as her words were, you had to admit you agreed with her. It was almost exactly what you had said to Loki, but it seemed much harsher coming from Kayla’s mouth.

“Yeah… right. I didn’t know that you knew that Loki was a prince.”

“Oh, of course I do, silly!” She opened the door to the driver’s seat. “Right after I met him I immediately went online and researched every single thing about that man, and I have to say he’s kind of hot.” She smirked. “If only I were lucky enough to have dating rumors spread about me being with him. I’d certainly turn it into a real thing. I already told you, if he’s not taken then I’ll happily fill that role.”

Something deep within you despised the idea of Kayla thinking she had a chance with Loki, and it wasn’t just because he absolutely hated her. There was a feeling you couldn’t exactly describe that made your chest feel tight with pressure. 

“I-I don’t know about that.” You hesitated. “I don’t think that Loki’s looking for a girlfriend anytime soon. Eventually, he’s going to return to Asgard. That's really his main focus while he’s here.”

Kayla shrugged. “Doesn’t mean he can’t have any fun while he’s still here if you know what I mean. Plus, him being with someone else could possibly take some of the heat off of you. That way, everyone’s happy.” 

The wink she sent you had your stomach turning, and you quickly hopped into the passenger’s seat, ready to get home already. In your hurry, you clumsily dropped your backpack on the floor, hearing something tumble out of it and roll under the seat. Not realizing your bag was open you zipped it up and searched around for the missing item.

“Here, I think I see it,” Kayla said. She reached behind your seat and grabbed the item before pausing, a slow frown spreading on her face.

“What’s wrong?” You asked. It’s not like she of all people would be offended if it was something like a tampon.

Slowly, she brought the item into view and your face fell. It was a bottle of the most recent medication Dr. Cho had prescribed you to aid with your symptoms.

“Is this what I think it is?” She asked, looking between you and the bottle.

You quickly snatched it out of her hand and threw it into your bag.

“It’s nothing really. Just something I’ve been taking for my stomach ache.”

Her gaze narrowed, suspicion drawing upon her features.

“That’s not just for any stomach ache and both you and I know it. You want to tell me what’s actually going on?”

You quieted, looking down at your hands and she continued with a less accusing tone this time.

“I’ve seen the type of patients that get prescribed these drugs, and they all usually have something in common.”

“I..” you sighed, not really knowing what to say to her. You felt like you were caught red-handed, yet again, and this time it was because of your own clumsiness. She didn’t even have to look inside of your head to get it out of you. 

You decided to give in and tell her the truth. One thing about Kayla was that she was relentless when it came to getting the information she wanted and lying to her would only make the situation worse. You didn’t need another person pissed at you because of this.

“Yes… I um... I’m sick.” You whispered.

“How sick?” 

You swallowed hard. “I was recently diagnosed with cancer. Leukemia to be exact.”

Her breath hitched, and she looked genuinely worried for you.

“What? No...” She looked away frowning down at the excessively bedazzled steering wheel. “When.. How did this happen?”

“I don’t know. It could just be genetic.” You shrugged sadly. “I don’t really have that many people in my real family, and the ones I do have I don’t know very well. My mom died prematurely and my dad seems to be doing just fine. So… maybe I’m just an anomaly.”

“That’s insane. I’m so sorry this is happening to you. I like… don’t even know what to say.” She admitted. “Does your dad know?”

“God no.” You said exasperatedly. “He’s busy building his new life in another country. The last thing he needs to hear is that his only child was diagnosed with cancer before she even graduated college.” You placed a hand on your forehead, feeling stressed out to the max. “What can he do, anyway? The last thing I want him to do is feel obligated to move back here. I think he’s happier where is now, and I’m also happy with how my life is. We’re both in better places than we were before and I want to keep it that way.”

“Yeah, I understand that,” she agreed. “This is about you since you’re dealing with it, so you have the right to tell or not tell anyone you want. You come first, so don’t think I’m upset with you for keeping this from me, because I’m not. I totally understand. I honestly have no clue what I’d do if I was in your situation.”

You smiled at her. “Thanks, Kayla. That means a lot.” It truly did. You were glad she understood that this was something you wanted to keep close to you. Because of that, you began to open up more to her about everything that’s been going on concerning your illness, including your current predicament with Dr. Cho.

You sat in the car for what seemed like hours, and it probably was. The more you explained your symptoms, the more her expression grew serious with thought

“I don’t know if I told you before but my uncle has a medical practice in Long Island and it’s a really good one.” She added. “He has a facility that specializes in cancer research and may have more access to treatments that can help you. I’m sure Dr. Cho doesn’t have the current bandwidth to do that for you. Would you be interested in having a consultation with him?”

“Oh. Yeah sure.” You agreed in mild surprise. You weren’t familiar with her uncle, but if she believed he could improve your health, it was worth considering. “That would be great.”

“Okay! I’ll set up a meeting between you two sometime next week. Though my parents will probably want to be there as well. I know you don’t want anyone else to know but they’re kind of funding his research facility so they need to be involved.”

You didn’t know how to feel about her parents getting involved with your cancer treatments. It wasn’t exactly ideal.

“And if you’re worried about them saying anything to Tony, they won’t. I swear.” She promised, finally starting her car. “He doesn’t need to know everything that goes on. He thinks he does,” she snorted. “But he doesn’t know the half of it.”

She was right. You loved Tony like family, but knowing how much he tended to overreact to the smallest of situations, there was no way you were revealing this information to him anytime soon. He would probably just make things worse. You could forget leaving the tower altogether or continuing your work with Loki. He would probably ban you from working in the lab as well with all the various chemicals you were being exposed to.

Dr. Cho had ruled out all of those things a while ago, so none of those activities were contributing to your sickness but they did require a lot of energy to do. Energy was what you needed the most.

You needed the energy, you needed the vitality. You needed to appear and feel healthy even if you weren’t exactly one hundred percent well. That’s the only way you could fight this disease.

You agreed to meet with her uncle. You had doubts that he could solve anything or do much more than Dr. Cho, but you couldn’t go down without trying absolutely everything. You would do everything in your power to make sure you stayed healthy for as long as possible. Loki depended on you.

Later that evening, you were sprawled on your bed, legs in the air, while talking to Lana on the phone.

You wouldn’t normally be in your room before ten but you had a lot on your mind and had to speak to someone about it. 

“I don’t know how I’m going to continue doing this. I can’t even show my face at school without my classmates throwing me dirty looks.” You sighed out in frustration. “It’s like everyone’s attention is suddenly on me, and for what? A stupid rumor that’s not even true? Even if it was, it shouldn’t matter who I’m dating. Oh–and they still think I’m in a relationship with Steve at the same time. How in the hell would I be double-timing an Avenger and an Asgardian prince? Do they think I’m the queen or something? I don’t know if everyone else is aware of this but we don’t have royalty here in the States.”

If it was anyone else, you were sure they’d be long tired of your complaining and moping, but Lana continued to listen on, providing supportive commentary here and there as you went on.

You continued to blab on about the current messy state of your life to Lana’s welcoming ears, migrating from your bedroom and into the small living room. You walked past the large window, watching as small water droplets began to hit the glass. The brewing storm that was bound to happen at any time seemed to match your current mood. Gloomy and dark.

“I’m truly considering if I should just finish this semester at home. Being remote won’t be too bad. It may be best for everyone if I just didn’t show my face in public ever again.”

“I completely understand, girl. I would feel the exact same way. I’m sorry this is happening to you, but you can’t let them get to you.” She expressed. “You can’t let them send you into hiding. Who cares what they think? Hell, if I were you I would be flattered that people thought I could pull both Captain America and the god of mischief. They’re like the total opposite of each other, and that means you have range! I’d wear it like a badge of honor. They’re just jealous foreal.”

You couldn’t help but laugh. The situation wasn’t as glamorous as she was making it out to be but you knew she was just trying to lighten the mood. She had a knack for knowing what to say to get you to feel better. It was a talent.

“Yolo, right? You only have one life, so you can’t let what these randos are saying get to you. So get out there and live! Show them how much you don’t care what they’re saying about you. The more you show how unphased you are, they will eventually get bored and find some other unsuspecting victim to torment.”

You thought about her words, a newfound sense of pride running through your body. You realized that she was right. Here you were, sulking in your bedroom like a helpless victim when you could be out there living your life like normal. You couldn’t allow other people to dictate what you should and shouldn’t be doing, or let their opinions of you slow you down.

It may have taken a lot longer than you wanted to to come to this realization but you were glad to have such great friends. Though you had lost some trust in Kayla because of her brother, Jacob was no longer around, and her recent show of genuine care for you and your wellbeing made you feel as if she was a better friend than you thought she was. Everyone made mistakes, and you needed to cut her some slack.

She also was willing to help you find new treatments through her family’s business. The possibility of finding something that would improve your quality of life, as well as your boost in mood from Lana’s words of encouragement made you feel powerful.

So you decided to do something a bit spontaneous.

When Loki opened the door to his suite, he was surprised to see you standing there in a long raincoat and boots, holding two large umbrellas and grinning brightly.

His eyes were narrowed as he eyed you carefully.

“Please do not tell me you’re planning on going out in that dreadful weather?”

“Nope,” you chirped, shaking your head. “We are going out in that dreadful weather together. Now go put on something warm before it gets worse out there.”

He didn’t look too thrilled about that, jaw dropping as he stared at you incredulously. “You have to be joking.” 

“No sir, I am not. It’ll be fun, I promise! Plus, the benefit of the rain means there’s likely to be little to no press camped outside right now.” You urged. “Will you come with me, please?”

You weren’t one to use pity to get him to agree with your plans, but you couldn’t say it didn’t work whenever you did.

You failed to suppress your excitement when he reluctantly agreed to venture out in the dreary weather with you. 

“Fine, but do not expect this to be more than a one-time occurrence.” He grumbled, unable to hide the soft curl of a smile at the corner of his mouth.

As soon as you both stepped outside, you began to question if it really was a good idea to be out there. The sky had darkened significantly, hanging heavily with thick ominous clouds, and the rain was pouring down harder by the minute.

You stared at the dense sheets of water that fell from the sky while you stood under the tower’s overhang with Loki standing beside you. 

“So… this is a lot worse than I thought.” you dragged out with uncertainty. “I think you’re right, maybe we should do this tomorrow.”

You started to back away, ready to head back into the building and figure something else out, but Loki wasn’t having that.

“Oh, no you don’t.” 

He grabbed your arm, pulling you back towards the sidewalk. “You dragged me out of the comfort of my own space to venture out here, so we’re doing it.”

“But-”

“No rebuttals. This is what you wanted, right?” He tutted.

You were prepared to argue with him for however long it took, determined to not step one foot into the flooded path before you, but didn’t get the chance because you were suddenly pushed from under the shelter and into the pouring cold rain. Without your umbrella.

The shriek you let out was loud enough to scare any nearby people away.

“Loki!”

The large grin that was plastered on his face made you even more heated. 

“This isn’t funny!” you exclaimed, water dripping from your hair as you stood getting absolutely soaked in the rain. “I wasn’t ready!”

He paused in his laughter long enough to make a teasing remark at your expense. “I’m afraid you are now.”

“You think this is funny?” You hissed, watching him double over in laughter, still dry as can be as he lingered safely under the building’s overhang. “Let’s see how you like it.”

Determined to share the wetness of your rain-soaked figure with him, you advanced toward him, ready to pull him into an uncomfortable hug—but before you could do so, he disappeared right before your eyes.

You halted, letting out a confused sound. When you heard the familiar tone of Loki’s laughter you whipped your head to the side, seeing him standing a few feet away from you, still underneath the safety of the overhang.

You were about to ask how he had done that so fast, but quickly closed your mouth when you realized he was using his seidr.

“No fair! That’s cheating.” 

“Is it now?” He smirked.

You stood there glaring at him, plaguing your mind to come up with the best way to get past his magic. There weren’t many viable options, so you played the worst card of them all to get him within reaching distance.

Wrapping your arms around your body, you began to shiver, teeth chattering loudly. “I-If you ch-cheat that means…”

You cut yourself off, feigning a cough as if you were getting ill from the cold. “T-that means-.”

He was near you in an instant, features no longer displaying arrogance, but severe concern for you instead. It almost made you feel bad. Almost.

“What was I thinking? I should not have done that to you.” He pulled you close, waving a hand over your form. You blinked when you realized you were no longer wet. He had dried you completely.

“I am so sorry, Dove. Let’s get you inside before your chill worsens.”

You shook your head. “N-no I don’t w-want to.”

He frowned, tilting his head at you in bewilderment and that was your queue.

“I was trying to say that if you cheat,” your lips curved into a devious smile. “That means that I can too.”

Knowing it wasn’t going to be easy, you used all the strength in your body to force Loki from under the overhang.

To say he was shocked wouldn't even come close to capturing the utterly stupefied look on his face as he stood there, rigid and drenched by the rain. It was your turn to double over with laughter, having never seen him so completely caught off guard.

“You should see the look on your face!” you taunted, giggling madly. 

Slowly, he turned to you, eyes gleaming with a cold, calculating intensity. His usual calm, soft demeanor towards you was gone and it sent a chill up your spine.

“You little minx,” he growled ominously. “You are going to wish you’d never done that.”

Your eyes widened, and when he took a step towards you, you darted in the opposite direction, heading back out into the rain without much thought. The work that he did to dry you off had been completely undone as you ran through the heavy rainfall.

You could hear the sound of his rapid footsteps close behind you. He was right on your tail. Trying to think fast you took a sharp left into an alley, hoping to catch him off guard. You witness him run past without seeing you and you let out a large breath, wiping the water from your face and backing into the side of the building. 

Except, there was something else behind you. Someone else. Long, sinewy arms wrapped around your frame, and your sharp gasp was covered by a large hand.

His tone was silky as he leaned down to whisper into your ear. “Did you truly think it would be that easy?” 

You blinked, feeling mixed emotions of fear and something else you couldn’t really describe crawling up your spine. Something much different than usual.

He spun you around swiftly, pressing your back against the side of the building as his body crowded yours, his hands braced against the wall. 

You were both still breathing pretty heavily from the chase, but you wouldn’t let him think he won this one. The adrenaline in your body had you behaving in an unusual way.

“How dare you use those abysmal tactics to manipulate me? That was extremely deceptive of you. Though, I must admit it did take me by surprise. I’m impressed.”

“What can I say? I’ve learned from the best.” You stated cheekily, staring up at him in defiance. “Regardless, you’re the one who started this. I just finished it.”

“That is not what it looks like, at least not from my perspective,” he teased. 

“Of course, you’d think that. Now let me go so I can go inside and get dried. I feel like a soaked mess and I probably look even worse.”

His face softened at your words, an indiscernible expression crossing his face. A familiar one you had seen a few days before.

“What’s wrong?” you asked a worried frown of your own forming on your face.

He paused for a moment, his eyes tracing your features closely, following the path of the water droplets sliding down your cheek before he finally spoke.

“Would it truly be so unorthodox?” He breathed out.

“What exactly?”

He licked his lips before his eyes met yours again. “Would it truly be that absurd to believe that I would want you?”

You froze, your breath leaving your body as you took in his words. Eyes darting around in every direction, you tried to come up with an answer or a clever comeback, really anything that would suffice. But you were completely lost for words.

“Perhaps you are not truly hearing me when I speak about you, or do you not realize how beautiful you are, inside and out?”

You drew a quick, shallow breath, wide eyes meeting his intense green ones again. 

“It pains me to hear you speak of yourself so poorly as if you wouldn’t be worthy of me when it is the exact opposite, in fact.”

“Loki…”

“Any man would be lucky to have you regardless of your status or species. Anyone would jump at the chance to be with such an amazing woman, to call you theirs.”

He leaned down, face slowly inching closer to yours. “If only you could see how much of a gift you are, Gersemi.”

Your breath came faster, a lightheaded feeling creeping in as you held the gaze of the god before you. Each word he spoke, revealing exactly what he thought of you, left you reeling.

It felt like too much all at once, yet you couldn’t shake the feeling that this was what you’d wanted all along—even if you hadn’t realized it before, even if you’d refused to acknowledge it before

Your gaze drifted to his lips as your body instinctively leaned closer to his. When you looked back into his darkened eyes, a nervous expression crossed your face. It seemed to have the opposite effect you intended—he blinked, as though snapping himself out of a trance, and took a step back.

You swallowed heavily before letting out a long breath. You didn’t know if it was from relief or disappointment. Maybe a mix of both.

With a faint frown, Loki cleared his throat and glanced down at his shoes. ”We should get inside before you end up catching a cold,” he remarked quietly.

“Y-yeah.” you stammered, “I think you’re right.”

Then suddenly the rain stopped. You looked above you, seeing that it was raining around you, but not on you anymore. You looked at him questioningly.

“Wait, you’re telling me you could do this the whole time?” 

“Of course.” You felt your shoulders relax when his signature smirk appeared on his face. “But what fun would that have been?”

When you both arrived back at the tower you went your separate ways. You headed straight for your room to take a much needed long, hot shower. Your thoughts ran wild from your recent interaction with Loki in the alley outside. The things he said and how he said them had you shivering under the warm spray of the shower. It was as if he introduced something to you that had never crossed your mind. The fact that he seemed to already have come to that conclusion and you were just now catching up had you questioning how long he felt that way about you.

You were probably blowing it out of proportion. It was not like he confessed his undying love or desire for you, but it was sort of adjacent to that. You’re not exactly sure what it was, or if it was going to happen again. What you did know was that you needed some time and space to clear your head before you were ready to speak to him again.

When you exited the bathroom, you heard the familiar chirp of your phone. Picking it up, you saw it was a text from Tony.

Come down to my office, I have a surprise for you. Oh– and bring Loki too.

You frowned, wondering what kind of ‘surprise’ Tony had in store for you and what he was up to. You replied to him saying you’d be there in a few minutes and got dressed. You weren’t sure if Loki was ready to see you so soon either, but it had to be done.

You both walked to Tony’s office in complete silence. It wasn’t exactly awkward or uncomfortable, but it wasn’t normal either.

“Kid, Reindeer Games, come on in!” Tony called out cheerfully as you and Loki stepped into his office. “There’s someone that I want you to meet.”

You were surprised to find Steve sitting in one of the chairs in front of Tony’s desk. He turned to you, sending you a reassuring smile.

You almost didn’t notice the other person in the chair beside him–someone unfamiliar.

She was a brunette, and a very tall by the looks of it. You confirmed this when she stood up, smoothing down her dress before reaching a hand out to you. 

“This is Sarah. If things go well, she’ll be working with us for a while so please give her a warm welcome.”

“Oh, that’s great!” You said, shaking her hand with a grin. “What department will she be working in?” You couldn’t tell by the way she was dressed. She looked as if she should be walking in a Victoria's Secret fashion show by how gorgeous she was.

“Let’s just say she’ll be working very closely with you and Loki,” Tony smirked. “Especially Loki.”

You didn’t understand what he meant by that, not until you saw her shaking Loki’s hand, a wide grin spread across her pretty face.

“Nice to meet you both.” She said, “I’m Loki’s new girlfriend.”

**𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘳𝘵**: 𝘐 𝘸𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘍&𝘊 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘪 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘪𝘴 𝘫𝘦𝘴𝘶𝘴 𝘤𝘩𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘵. 𝘐’𝘮 𝘴𝘰 𝘨𝘭𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘮𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭 𝘦𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘦𝘭𝘴𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥. 𝘏𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳…. 𝘐’𝘮 𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘋𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘓𝘰𝘬𝘪’𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘵’𝘴 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘤𝘶𝘵𝘦. 𝘐𝘵’𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘪’𝘮 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘪𝘤 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘺𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘴 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘰 𝘪𝘵’𝘴 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘤𝘰𝘰𝘭. 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘯’𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘪 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘵 𝘴𝘰 𝘪𝘵 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳.  𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘐 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘤𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘺𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘪𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘦 𝘮𝘺𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘪𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳. 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘪𝘤 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘰 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘣𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘴 𝘐 𝘨𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘢 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘥–𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘮𝘦, 𝘐 𝘢𝘮. 𝘈𝘯𝘺𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘐 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘶𝘺𝘴 𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘰𝘺𝘦𝘥. 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯’𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘹𝘵 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳. 𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘳𝘢𝘮𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘶𝘱 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 (𝘐’𝘮 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘭). 𝘗𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴, 𝘪 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘴𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩. 💚🥰 𝘗.𝘴. 𝘮𝘺 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘎𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘮𝘪 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘴 “𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴” 𝘣𝘵𝘸 🤭

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[justabrick]

A place where I can be without remorse...

You know, I've read many a discussion about MGR and occasionally polls pop up that aim to rank the bosses from least evil to most evil. And somehow Mistral frequently ends up in some kind of "misunderstood" or "lied to" category.

I have a couple strong opinions on that view.

I'll start this off with a weird thing – the dwarf Gekko.

Little recon focused UGs that follow Mistral everywhere. Here are some fun facts about them: - they vocalize in high-pitched tone that can be interpreted as childish and cute - when the player gets hit by Mistral, the Dwarf Gekko will either applaud Mistral or laugh at Raiden - in the section where you get to play as one you can applaud the other dwarf Gekko and they'll dance with you - chopping off the upper arm of a Dwarf Gekko in blade mode will result in it briefly pausing in confusion as it searches for its missing limb - Courtney thinks they're cute and compares them to little mice

- there are cute figurines of them made as merch - a lot of fanart features them in adorable chibi forms - they react to pain by wailing and screaming

So, they're little critters, right? They're cute, make cute noises, they display surprising degree of emotion through both sounds and gestures for a military UG. Like little monkeys, or mice, as Courtney put it.

Now how does Mistral treat them? Her pre-bossfight cutscene: Comforts the tripod that Raiden hurt, even holds it's hand tenderly.

To only moments later tear off it's arms and crush it as it wiggles around and squeks in pain.

Comforts something -> hurts it, keep this dynamic in mind for later.

And throughout the fight she tosses them around, obviously killing them in the process. Courtney comments on that too:

You could say that it's all intimidation tactics to get under Raiden's skin, except we get to see Mistral in her downtime in Bladewolf DLC. Boy do I have a lot of details to highlight there.

The very first thing Bladewolf sees as he comes out of VR training

Yeah, that's a freshly killed tripod just laying there, fresh enough to be smoking and throwing sparks still. Remember that "NPC gekkos will dance with you" detail? Yeah, those things are seemingly programmed to be social, and she killed and displays the remains of one of their kin to her "chair". The gekkos composing her chair are constantly whining and moaning as they try to hold up her evidently immense weight. And I mean constantly, all the time she sits in that thing, they shake and make noises. That thing is NOT comfortable or practical on account of said noises, so the reason she does this instead of opting for just a chair is because she loves hurting things. I'll dare to say that she displays more moments of pointless cruelty on screen than Sundowner does, and it's an achievement.

Look at the poor thing on the left hugging itself and rolling around looking traumatized. It jumps up in fear the moment Mistral turns around, too.

She's also not just hurting them, she frequently displays mock "affection" towards them. She does it at two different points to the chair gekkos alone:

Here and here. Let's not forget holding the hand of the Gekko in the pre-fight cutscene.

It can be argued that she does it to Bladewolf in a similar manner, calling him endearing pet names while constantly mixing them with mockery, insults and threats. The whole "shake" scene follows it to an extent as well, Wolf is being tortured while being forced to engage in what should be a friendly and affectionate gesture.

Also note all the gekkos cheering her on and acting like they adore her as it transpires.

So, what we get from all these scenes is that Mistral enjoys hurting cute things she has under her control while constantly flip-flopping between giving them affection and torturing them. Besides that she's casually abusive to every single UG we see her interact with, whether physically or verbally.

Give affection to something that trusts you and depends on you and then hurt it, rinse repeat.

If you know what exactly this resembles, I'm really sorry, if you don't – I'd rather not shatter your hope in humanity. That'd be very dark. Instead I'll just go for slightly less dark.

Look, I'm not implying that this is the pattern of behavior that indicates somebody who enjoys torturing small animals...

I'm telling you in plain text that it's exactly what Mistral displays in overwhelming majority of her cutscenes. She's an unrepentant sadist, one that will take advantage of even allies, and she won't be quick about it either.

And it's not like she's lashing out due to some kind of trigger relating to her past, this crap is done just because she's enjoying it.

Desperado really is the one place she can be without remorse, surrounded by two equally cruel partners whose ideologies only encourage her to indulge in her horrible desires shamelessly and openly. One could even say that all three of them are broken to the point that they're all eternally strangers to any kind of normalcy.

It's not like she's fighting for Armstrong's ideals of mega freedom anyway. Out of the horse's mouth:

Belonging, purpose. That's all she wants, really. Armstrong gave her a fucked up little family she can relate to and some goal to share with them. What that goal is about isn't really all that important.

[maxdibert]

I find it curious that you say that about Snape when:

1. Barty Crouch, posing as Moody, physically and psychologically tortured his students.

2. He was the main culprit of Neville being traumatized for life, as he tortured his parents into insanity.

3. He’s a homicidal psychopath and Voldemort’s most loyal follower.

And if we talk about Pettigrew, don’t you think it’s a bit cynical to say we know almost nothing about him in canon? The guy betrayed his friends and sold them out to Voldemort. He got another friend imprisoned for 12 years and accused of mass murder. Later, he was a bootlicking sycophant to Voldemort. I think we know enough about both of them in canon to see they were pieces of trash.

It seems pretty simplistic to dislike Snape over trivial things like being an unpleasant teacher or insulting his friend during a moment of post-traumatic stress when the guy spent almost 20 years risking his life to take down Voldemort. Calling Lily a “mudblood” after James bullied Snape to the point of sexual assault is unforgivable, but selling your friends out to a genocidal maniac isn’t? Peter is a cute puppy, but Snape is unpleasant? How does that make sense?

And calling James and Severus rivals? Rivalry is when you and I compete to be the best in class, not when I, as a rich pure-blood kid, chase you down the hallways with my best friend and strip you in front of the school. It’s not rivalry when I and my friends hunt you down when you’re alone to torment you in a group. That’s not rivalry; that’s bullying.

Sorry, but it seems quite cynical to dislike Snape for things he did as an adult, especially when the adult Slytherins or Pettigrew you adore were a hundred times worse. Literally, without Snape, it would’ve been impossible for Harry to defeat Voldemort. The others were pure psychopaths. And if we’re talking about their teenage years? The guy was a bullying victim, mocked for being ugly and poor. Sorry, but looking favorably at his bullies, even at those who became homicidal maniacs and torturers, while condemning him has strong undertones of classism, victim-blaming, and body-shaming.

I couldn’t care less about fanon, especially the current Marauders fanon, which has turned them all into a bunch of clowns that seem ripped from a cheap Gen Z teen drama. Any resemblance to the real Marauders is purely coincidental because they have nothing to do with the canon characters. But don’t try to sell me the idea that Snape isn’t liked because of what he did as an adult to justify his ostracism in the fandom when you’re fans of characters who, as adults, were pure psychopaths. Snape might not have been the easiest or most likable person, but he was literally a key piece in saving the damn world. Without him, Harry would’ve died in his first year. In fact, he would’ve died before that because if Snape hadn’t asked Voldemort to spare Lily, she wouldn’t have had the chance to cast the ancient magic to protect Harry, which required Voldemort offering her a chance to live.

And honestly, if you don’t want to be called out, make sure those of us who are fans of Snape don’t see these kinds of posts because it’s a bit exhausting to constantly see him sidelined or banned from the fandom while pieces of trash like Wormtail are turned into adorable puppies.

"how can you like barty and evan but not snape?" "how can you like peter but not snape?" silly rosekiller and wormtail visions came to me in my sleep, and i simply didn't have such visions of snape. will update if i see him as a boykisser in my dreams and it alters the way i see him :)