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michelle-is-writing · 9 months ago

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Help, John Wick

Word Count: 2.8k~

Warnings: mention of gun fire, blood, injury, stitches

Working the evening shift sometimes proves to be a hassle, especially when I’m needed past midnight. On nights like these, I know as soon as I leave the hospital doors that I’m all alone in my somewhat safe city. The biggest issue in my city is the constant hidden dangers within it, as reported by the news many times. The attacks are always random, and the people are disguised, meaning no one can tell who is truly good or bad.

With the clock nearing 12:05, I’m finally able to clock out and head out of my hospital and to my car. On the way to my vehicle, I notice something weird about my driver side’s tires; they seem to be flat, but one has a knife stuck in it.

“What the…” my voice trails off as I look around my hospital’s parking lot, seeing maybe three or four other cars scattered throughout it. I’m already in a not-so-safe situation, and quite frankly, walking out alone late at night is not the best decision for someone like me to make.

Instead of risking my safety, I begin walking backwards to go back into the hospital before turning around, only to be knocked down on the ground by someone running into me from my left. As I fall with the person who rammed into me, my ears pick up distinct gunshots - something you hope to never hear when you’re leaving work late at night.

“Stay down!” A deep, gruff voice yells before the weight of the body on top of me is suddenly gone, and more gunshots ring out around me. Despite the pain from being slammed down, I still manage to shuffle away and get behind the bushes next to the pavement. It’s not the best cover, but it can at least help me figure out what the hell is going on right now.

Looking through the thick branches of leaves in front of me, I spot two people now revealed by the street lights as they shoot toward the entrance of the hospital. “Why would anyone shoot at a hospital?!” I find myself muttering before I jerk my head over to the doors. There stands a dark-haired man dressed in an all black suit, a pistol in his hands as well. Only two shots are fired from that pistol before all gunshots come to a stop, but before I have any time to process what has just happened, the man is running toward me. I’ve never seen him before, and he certainly doesn’t look like someone who could shoot two people in two clear shots. His face is even cast with concern as he nears the bushes I hide behind, a hand outreached for me.

“We need to go! Now!” He tells me, grabbing my hand before yanking me up from the ground and taking off. With his hand firmly gripping my hand, I’m left with no other choice but to run with him. Feeling my fight-or-flight instincts kick in, I recognize the rush of anxiety flowing through me as well as so much confusion. Why am I running with a man who just shot several men either wounded or dead? He’s obviously trying to help me, but who exactly is he trying to protect me from?

After running across the parking lot to a car parked in the shade, the man yells at me to get in, but as I near the passenger side door, I feel myself halt as time slowly passes around me. My body feels as if it’s stuck in honey, unable to move or do anything, and my mind doesn’t feel much better.

“Get in now!” The man yells one more time, fully snapping me out of my stupor and bringing my attention to the door handle of an older car as I open it before climbing in. Alongside me is the man falling into the driver's side, quickly turning the engine on before speeding out of the parking lot. Speeding lights pass all around me while my eyes fall to my arms and hands, a burning sensation taking over my limbs. My palms and elbows are scratched up from the fall, droplets of blood adorning the scrapes before leading down to the new holes on the knees of my scrub pants, crimson liquid beginning to show through there as well.

In this moment, as my brain now begins to process the oncoming stings and burns, I turn my head toward the man, finding him to be focusing every ounce of his attention on the road in front of us as he speeds way above the limit. “What just happened?” I ask him, my voice almost disturbing him from his focus as he slightly jolts in his seat. “What’s going on?”

He shakes his head, his long hair moving along with him as he seemingly ponders if he should answer my question or not. For a few seconds, he remains quiet before sighing and giving in. “It’s… hard to explain,” he starts, giving me a cautious glance before looking back at the road in front of him as he speeds through traffic. Between taking sharp turns and darting in between cars, I can’t help but grasp the door with all my might to keep me from going all over the place.

“A couple days ago, you treated a patient, a man who came in with a bullet wound directly below his heart,” The man explains, making me stare at him confused. I did have a patient come in with those exact issues, but he told us he was mugged and that’s why he was shot. Why would someone try to attack a mugging victim in the way they did?

“Well, the guy wasn’t exactly mugged, and the people who shot him thought you were helping out him and his… group,” he further adds, making my eyes widen in a mix of horror and confusion. “They didn't even know your name or anything about you and they still tried to put a hit on you, all because you helped him survive. He asked me to make sure nothing happened to you, said you were a sweet girl, and I promised him I would keep you safe,” he nods his head toward the road. “So, here we are.”

Despite his explanation definitely being… weird, I don’t question him any more about it, and instead, I ask him something else. “What’s your name?”

At my question, he gives me a wary glance before answering. “John,” he tells me, gaining a nod back from me.

“John, I think you got shot,” I inform him, my eyes falling to his bloody arm. It looks like the bullet either grazed or went completely through his arm, but nonetheless, it’s still bleeding like a gunshot wound.

John barely reacts, only nodding his head “I know,” he simply explains as if it were something simple and not a bullet wound. “I’ll take you somewhere safe until we know what the group is trying to achieve.”

His words barely register in my ears before I’m turning in my seat to shake my head at him. “No, no, we need to go to my apartment,” I urge him, and just as I expected, he begins to tell me it’s not safe. “But my dogs are there!” I quickly argue back, feeling my heart pound away in my chest.

In an instant, it’s like a flip in his head switches, and he gives me a small nod in response to my words. “Okay,” he simply mutters, “Show me how to get there.”

Arriving at my apartment, John parks the car way down my street before having us run up to my back gate and get in through there. By the looks of it, my apartment seems to be untouched, and after John does a quick run through, I’m able to let out a sigh of relief. I’ve witnessed a lot of crazy things tonight, and the fact that I have a man whom I just met in my house after being shot at is crazy. However, my dogs don’t seem to care about the crazy night I’ve had as they’re too busy trying to get John to pet them. In spite of what I witnessed him do earlier in the midst of gunfire, seeing him act like a complete teddy bear around my dogs practically makes my heart skip a beat.

“Sit down here, John,” I tell him, gesturing to stools by my counter as I wash my hands in the kitchen sink. “So I can stitch up your arm,” I add, drying the water from my hands before gathering the stuff I need from my medicine cabinet. He nods at my words before sitting and waiting patiently, now with my smallest dog in his lap. Beside him are my other dogs, all sitting beside him as if they were all best friends already.

Smiling at the sight, I look up from my dogs to meet his eyes, only to be greeted by his chocolate-like eyes already staring back into mine. However, I quickly look away and begin helping him take his coat off all the while remaining careful about the arm he got shot in. It’s only after I cut the arm of his sleeve off and begin gently cleaning the dried up blood off his arm that John speaks up. “Do you treat all your patients like this?” He asks, a small smile taking over his lips as the question falls from his mouth.

I find myself smiling back at him before moving onto clean the actual wound. “Only special ones,” I tell him, earning a small chuckle back from him despite me pressing gauze with alcohol against the bullet wound on his arm. I choose not to mention it, and instead point out all of my dogs’ sudden fondness for the man. “They really like you,” I point out before examining his wound. The bullet went through the very edge of his arm, avoiding his humerus or anything major. Despite it leaving a decent sized wound, it’s still a pretty easy fix, thankfully.

Telling John he’ll need stitches only gains a hum back from him. Even when I poke the needle through his skin and pull it through, he still fails to react, and instead, John speaks up with the same tone of voice he had earlier. “I love dogs,” John confesses, using his free hand to scratch the wrinkles on my pug’s forehead. “And they’re all so cute too,” he adds, once again, not showing any sign of pain as I finish suturing his arm.

“That’s a good thing, that you love dogs,” I tell him, dressing his arm before taping it. “It shows a lot about someone,” I add, watching as he watches me closely, yet softly. As time goes on, I anticipate his next words, but even now, he still doesn’t mention it.

“I’m sorry we met this way,” John’s apology takes me by surprise, causing me to look away from his arm and stare at him. “I wish this could’ve been under better circumstances,” he adds, a small sigh falling from his lips afterward. “You’re a truly wonderful person; you didn’t deserve to be a target tonight.”

Instead of agreeing with him, I sigh as well before smiling and speaking up. “If it weren’t for you, they would’ve shot me. Over something I haven’t the slightest clue on,” I point out to him, “I know there are things that go on in this city, and I never expected to be in the middle of it, but I am eternally grateful that you were there and able to save me tonight,” Taking his hand in mine, I maintain eye contact with him and squeeze his hand. “You saved my life tonight. Thank you.”

At my words, John smiles back and nods. “No problem, nurse (Y/n),” he tells me, his thumb gently running across the back of my hand. “Don’t worry, I’ll be here to do it again,” he adds, making my smile grow even more as his eyes never leave mine. I don’t doubt the mysterious stranger will hold true to his word, but at the same time, I want to learn more about the man outside of saving me from the city’s dangers.

“And I’ll be here to patch you up again,” I tell him back, giving his hand a quick squeeze before turning to put away all of my medical supplies. “In the meantime,” I start, glancing between him and my kit as my dogs take the opportunity to swarm him. “Would you mind explaining to me a little bit about what exactly goes on in this city?”

John doesn’t respond right away, and instead, he chooses to stand up beside me in spite of the protests from his new furry friends. Putting away the rolled gauze and cotton balls, I look over at him as he appears beside me, only to earn another small smile from him like before. “Too much for one night,” he tells me, placing a gentle hand on my arm as if to stop me from messing with my medical supplies. “For right now, you need to sleep. You’ve had a long day,” he points out. “If you don’t mind, I’d like to make sure you continue to stay safe for the night. Is it alright if I stay here?”

Seeing him gesture toward my living room where all of my dogs sit and eagerly wait for him to join them on the couch makes a small laugh leave my lips. If it weren’t for him saving my life and my dogs being so trusting of him, then I probably wouldn’t be as confident as I am with letting him stay. “Actually, I would prefer that,” I tell him, before nodding at the couch behind him. “Although I don’t think you’ll be alone, unfortunately.”

Just as I say that, all the dogs run over to us and stare up at him, causing John to look down at my dogs with a smile before his expression changes into one of concern. “You need to be bandaged as well,” He tells me, causing me to look down and see my busted up knees once more, reminding me off the dull pain currently shooting from them. “Let me do it,” he further adds before gently pushing me to sit back on the stool just like I had done with him.

“I can handle them, it’s okay,” I tell him with a chuckle. “I’ve handled much worse on myself.”

Despite my words, John doesn’t respond to me, and instead, he opens my med kit back up and begins taking out the same kind of supplies I used on him, all except for the sterilized needle and string thankfully. He doesn’t argue with me on me taking care of myself, but he acts as if I hadn’t said anything to him either.

Strangely, I allow him to take care of my wounds without interrupting him, settling for watching him instead. It’s only when he moves onto rolling my scrub pants above my knees that I find myself regretting my decision. His touch is seemingly nothing more than that of someone who cares, but I can’t help but feel the small degree of intimacy in the moment. I can’t decide if it’s his slightly rough, yet gentle hands grazing my skin or just the close proximity of him on his knees in front of me, but my mind is scrambled right now.

“Told you I’d keep you safe, right?” I hear him say, bringing me out of my stupor and down to him once again. His eyes remain on his task at hand, being careful as ever while cleaning my wounds. Instead of responding, I smile and simply nod back at him, relaxing a little as I do so. He seems to pick up on this, a soft, small smile making its way onto his face as well as he moves onto bandaging the now clean scrapes and cuts.

Once again, I feel his hands touch my skin with gentleness and care, but at the same time, I can’t help but revel in the sensualness of it as well. It doesn’t help that there are times that his touch lingers more than necessary and the smile on his face still has yet to die down. I can’t help but feel bad for the thoughts currently flowing through my mind, but a part of me likes the idea of him staying with me - minus the reason why, of course. Another part of me hopes this isn’t just a one time thing either.

#john wick #john wick x reader #john wick x you #john wick imagine #John wick imagines #john wick fanfic #john wick x y/n #keanu reeves #Keanu reeves x reader #keanu reeves imagine #Keanu reeves imagines #keanu reeves fanfic #john wick chapter 4 #john wick 4 #keanu #keanuverse

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uwupissarozzieuwu · 1 year ago

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Random (long lol) idea: After Fizz and Ozzie start more officially dating but kinda earlier on still of it being a solid thing Fizz ends up unexpectedly having a kind of worse than normal accident either at night right before they're about to go to bed or at some wacky wee (haha) hours of the morning and yeah Ozzie's seen it before, he's honestly seen him worse, but it's the first bad time since they were dating. And honestly it's nbd to Ozzie, he feels kinda bad for Fizz but like y'know things be like that but for Fizz, once he gets over the initial burst of anxiety when he can't make it and Ozzie sees him, it soon ends up being an oddly reassuring experience because of just how mundane it is with Ozzie starting a load of laundry while Fizz washes up a bit and he gives him a hoodie that shrunk down in the wash (that's still way large on Fizz) and that's really kinda it.

Ozzie's probably the first non fully casual relationship Fizz has let himself have since Blitz, who, while he is genuinely trying to improve now, I personally picture as having (unintentionally) been a really bad partner to Fizz even aside from causing the accident and Fizz having a lot of unrealized baggage about some things from it that Blitz would point out or complain about while they were together (like the effects of his intersex condition, the chronic pain from his hypermobility, his panic attacks, and at the end stages of their relationship the way his body was changed by the accident) and to contrast those unwarranted reactions of disgust and belittlement with Ozzie's supportive neutrality in the face of yet another inconvenient accident - idk I just think it could have a sort of quiet beauty about it lol

YESSSSSSSSSSSSSS AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH I love this so much!!!!!

poor Fizz… he had gotten really defensive after his accident, kind of snapping at Ozzie, because he was so sad and embarrassed. But he stops when Ozzie’s… really nice. And not like, overbearingly nice. Just casual and calm and caring. This is the first time Fizz has ever gotten that kind of reaction to a bad accident, and really, the kindest anyone’s been to him.

he comes out of the shower, and when Ozzie hands him the too-big sweater, Fizz just cries and hugs him so tight. He feels so loved right now ;-;

#helluva boss #fizzarolli #intersex fizz #fizzarozzie #asmodeus #fizzmodeus #asmodeus x fizzarolli #ozzie #helluva boss asmodeus #helluva boss ozzie #the pissarolli blog

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robinnygrenart · 5 months ago

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I didn’t feel very good in high school. Or life. Childhood. At all. There was a lot of negativity. I didn’t feel I belonged in my family and friends who I thought were ride or die had all just abandoned me as our class swished schools to fit in with the new popular kids and that meant, not to get seen talking to me. Any time someone in my class spoke to me were either to speak down to me or just hit my head into a wall. And well, I lived at a child care I guess is the closest translation so it's easy to feel abandoned by your relatives and you tell yourself your place there isn’t more than an income for your carers.

I felt useless. Absolutely 150% worthless. Waste of space and oxygen. If you think you can imagine that, you can’t. You have to experience it and not everyone makes it out of that journey alive. I kinda just dragged my lifeless body throughout childhood, telling myself “just one more day”, trying to find something to live for. Marvel-releases were kind of small milestones to strive for but lacked any real meaning, so now you know why I draw so much Marvel.

I didn’t talk much to my new class in high school as well, my friends I have known since kindergarten didn’t value me more than popularity, why would this new class?

So strangely enough, I find myself in a group chat with some other selected classmates one night and have to leave the conversation because of a sudden anxiety attack where, to my surprise, I get a notification.

One of the other classmates had noticed I stopped talking and reached out privately, asking how I was doing. And in my entire “emo-phase”, nobody had ever asked me that before. Not really, not in a meaningful serious way other than the usual polite “it’s been so long, how are you, enough about that…”

That was the first real step into this random girl who I expected would leave my life after graduation becoming one of the most important people in my life and holding my hand in this new journey into the light at the end of the tunnel.

Tiny moment after moment, inviting me for milkshakes, sleepovers, watching Good Omens, bonding over horror films, this girl made me feel like I was more than a waste of space, that maybe I… could matter?

And from feeling absolutely nothing, that I mattered nothing, less than so, to just… be invited to stuff. That was huge. It’s indescribably huge.

I am now 22 and can seriously say that I’m much older than I ever expected to be and I am grateful for that every good and bad day.

All because of that single message that one night. That first step on a ladder she probably didn’t know I needed to climb.

Thank you.

Reach out to someone, you never know who might be needing it.

#artist on tumblr #mental health awareness #photoshop #digital art #depression #light in the darkness

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blondrichclosetwitch · 1 year ago

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Blond/Horse 1/8/17

I feel like...

I feel like she....attacked me.

Is this Nusch?

Hi.

I don't know what she did.

How did she even get in? Is it because I asked if she wanted to talk to me?

And so she thought she could talk to me through the pendulum. I don’t want her to talk to me that way.

I meant through the phone.

(groggy) What happened to me during the night?

(pause)

What happened?

My back hurts.

Did she attack me?

I don’t feel well today. I feel shook up.

My head. My neck. I feel like she took all my vulnerable....spots.

Is she.....is she psychologically....

this isn’t you. This isn’t you.

(sighs)

This is blond. (laughs disbelievingly)

Blond why are you attacking me?

Did you attack me last night?

Why?

I’m trying to help you.

All i want to do is help you.

I’m trying to clear our karma.

You have to stop hurting me.

I need peace, i can’t have any more pain.

(pleading) I don’t have any room for it. My body is so broken from the accident.

I don’t have room for you to do any more of this damage to me. You don’t understand (breaking down) i don’t have the space to have bad nights like this. Whenever i have a bad tight, it’s like (fully crying) ...so painful. I need to be able to have a full night of sleep.

I just saw the ayurvedic doctor, and she said she knew i was having nightmares, and i know it’s because of you and my father, and it needs to stop.

Please, try to understand, i am only trying to help you. I only reached out to you yesterday because i saw in the cards that you were in deep pain because of the accident, and holding a secret, and i wanted you to relieve yourself of that anxiety and that mental anguish. I was trying to help you.

But i can’t keep doing this. I don’t want to do this.

I don’t want you...haunting me, i don’t want you fucking with me because i’m not fucking with you.

You’ve got to set me free in that sense.

You’ve got to step into the light, Blond.

I mean it should mean something to you that i already was a Holocaust victim. I’ve already been through. ...i mean granted i committed suicde before they could gas me. Because i wouldn’t let them. But ..we’re not that different.

And even though i don’t know the terrain of your mind, i do know what its like to feel...crazy. Very much so. And i know what it’s like to feel obsessed with love, many times over. I was clearly obsessed with Nusch,i was obsessed with Daniel,..i was obsessed with Jakk.

So i understand.

Though i think i love Jakk now. I’m no longer obsessed.

And there’s real power in learning the difference between love and obsession.

And that when we can put obsession on the altar and get clear from it......because obsession is related to the Devil card, and when we’re chained to our bondage, we’re....we’re chained, we don’t have freedom. But when we can love freely and it doesn’t have that hold on us, and we can breathe, it can be a beautiful thing.

Then it feeds us.

But we don’t need it for survival.

And i learned that in the 2nd cut & clear spell i did before I did the cut and clear....for you. Which is what gave me freedom.

(okay, i forgot about this. Before I did the new year’s eve thing that fakeRandom walked me through, the Tarot Reader suggested to me in a phone session on 11/16/16 that i do something called a cut & clear, where you burn three candles, make three lists, etc. I haven’t gotten to those tapes yet, but I remember it being an extremely painful experience, like I started to have emotional sobbing sessions. And then for some reason, I was told psychically to do one for Blond. To help her let go or something.)

It’s a spell that would give you power, i think. It’s a very powerful spell. It helped me see the truth about my father. Tho that was Katie-slash-Nusch’s help.

And Gina. And Random.

But blonde i need you to understand that i do not want to hurt you...anymore, i never wanted to in the first place. And we have got to stop. Please, hear me.

I mean if anything, I really did always want us to be able to coexist. I really wanted that. And I think that Jakk wanted that too. He really did....from a long time ago.

And i do respect you, and I do know how smart you are...insanely smart. And I’m not as smart as you...but i’m other things.

And hopefully at some point we can learn to...appreciate each other..for what we are.

And i want you to let go of your....whatever it is. The part of you that is pablo, and the part of me that is sonia....we were good friends a long time ago.we were good friends, who were artists together.

And we both loved the same woman, and we *fought* over her. But then we made up before i died.

You were a great great great artist, ...i was merely a blip on a screen as an artist,...but you were a great artist...who was tortured, who never was happy. It makes sense that your soul..has great...torture.

Anyway.

I’m sorry if i upset you by sending you that email....i really am just trying to..get the conversation started and i’m trying to help.

And nusch has been telling me what to do.

I’m just trying to keep everyone alive.

I’m gonna go talk to Nusch right now, if that’s ok. (softly) ok

(pause)

Nusch.

( Tearing up) Nusch.........nusch

Nuuuuuuuuuuuusch

No nusch?

Who is it?

Horse. You gotta catch me up, Horse. Its been awhile.

Hi.

Yeah tell me what’s up

Don’t mind me while i plug in my phone Ok

Jeez. Did blond actually....hear me last night?

So why did she attack me during the night?

Is she like....I thought that she lost her powers? \

So why can she come in?

Do i need to do another cord cutting?

Do i need to do a cord cutting between her & jakk?

Ok.

Is Jakk gonna be mad at me that i emailed her?

Well........

I mean....it’s what the cards said!

Yeah i knew he was gonna be mad at me.

(pause)

When is he gonna talk to me?

Is he divorced yet?

..........................................

What is that about?

Is that about her parents giving me money?

Do you think i need to write Laurie a letter?

It came up in a reading, and then the spirits told me. Well first the spirits told me, and then it came up in a reading with the Tarot Reader, and then it came up in the cards.

So, Horse, are you willing to go as far as to say that yes, she did a spell...i know we went over it before, but you’re saying yes, she did cause my accident.

............

Do you think i should take her to court.

Oh.

You *do*.

How could i prove it, though?

How could I prove it? I couldn’t prove it.

...........................................

“Maggie. “

.....

“Maggie. Maggie.”

“Maggie __________.”

(gasps at visuals and repeats the name)

Holy shit.

..................................

(starts walking around) Holy shit!

Fuck.

Did Lonnie know they were doing witchcraft?

.............

(incredulous) Did Lonnie know about the accident when he met me?

................

He just hadn’t put it together.

Holy shit.

Would lonnie help me get in touch with maggie?

.................................

Would lonnie keep it a secret from Blond that i asked him to meet with me?

Fuck.

......

But you want me to press charges against Blond.

(whispers) holy shit......holy shit

Is that even possible?

(googles) “ witchcraft cases in nyc”

Huh.

........................................................................................

Would it work?

.............

Would Blond be put in jail? ........................................................................................................................... Is Jakk protecting her right now?

....................................................................

Cause he knows she did it. .........................................................................................................

Is Blond..psychologically....insane?

Is Jakk still under her spell? No. And they’re divorced now.

So now what?

(pause)

I can’t even believe this.

You people are so fucked up.

(end tape)

#watch the tapes

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lucywrites02 · 3 years ago

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A/N: It's- a me! The writer who finally posts something! It's my first one shot that is over 10k and I've worked on it for weeks. It was a challenge, but I had a lot of fun and I'm really proud of it. This story is messy and maybe some of you won't like the ending, but I wrote it for myself and I like it. if you find this story nice tho it would be amazing if you rebloged it or left a comment :3 now to the story!!!!

Pairing: Stephen Strange x gn! Reader

Word count: 10.5k

Warnings: slow burn, mention of a shitty ex, talk about therapy, the reader has mixed feelings about therapy because of their shitty ex, working too much, anxiety attack, not taking meds (I hope I mentioned everything, but if i missed something please let me know!) Probably some grammar mistakes

Summary: After becoming the sorcerer supreme Stephen gets the access to the ancient one's private library full of ancient tomes in languages the doctor hasn't even heard of. Luckily Wong's childhood friend is willing to help and becomes their personal translator.

“I’m so glad you could make it.” Wong greeted you with a wide smile- you didn’t even step into the building when the man picked you up, hugging you tightly. Oh how you missed his hugs! “You have no idea how happy I am that you came.” The librarian let you go and sighed heavily. He embraced you one more time before he took your bags and gestured you to walk in.

You looked around, mesmerised. It was quite a while since you’ve last been to the New York sanctum and even though nothing really changed it still felt foreign. The stairs looked exactly how they used to, but the carpet looked a bit more red than you remember it. Did they clean this old thing or bought a new one? And then there was that old foyer where you used to spend most of your nights, reading some random fantasy novels you found in the nearest library. It was funny how you always insisted on reading those books instead of ancient tomes about real magic. You smiled, remembering that time the former guardian of this building scolded you for sitting too close to the fire and accidentally burning half a page of your book. Thankfully it was no book about sorcery- otherwise you would already be dead because Wong would definitely kick your ass for that. This guy was basically your family but he wouldn’t hesitate to make you pay for damaging something valuable.

“I put your bags in your room.” Your friend’s voice pulled you out of your transe, but you couldn’t stop smiling. You really missed this place. Turning around, your eye caught a glimpse of the closing portal behind your favourite sorcerer. “Tea?”

“Yes, please!” You said and followed Wong to the kitchen, walking with that happy jump to your steps, already excited to spend some time with your friend. When you were still a sorcerer, tea time with Wong always meant exchanging gossip- it was your favourite time of the day. And now you guys had a lot to talk about. “Oh man,” you exhaled and sat down on an old wooden chair right next to the kitchen island, “I missed your tea soooo much.” you giggled and breathed in the smell of your favourite flavour. “Did you buy this tea for me? You know I love it.”

“I actually did it myself.” The man said, proudly and poured your beverage to a ceramic cup from his favourite set. You smiled upon seeing the mugs you got him for his birthday a few years ago. Wong said it was his most valuable possession. “I picked up gardening last year and then decided to experiment with tea. I hope you like it.”

“Gardening? That’s interesting. You didn't mention it at all.” you took a sip and literally melted in your chair. Is this how heaven felt like? “Wow, this is amazing!” you took another sip and closed your eyes, cherishing the taste it left on your tongue. “And you did it yourself?”

“I did.” The librarian puffed his chest like a proud peacock, making you smile again. “And there’s a lot I have to tell you so buckle up- I have a lot of tea to spill.” Wong said, looking at you and expecting a laugh at his oh so genius pun. You were trying to look unamused, not wanting to give him the satisfaction, but you didn’t care to be honest. Yes, that pun was terrible, but still funny! You wouldn’t apologise for laughing at your friend’s corny joke.

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“This is the last time I went to that store alone.” Stephen spoke into the empty air- his voice echoed through the hall with no one around to listen to his whining. The sorcerer supreme sighed, closing the door to the sanctum with his foot and then headed to the kitchen to unpack all those bags. The list Wong gave Stephen was longer than usual and the amount of food the man purchased would last for him and Wong for a whole month. The librarian insisted that his colleague should go to this very specific store at the other side of the city- which Stephen found quite weird but when he questioned it, Wong went on a long rant, explaining to him that they had your favourite kind of noodles and that their spices were top tier. Stephen had never met you, but he could see how much Wong respected you. You were obviously someone very important, but were you worth taking the train and two buses filled with annoying people just to get all those groceries that could be bought from the farmer’s market three blocks away from the sanctum? Stephen didn’t think so.

As he neared the kitchen, the sorcerer could hear someone talking. One of the voices belonged to Wong- Stephen was sure of that- but the other one he had never heard before. Have you already arrived? The doctor stopped in his tracks and sighed when he realised that he wasn’t exactly looking like the most important sorcerer at the moment. What kind of a first impression was this going to be? Would you judge his casual outfit or pay it no mind? It was hard to tell since Wong refused to tell Stephen anything about you other than the fact that you could translate all of the books for him. He didn’t even get your backstory or anything about you as a person. Wong obviously liked you, otherwise he would never have invited you to the sanctum, but the doctor didn’t know what to expect from you. He knew nothing about you. Stephen hated not knowing.

Lost in thought, he didn’t even notice when the hallway’s wooden floor beneath his feet changed to the turquoise kitchen teals.

“Speak of the devil and he will bring you groceries.” The librarian spoke, greeting his fellow sorcerer as he walked into the room.

The doctor’s eyes fell on the person sitting on the counter, face hidden behind the ceramic mug- Stephen was pretty sure that the dish was supposed to keep your smile hidden. So much for a decent first impression. Thanks to Wong.

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You looked at the man who just walked in- bags full of food in his hands. Wong has told you plenty about the new sorcerer supreme, but you didn’t expect to see someone in their late 30s to be the most important sorcerer on earth. You knew he was in his late 30s because your friend has mentioned it once, but the grey in his hair made Doctor Strange look a bit older.

Awkwardly hopping off the counter you put your empty mug aside and walked towards the sorcerer supreme. “Let me help you with those.” You said, pointing at the bags. They were probably really heavy. You didn’t wait for a response and took some stuff in your own hands. “Wong, do you need an invitation or something?” You called, putting the groceries on the kitchen island.

Stephen huffed- almost giggled- when he saw how quickly Wong stood up and took the remaining bags from him. He might not have made a good entrance, but you have for sure impressed him. And you seemed like a really friendly person, too.

“Where are my manners!” You gasped, realising that this guy probably didn’t even know your name and you were so freely opening his cupboards and stuffing them with food. It must have looked weird to him. Leaving Wong to unpack the rest by himself, you walked over to Stephen the second time this day, extending your hand to properly greet him. “It’s an honour to meet you, Doctor Strange.” You heard a lot about this man- the best neurosurgeon in the US, maybe even the world, who graduated young with 5 phDs and then became the sorcerer supreme within a few months of studying magic. It was impressive. You admired him in a way. Wong spoke of him highly as well. Although he did mention the doctor’s arrogance and his ‘dumbassery’ as your friend called it.

Stephen watched your hand move up and then stop midair between your bodies. You wanted to shake hands….

He didn’t have his gloves! What if you stared at them? Even unintentionally. He couldn’t let you see his hands without the gloves on. Maybe he should stop worrying about them so much. Stephen has been trying to put an end to his overthinking but it was harder than he thought. You didn’t seem like a judgy person though.

Before he could make a decision you already pulled your hand away. He didn’t even notice that his own moved behind his back- hiding from your eyes.

“Wong has told me plenty about you.” You smiled, knowing perfectly well that your friend didn’t want his colleague to know about that. “I’m glad I could finally meet you.”

“I’m grateful you decided to help us out.” Stephen spoke, not really knowing what he should say to you. He didn’t know you at all, meanwhile you seemed to know him pretty well. “Wong said you specialise in translating ancient languages.”

“That’s right! I have translated most of the books from the library in Kamar-Taj and a great amount of books from the London Sanctum.” You announced proudly.

“You always asked for those books when you were studying. You should thank our guest for providing your monolingual brain with all that knowledge.” Wong called as he put the last products in the fridge. The librarian was obviously not interested in your awkward ‘get to know each other’ conversation and would rather go back to gossiping with you about some of the masters from Hong Kong. He didn’t even get to the part where Master Emily was having an affair with Master Min and that they got married in secret two weeks ago.

“It was all you?” Stephen asked, surprised. During his stay in Kamar-Taj the doctor had read dozens of books- in the beginning of his journey with sorcery said books were mostly in English, but once he memorised them he started reading the versions of those books in the original languages. It helped him learn how to read sanskrit in two weeks. “I must say I’m impressed. They proved to be very helpful.”

“I’m happy to hear that.” You couldn’t stop smiling- it was rare to hear people praising you and you always got excited when that happened. “How many books do you have for me, Doctor?”

“Oh, yes, please follow me.” Before he could leave, Stephen turned around to Wong, “is it my turn or your turn to make dinner tonight?”

“It’s your turn.” The librarian spoke as he moved to exit the kitchen and walk to his own room.

It was Wong’s turn.

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“20 books?” You said, looking at the old tomes in Stephen’s office.

“I know it's a lot and I understand if you don’t want to do all of that-”

“You want them translated into English, right?” You asked and picked up the first book from the enormous pile, laying on the sorcerer’s desk.

“Yes, of course.” the sorcerer paced awkwardly around his room and watched as you went through the master’s guide to astral projection in mirror dimension. Was it embarrassing that the sorcerer supreme needed assistance to read books? The Ancient One didn’t need a translator and most of the Masters were fluent in more than one language. Stephen made a mental note to download duolingo. But did they teach Hebrew from two thousand years ago?

“Would you like me to translate it into any other languages?”

“How many do you know?” The doctor asked, curious.

“7 if we only count the old ones.” You answered and picked up another book, carefully inspecting its spine. Maybe if you find the time you will restore some of them as well.

“And if we count the new ones?”

“24.”

“How long will it take you to translate them?” Stephen changed the subject, feeling quite intimidated by your skills. He wouldn’t tell this to anyone, but last night he really needed to translate some notes and used Google to do it. Needless to say the spell was a disaster and the doctor swore to never use google translate for spells ever again. Even if he’s desperate.

Your eyes scanned the heavy tomes in front of you once more while your brain tried to calculate the amount of work you were about to begin.

“Two months. Maybe three.” You answered, putting your hands into the pockets of your black zip up hoodie. “I can start tonight.”

“Three months per book or-”

“All of them. I need to print the pages and then bind them into a new book and that will also take some time- hence three months.” You explained, knowing perfectly well that you would probably do it in two months. That’s if you were able to hide from Wong that you worked using your astral form in your sleep. He would never let you hear the end of it if he found out. “Now let’s talk about payment.” You walked around the desk and sat down at a little armchair in the corner.

Stephen stood frozen in place, watching you making yourself comfortable. He felt embarrassed because he didn’t take into consideration that you would want money for your services. Now that he thought of it he felt stupid for not thinking about it. The sorcerer’s hand wandered up his neck, scratching the skin on his nape as if that would help him come up with a solution.

“Oh dear, I was just kidding!” You laughed, covering your mouth with your palm. “I don’t want your money, Doctor.”

Those words made Stephen breathe out in relief. “Are you sure? You said it will take you three months. It wouldn’t be fair of me to expect you to do this for free.” Yes, Stephen didn’t have money, but the thought of you getting nothing in return for your hard work rubbed him the wrong way.

“You really don’t need to worry about money, Doctor.” You stood up and walked up to the pile of books again, your fingers tracing the spines as you continued- “I want to do this for the sanctum. Besides you letting me stay here is already enough. Those books are for the sorcerer supreme only and I’m honoured that you’re entrusting me with them even though we don’t know each other.”

“I’m happy to hear that because we are broke.” Stephen said, causing you to laugh again. You were a very nice person and Stephen liked your personality a lot. Your aura was friendly and kind which was something this place really needed. “I guess that means you’re hired!” The sorcerer joked.

“Thank you, Doctor.”

“Please call me Stephen.”

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Rubbing your eyes, you leaned back in your chair. A little desk lamp and your laptop were the only sources of light in the library. You couldn’t tell how late it was but you knew you should stop and call it a day. In the first two weeks of your stay in New York you have already done more than you expected. If you kept up that pace you would be done in less than two months, but working all day since sunrise and then writing in your astral form all night wasn’t healthy. Plus Wong started to be suspicious and took your sling ring so astral projecting was off the table for a while.

As much as you loved peace and quiet, the sounds of New York’s nightlife made you a bit nostalgic. Honking of a car, laughter of tourists- things like that would annoy most people, especially at this hour, but you missed it. You missed this city. Maybe once you were done with your work in the sanctum you would stay for a bit longer. Just because. And to be completely honest you really missed hanging out with Wong. It felt like a family reunion and you loved it. You didn’t know how much you needed this until now. It felt so good to be with people who genuinely cared about you and wanted you around. You haven’t felt wanted ever since your failed relationship a year ago. It was a very disappointing experience that damaged your confidence, but thankfully Wong was there to help you pick up the broken pieces like a good friend. Nights like this one always send your mind in all the wrong places.

“Can’t sleep?” Stephen’s voice called from the entrance, making you jump in your chair. Your hand rested on your chest, feeling the rapid beat of your heart caused by the person standing in the doorway. “Didn’t mean to scare you.” He smiled apologetically and put some papers on the desk next to yours. “Isn’t it a bit too late for that?” The doctor pointed at the white screen of your laptop with a cup of tea in his hand.

“I was actually going to take a break.” You announced with a yawn and stretched your arms over your head so hard your whole body shook. “I don’t have much left though and I could always rest after it’s done.”

The sorcerer hummed, looking at your screen. “You want to tell me that you have almost translated the whole book?” His eyes moved between the laptop, your notes and the heavy tome laying on the desk.

“Yes?”

“600 pages in less than two weeks?” Stephen took a sip of his already cold tea, cringing at the bitter taste.

“I'm actually finishing the second book.” You said, moving your arms around in hope it would ease the pain in your back. “Impressive, I know.” You joked, winking at the man sitting next to you.

“It actually is quite impressive.”

“My secret is Wong's black tea 5 times a day with three sugars and astral projection after midnight.” Stephen’s laugh echoed through the empty library, making you smile. The two of you didn’t spend much time together- he had his duties as sorcerer supreme and you were working on your translations. Neither of you wanted to disturb the other one. The only conversations you had so far were the ones around the dinner table with Wong. It was nice, but you wished you had more time to get to know Stephen. “Although he confiscated my sling ring so I can’t do that anymore.”

“It’s not healthy to use your astral form too often.” The man said, knowing he sounded like a hypocrite, but you didn’t have to know it. “Trust me, I’m a doctor.”

“Didn’t you use it every night back in Kamar- Taj to read?” You asked, amused by the look on Stephen's face.

“So he told you.”

“Wong tells me everything.” You grinned, narrowing your eyes playfully.

"Everything?" The doctor asked in a tone that sounded more like a dare. You weren't expecting the new sorcerer supreme to be such a chill person and you were glad that he liked to mess around sometimes. It made your stay at the sanctum a lot more fun than you thought it would be.

"Everything, including that one time you accidentally turned a student into a cat because you didn't read the spell correctly." You whispered, slowly gathering all of your notes and closing your laptop. You knew you wouldn't get anything else done that night. "But just so you know- Wong speaks very highly of you. He enjoys sharing those funny stories with me though."

"Good to know," Stephen grinned, feeling quite relieved that his colleague- friend- respects him beyond his occasional arrogance. "He has never told me anything about you before though." He said, sounding almost disappointed. Maybe Stephen and Wong weren't that close yet. They tend to talk about other students and masters, but never about their lives outside of the sorcery world. They should definitely change that.

"Is there anything you'd like to know, Doctor?" You stood up to throw away the pieces of paper that you didn't need anymore and stretched your legs a bit. It felt so good to move around like that after a whole day of sitting.

"It would be nice to get to know you better, but I think it's quite late and we both should be sleeping." The man said and yawned which made you yawn, too. Yeah, it was really late.

"I think you're right. I can barely keep my eyes open, let alone hold a conversation." Looking down at the desk you decided to clean the rest tomorrow. It wasn't going to run away.

"You could take a free day tomorrow and accompany me to London." Stephen suggested. You were a really nice person and the sorcerer liked your friendly spirit. You liked to joke around- even with Wong- and Stephen would lie if he said that he didn't wish for you to stay longer. He didn't feel so lonely with you around. Yes, you didn't talk much but he knew that you were always in the library with Wong and it made this place less…. lonely.

"I would like that! I haven't been to London in ages."

"Let me walk you to your door." The Doctor said, offering you his arm with a playful little bow.

The two of you stayed silent while you walked- neither of you had enough energy to talk anymore. The sound of your synchronised steps echoed through the empty halls. The distance from the library to your bedroom wasn't too long but it felt like eternity to get there. A free day was probably a good idea- you could feel the effects of your constant work and seriously needed a day to yourself.

The only words spoken between you were the whispered goodnights and the sanctum was dead silent again.

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"You want to tell me that one day you just went on a walk and accidentally walked into the sanctum in Hong Kong?" Stephen asked, taking a bite of his sandwich.

The two of you decided to have brunch in a little cafe near the park- for you it was more like breakfast, but there was a 6 hour difference between NYC and London. The place was lovely and the chilly weather of early spring in England combined with the beautiful scenery of trees and the river made you smile.

You took a sip of your tea and smiled at the memory.

"I was a kid and didn't know I wasn't allowed there." You explained, trying to make sense of your actions from the past. "I was 8 and got bored so my grandmother told me to go play with other kids, but I got lost on my way to the playground and ended up in the sanctum." Stephen watched you carefully which meant he was really interested in the story. He rested his cheek on his hand and you continued, " I got really scared because I realised that I wasn't supposed to be there and when someone tried to talk to me I ran and hid in the library-" you had to laugh at that. Little you were terrified, but the older you found the story hilarious. "Wong found me an hour later crying under the desk and then walked me home."

"That's an adventure." The doctor laughed- the wrinkles under his eyes made themselves more prominent. It suited him. Happiness suited him.

"My grandma then made cookies and told me to give them to the nice man who got me back home." You smiled and took another sip of your drink. "And then I just kept coming there whenever I had time and hung out with Wong in the library. He made me his apprentice- although he was still just a student himself. I insisted and he couldn't get rid of me."

"Really?" The sorcerer would love to see the little you annoying Wong so much he had to make you his apprentice to shut you up.

"No, he actually asked if I wanted to study under him."

"Did you say yes?" A sudden blow of cold wind made the sorcerer shiver, but he didn't pay much attention to it. Talking with you felt so natural and it felt like you've been friends forever. It was nice to have this connection with someone. Stephen really needed to feel normal every once in a while and sitting with you outside of a cafe on a chilly afternoon in London made him feel normal.

"Take a guess, doctor."

"Right, that was a stupid question." Strange grinned, hiding his face in the hoodie he wore to shield himself from the wind. Stephen could tell you he wanted to go inside, but you seemed to enjoy the chilly weather. He wouldn't die if the wind picked up every now and then.

"There are no stupid questions." You said, playing with the remains of your tea that were too cold to enjoy anymore.

"I like your mindset, but as someone who worked in medicine for years I can tell you that some people ask very stupid questions."

"I can only imagine."

"So why is it that I have never met you before. I was in Kamar-Taj for a very long time and I visit other sanctums whenever I need to, which is pretty often." The doctor was curious how he managed to not see you even once during his stay in all those places.

"Oh, I left the sorcery world when I was older because I got into a university in Scotland. I still kept in touch with Wong and some other masters though. I even visited New York last year but it was only for the weekend and you weren't there."

"What did you study?"

"You will never believe when I tell you." You wiggled your eyebrows with a smirk on your face.

"Surprise me." Steohen said, already suspecting what your answer was going to be.

"I studied ancient languages and became a translator for an archeology centre in Greece when I graduated." You didn’t mention to him that you quit working in said centre after one of your colleagues broke your heart into a million pieces and walked all over it. He didn’t have to know about your failed romances. At least not yet.

"No way." The doctor fake gasped causing you to laugh again.

"Shocking, I know."

"I would have never expected it." He kept playing along, amused by your silly shenanigans. "Why languages? Was it like your passion or a hobby?" He asked, coming back to his more serious self.

"I always learned fast- I took Latin in school and then thought it would be fun to learn similar languages so my mom signed me up for French classes, I learned Spanish at home because I was tired of French and then took Swedish to change things a bit. Then there was Japanese, Korean and Hindu. And then when I started spending more time in Kamar-Taj I thought it would be very fun to be fluent in languages no one speaks anymore. It all just came natural to me. I was good at it so I decided to do it for a living." You explained; your gaze getting lost in the picture of the clouds changing their shapes. Taking a deep breath you tried to think of a good topic of conversation, but Stephen beat you to it and spoke again.

"That's really interesting. Your brain is fascinating."

"My brain you say?" You remembered that he used to be a doctor from what Wong told you, but you didn't know what kind.

"I mean- you possess so much knowledge I can only imagine how amazing your neural connections must be." Stephen continued, his hands flying around as the words left his mouth.

"That is the strangest compliment I have ever gotten- I love it." You put your hand on your chest, trying to show your gratitude. "Pun not intended."

Your afternoon was filled with fluid conversations that seemed to have no end. Stephen asked about your family, friends, hobbies. Being your polite self you asked them the same questions and found things that Wong didn't tell you.

For example, the sorcerer supreme used to play piano and was pretty good at it. His love for music extended farther than just listening to sounds- he also liked to create them. The doctor hid it well, but you could see the sadness in his eyes when he told you about his musical skills. It was because of his hands- that was for sure. They wandered down under the table, hiding from your eyes as he spoke about his passions. You had scars of your own- you understood the struggle.

But it was still painful to see- ever since you met him Stephen was nothing but confident in everything he did. Sometimes he walked the thin line between confidence and arrogance, but it was a part of his charm. He never was an asshole- not to you, not to Wong. Not even to that kid who tried to put graffiti on the sanctum's walls two days ago. At the end of the day Stephen- although still very much powerful- was just a man. A human being with insecurities.

"Did you play the banjo as well?" You asked resting your chin on your fist- elbows on the table.

"Just because I'm from Nebraska doesn't mean I know how to play the banjo." Stephen defended himself, throwing his hands in the air dramatically.

"Answer my question, Stephen." You demented, pointing a finger at him and trying to hold in your laughter. Stephen's lips formed a thin line. The red on his cheeks became more prominent- maybe it was the cold.

"Yes." The sorcerer mumbled.

"What was that?"

"I won't repeat myself."

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You’ve been in the New York sanctum for over a month now and it was the first time ever that all of you were in the library at the same time. Right after your morning tea the three of you headed there to do your own things- you wanted to finish translating the book on interdimensional herbs, Wong was going to fix a spine of his book of shadows meanwhile Stephen was trying to upgrade some spell. It was quiet, but very cosy. Almost domestic if you dared say that.

Speaking of Stephen- ever since that day in London you became pretty good friends. He talked to you more, made sure you took breaks when working. Sometimes he would invite you to go grocery shopping with him and Wong. Yeah, it was really domestic. You never expected the sorcerer supreme to be so friendly towards you, but you were glad he proved you wrong. You were happy to have a friend like him. This place really felt like home when Wong and Stephen were there with you. You really felt wanted.

Wong was basically family to you and you always felt wanted around him, but it really surprised you how hard Stephen was trying to make you feel at home. Making your favourite food for dinner, taking you on walks. One time you and the doctor were talking about movies and he even suggested a movie night. You accidentally fell asleep on his shoulder that time and Wong took a photo of it. It looked pretty cute- you had to admit that. But the more you looked at that polaroid- or thought about everything you did with Stephen- you realised that there might be something more between the two of you than friendship.

You saw each other every day- talked every day- for over a month now. Just a month but it felt like years. It scared you a bit. How quickly you were developing a crush on this man. And it wasn’t like you didn’t want to get involved with him romantically- Stephen was a great person. But your last relationship left a hole in your heart and even though a lot of time had passed since that failed romance you were still weary when it came to dating. Especially if the person of your interest was the most powerful sorcerer that you have met only a month ago! Plus you were literally working for this man.

It was a shame that you had to leave so soon. After you got your sling ring back you continued to work 24/7, translating 15 books in two weeks which was your new record. Wong had volunteered to book-bind a few pages, making your job even easier. Meaning that you would be done even faster. To be honest you didn’t want to go back to your job in ‘real life’. Yes, you loved it, but you didn’t realise how much you missed the world of sorcery until now.

You were torn between wanting to be a sorcerer again and having a normal life. Your fingers stopped typing as your eyes stared at the bright screen of your laptop- not really focusing on anything. The sound of your keyboard had been the only thing filling the silence. Now the air in the room was dead and empty. Looking around you watched as the two men worked on their own things and decided to take a short break- make some tea for the boys, stretch, think about your future. Stuff like that. And so you left quietly, knowing that neither of them probably even noticed that you were gone.

Little did you know that one of your friends was watching you all the time. Wong sensed that something wasn't right. The moment you picked up another book to translate your mood shifted. It was odd and Wong didn’t like seeing you like this.

“SHIT!” you shrieked as you turned around and saw the librarian, standing in the kitchen doorway. “I could have dropped the kettle!”

“Didn’t mean to scare you.” The man apologised and sat down at the table, trying to figure out how to even start this conversation with you. Deciding it would be easier to just rip the bandaid off he spoke again. “You seem sad today. Is everything alright?”

The question surprised you. “I didn’t think you’d notice.” You didn’t disagree. You didn’t see the point in hiding your feelings and you had always trusted Wong. You could tell him everything without the fear of being judged.

“I wanted to get this job done as quickly as possible-” you said, fiddling with the kettle in your hands. “And now that I'm almost done I don’t think I want to leave.”

“Then stay.” He smiled at the thought of you living in the sanctum again. This last month reminded Wong of the good old days when you used to share a house and do all kinds of stuff together from practising spells to folding laundry.

“Do you think Stephen would allow it?” you asked, shyly. The doctor was in charge of the sanctum after all so it all depended on him and his decision.

“He adores you! Of course he would allow it.” The librarian rolled his eyes when he said the word ‘adore’ which made your face feel a little bit warmer for some reason. “Just ask him about it. He will be thrilled to hear that you’re staying.”

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Another week passed and you still haven’t asked Stephen. Wong’s words made you rethink some things and reflect on everything that happened in the last month. Closing the book you’ve been working on for the past two days you realised that there’s only one of them left.

Your friend’s words played in your brain like a broken record.

‘He adores you’

You didn’t want that.

Okay, maybe you did, but you weren’t ready for that yet. You weren’t ready to get your heart broken again. Besides you weren’t planning on staying any longer than necessary so why even worry about it?

Laying on your bed, you stared at the white ceiling, trying to come up with a solution to your- not so little- problem when a knock on your door pulled you out of your head.

“Hi.” Stephen whispered- his head peeking from behind the door. “I saw the light in your room was still on and wanted to check on you.” The sorcerer invited himself in and leaned his shoulder on the wall.

Your eyes fell on the jar of cookies he was holding in his hands. Stephen’s gaze followed yours and the doctor smirked.

“I was going to eat them alone, but since I’m already here would you like one?” He said, taking a step forward and sitting at the edge of your bed. You moved, too- your back straight against the headboard. It created more distance between you which wasn’t really intentional, but you were glad that there was a bit more space. Of course you would love nothing more than to get closer to Stephen, but it was all happening so quickly. And you hated yourself for feeling that way.

“So…” The jar lid popped open and your friend took two cookies out of it, handing you one with a silent question. You took it without thinking twice; your fingers brushed and a shiver went down your spine. “You couldn’t sleep again?”

You signed, taking a bite and not really caring about the crumbs on your sheets.

“Not really.” You managed to say between the bites. Stephen observed you carefully- almost like he was studying your face and all your movements. You had plenty of conversations that started in this exact way. Usually you would talk the night away, but you weren’t in the mood to talk for so long.

“Is everything alright?” The sorcerer’s voice echoed through the room- it was deep and very soft. You loved listening to him talk, not only because you liked how his voice sounded, but also because he was always very nice to you when you two talked.

“Why shouldn’t it be?” You raised your brow, hugging your knees close to your chest to get some comfort.

“Wong said you’ve been ignoring him. And you’ve been ignoring me, too.” The doctor mimicked your pose, now fully sitting on your bed. “I know we don’t know each other as long as you and Wong do, but I still care about you. You are my guest and I would be a horrible host if I didn’t care about your wellbeing.”

You knew he said it to make you feel better- to make sure that you knew that you could trust him. And you did. You trusted Stephen. But not with your feelings. You weren’t even sure what those feelings were.

Were you just excited that you made a new friend and mistook that excitement for romantic attraction? He gave you his attention, but this was what people did when they wanted to be friends with someone. Strange smiled at you once and you were convinced you developed a crush on him. It was pathetic how much you craved love that you were seeing it everywhere even if it wasn’t true.That was probably the reason your last relationship was a disaster. You went into it too quickly and then were surprised that it didn’t work out. You needed more time to think about it- your feelings for Stephen. He was a good friend and you would hate to lose that.

“I really appreciate it, Stephen.” You said with a genuine smile on your face. There was still some uncertainty in your eyes. “I think I’m just a little tired. I tend to overwork myself sometimes.”

“That makes the two of us then.” He smirked and pulled out another cookie. Stephen handed you the jar and you moved closer to him, decreasing the gap between your bodies. “I saw that you have just one book left to translate.”

“Yeah-” You sighed a bit too loud, ignoring the sorcerer’s gaze. “Wong said he would bind them all so I will probably be gone by the end of the next week.” You said, feeling a weird squeeze in your chest. You didn’t know why you felt like that. You leaving wouldn’t be the end of the world! You would still keep in touch with Wong- you have for all those years. So why was it affecting you so much this time?

Stephen stood up, clearing his throat quietly. The man stood up, leaving the cookie jar on your blanket and wiped his hands clean on his pyjama pants.

“You are welcome to stay longer if you want.” The doctor announced and slowly made his way to the door. “Wong and I- we love having you around. I wanted you to know that.”

Stephen left, letting you be alone with your thoughts.

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“Do you really want to go back to your old job though?” Wong asked, taking a sip of his morning tea. You liked to talk about many things with him, especially in the morning while you prepared breakfast. But the topic of your old job was making you nervous. It wasn’t really about the job itself- you liked what you were doing. The issue was people- or rather a person- who was still working there. It’s been almost a year since you left and your side gigs couldn’t pay all of your bills. You were happy when Wong called you and asked if you could come by to help translate some stuff, but you were here almost two months and felt like you should leave soon. You wouldn’t have to figure out your feelings for Stepehn if he wasn’t around.

“I have to make money somehow.” You flipped a pancake and put on a fake smile.

“You could find something here in New York. And you wouldn’t have to worry about rent since you’d be living here.” Your friend proposed.

It wasn’t a bad idea- now that you think of it it was an excellent idea. You really couldn’t argue with that.

“I will think about it.”

“That’s all you’ve been doing lately.”

Why was it so hard for you to open up to Wong now? You never had a problem with that before. Taking a deep breath you decided to rip the bandaid off.

“I think I have feelings for Stephen.” You breathed out, looking at your dear friend and waiting for his response. All you got was a hysterical laugh.

“That’s a good one!” Wong said, slapping his knee repeatedly. “Oh dear, I love your jokes.”

But you didn’t laugh.

“No- you’re-” the librarian lowered his tone, almost whispering. “No.”

“Yes.”

“Are you sure?”

That was a good question. Were you sure?

“I don’t know.” A tear rolled down your face- you didn’t even know why you were so emotional about it. You didn’t even know for sure and you were making such a scene. Putting your face in your hands you shook your head and cried. “I don’t know, Wong!”

You were trembling and breathing heavily in your friend’s arms and didn’t even notice that you were walking somewhere- the librarian guiding you. You couldn’t see well because of the tears, but you recognised the outline of your room. Your knees hit something soft and if Wong didn’t turn you around you would flop on the bed face first.

It took you half an hour to calm down.

You missed breakfast that day, too.

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Taking a deep breath you put your sweater on and exit the library. You tried to do something productive, but nothing was going your way today. First the fiasco in the kitchen, then you isolating for the rest of your day and now sneaking out to the library when everyone else was asleep. What was going on with you?

Your stomach spoke, demanding food. You weren’t surprised- you haven’t eaten anything at all. And you really should do that. You can’t keep destroying yourself because of one tiny inconvenience.

Your bare feet walked through the wooden floors leading to the small kitchen you love so much.

“Midnight snack?” Someone spoke, making you jump and bump your leg into a chair. “I’m so sorry.” The familiar voice apologised, gently putting a hand on your shoulder to see if everything was alright. “I thought you saw me.”

“It’s fine.” You shrugged it off, massaging your knee to ease the pain a little. “I wasn’t paying attention.” You straightened your back and realised how close to you Stephen was.

Your heart skipped a beat.

“Would you like some tea? I was gonna make myself a cup.” The sorcerer proposed, taking a step back and giving you space.

Playing with the sleeves of our sweater you jumped on the counter- your favourite place to sit- and nodded. “I would kill for a cup of tea right now.”

“No killing will be necessary. I will do it willingly.” Stephen smirked, taking two ceramic mugs out of the upper cupboard. You noticed that one of them was your favourite mug- you used it literally every day and Stephen was a very observant person so it shouldn’t be surprising that he knew what you used to drink and from where. “The usual?” He asked, throwing a kitchen towel over his shoulder like a bartender, making you giggle.

“Make it double.” You said, playing along.

“So what brings you here at this hour?” The doctor asked, pouring the hot water into your mugs and then putting the tea inside.

“I wanted to get some work done, but I couldn’t focus.” You explained. Your friend handed you your tea and you thanked him with a shy smile.

“Wong said you had a really bad anxiety attack this morning-” the man hopped on the counter right next to you, his baby blues looking at you with some kind of softness you haven’t seen in him before. “-and I know you probably don’t want to talk about it which is fine-” he spoke, not really knowing where he was going with it. He wanted to make you feel better, but Stephen wasn’t the best at expressing his emotions. He was going to try though. For you. “-but i want you to know that you can trust me and I can find you some professional help if you need it. I know a few people who would be able to help.”

“I don’t-” you tried to defend yourself, but your voice shook. “I’m not crazy. I don’t need it!”

“Where is this coming from?” The doctor asked, confused . “Therapy can be for everyone no matter what and there’s nothing wrong with getting help.” He turned to you to get a better look at your face. He looked surprised by your little outburst, but he knew there was more to the story.

“You think so?” Suddenly you felt small. You have been to therapy before, but your ex wasn’t really supportive of that. You were called a variety of names. You were shamed and gaslighted into believing that you seeking help was a sign of weakness. That’s why you stopped going. You stopped taking your meds. And when you hit the rock bottom your partner decided that you weren’t worth all the trouble and left. You were scared of asking for help again- it was a weird fear, but it just wouldn’t let go of you.

“I know it.” Stephen’s gentle voice made you tear up a bit. “I’m no psychologist, but I have contacts. If you want I can accompany you to the first session. Or Wong.” He put your arm around you, drawing random shapes on your shoulder in a soothing motion.

You gave in and embraced him, throwing your arms around his neck and sobbing quietly.

“Thank you, Stephen.” You whispered and felt his hold on you tightening.

“Did anyone ever tell you that it was wrong to go to therapy?” The doctor asked in a hushed voice. He didn’t break the hug.

“You could say that.” You sniffled, face still hiding in his chest. You were sure there was already a wet spot from all your tears on his shirt. “An ex of mine had very strong opinions about me taking meds and going to therapy.”

“What a dick.” Stephen huffed, anger radiated from him. If he ever met that person he would send them to some crazy dimensions to fuck with their mind. “They didn’t deserve you.”

“There’s a reason this person is an ex.” You smiled sadly and took a deep breath. “Wong had already kicked that asshole’s butt so don’t worry.” You giggled at the memory. Violence was never the answer, but in that case it was really appreciated. “But ever since then I was kinda scared of reaching out, you know?”

“I’m sorry to hear that.” Your friend’s hand wandered from your shoulder up to your hair and gently massaged your scalp, making you melt in his arms. “I will make some calls first thing in the morning. You should see someone as soon as possible. Especially if you need medication.” He said. You could hear the determination in his voice. Stephen was nothing like your last partner. He really cared. He supported you and wanted the best for you. And even if there could never be anything more than friendship between you you would still be happy to have him in your life. “When was the last time you took your meds.”

"I'm embarrassed to say." You straightened your back and let your hands fall from Stephen's neck. He was still holding you, knowing you still needed some comfort.

"You don't have to tell me, but please mention it to your therapist, okay?" The sorcerer gave your shoulder a light pat and hopped off the counter. "Our tea is getting cold." You smiled and followed your friend to sit at the table. You saw him taking a sip from his tea and cringe. "The bags were in the water for too long. It's really bitter."

You sighed, putting the mugs in the sink. It was probably a sign that you should go back to your room.

"There's a place 3 blocks away with great Thai food." Strange looked at you with a silent question. You couldn't say no to food, but you weren't sure if it was a good idea to go out so late. "They also have great tea and I know for a fact that they are still open." He sensed your hesitation, but refused to leave you alone in your room with your thoughts. You had to get away from here- even if it was just for a few minutes. "I'm paying."

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Walking side by side with Stephen, your arms in your pockets to shield them from the cold midnight air, you looked around to see plenty of people doing all kinds of stuff. New York truly never slept. It was a part of its charm.

The doctor offered you his arm when a group of tourists passed through the crowd, almost pulling you in with them. You liked big cities, but you absolutely hated the crowds. You hooked your hand in the place between Stephen's arm and his elbow, holding it tightly. It didn’t take long for you to get to the restaurant Stephen told you about. You visited many places like this with the boys when neither of you wanted to cook anything, but this building wasn’t familiar to you.

Stephen opened the door for you like the gentleman he was and as you stepped inside you were hit with a variety of smells. Your stomach reminded you of its existence once more and you were sure everyone in the room could hear it.

Your friend waved his hand at the older lady behind the counter with a smile on his face. He gestured at the small table in the corner- hidden from everyone’s eyes- and took your jacket. Taking two menus from the wooden napkin holder in the middle of your table, Stephen handed you one, his cold fingers leaving a feather-like sensation on your palm.

“Their green curry is delicious.” The sorcerer said, turning his menu around and pointing at the picture on top.

“I will have to take your word for that, Doctor.” You smirked actually feeling some happiness in you after the entire day of sleeping in your depression cave you called the bedroom.

“What tea would you like?” He asked, tapping a finger on his knee to the beat of the song playing from the radio. Your eyes scanned the pages of the little book in your hands. Stephen was watching you while you tried to make a choice. You looked adorable with your hair a bit messy from the wind, biting your lip deep in thought. The sorcerer smiled- you couldn’t see it, but the look he gave you was full of adoration.

“I think I will get the Thai Ice Tea.” You announced, putting your menu aside. Turning your head to face Stephen you noticed that he was staring and immediately became self conscious. “Do I have something on my face?”

“What? No it’s just-” The doctor straightened his back, blushing. The awkward pause between you was interrupted by the waitress who appeared at your table.

“Stephen! It’s so good to see you here, honey.” The older woman you saw earlier behind the counter pinched the man’s cheek in an affectionate manner. The sorcerer groaned, but couldn’t hide the smile on his face. “What can I get you today, sweetie?”

“It’s good to see you too, Malee. You look beautiful as ever.” The doctor leaned back in his chair and put on his charming smile. “Did you get a haircut?”

“Oh, I did!” the woman giggled, taking a pen out of her pocket. “But the flattery won’t give you a discount.”

“It was worth a try.” The sorcerer shrugged. You watched this exchange with a huge grin. You were enjoying their little interaction. It was kinda sweet. “We would like two plates of green curry and two ice teas.”

Malee quickly wrote down your order and put the pen back into the pocket of her jeans. “I will bring you your drinks right away.” She said, tugging her long grey hair behind her ear.

“I will go get them, just tell me when they’re done!” Stephen called as the woman walked through the door leading to the kitchen. “She has really weak hands, she shouldn’t carry anything heavy.” Your friend explained, turning back to you.

“She’s a lovely lady.” You mentioned, trying to change the subject. You wanted to keep a steady conversation, fearing that if you fell silent your thoughts would spiral in the wrong direction again. “Very lively.”

“She is just the sweetest.” The doctor’s smile made the wrinkles under his eyes stand out. He looked good like that. “Wong and I come here very often when we pull all-nighters.”

“I can see why.” You looked around, your eyes scanning the art on the walls and the curtains that matched the floor. “It’s very cosy here.”

You didn’t realise it, but you were swaying to the music playing through the speakers. You were enjoying the moment of peace and Stephen’s presence helped with that a lot. You also didn’t notice when the sorcerer stood up to get your tea. He put the glasses on the table and gave you a smile. A teenage boy walked behind him with a tray of your food. And oh, you were so excited to finally eat something after a long day. You were all set when Melee came up to you with a little candle and matches. She put it in the middle of the table, surprising both you and Stephen.

“Enjoy your date.�� She winked at you and left, leaving both of you out of words.

“I just want to clarify that I didn’t intend for it to be a date.” Stephen said, awkwardly scratching his neck.

“Oh, yeah. I-” You didn’t want to let it show, but you were a little hurt by his response.

“It’s just- you had a really rough night and I-I wanted to provide some comfort.” The sorcerer explained, stumbling over his own words.

“I understand, Stephen. It’s really okay.” You took a sip of your tea- the flavours melting on your tongue made your stomach calm down a bit. You were fighting back your tears- you didn’t want to ruin the night even more.

“And besides, a restaurant seems a little cliche for a date.” The doctor cleared his throat and took a fork in his right hand. “If I was to ask you out on a date it would be something special.” He mumbled, but you heard him perfectly clear. “If you agreed, of course.”

“Really?” You asked- your voice still felt weak, but there was a bit of hope behind your eyes. “You would ask me on a date if you knew I would say yes?”

“I would ask you regardless of your answer and handle rejection like a big boy.” He said in a joking tone, but you knew he meant that. “But the timing doesn’t seem right right now, does it?” He smiled sadly at you and got busy with his food.

“What do you mean by that?” You asked, trying to decipher the meaning of Stephen’s words.

“I mean-” Your friend took a deep breath, looking you deep in the eyes. “You are still working for me. You are also living in a place where I’m technically the boss. I’m about to help you find a therapist.” Stephen explained. “I don’t want you to feel obligated to agree to go on a date with me just because you feel like you should.”

You were taken aback by this answer- not in a bad way. It showed that Stephen really cared about you. You never felt like you owed him anything, but he took your valuable state of mind into consideration which made you feel really appreciated. He wanted to make sure that you would feel comfortable in this relationship- that you wouldn’t feel trapped and obligated to being with him.

“I really appreciate that, Stephen.” You smiled, taking a spoonful of rice. “I wouldn’t say no if you asked me- not because I live under your roof. You are a great man and anyone would be lucky to have you.” A familiar warmth creeped up your face. It made you feel like a middle school child having their very first crush.

Stephen’s eyes shyly wandered around the room. Your words made his heart beat faster. He had to run the conversation in his head twice to make sure you really just said what he thought you said. The sorcerer wasn’t the best at showing his feelings- especially romantic ones- but with you it seemed to be much easier.

“I guess we’ll just have to wait and see where it gets us.” Strange replied, looking at you one more time. You locked eyes and smiled.

And for the first time in ages you didn’t worry about the future.

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“How was your session today?” Wong greeted you with a hug and a cup of fresh tea as you entered the kitchen. The smell of cheese hit your nostrils, making you salivate. Home sweet home.

“It was pretty good.” You said, taking a sip of your hot beverage.”I will probably get new meds soon.”

“That’s fantastic!” The librarian cheered.

Ever since Stephen helped you start therapy again you became more alive. You didn’t realise how much stuff affected your mental health until now. You’ve been going to that Doctor for 3 months now and you couldn’t believe how much changed in such a short amount of time. You were going easy on yourself- you were slowly unlearning your old self destructive behaviours like working 24/7 without a break or bottling up your emotions. Wong was very supportive and helped in any way he could. In some way your therapy helped him relax a bit. He promised to take you on a hike every weekend- something you loved doing when you were younger- and he didn’t say it often, but he loved that, too. It was your quality time with Wong. Even if he had a ton of work to do he always made sure to finish before the weekend, not wanting to miss that time with you.

And then there was Stephen. You’ve been in New York for almost 6 months now and Stephen was nothing but kind to you. Your relationship progressed very quickly and the two of you became best friends in no time. Of course there was still the question of your feelings, but you both agreed to give it time. But with every passing day you fell more and more for him. Little did you know that the sorcerer supreme felt the same way. He was still shy around you at times, but you always made sure you were both comfortable no matter what you were doing. You spent plenty of time together from practising spells to watching movies. You cherished all these moments.

You finished translating the last book a few weeks ago- Stephen and Wong insisted that you take a break and focus on your health. Work could always wait. The librarian convinced you to let him bind those books by himself so that you could have more free time. Those guys were the best thing that had ever happened to you.

“Is that lasagna I smell?” The doctor walked into the kitchen through a portal and took a seat right next to you.

“It is!” Wong said, proudly as he took the dish out of the oven and put it on the table. “Did you bring the wine?” He asked, looking around in hope to find a bottle.

“I didn’t know you wanted me to.” Stephen said, setting the table for the three of you. “I can go get it. There’s a few more bottles in the basement.”

“No, it’s fine. I will get them.” The librarian said and walked out of the room. He used it as an excuse to leave you and Stephe alone but you didn’t have to know that.

“I heard your session went well today.” The sorcerer spoke, sitting down on his chair.

“It really did.” You smiled, following his lead.

“What are your plans for today?” Your friend asked, wanting to make some small talk before executing his little plan and asking you out. This time officially.

“Oh, I think I have a date.” You said with a sprinkle of uncertainty in your voice.

Stephen was stunned by your answer- a little bit hurt, too. It wasn’t like you had swore to go on a date with him, but the things were going so well between you the doctor assumed you felt the same. Apparently that wasn’t the case and Stephen respected your decision.

“Oh, a date?”

“Yeah, I don’t know if he agrees though. He’s kinda busy with sorcery stuff and all that.” You bit your lip, trying to stop yourself from smiling.

Stephen exhaled in relief, with a smirk on his face.

“I’m sure he will find some time for you.” He announced, playing along. “He already cleared out his schedule for you.”

You giggled like a little kid, taking Stephen’s hand in yours and placing a gentle kiss on his knuckles. “It’s a date then, doctor.”

“I believe it is.”

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Bandage Wrap and some Sugar Chicken (Tony Stark X Depressed Reader)

Bandage Wrap and some Sugar Chicken

Tony Stark x Depressed Reader

By: @random-writer-4884

Description: After taking care of Tony and his mental health, your own mental health starts to collapse. You continuously push aside your own feelings until Tony and the team are away on a mission. While they're gone the temptation of the knife becomes a bit too much. (This fic is cannon divergent)

Content Warnings: Self Harm, Blood, cutting, descriptions of cutting, death, temporary death.

Nothing was wrong, per-say, you were just tired. It had been long. Long days, long weeks, long months. It had simply been long.

The fight against Loki had caused so many damages. The structural damage was glaringly obvious, although the repairs were happening quickly. I had watched as Stark Tower quickly became Avengers Tower. There have been a lot of changes to your home. You didn’t necessarily mind, it wasn’t too bad having more people to hang out with if you so chose to. Besides, you and Tony had a large handful of floors all to yourself. A few of those were only for you. And any floor you wanted to be out of reach for the avengers were entirely out of reach. Locked and kept strictly to you (and Tony).

Loki was under strict monitoring and was secluded to his own floor within the tower. With some help from the asgardians and shield, they were able to fashion some fancy, yet comfy, bracelets to keep him from using magic.

That was absolutely fantastic! Thor was very enthusiastic that his brother wouldn’t have to be locked in an asgardian prison (although it was rumored to be quite a nice place).

And while it was quite a well planned out solution, there was one thing that wasn’t taken into account.

Tony

The man who consistently pushes away his own thoughts and feelings for others. It's true that to the public eye he appears to be some spoiled rich man without a care in the world, no one has quite realized the impact becoming Iron-Man had made on him.

You had spent countless nights holding him while he suffered from Afghanistan, and how much trauma he had. Finally things had started to look up for him. He started doing some things for himself, smiling. How his smile lit up the room. Maybe it didn’t for others, but damn did it make you happy.

What no one had expected was for Tony to die. Granted he wasn’t dead now, but JARVIS had reported that once he fell from the wormhole and he was back online that Tony’s heart had stopped. It was a miracle he was alive, and while it was an amazing thing it left him with even more trauma.

More sleepless nights, he stopped smiling for himself again, and you did everything you could to be there for him. And after many more months of taking care of him you finally saw some progress. Smiles started returning, he was eating without having to be reminded. There were always bad days but it was so much better than before.

Of course nothing was exactly easy anymore. While you had been taking care of him, your own mental health had suffered. You wouldn’t call yourself suicidal, or even wanting to hurt yourself, but the knife was tempting.

Okay, maybe something was wrong, but you certainly weren’t going to admit that. Besides, Tony already had enough going on. With Loki living in the same building, it was hard to avoid the anxiety attacks.

Tony and the rest of the team were on a mission, you had a few hours left before they would return. Besides, once they did everyone would be exhausted, Tony would either lock himself into his workshop or he would go straight to bed. You had plenty of time all to yourself.

You went to your floor, and coded to lock Tony out. Although it really wouldn’t matter. No one would walk in on you.

“JARVIS, Turn off the cameras and audio surveillance in this room.”

“Miss, are you sure about that?” The AI pipped in relatively quickly

You sighed “Turn them off JARVIS.”

“Yes Miss.” Was the simple reply.

You sat down on the bed and pulled out your knife. You had made sure razors blades had been removed after Loki’s invasion, if for no other reason than because trauma can fuck with someones brain.

You took a deep breath and put the knife to your thigh.

Just one cut.

That turned into two

Into three.

Four…

Five…

Six…

You had forgotten how hard it could be once you started. The blood was addicting. Just a couple of droplets at first, then more. You had kept up with wiping it up, if for no other reason to avoid the question of blood on the sheets.

You sat for a few minutes, just wiping the blood as it fell. Not quite giving it the chance to stop. The pain stung, and it was somehow calming.

It was nice… until there was a loud knock at the door.

“JARVIS! I thought I locked down this floor!”

“You did Miss, but it has been overridden.” JARVIS calmly replied.

You quickly stuffed the knife and dirty towel under the sheets, ruffled your hair, and quickly hid underneath the covers. “Who is it?”

“It's me darling, open up please.”

It was Tony… and he wasn’t supposed to see this. You didn’t reply right away, and you heard his call to JARVIS.

“JARVIS, override the door lock and let me the hell in.”

Yeah that was expected. You heard a click and the door whirred open and closed as he walked in. You closed your eyes quickly, and slowly opened them when you felt his weight dip onto the bed.

“Good morning, sleepy head” he said as he placed his hand on your hair, gently brushing it aside. You faked a yawn and leaned into his hand.

“Morning. What time is it? You aren’t supposed to be back yet.” You said, trying to make it sound as sleepy and realistic as possible.

“It's late enough,” Tony said, “that you shouldn’t be in bed anymore.” He moved his hand so his thumb was right under your eye and gently rubbed in up and down. “And I’m home, because the mission didn’t need me anymore. Besides, I wanted to spend some time with you.”

“Tones that’s so sweet.” You feigned a stretch and another yawn. “I’ll get dressed and I’ll meet you in the living room in a few minutes and we can watch something or order some food.”

He nodded. Good, it would give you time to wrap this up and get dressed before he could figure it out. “Actually, I think I’d like to just stay here. Perhaps just some snuggles. I am a bit tired.”

“How about we get dinner! I’m sure you're absolutely starving! We could get some of the Shawarma you've been begging me to try?” You struggled trying to find anything to deter him from the bed.

He started to pick up the covers, and you quickly shuffled to try to pull them down.

“Darling” he started, before he even revealed your thighs “I know something is very wrong, and I need you to tell me. Otherwise I’ll find out myself. Alright?” You froze. There was no way you were getting out of this.

You weren’t speaking. Just staring at him in fear. What if he got angry? What if he threw you out?

He sighed as he continued lifting up the covers, revealing your thighs next to a bloody knife and towel. Tony looked from your thighs back into your eyes. You were shaking, and tears began to form in your eyes.

You closed your eyes and turned away, expecting some sort of outlash. Instead you were met with the towel gently pressing onto your thigh. You opened your eyes to watch him sit down next to you and gently dab at the wounds.

When he saw you staring he took one hand away to place on your face and gave a gentle kiss to your forehead. “It's alright sweetheart, I’ll be right back. I just need to grab something, alright?” You looked at him and nodded.

He got up from the bed and walked out the door, before it closed behind him you heard him call out to JARVIS. From there you couldn’t understand the conversation. So you simply sat there and waited for his return.

When you looked down at what you had done, you immediately felt terrible. Angry red lines glared back at you and you couldn’t stop the tears. With all you did to help Tony and not be a burden, here you are… being a burden to him.

He came back into the room a few minutes later, and sat down on the bed. He had a box in his hand that he set down so he could hold your face. “It's alright princess, cry all you need to. I’m right here for you.” With that he pulled you into his chest and held you as you cried, gently letting his fingers comb through your hair.

Once the sobs subsided, and you were left with some hiccups, Tony gently pulled you away from his chest. “I’m going to need to clean these now, is that alright darling?” You nodded as he opened the box he had set down. You didn’t watch as he cleaned it, but you felt as he gently wrapped it with a bangaging wrap.

When he was done, he slowly leaned over and gave you a gentle kiss on the forehead. He pulled away with a gentle smile.

“C’mon now sweetheart. Dinner should be here any time now. I had JARVIS order that sugar chicken stuff you like from, ugh what was it?”

“Panda Express, sir” Jarvis piped in

“Yeah! That! I had him get whatever you tend to get, I can never remember between Panda and the family run place a few blocks away.” He smiled as he got up from the bed and grabbed one of his seriously oversized shirts and handed it to you.

“This should be nice and comfortable. Be gentle on that leg. Try not to sleep on it or do anything strenuous. It shouldn’t be needing stitches, but if they get torn open I’ll have to send you to get some. For now they’re good though.”

Once you finished fumbling with the shirt he handed you, you looked back up at him. “Tony?” Your voice was barely more than a whisper. He hummed in response. “How did you know what to do? And why weren’t you angry? And-”

Tony gently puts a finger to your mouth to cut you off. “I’m not angry because no one should get angry over this. Clearly you're hurting, and it wouldn’t help to get angry.” He sat back down next to you before continuing. “I’ve had my struggles too sweetheart, I didn’t want to risk you getting an infection. I got one once and ooh it was a struggle to deal with on my own. I didn’t need the press to get involved.”

He pulled you into a hug when JARVIS spoke through the speakers. “While I am very sorry to interrupt you both, your dinner has arrived and Mr. Hogan is getting very impatient since he cannot leave the elevator.”

Tony chuckled as he stood up. You went to follow but he reached an arm under your shoulder blades and the other under your knees and picked you up. You started to protest but Tony simply ignored you as he sat you down on the couch.

As Tony strutted to the elevator you realized you never actually found out why he was back so early. “Tony! Why are you actually back so early?”

He turned back to look at you “Oh! Yeah! JARVIS told me that you had locked the floor, turned off the video and audio. I sorta figured something wasn’t right so I dipped out on the mission. They were fine without me.” He quickly turned on his heels and went to the elevator.

You looked up at the ceiling before shouting,

“JARVIS YOU TRAITOR!”

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writer-freak · 2 years ago

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Steve comforting you while having an anxiety attack

This fic doesn't use pronouns for reader (I think) and is about anxiety, dissociating, and having an anxiety attack from my personal experience so it will not be like that for everyone. Also English isn't my first language so I'm sorry for mistakes.

It ended up being less comfort than I thought but I wanted to leave it very open for a continuation. I am just feeling absolutely terrible at the moment and wrote this mostly to comfort myself and get everything out of my system. If you still read this anyways then I hope you enjoy my self-indulgent Steve story and maybe I write a continuation sometime in the future.

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Sometimes it was hard trying to ignore all your problems every day, and therefore at one point, you will break. Well, that point was right now, after having a terrible day with random people trying to talk to you. Then having classes with no one you knew, and also not being able to find your friends even between lessons. Everything that could go wrong just went wrong, and your friends not even waiting for you after school and leaving you all alone was just too much. Struggling every day believing that you were too much for everyone and that everyone around you just tolerated you and actually hated you. Nothing was helping with making you feel better, and the anxiety building in you just became too much to ignore. Making your way home on autopilot was definitely dangerous, but if you didn't, then the breakdown would be happening in public and that would make it even worse. With your brain totally in the clouds and trying to just get the day over with, you totally forgot that you planned to meet with Steve at your place after school. At first, you didn't even notice him, going straight past him to open your house door. Steve knew you better than anyone else, so when he saw you with that empty look in your eyes, he knew something wasn't right. When you walked past him and opened the door like he didn't exist, it just solidified what he thought. Before you could close the door in his face, he held it open and went inside with you. He was always there to help you through everything and from the past, he knew that at this moment you shouldn't be alone. You took your shoes off and made your way to your bedroom, Steve followed you, unsure if he should get you out of your trance or let it be. Before he could make his decision thought, you already broke yourself out of it. Being in the safe haven that is your room, you finally let everything go, sitting on your floor crying and just feeling overwhelmed about everything. Your brain continues filling with negative thoughts and has no way of stopping them. You just accepted your fate hoping that it would soon be over, knowing that it was never really gonna be. Steve slowly entered the room, seeing you like this hurt him so much. He tried to remember what you told him could help in these situations. One night, when you first opened up about everything that was going on with you, you also told Steve some things that are supposed to help. He also told you that night that you could always come to help for him, and that the fear that you had about him hating you for being too much was never gonna be true. Now actually being in the situation to help you he was nervous, he was just scared that he would make it worse. But leaving you alone also wasn't an option, so he carefully approached you. When he was in front of you he crouched down, your face was buried in your knees, so he spoke to alert you of his presence "Hey, it's me." He hoped that it wasn't obvious how unsure he was, but he tried to follow what you told him. He always was willing to be there for you because of how important you are to him. It was obvious to him that you two would always be together and he couldn't ever hate you, especially for something that wasn't your fault. So he carefully put a hand on yours, making sure that you weren't gonna flinch back by his touch. Then he carefully wrapped his arms around your shaking body, stroking your back and whispering that you would be okay…

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Like I said it ended up being very little comfort but I think there is gonna be more which will then just be fluff everything. I wish everyone a wonderful day and I thank you so much for reading.🖤💜

#steve harrington x reader #tw: anxiety #I literally just wrote this for myself #steve comfort #steve x reader #stranger things x reader #stranger things #self indulgent #tw: panic attack #tw:anxiety attack #angsty

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lupically · 4 years ago

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#FFF8EA | XIAO.

genre | fluff

word count | 2233

warning | mention of falling off a moutain

note | i just have some ideas for xiao...

"the yaksha is fond of you."

madame ping was no stranger to you. the kind old lady roaming around yujing terrace, often seen admiring flowers or brewing a cup of hot tea, was someone you come across every afternoon after school when you head to the censor to make a wish to rex lapis.

the conversation you two have had always been brief, mainly because you were always in a hurry to get to work. she never minded your urgency, blissfully talking about how fast-paced and active young people these days are, and simply being happy that you even stopped to let her hand you some glazed lilies from time to time.

interestingly, though, she stopped giving you glazed lilies after a while and began handing you some pretty qingxin instead.

you never questioned it. it was just flowers. you could live without being gifted only one kind of them for the rest of your life. but after today's incident—after the burning down of your school located just outside the city, as well as what madame ping told you with hearty laughter laced in her voice, you were starting to think the switch to qingxin meant something.

"the yaksha is fond of you."

you tightened your hands around the weak strap of your school bag, made out of bamboo after lots of trials and errors, and you tilted your head with increasingly furrowing brows.

"pardon me, the what is fond of me?"

"the yaksha, my dear."

you stared at her. the corner of your lips was quirking up in confused twitches, and she could see that you were fiddling uncomfortably on your spot because you truly have no idea what she was talking about. it was not because of the history of the yaksha that might have made you feel jittery and out of place, you simply had no idea!

madame ping smiled even harder at your innocent oblivion then. how could you have such ample knowledge of rex lapis and the adepti, but nothing about the yaksha? especially the one with his mark, a jade green glow surrounding you like fireflies, all over your aura?

maybe that was why xiao chose you.

or, at least, it was one of the reasons why he liked you.

it was because you knew nothing of him. you never think about him, you never talk about him, and you would never suspect the string of random good luck and trails of safe travels that have been following you around.

while it must be tearing him down on the inside; the fact that he wasn't being able to approach the one person who made his good deeds a choice rather than an order. it must be plaguing his mind and patience every day.

but, even then, your surprising lack of information about his identity does save him the pressure of being chased down by you.

it saves him the problem of being even further attached to you. it was already pressing on his breaking point when he went out of his way to watch over you, leaving trails of his magic over your mortal soul to keep you safe when he was busy. any further interaction would be disastrous.

logically, he knew he would fall for you, so he was doing preventive measures. he has to keep his chest sealed so his heart wouldn't jump toward you involuntarily; he has to keep his chest sealed so you couldn't see all the mess inside.

"oh, sweet child," madame ping cooed as she walked toward you. she whispered to herself, "you're being protected by an adeptus and you don't even know."

she brought up a qingxin from her pocket, the petals slightly wrinkled from the confined space. she tucked it carefully in the pocket of your shirt before patting the bloomed flower, almost as if she was reminiscing.

"this is his flower," she said.

you hummed, looking down at it. "this is his favorite flower?"

"i'm not sure about his favorite flower, but this is his flower," she replied casually.

you pursed your lips together. well, at least now you knew the qingxin did have something to do with the... yaksha... or whatever.

"madame ping... may i ask–"

"you can find him at qingyun peak," she cut you off calmly. "during the lantern festival. he is always there during the festival. it was for the quiet, he said, that old man."

you shut your mouth, surprised that she knew what you wanted to ask. "uh... qingyun peak... is kind of... a big place..."

"you will find him if he wants to see you," she said. "you can speak his name–xiao. he might not show himself to you, but if you have something to say, he's likely there to listen."

qingyun peak. the lantern festival. the yaksha.

right.

that was how you found yourself bearing the freezing night cold with just a thin shirt and a ragged fabric wrapped and tied around your torso, your hands hurting from grabbing sharp edges and rough rocks, and your anxiety increasing with every jump that not only would the almond tofu in your bag fall, but you would as well.

as opposed to watching xinyan play for the lantern festival, being warm and cozy from the warm city lights and the tasty street food, and maybe even letting go of a lantern yourself after making a wish, you were here. you were alone, climbing mountains for a chance.

all for a random boy madame ping told you about! someone who was supposedly fond of you—if this xiao guy was so fond of you, he would have shown himself the first three times you called his name at the bottom of the mountain!

"fond of me–what a joke," you said through gritted teeth as you hoisted yourself up on a small ledge. "i'm going to kick his ass so hard when i find him."

you let yourself pant for a minute, regaining your stamina as you groggily accessed the higher peaks above you. your eyes squinted in dismay, but something inside you—the curiosity for the truth, as well as the longing for a friend, also the anger for playful revenge—urged you to keep going.

"he better eats the almond tofu i made," you muttered to yourself as you moved closer to the mountain. "i even picked some flowers... for him."

jump after jump, you were close to making it to the second ledge when suddenly, a slime jumped and appeared above you. it looked surprised, mirroring your expression, and as it prepared itself to attack you after seeing your hands move, it stopped when it saw you fumble about in the air before you began to fall further away from itself.

you had let yourself go. out of surprise, and an instinct to grab a weapon, your hands moved away from the edge and you fell.

your mind raced as the wind hit your face, your falling body heavy against the current that desperately tried to take you up from the ledge you just climbed up from. you would surely die from the impact if you drop. even without dropping down to the bottom, you would still suffer from a painful death.

was there something to do? how did this happen, you were doing fine! what should you do, what could you do? you were falling already—what was there to do now? anything, something?

"i–archons–" you heaved with the cold air, your lungs squeezing inside you with fear as tears began to drip out of your eyes.

anything? anybody?

xiao?

"you can speak his name. he might not show himself to you, but if you have something to say, he's likely there to listen."

"xi–" your voice broke for a millisecond when you could see the green grass approaching quickly. you squeezed your eyes shut, and your voice was louder than you have ever allowed it to be.

you called his name, loud and clear.

the first thing you felt was a lightning strike. you opened your eyes at the electric feeling to find a flash of green. it was bright, close and bright, in a way that was blinding. but then the tail broke into gentle fragments as a pair of arms circled your body to catch you from the fall.

one arm went around your waist, the other hand securely tightened itself around the back of your neck to keep it from breaking from the impact of his fast landing.

xiao growled under his breath when his feet struck the ground in a heavy blow. he pushed your head to his shoulder, shielding your face away from the soil that bounced upward as a result.

quietness ensued after a moment of calm. you took the moment to access the situation—you were fine. someone, likely xiao, saved you from the fall. you were fine.

he dropped onto the ground, sitting on the cold grass with your body pressed close to his, when he heard that you began to sob from the accident.

despite feeling awkward and unsure, he kept quiet and let you vent out the post-accident fear so you could slowly bring in the relief that you were still alive. but his quietness was unwelcomed when you suddenly curled your fist and hit him across the shoulder.

"screw you! why didn't you just answer me when i–when i was at the bottom of the moun–mountain! screw you!"

you blamed him and you hit his shoulder repeatedly. your weak fist was nothing compared to the pain he has endured in the past, but your cries cut through him like glass in the most seamless pattern when he realized he was part of the reason why you had to go through that traumatic experience.

if he had just jumped down from the peak when he heard you the first time, this would not have happened.

xiao looked at the empty spot before him. his golden eyes glowed with a softness that has long fallen into the abyss, forever gone and forever abandoned. but he brought it back out now because he cares about you, and he is, ultimately, attached to you, and he loves you.

"you're right," he said, holding you close to him. "i'm sorry."

ever since you discreetly left the almond tofu on the roof of the wangshu inn, your shy figure hunched over in an apologizing manner because you were told that you were giving food to an important, albeit weird, guest, and your blissfully ignorant words of encouragement as you told him to go out and explore the world, to give it a chance so he could find people he would like.

ever since then, he has loved you, in fragile and discreet ways, in unwavering and patient ways, in protective and caring ways.

"i love you, i'm sorry."

you stopped sobbing almost immediately, and he was afraid he might have said the wrong thing.

wasn't it what he was supposed to do? verr told him to speak his mind once. just be truthful with his feelings and nothing could go wrong. was he not supposed to show his affection blatantly, as he would his complaints and opinions?

"that... that is going a little too fast for me, xiao," you joked. "let's settle with appreciating each other for now."

he heard you laugh, causing the weight of his heart to drop, like finding lights in a fog, like seeing the lanterns in the night sky and realizing that there are more people alive with you than you think.

"thank you, for saving me," you said kindly then, your fist long stopped hitting him and was now patting his shoulder.

"always."

“but burning my school down is not the best approach for... whatever it was you were trying to help me with.”

xiao blinked in confusion, then realization hit him. he almost forgot about that! he was, shockingly, dwelling in the prideful fact that because he literally destroyed the building, you would be free of school for the day, and therefore not having to face all the hardships inside the walls he could not venture past. he thought it was the best thing to do, second to beating up everyone, which he politely opposed to.

“i am not sorry about that,” he muttered. “it was what i thought was best.”

he could feel you grin in his embrace. your laughter reverberated in the air, making his magic glow around you both. it was like nothing he has felt before. he wanted to stay like this—in this position where you were engulfed by him, where he could surround you with himself instead of the fireflies of green he has left behind, where he was with you in a way it was entire, in a way he could feel your beating heart against his own.

you are pressing onto his breaking point.

you are going to open him up, see him whole, and renovate his insides to your will. you are going to take his heart from his chest, breaking through his ribcage made feeble from his sheer affection for you, and claim it as your own. you are going to make him love, like sharp knives, like soft breaths, like tragic past, like warm blood, you are going to make him love.

you are pressing onto his breaking point.

and xiao lets you.

because you will be worth the tragedy, you will be worth everything.

#genshin x reader #genshin imagines #xiao x reader #genshin impact xiao #genshin impact imagines #genshin x you #genshin impact x reader #genshin xiao #genshin xiao x reader #genshin impact x you #genshin impact #xiao imagines #xiao x you #xiao scenarios #genshin scenarios #genshin impact scenarios

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lokisprettygirl · 3 years ago

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Hit me Baby, One more Time (Wrestler Loki x Female Reader)

Read chapter 52 here

Chapter 53

Summary : Frigga tells you and loki the whole truth

Warning : Mental health discussion, mentions of abuse, toxic parenting, toxic behaviour, gaslighting

"What are you talking about?" Loki glared at her and she sighed deeply before she started clarifying what she meant.

"Few months ago Thor told me that you followed some random girl on your social media profile which he thought was very unusual"

"You were stalking me?" Loki glared at Thor and he just winked in response

"Always brother..I knew this girl wasn't just a random hookup or one of your subs, during the train journey I realized how loyal she was to you even though she had no obligation to do so" Thor said. You just didn't know what to think anymore, what was happening here?

"Then I met her in the store when she came to LA and I just knew in my heart that she was the one who will help you Loki but I had to test her" Frigga's explanation irked you even further, your anxiety had built up to the point of anger now

"Tessst me?" Your voice came out all squeaky because you couldn't understand how or why she would do this?

"Not just you, him too..that's why Thor stalked you, all this time, he only did what I asked him to" she sobbed a little and you ran your hands through your hair as you thought of every encounter you have had with him, that night in the club when he told you that loki was delusional and kidnapped frigga.

"In the club, you lied to me on purpose..why did you do that?" You asked Thor, your eyes met with Loki and he was just as confused as you were

"So we could see whether you'd stay around after that and clear this out with him or you'd run"

"That's just insane, do you realize that?" You raised your voice at him, who do they think they are? Definitely not gods anymore.

"I do, but it has to be done..I sent Sandra as well, I called the paps on you two, that bartender that drugged him, I did everything to create a rift between you two"

Loki attacked him instantly as soon as he heard that, he started punching Thor and you could hear Frigga screaming at him to stop but he didn't listen. She looked at you and that's when you finally moved and got between them

"Lokii stop pleasee" he heard your voice and then he looked at you, he felt as betrayed as you did in the moment. All this time you thought Thor was an asshole but maybe that would have been better than this.

"Just listen to me little mischief please" Frigga called out to him and his eyes teared up

"Why mama? Why would you do that to us?" He asked her softly, he felt deeply hurt by the revelation, everything that has happened in the past few months was their doing. They planned and watched as you both argued or bickered over it.

"To save you loki, to save your life, when I found out about my illness, I knew I had to let you go and find your own person, you never did anything for yourself, I never protected you when I should have..I remember that day loki..the day you tried to leave me forever"

"The day I killed your husband?" He snickered

"The day you tried to kill my son..I remember that day, I knew I never could fight for you when as a mother it was my responsibility, I failed horribly. You needed to find someone who of your own Loki and I had to make sure she was the one"

"So you tried to cause problems between us, made us suffer and cry because you were trying to protect him?" You crossed your arms and she looked at you

"I understand that you're upset with it y/n, I don't blame you.. but I don't expect you to understand why I had to do this, you'll understand when you become a mother someday, I did whatever I could to save my Loki. You have no idea what he would have done after me, this career, fame, money, it's all for me. I needed him to find hope, a will to live for something or someone other than me. I needed him to live for himself" Her voice choked as she finished her sentence

"So we passed your test, is that why you're telling me all this?" You asked her and she shook her head.

"No I wanted to tell you both the truth before I die, I knew you both never would have believed Thor after I'm gone"

Loki shook his head and he sat down on the couch, he placed his head down in his palms and sobbed his heart out

"Lokiii" you sat down next to him and wrapped your arms around his shoulders. Your hand caressed his head in a comforting manner.

"See..This is what I wanted..that's all..for him to have someone to hold once I'm gone.. I didn't want him to lose himself.. when I met you, I knew you were the one.. he opened up to you, revealed his past and no matter what he told you, you were there for him"

"But I wasn't" you looked at her and her eyes teared up. If she did everything to test you then there was this time when you ran, when he felt too much in the moment and you ran, Did she pay your mother? you didn't want to think about it.

"I left..i left, I broke his heart"

"Not really you didn't want to leave I know that, you just needed a break" you furrowed your brows as you looked at her

"Yes but he didn't know that and he refused to listen to me and he wouldn't have if it wasn't..wasn't for my accident"

Loki's eyes widened as you mentioned your accident, it wasn't really an accident you both knew that.

"Don't tell me you paid my mother to hurt me..don't tell me that you ruined my career, took away my dreams, my ability to walk for days just so you could bring us closer"

Frigga looked at Thor and her silence was the answer enough for you.

"Mother, tell her the truth" Loki asked her, for the first time in his life he didn't call her mama and it hurt her to the core.

"What you know is not the whole truth" Loki got up instantly and paced around the room, he could have forgotten about everything, she did it to protect him but he can't and won't forgive himself knowing that she'd try to hurt you like that.

"If I may interject-" Loki heard Thor's voice and he instantly picked up the vase from the coffee table and threw it at him, which Thor instantly caught in his hands.

"We never intended to hurt her.. not like this" Thor said

"Then what is the truth tell me" you walked over to him as you asked him

"I was keeping an eye on you and your dance partner, I noticed that you had lost your focus after leaving my oaf brother and Mack was distraught and he was going to hurt you anyways to bring his new partner. He was already talking shit about how incompetent you were to everyone. I'm sure you heard those rumors too but chalked it up to gossip.

Mother always told me that Loki told her about your mom and how she treated you, she had her doubts, trust me when I say this even though you won't believe me.. I went to your mother and asked her to fake an accident, just something that'll make you go back to Cleveland so you'd leave the competition and be safe from Mack. My mother may seem as if she didn't care about you at all during all this but she does. Your own mother turned on you, that's not what I paid her to do or asked her to. She had no idea that he intended to do it anyway so she paid him to hurt you..me or mum ..we never wanted that but in a way I helped get rid of a selfish mother and a snake friend, is it really the worst thing in the world? "

You started to sob as you heard him, every cell in your body felt overwhelmed with every information you heard, all of it felt too much. Everything that happened between you and Loki was planned by his own mother, she sent Thor to create a ruckus between you two just so you'd communicate, clarify and she hoped it would strengthen your relationship with him. A gamble really, it all could have gone wrong, very wrong. Loki hugged you instantly as he heard your cries. This was all his fault, he never should have involved you in his fucked up life. He tried to calm you down but you seemed inconsolable so he got up and glared at both Frigga and Thor

"She didn't deserve this, none of this, you two played with her life as if she was a puppet, do you have any idea how stressed she has been in the past few months? I unloaded my life worth of pain and abuse on her in just few months, I made her cry more than I made her happy and it's all because of you two"

"We did it to protect you Loki.." she wheeled towards him but he took a step back

"It's still not okay, not fair to her, yeah she passed your test is it so? After everything she learned about me she's still willing to love me and I'm so fucking thankful for her existence but she didn't deserve this..none of this"

"You never would have opened up to her if it wasn't for Thor feeding her those things from your past"

He shook his head and then he grabbed your arms and took you to the bedroom, he hugged you and tried to calm you down but you couldn't stop thinking about everything that has happened in the past few months. Everything was planned and done to test her and whether or not you'd stick around for him. Even though frigga said otherwise it still felt that way.

"It's too much.. everything is too much" your voice choked up and he couldn't take the sight of you being so shattered again

"I know I know birdy and I'm so sorry"

"It's not your fault..it's not" you didn't want him to think that way, none of this was his doing.

"But it is..they did this for me because I was alone and fucked up..but it's still not okay or fair to you and it would never be no matter how they try to justify it. The manipulation, the gaslighting, it's not okay, it's never okay and I'm sorry my own mother tried to do that to you" you wrapped your arms around his neck tightly and hugged him.

"I love you..I do..I'm just so sad" you sobbed in his arms and held you until you calmed down, once you did he got up and started to pack your stuff in a bag.

"Loki..what are you..what are you doing baby" you instantly got up from the bed but he continued to shove your things in the bag.

"The house I got for you? You are going to live there from now..away from her, or Thor or me for that matter"

"No no stop..don't push me away Loki..baby please" you started sobbing again so he cupped your cheeks and kissed you again. Then he told you his reason and you understood it too. Maybe you both needed this. Frigga and Thor played you two all this time, your relationship with him was fabricated by them and he was done, with toxicity and manipulation. He needed you both to be free from his past.

Frigga's eyes widened as Loki and you walked out with your bag in his hand, he was going to drop you to the house himself.

"Please don't punish him for my mistake, I'm sorry my child, punish me if you have to" Frigga apologized to you so you walked over to her and hugged her. She was sick and you didn't want to upset her further.

"I'm not..trust me, it's for his own good" you said to her what she kept saying to him all this time and then you left the house, went away from his life and his people. After Loki dropped you off, you gave him a kiss before he drove away, then he went back to the mansion, Thor was still there and loki needed to make it clear that none of this would change how he felt about Thor.

"This doesn't change anything between us, I'm still going to kick your ass in the final round, and I'm going to win this tournament, remember that" Frigga cried as she saw him being so aloof again, his voice held no emotion, she felt as if everything she did was pointless. She tried to protect him from years worth of abuse in the past few months and that's where she went wrong it seemed.

When Loki went back to his room, he cried his heart out. The bed felt empty without you, he missed your warmth, your touch, your kisses, he missed you around him in every sense of the word but unlike before this time he had hope. And he found it because of you and he knew he'd never let you or that hope go away or fade again.

"No no stop..don't push me away loki..baby please"

"I'm not..I'm not pushing you away,I never would, you're mine, I'm yours okay? But you need to breathe my love, my darling you need to breathe and you can't ..not here..not with my past hanging over your head, you want me to heal right? I'll get help and I'll get back to you I promise, I'm not leaving and I don't want you to leave me ever, but you need to give me time so I can make this relationship healthy for both of us and not just me" he kissed you softly and you shook your head. You didn't want to abandon nor did you intend to.

"But I want to be there for you baby..I want to be here ..I love you"

"And I'm blessed, truly blessed that you do, let me take care of you too okay? We help each other and that's how it will always be"

"So we are not breaking up right?" You asked him and your lips trembled, you felt scared, you can't imagine your life without him.

"I could never break up with my birdy, not after everything she has been through with me, for me, I would never give up on us. But you need to breathe darling, I love you and you need to do your own thing, get back to your reality and work for the dream you want, that's what you wish for right?" you hugged him tightly as he finished his words.

"A fresh start, a new beginning, we deserve that don't we? And we will have it all, I'll give you the world my love I promise"

Even though Frigga hurt you in a way you understood why she felt the need to do it, you were not a mother but you loved Loki and you'd go to any length to protect him as well. After that day, you didn't see loki for days, he'd call you, chat with you but he didn't come see you and nor you asked him to. You found a job and even started dancing slowly. He qualified every round in the tournament, you wished to be there for him for each one of them but you couldn't. He didn't want you to, he needed you to focus on yourself. He also started the therapy even though he said he'd do it after the tournament, why the wait?

He was fighting his brother in the finale, Thor vs Loki, that's all people talked about. The match was scheduled for three days later and it was his birthday tomorrow. So you went out and got him something, you contemplated whether you should give him this or not but you knew it would make him happy. So you went to the mansion when he wasn't there with his gift and a card, placed it on his bed and left before he'd come back.

That day When Loki walked into his room, his eyes teared up instantly. He missed you so much already, every second of his life without you felt meaningless now but he was doing this so both of you could heal. Everything they had been through might have been his mother's doing but the emotions were real, the love you two had for each other was real and it was as precious as it could be. He picked up the card and the message made him smile.

"We'd always be there for you from now and nobody will take us away. I promise, I love you. Happy birthday Little baby. Love from big birdy and little birdy 💚"

He wiped his tears away and sat down on the bed, then he brought his hand forward, the baby cockatoo instantly jumped on his hand. That made him sob and excited like that 6 year old Loki, A life he should have gotten began the day when he packed your stuff and sent you away. A fresh new start with the woman of his dreams. A life filled with love and his birdies

"Hello little birdy"

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jenoismydad · 4 years ago

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hello, can i request nct dream reaction to s/o kissing their neck a lot? tysm 🧡

A/N: adding jisung but nothing sexual for his part okay :) reaction is under the read more

NCT DREAM’S REACTION TO YOU KISSING THEIR NECK

mark

he’s just playing his guitar

when you come up behind him and rest your head on his shoulder

he smiles to himself but doesn’t stop strumming

your arms wrap around his waist and start pressing light and warm kisses onto his shoulder

he doesn’t react to your actions and continues playing

eventually, your kisses start trailing up his neck

and soon enough your sucking small marks into it

he absentmindedly tilts his head to give you more access

the melodies he plays become simpler and quieter

which tells you that you he’s focusing on you now

when you halt your kisses, the music stops

he turns to look at you

so you use it as an opportunity to crash your lips onto his

he pulls away and stares at you knowingly

“you’re horny aren’t you?”

you don’t even need to answer him because he knows he’s correct

he smirks and places his guitar to the side, pulling you onto his lap instead so that he can give you what you want

renjun

he’s sound asleep, peacefully napping in the middle of the day

you’re bored and you have nothing to do

plus, you might just be craving his cock after the wonderful night you spent with him

so after minutes of contemplating, you peel the blanket off his body and straddle him, careful not to wake him up

staring at his face as he rests, you can’t deny how breathtakingly beautiful he looks

so you press a soft kiss to his temple

then to his cheek

next his jaw and after that, his neck

he’d marked you up pretty well last night so you figured the least you could do was return the favour

and hence you softly suck on his exposed skin, running your tongue over the faint bruises your created

it makes him stir in his sleep

that doesn’t matter to you though and you continue doing what you’re doing

finally, he wakes up, hands flying to grip your waist as he assess what’s going on

he sits up, bringing you with him and cups your jaw

“i guess last night wasn’t enough for you huh?”, he says in amusement

he then pushes you down on the bed, fingers hooking straight into your shorts which he peels off with ease

content to see that you’re not wearing anything else underneath, he shares one last look with you before diving in between your legs and making you scream

jeno

he’s playing video games

well he has been for the past 4 hours

and you’re having serious separation anxiety even though you’ve been in the same room as him for so long

he leans back, yawning tiredly while stretching his body

you take that as an opportunity to come up behind him and give him a hug

he smiles and pulls you onto his lap where you return to hugging him again

his game resumes, fingers aggressively clicking away at the keyboard

you kinda want him to stop playing and more attention to you

so you decide to distract him by kissing his neck

he doesn’t react and so you keep kissing him

eventually small pecks turn to wet open mouth kisses

before you know it, you’re sucking dark marks into his skin while your hips roll over his

his breaths start getting deeper so you know you’re having quite the affect on him

soon enough, he switches the computer off and pushes his chair back, unable to control himself any longer

“get on your knees”, he speaks, voice low and raspy

you don’t hesitate to confide, doing as he says without wasting a second

he stands up from the chair, freeing his cock from its restraints

“keep your mouth open and take me like a good girl.”

haechan

you both are cuddling in bed

you’re laying on top of him, face snuggled comfortable between his neck and shoulder

he’s telling to you about what happened when he’d gone to visit his family

but you stopped paying attention ages ago

his skin is warm against your lips and you can feel the faint beating of his heart

the sensation is transfixing

and you just can’t resist any longer

so you kiss his neck

he pauses

his fingers that were drumming on your back too come to a halt

“aren’t you gonna do it again?”, he asks

you push yourself up and look at him with a happy smile

“did you like it?”, you ask, leaning down to kiss his lips

just as your about to pull away, he cups your jaw, bringing your mouth back on his

“it was fine, but i prefer getting kissed here.”, he says, puckering his lips dramatically

the action makes you both burst out into a fit of laughter

pecking his lips one last time, you lay your head on his chest, smiling to yourself

jaemin

you asked him to help you organize your closet

so now he’s busy hanging up your coats and jackets

meanwhile your hugging him, humming random tunes into his neck and giving him a few kisses here and there

you might even have marked him up just a bit

he pays you no mind and continues about his task as if you aren’t clinging onto him

that is, until you softly sink your teeth into his skin

he freezes and looks down at you cautiously

“did you just bite me?”

instead of answering him, you stand up on your toes and kiss him, biting his bottom lip as you pull away

something just flips in him when you do that

letting go of the clothing hanger in his hand, he narrows his eyes and holds you close

“what are you up to?”, he asks, voice low and demanding

you don’t say anything, enjoying his demeanor more than you’d ever like to admit

“come on, say something. if you don’t i’ll just have to suck it out of you.”

the suggestiveness in his voice is exciting and so you decide not to give in

nothing needs to be said further and he picks you up, throwing you on the bed

he tugs his shirt off before hovering over you and leans down so that his lips ghost over your ear

“since you don’t feel like talking, i don’t want to hear a word from you. if you make a single noise, then i’m sure you’re smart enough to know what to expect.”

chenle

you both are playing a game where you kiss each other somewhere and the person who reacts first is the loser

the penalty is that the loser gets a hickey from the winner

for your turn, you decide that you’ll attack his neck

cause you know he’s the most ticklish and sensitive there

you also know the exact spot where he’s the most sensitive

using this knowledge to your advantage, you press a long kiss on his skin

his hands ball into fists on either side of him and you know he’s trying hard not to give in

but the way you’re kissing his neck is so tantalizing and he can’t help but let out a shaky breath

you draw back and point at him, beaming excitedly

you’d won the game

he groans defeatedly and falls to the ground

“now sir, where would you like to be marked.”, you ask giddly, dancing about

he tugs his shirt down and looks at you with a smirk

“here please.”, he says pointing to his collar bone

you return his smirk and sit down next to him, licking your lips as you prepare to deliver your token of victory

“scandalous, i like it.”, you giggle, leaning down and sucking a dark bruise on his skin

let’s just say that he didn’t mind returning the favour

jisung

while you’re busy finishing your homework, he’s laying on your bed with his nose stuffed in the game he’s playing on his phone

once you feel like you’ve done enough for the day, you come and sit down next to him

he’s still very much occupied in the game so he pays you no mind

you decide to be cheeky and lay down next to him, cuddling into his side

he doesn’t react to your proximity and so, you snuggle your face into his neck

he freezes for a moment, but once he gets accustomed to the ticklish feeling of your breath on his skin, he resumes his game

that’s when you stick your tongue out and subtly lick his neck

the action makes him jolt and he looks down at you with wide eyes

you only smile at him and reach up to quickly kiss his lips

which makes him go red in the face because you caught him off guard

he gets back to his game and you start dotting kissing on the space of his neck

he keeps flinching because it tickles but he doesn’t complain

he actually likes it very much and would like for you to continue

eventually, you get tired of his unresponsiveness

so you begin peppering kissing on his jaw, his cheeks and his nose

soon enough, your straddling him, staring into his eyes with a knowing grin

he tosses his phone to the side and cups your cheek, pulling your lips down on his and simply kisses you for hours on end

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skipps-writes-for-gojo-satoru · 4 years ago

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Updated 24/6/2021

∞ Oneshots/Scenarios

Trying to wake him but only to be cuddled

Gojo & S/O take Megumi as their son

S/O not used to compliments

Taking pictures of his S/O

S/O Insecure of their relationship

Sees his eyes for the first time

S/O who’s having an anxiety attack

S/O wiping Gojo’s kiss

Gojo wiping S/O’s kiss

Comforting a sad S/O after a mission

S/O wears Gojo’s shirt

S/O makes Gojo eat spicy food

S/O who helps Gojo (MANGA SPOILERS)

Comforting a sad S/O

Comforting a sad S/O 2

Ex to Lovers

Reader most romantic confession

Gojo’s Birthday Fic 2020

Comforting stressed S/O

Geto kidnapping Wife!Reader

Dog!Gojo Satoru x Reader

Comforting childhood bestfriend

Husband material

Flower giving

If only I had somewhere to sit

Mommy kissing Santa Claus

Comforting Gojo

Gojo having a nightmare

Cheering up his S/O

Gojo making reader laugh in a meeting

Clingy in the morning

In the shower

One of These Nights

From Behind

Gojo caught crying

A Taste?

Early Mornings

Gojo & the twins wanting another baby I

Gojo & the twins wanting another baby II

A Promise

Reader getting her period and Gojo notices

Lazy & Affectionate

Telling him you’re pregnant

The Gojo twins visiting Jujutsu HIgh

∞ Headcanons

Engagement Headcanons

Chubby S/O

Gojo turned into a child

F!Short & Strong S/O

Newborn curse reader

Curious childlike reader

S/O who is good at hand to hand combat

Cuddling Headcanons

Pregnancy Headcanons

Reader afraid of rejection

Tall & Strong Cursed Spirit

Suicidal Reader

Long haired reader

Big sister reader

Affectionate S/O

Celebrate reader’s birthday

Toxic lover

What does Gojo Satoru smell like?

Working out

Type of girl Gojo would fall for

Pregnant reader wants to decorate for Christmas

Gojo wanting a baby

Gojo trying to make stotic!reader smile

Gojo Twins #1

M!Strong & Short S/O

S/O memory loss

Popular F!Reader

S/O turns into a child

Shy S/O

S/O protects Gojo

Clumsy S/O

Day off with Gojo

Shopping with Gojo

Valentine’s Day

Insecure skinny S/O

Gojo x Idol!Reader

Agrument with his S/O

Merman!Gojo

∞Skipps Imagines

Why?

My Everything

A Moment

Afternoon Naps

I’ll be here

∞Random Gojou Satoru Headcanons Series

1 2 3

∞ SFW Alphabet

SFW Satoru Gojo Edition

∞ Prompt Event

Fluff # 12 “Could you say that again?” “Were you listening?” “No I was, I just like hearing your voice”

Fluff prompt #26 “You’re really warm.”

Fluff Prompt # 1 “Is that my shirt?” “You mean our shirt?”

Fluff Prompt # 44 “You’re an idiot.” “But I am your idiot.”

Fluff Prompt #19 “ You know, I think my (mother/father/parents) would be proud if I brought (you/him/her/them) home.”

Fluff Prompt #18 “You come here often?” “Well considering I work here, yes” #27 “Are you blushing?”

Fluff Prompt #4 “Kiss me.” & #13 “ I didn’t think it was possible to love someone this much.”

Fluff Prompt #7 “You’re an idiot.” “But you love me.”

Fluff Prompt #10 “Stop moving and let me braid your hair!”

Fluff Prompt #39 “You’re safe now, I’m here.”

Fluff Prompt #9 “You took all the pillows so I’m using you as one.” #26 “You’re really warm.”

Fluff Prompt #31 “I’m never gonna to leave you. I promise” #44 “You’re an idiot. But I am your idiot.”

Fluff Prompt #4 “Kiss me” and General Prompt #17 “Are you jealous?”

Fluff Prompt #30 “I’ve been in-love with you since we were kids.”

Fluff Prompt #16 “Can you just please hold me ?”

Fluff Prompt #7 “ You’re an idiot.” “But you love me.” General #17 “Are you jealous?”

General prompt #46&#48 “Are they really just a "friend”? “I won’t hurt you”

General Prompt #2 “It’s pouring rain, why are you here?” #50 “I didn’t have anywhere else to go.”

General Prompt 17 “Are you jealous?”

General Prompt #17 “Are you jealous?” & #25 “She doesn’t belong with him!” “Than who does she belong with?” “with me…”

Angst prompt # 28 “Move out of my way before I make you”

Angst Prompt #12 “Maybe they were right, you never did change.” & #14 “ Don’t you dare walk away from this!”

Angst Prompt #21 “It’s (her,him,they), isn’t it?” & #36 “They warned me about this.” “About what?” “You.”

Angst Prompt #6 “You’re lying to me again. Why can’t you just tell me the truth for once?"

Angst Prompt #47 “ You deserve so much better.” #48 “Give me one reason why I shouldn’t leave.”

Angst Prompt “If you love me please let me go, please…”

∞ Winter Prompt Event

Winter Prompt #1 “What do you mean we’re out of hot chocolate?”

Winter Prompt #2 (Cuddling by the fireplace)

Winter Prompt #13 “Your hands are freezing!”

Winter Prompt #14 “ Aren’t you cold like that?”

Winter Prompt #17 (watching movies under a pile of blankets)

Winter Prompt #18 (snowball fight)

Winter Prompt #22 (kissing in the snow)

Winter Prompt #32 “There’s no way I’m letting you spend Christmas alone.”

Winter Prompt #37 (stuck in a snow storm)

Winter Prompt #38 “ You’re under the mistletoe so stop stalling and just kiss.”

Winter Prompt #43 “What do you mean Santa’s not real?”

Winter Prompt #50 “Those were for Santa!”

Winter Prompt #54 (Winter power outage) Gojo Satoru Edition

Winter Prompt #56 “Shhhh, don’t tell her/him!”

Winter Prompt #60 “I feel like there’s more frosting on you than on the gingerbread.”

Winter Prompt #10 “Where did all this mistletoe come from?” #61 “What are you doing with that mistletoe-oh.” #64 “I guess… this is when we kiss?”

Winter Prompt #65 “No, we’re not getting a puppy for Christmas. Stop. Asking.”

Winter Prompt #66 “ You don’t put marshmallows in your hot chocolate? YOU HEATHEN”

Winter Prompt #68 (Winter Proposal)

Winter Prompt #70 “You’re perfectly welcome to kiss whoever you wa-”

Winter Prompt #72 “Did everyone else come with a date?”

∞Smut Prompt Event (1k Followers Event)

Smut Prompt #21 “You’re bigger than I expected.”

Smut Prompt #54 “ You’re going to regret that, sweetheart.”

Smut Prompt #55 “Were you dreaming about me again?”

Smut Prompt #1 “We’re in public, you know.”

Smut Prompt #3 “Can you help me with this zipper?”

Smut Prompt #28 “Oh god, how can you manage to switch from cute to sexy in under a second?”

Smut Prompt #53 “What do you mean not yet? You can’t expect me not to cum when you’re fucking me so good!”

Smut Prompt #16 “Forget the bed. Let’s fuck right here.”

Smut Prompt #11 “You’re really gonna make me beg for it?”

Smut Prompt #5 “Are you trying to turn me on right now? Because it’s working.”

Smut Prompt #44 “If I have to pull over, you won’t be able to walk for the next week.”

Smut Prompt #46 “You’re not allowed to cum without my permission.”

Smut Prompt #6 “I’d hold on to something it I were you.”

Smut Prompt #27 “Is that a gun in your pocket or are you just pleased to see me?”

Smut Prompt #42 “I know for a fact you’re a lot louder than that.”

Smut Prompt #41 “I’m gonna fuck you so hard that you forget you ever even met that asshole.”

Smut Prompt #39 “ Angel in the streets, freak in the sheets.”

Smut Prompt #15 “Try to keep quiet. We don’t want to get caught.”

Smut Prompt #48 “Holy shit, you’re so fucking sexy like that.”

∞Physical Affection Prompt

Physical Affection Prompt #11 (Back hugs)

Physical Affection Prompt #1 (Pats on the head)

Physical Affection Prompt #9 (Wiping away their tears)

Physical Affection Prompt #18 (Wiping food away from their lips)

Physical Affection Prompt #23 (A hug some might consider too long)

Physical Affection Prompt #7 (Squishing their cheeks)

Physical Affection Prompt #8 (Brushing hands by accident)

Physical Affection Prompt #15 (The biggest warmest hug)

Physical Affection Prompt #13 (Kissing someone’s forehead)

Physical Affection Prompt #6 (Chasing after their lips after they pull away)

Physical Affection Prompt #25 (Playfully biting)

Physical Affection Prompt #4 (A hug after not seeing them for a long time)

Physical Affection Prompt #21 (Accidently knocking your head against their chin)

Physical Affection Prompt #22 (Kissing their cuts/bruises/scratches)

∞Incorrect Jujutsu Kaisen Quotes

#1 #2 #3 #4 #5 #6 #7

∞ Skipps Art

Random Gojo 1

Cat ears for Gojo

Dog Hybrid Gojo

Happy New Year 2021

Mochi Gojo

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thehellhound101 · 3 years ago

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Home Away from Home

A/N: I know it’s been six months since the announcement of this, and it’s not even really finished, but here it is! Peter needs some love. Thank you for your patience! Any feedback will be appreciated!

Summary: Reader gets a surprise family visit but is too stressed and tired to deal with them so she visits the one place she can find some peace.

Warnings: reader is female, suggests that reader is skinny, age gap, fluff, anxiety

You tapped your fingers angrily on your leg as you waited for the elevator to stop at the top floor of the apartment building. This was the only place you could think of that would have some peace and quiet.

You had had a long and tiring day at work and when you were finally free to go home and treat yourself to a nice bath, sleep, and relaxation from a hot summer day, you found that you weren’t able to do that either. As soon as you opened your door, you had the delight of learning your family had decided to make a surprise visit. Now, you were excited to see everyone, your mom, dad, and younger sister since you hadn’t seen them since Christmas, but you were just not in the mood to deal with the bombardments that families bring. You lived half way across the country from them so you were bound to be confronted with questions about your life, job, friends, where the towels in your house are. You made up some excuse saying you had plans to go out with a friend already, but to make themselves at home.

The elevator dinged and the doors opened to reveal a small hallway with only one door. Your sneakers squeaked on the grey tile floor as you made your way towards the single door. As you walked you let your mind drift to your past with the man who lives here.

You had first moved to Beacon Hills when you started attending the community college in the area. Your family could not for the life of them figure out why you wanted to go to a random school in basically the middle of nowhere. You had never even been to California before and there was no real reason why you should study there, except the fact that you felt drawn there. You had been there for a year when a string of animal attacks started occurring and it just got weirder from there. You never knew why until you met a girl by the name of Lydia Martin. Ever since you were 15, you would have dreams of things about to happen, particularly people’s deaths. You sometimes saw and heard things no one else ever did. It didn’t make sense until Lydia revealed that, like her, you were a banshee.

After meeting her, she introduced you to the rest of her friends that were involved in the supernatural world. You were soon brought in and became apart of the so called pack and in between studying and working a part time job, they taught you all they knew about the supernatural.

Part of that education included the reason behind those animal attacks. Peter Hale. You had obviously met him before and if you didn’t feel intimidated by him before, you sure did then. You understood why everyone told to keep your distance from him. But as time went on and more and more supernatural entities posed a threat to Beacon Hills, you found yourself spending more and more time with the former Alpha. You’d stay after pack meetings at Derek’s loft and watch late night TV shows while Peter read on the couch. After a few nights of this, he joined you in watching. Then you two started conversing more and more and the next thing you knew he was bringing you dinner when you were working late or spending too much time studying. He would sometimes try to help you with homework you didn’t understand. He became a completely different person when he was around you. He even came to your college graduation.

When the Ghost Riders came to town, you were the only one who remembered Peter. While everyone was worried about Stiles, you worried about Peter. Of course you cared about Stiles, but Peter was more important to you. When you heard that Peter was in the hospital you dropped everything and sped down there to see him. The first words out of his mouth were, “I knew you wouldn’t forget me, Sweetheart”. You had given him a small smile. “Never,” you replied. You’d be lying to yourself if you said that you hadn’t developed feelings for him. The thought of losing him forever and being the only one who knew him made you realize how deep those feelings were. But you didn’t say anything.

Now here you were in front of Peter’s door desperate for some time to be able to de-stress. You knocked on the blue door three times and waited. Not even a minute later, Peter opened the door and smiled. “Well, isn’t this a surprise.”

Not in the mood for conversing, even with Peter, you got straight to the point, “Can spend a few hours here so I can get some peace and quiet…and a hot shower?”

Peter scrunched his eyebrows together at your stern tone. “Of course”, he replied softly. “You can use the shower in my room. It’s the best one in the house.”

You gave him a curt nod and slid past him, your shoulder brushed against his. Without saying another word, you walked straight to his bedroom and shut the door.

It was when you started to strip that you realized you forgot to bring extra clothes. Rolling your eyes at yourself trying calm your frustration you stepped into the hot shower. With the heat hitting your muscles, a sigh came out of your mouth as you began to relax. Bathing in Peter’s soap also helped since you’ve always loved the way he smelled. As the frustration left your body, stress started to settle in. Stress about your job and going back home to your family and everything in between. Tears started to fall from your eyes, blending with the water falling from the shower head. You rubbed your eyes violently and took a deep breath trying to calm down. You stepped out of the shower and wrapped a fluffy towel around you as you made your way to the sink where you proceeded to rub the condensation off the mirror and stare at yourself. “Pull yourself together”, you whispered to yourself.

Your words did nothing to stop the tears from spilling from your eyes again. You sniffled and sat down on the toilet seat, burying your head in your hands allowing your wet hair to drip water around you.

There was a knock on the door, “Y/N, sweetheart, are you okay?”

Your head shot up out of your hands. The last thing you needed was for Peter to see you as the mess you are now.

Not answering you sniffled. He called out again, “Y/N?”

“Y-yes!” You called back as your voice broke. “I’m fine!”

There was silence on the other side of the door and for a moment you thought he’d left you alone. Another quiet sob escaped your lips and your head found it’s way back into your hands.

“Are you decent?” Peter asked.

“Am I what?” You croaked.

“Do you have clothes on?”

“I have a towel on?” You statement came out more as a question. The bathroom doors opened and you pressed your hands harder against your face. Peter crouched down in front of your frame and his hands grabbed your wrists, attempting to reveal your face.

“No,” you said, “I don’t want you to see me like this.”

He didn’t move his hands. “Y/N, please.”

After moment you let him move your hands. He brought them down to your lap and grabbed them both with one of his while the other lifted to your cheek to wipe the tears away. “There are those beautiful eyes,” he smiled.

If people saw how you two acted when alone, they’d be convinced you were a couple. But to your dismay, that wasn’t the case.

“Come here.” He said as his hands moved to your shoulders and pulled you down to him. You both fell onto your knees as your arms wrapped around his neck and his wrapped around your middle. One of his hands moved to rub the back of your head. “Tell me what happened,” he whispered.

“It’s stupid,” you told him. You sniffled again.

“Tell me anyways.”

“I had a hard day at work today and I’m stressed about everything that’s going on there.” You adjusted your head so it was laying on his shoulder. “I’m just stressed about everything, every little thing. All I wanted to do was go home and take a bath and get some rest but I couldn’t. As soon as I walked through the door I learned that my family came to surprise me, which is great, but I’m just not in the mood to talk and sit around. I told them I had already made plans with a friend for tonight and then came here so I could escape for some peace.” You ranted.

Peter heard another sniffle come from you and quietly said, “Hey, listen to me. Everything is going to be okay. I know that’s probably the last thing you want to hear, but it’s true. You’re going to get through the hardships at your job and having to deal with your family. As for everything else, I’m here for you if you need me. I’ll always be here.”

You nodded your head and stayed quiet. The both of you stayed in the position for a few moments before you let go and started reaching for your clothes. You looked at Peter waiting for him to leave so you could get dressed.

“What are you doing?” He asked.

“I’m waiting for you to leave so I can put my clothes back on.”

“But you wore those here. Have you been wearing them all day?” He tilted his head.

You signed, “Yeah, I’ve been wearing them most of the day. And I forgot to bring an extra change of clothes.”

He took your clothes from your hands and you began to question him. “Wha-“.

“Come over here,” he said as he lead the way back to his room. He opened up one of his dresser drawers and thrusted a shirt in your direction. He opened another one and this time handed you sweatpants this time. “Wear these. I’ll put your clothes in the wash for you.”

You looked down at the clothes that he had given you. “These sweatpants are definitely not going to fit me.”

“They’re the smallest ones I’ve got. You can either take them or wear nothing underneath that shirt, which, for the record, I wouldn’t be opposed to.”

You hugged the clothes to your chest. “No, no. I’ll give them a try. Thank you.”

He have you a wide smile as he left the room with your clothes still in his hands. When you were sure he was gone, you discreetly sniffed the clothes and smiled when you discovered they smelled like Peter. You quickly put the clothes on, pulling up the sweat pants as far as they could go and tugging the shirt as low as it would go in case the pants fell. When you walked out to find Peter, he was in the kitchen putting dishes in the dishwasher.

“Thank you.” I said.

“Anytime.” He smiled. “I’m going to go take my shower now.”

“Ok.” You whispered.

He walked passed and called out as he made his way towards his room, “You look good in my clothes, by the way! You smell good too!”

You felt your face heat up. While Peter was gone, you made yourself comfortable on the couch laying down. Grabbing the remote you flipped through the channels until you found something interesting. You were almost asleep when you heard him come into the living room. You pulled your knees up to make room for him and once he sat down, to your surprise, he grabbed your ankles and put your feet in his lap. He began rubbing his hand up and down your leg, trying to soothe you. Soon you sat up and wrapped your arms around his torso and leaning your head on his shoulder as his arms encircled you. Once again, he brought a hand up to run his fingers through your hair.

“Peter,” you started.

“Hmm?” He hummed back.

“I want you to know how much I appreciate you,” you began. “You’ve done so much for me over the years and I couldn’t tell you thankful I am to have had you. That you were always by my side when I needed you.”

You felt him move his head to look down at you. “What’s got you bringing all this up?”

“I don’t know. I guess it’s just that I’ve never told you thank you before.” You replied.

“You tell me thank you every time I do something for you.”

“No, I know. I just meant that I’ve never thanked you for all that you’ve done as a whole. I’ve never told you how much I appreciate you and need you in my life. How much I-“ you cut yourself off, not daring to say the next words out loud.

Peter smiled as you said all of these things. He never knew you felt this way. He didn’t know how much he had truly effected you. But when you cut yourself off, he couldn’t help but ask, “How much you what?”

“What?” You questioned, pretending to not know what he was talking about. You started getting nervous.

“You were about to say something but you cut yourself off. What were you going to say?”

“Oh, it’s nothing. It doesn’t matter. Well then. I think I’m going to hit the hay for a while.” You pushed yourself out of his arms and stood up. He grabbed your hand to stop you as he stood up too.

“You reek of anxiety. Almost as much as before. What’s wrong?” He said.

“It’s nothing. Really, Peter.” You tried to convince him. It didn’t work.

“You’re lying. Your heartbeat is erratic.” He grabbed your other hand, holding both of yours in his. “Y/N, what were you going to say?”

“Stop listening to my heartbeat. That’s an invasion of privacy.”

“What?” He laughed. “How is that an invasion of privacy?”

“If I were lying to you, which I’m not by the way, I don’t want you to know about it. That’s the point in lying, duh.” You respond. “But you’d have to know I’d have a good reason to lie to you if I were because I don’t like to lie.”

“I’m sorry. I can’t just not hear it when it’s beating that loud and fast. I’m not trying to cross any privacy boundaries.” He replied jokingly. His face then turned back to being serious. “I’m not letting you go until you tell me. You know you can tell me anything. Why would this be any different?”

You stared up into his eyes not breaking eye contact as he didn’t either. You finally sighed and pulled your hands from his and turned around. “I don’t know how to tell you.”

You felt his hand on your shoulder. “Just say it.”

Was this it? Was it finally time for the truth to come out and to tell him how you truly felt? You didn’t want things to change between the two of you if he didn’t feel the same. And why should he? You were young and innocent compared to him. You were just starting out in life after college, why would he want to be involved with someone who still hasn’t figure out their life. Or for another matter, someone who is a harbinger of death….Screw it.

“You remember when the Wild Hunt took you?” You asked.

“Obviously.”

“Right. And how I was the only one who remembered you? I was in such a panic when I found you gone. No trace of you anywhere, not even in people’s memories. Not even here.” You gestured to the penthouse. “I came here almost everyday hoping, praying that something may turn up that would prove I wasn’t crazy. Nothing ever showed itself. I began to think I was crazy.”

You grabbed his hand on your shoulder and turned around to face him. Gripping his hand in both of yours, looking him in the eyes, you continued, “But I knew I wasn’t crazy. I couldn’t be. I remembered you helping me with homework, taking me to dinner during my late nights, making sure I was taking care of myself. And it terrified me. The thought that I was never going to have you in my life again. That I was going to be the only person in the entire world that remembered your existence. And then Malia called me, saying she found you and that you were in the hospital. When I saw you lying in that bed, even though you were in so much pain, I felt such a relief. And it made me realize something.”

“What? What did it make you realize?” He pressed.

“It made me realize that I don’t just appreciate you, it made me realize that I- that I’m in love with you.” You had finally said it. The truth was out and a weight was released off of your shoulders. But Peter stayed quiet, staring at you. You looked down. “I understand if you don’t feel the same. It’s why I didn’t tell you. Why would you love someone like me?”

“No,” he whispered. “The question is why would you love someone like me?”

You stared at him. “Did you not get that from the story I just told you?”

“I meant about my past, Y/N. Nobody in this town likes me, and I understand why. I’m a murderer, I’m not innocent, I’m older than you, and I’m not a good guy, Y/N.” He said.

“I know. And I don’t care, Peter. It’s not my place to judge you for your past. I’m here for the you right here right now.” You told him. “Plus, I’ve always had a thing for bad guys. Especially the older ones.”

“I-,” he stopped himself.

You sighed and looked down at your feet, letting go of his hand. “I understand that you don’t feel the same.”

“It’s not that I don’t feel the same. It’s not that at all. I’ve been in love with you for years. It’s just the fact that I don’t deserve you. You deserve someone so much better than me. You deserve the world.” He said.

“What? You’ve been in love with all this time?” You gasped.

“That’s not the point, Y/N.”

“It may not be your point, but you can’t just say something like that and then expect me to just drop my feelings for you because ‘I deserve better’.” You used finger quotations on the last part. “Would you want to try this? Try giving us a chance?”

“Of course I want to, but I don’t think tha-.”

You gripped his shirt and pulled him down. Your lips crashed onto his. His hands slid around your waist and yours moved around his neck. He tilted his head to deepen the kiss and you tightened your grip around his neck. This kiss was better than you had imagined. You felt as one of his hands slid all the way from your waist to rest on your neck, thumb on your jaw. As he deepened the kiss even more, you thought your knees might give out beneath you. This was definitely better than you had imagined.

Peter pulled away first and stared into your eyes. You wrapped your arms around his waist and buried your face into his neck. His arms wrapped around you as he placed a gentle kiss on the top of your head. “Come on.” He said. “Let’s go to bed.”

He takes your hand and leads you to his room. You get into bed first and he slides in after you, his arms snaking around you, holding you close. Your back is firm against his front as he kisses your head again, nuzzling his face in your hair. He takes a deep breath in.

“Peter?” You ask.

“Hmm?” He hums.

“Did you- did you purposefully put my clothes in the wash so I would have to wear yours? Possibly because you wanted me to have your scent on me?” You speculate.

He didn’t say anything, but you could feel him smile into your hair. You scoffed as you began to laugh. “I should have known.”

“You wearing my scent tells other wolves back off. I don’t want anyone trying anything.”

“Seems a little possessive don’t you think?” You joke.

“Sweetheart, it’s me we’re talking about. You’re mine now and you know I’m possessive.”

“And I wouldn’t expect anything less of you.”

The conversation dies down after that, leaving the two of you to fall asleep in each other’s arms.

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The next morning, you wake up early and find yourself still in Peter’s arms. You read the clock. 8:34. You close your eyes and snuggle back into Peter wanting to get more sleep. At least, that was before you realized you’ve been out all night and your family is waiting for you at your house.

You shot up, effectively waking Peter up.

“What’s wrong?” He asks.

“I have to go! I forgot that my family is at my house. They are probably wondering where I am.” You say as you pull the covers back.

“You’re an adult, can’t you do whatever you want without your family having to know?”

You turned to look at him, “You don’t know my family. They’ll be questions and teasing and my younger sister will probably be going through my stuff right now.”

Even though Peter has made such an impact in your life and gotten you where you are, you hadn’t introduced him to your family yet. Mainly because he’s older and you didn’t want your family to get the wrong idea.

“Okay, I understand. But,” he leans over and grabs your waist pulling you to him, “I don’t think a few more minutes will hurt.”

He pulls you into his lap and he turns his head to place a gentle kiss on your lips. When you pull away you lay your head on his shoulder. A content sigh escapes you and Peter kisses your temple before wrapping his arms tighter around you.

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