#okay back to being dead on this account until i feel like coming back STAY MERRY EVERYONE

[legoskeleton]

merry christmas to FOLs who celebrate 🥳 i was cleaning out the the LEGO table for christmas decorations (last minute, i know) and remembered that chasetalia hallmark christmas movie break up AMV i was supposed to make back in 2022 😍

[celestiamour]

‧₊˚✧ ❛[ pretty tipsy ]❜

ft. logan howlett x f! reader — xmen, marvel

╰₊✧ he brings you home after a night out drinking┊2.5k words

setting: deadpool & wolverine (2024) worst! logan contains: alcohol & intoxication, this man is WHIPPED, age & size difference, emotional drunk human reader, ooc? calling him kitty

➤ author's note: idk what this is but it’s my longest logan piece yet because i have yet to write any more than a thousand words for him

tonight was one of the few nights logan could finally have some alone time. wade was going out for drinks with vanessa with the plan to stay over at her place, the ever so mysterious blind al was off doing her own thing, and mary puppins was resting peacefully in her little bed, tuckered out after a long day of playtime. he could finally get some long-awaited peace and quiet, a moment to himself to relax and breathe. while he’s grateful for the presence of others since he arrived in this dimension, he’s still a lone wolf at heart who treasures his privacy above all else.

humming a little tune from the eighties, he sunk into the beat-up leather couch with a beer in one hand and a lit cigar in the other, taking a long drag on it and preparing himself for a relaxing evening until his flip phone started ringing. when he opened it up to read the “wade wilson” contact name staring back at him, he rolled his eyes with a groan before answering.

“what the fuck do you want?”

“not even a ‘hello?’ damn bitch, okay then— well, we ran into some friends and had some drinks together, but one of them is pretty shit-faced right now and her phone is dead, could you pretty please with sugar on top come and pick her up?”

“the fuck? that’s not my problem, just call her an uber—” he stopped mid-sentence when he heard a familiar giggle in the background, one asking a different partygoer to have another drink with her, “is that the neighbor who lives at the end of the hallway?”

“yeah, it’s your little crush~! you recognize her from just her voice over the phone, oh my god, you have it bad wolfie!! well, if you don’t wanna come, then fine, whatever, but you know, it’s not unsafe for a pretty lady to be alone this late at night! some guy might just swoop her up, actually, there’s some guy asking for her number right now—”

“alright, alright, i’m coming! send me the address.” he nearly shouted into the receiver, putting out his cigar on the ashtray atop the coffee table and slipping on his jacket to leave the comfort of his shared apartment.

the night was chilly in comparison to the cozy warmth of the indoors and the bar was filled with loud chattering and cheers, the clinking of glasses, yelling at the game being televised, and the general buzz of extroverted fun on a weekend night. 

“ayyy, there he is! come here, peanut, sit, sit, sit, have a drink with us!”

logan hesitated, not because he would ever shy away from free booze but because he was here on a mission with one sole goal in mind (and because he wasn’t familiar with this particular group of people, he didn’t feel like socializing tonight) “no, it’s fine, i’m just here to take her home.” his voice was uncharacteristically mellow, finding you napping on the table with your arms folded to be a makeshift cushion for your head. 

you peeked at the man coming up next to you and your face changed from exhausted to ecstatic to upset in the span of a few seconds, “looggann!! how are you doing, i feel like i haven’t seen you in foreverr— how come every time i see you in the hall, you always run off, are you avoiding me? did i do something wrong?” you cling onto his hand and shake his arm, paying no attention to your friends giggling at your behavior in the background, pouting and tearing up. 

oh god, you’re an emotional drunk, that’s so cute. neither he nor wade could get drunk at all on account of their systems constantly cleaning out the effects of the alcohol as soon as it’s consumed, but when he drinks around others, it’s a trait he typically finds so annoying quickly becoming so endearing when worn by you.

“i’m not avoiding you, you haven’t done anything wrong,” he consoled in the most gentle voice a wolverine could muster, also cringing at the fact that he wasn’t half as discreet as he thought he was. it’s true, he has been avoiding you, but only because he couldn’t stand the way you made him feel, smoothing out the rough edges of his personality and making him feel stupid butterflies he was far too old to be feeling, not to mention the nonstop teasing from everyone else when they noticed the way he seemed to look at you from afar. it was as if he was a child who thought hiding from it would make it go away, but it has become apparent it has only grown stronger.

“you’re telling the truth?” you sniffled.

“yes, i am. come on, bub, let’s get you outta here. i’m here to take you home.”

you didn’t protest or try to convince him you weren’t wasted, knowing your limit had been reached, and slowly picked up your things to follow him out of the building. he allowed you to intertwine your arm with his, providing support to your unbalanced mind and stumbling legs since you couldn’t even walk straight.

“why would you drink so much if you’re such a lightweight?”

“how do you know i’m a lightweight? you weren’t there, i could have drunk an entire bathtub full of booze before you showed up!” 

“nah, i can smell it, there’s no way you drank anything more than a few pints.”

“oh, so the kitty is a dog now? i thought you were more cat-like this whole time, but i guess i was wrong.” 

“what?” they say what a person says when intoxicated comes from their soul and true thoughts with little to no filter, but he certainly wasn’t anticipating those words to come out of your mouth.

“you look like a kitty, you know? with the way your hair does the little swoopy things— do you wake up like that or do you need to style it? you act like one too, grumpy ass kitty.”

“don’t call me that, kid, i hear it enough from wade already.”

“i’ll stop calling you kitty when you stop calling me kid! i know you’re old as hell, but i’m a grown-ass adult!”

“yeah? well, you’re certainly not acting like one right now.”

you were silent for a minute, making him worry for a second that he offended you by calling you childish, but when he looked back down at you, you were simply staring in astonishment. “i’ve never seen you smile before! you look a lot more handsome, you should do it more often!”

was he smiling? he didn’t even notice, grinning ear to ear and revealing his pearly white teeth, chuckling at your ridiculous words. was this really the first time you saw him smile and heard him laugh? no wonder you assumed he was avoiding you, he was surprised you didn’t hate him just because of a misunderstanding.

it took some time to get you up all of the stairs to your floor without tripping, and logan was almost sad the night was over so quickly. even if the conversation was mostly one-sided and you were intoxicated with slurred words, he swears he listened to all you had to say between comedic bits, insightful knowledge, random bullshit, and found it all fascinating. luckily for him, his time with you wasn’t up yet as he watched you fumble with your purse and frown.

“oh, fuck… i lost my keys… oh no…” you slumped against the wall until you fell to the floor, feeling yourself starting to cry at this inconvenience with heightened emotions. 

“god, please don’t, not again…” he’s the absolute worst at comforting others, it isn’t his strong suit, and acknowledging this weakness seemed ten times more difficult when you were the one in need. “come on, you can sleep at my place for the night and charge your phone.”

“...really?”

“yes, come on.” 

you took his outreached hand and found yourself in his grasp again as he held onto your shoulder to steady you, unlocking the door and leading you into his shared apartment. he felt somewhat grateful that you were too drunk to notice how messy the site was, seating you on the couch as he got you a glass of water to sober up. you looked so out of place among it all, so young and feminine with your vibrant club clothing around all of the aging, scratched-up furniture and muted colors.

“thank you,” you murmur, downing the entire tall glass with a few gulps, “uh, where is the bathroom?” he directed you to where it was and allowed you to use it, quickly hearing you turn on the shower after a minute and just as quickly hearing you swearing in regret over the loud pitter-patter of the steaming hot water. “i’m never drinking again, why am i being so fucking stupid?!” 

“are you okay?” 

“yeah, except for the fact i forgot that i don’t have a change of clothes and i stepped into the shower with my current ones on because i forgot to take them off!” your voice cracked, feeling yourself starting to cry once again from yet another inconvenience. you were really just embarrassing yourself and couldn’t wait for this shitty day to be over.

he let out a sigh of relief, “god, don’t scare me like that— i’ll get you something, hold on, please don’t cry.” he could have stolen some of al’s clothing since she wouldn’t have noticed, or he could have stolen some of the clothes vanessa left behind after spending time with wade, but for some odd reason, he pulled out one of his canadian hockey jerseys for you. the fabric was soft and worn with time, smelling slightly of him and laundry detergent, and arguably the most comfortable thing he had at his disposal. “i’ll leave it outside the door, okay?”

“thank youu!!” (and thank god your underwear is still clean and dry enough to wear again, you have no idea what you would have done if you didn’t realize your mistake soon enough and stood under the water for long enough to be soaked to the bone.)

logan allowed his fatigued body to rest for a moment, sinking into the couch just as he did an hour ago in hopes of relaxation. what the fuck was he doing? since when did the wolverine play babysitter for drunk young women, walking them back to play guard dog against possible creepy men, letting them into his home, and lending them his clothing to wear? this was so uncharacteristic of him, he couldn’t think of a single person he was willing to do this for other than laura, but you certainly weren’t nearly as close to him as he was to her! lord, he’s so pathetic, he thinks he probably would have carried you back bridal style too if you asked him.

the water stopped and he waited for you to exit so that he could show you where you could sleep, but he could now see he didn’t need to. your apartment layouts are nearly identical, and it looks like your brain was switched onto autopilot after cleaning up, mindlessly strolling into his bedroom and plopping down on his mattress as if it were your own. (his shirt was practically a dress on you, falling to your mid-thigh and ill-fitted on your smaller frame, his eyes lingering on it for a second longer than what would have been polite.)

he leaned against the doorframe, watching you make yourself comfortable and preparing to stay there until the early afternoon with a banging headache. “are you comfortable? do you need anything else?”

you murmured something in response and stretched out your arms, making grabby hands and inviting him to join you, “come cuddle with me! herree, kitty, kitty, kitty~”

are you really calling a fifty-something-year-old, six-foot-tall killer mutant with adamantium bones and razor-sharp claws that come out of his knuckles ‘kitty’? yes, yes you are, and you’re going to scream into your pillow from embarrassment when you recall it the next day.

“i don’t do cuddles, princess,” he chuckled even though he intended to scoff. “and i already told you to quit calling me that.”

“pleaseee? pretty pleasee?” you chirped, eyes going big and round just like a puppy in a cartoon, begging him to humor you in this request.

are you truly a human, or are you secretly a mutant who has hypnotic powers? the answer is obvious, he’s just an old loser who apparently answers at your every beck and call now because all he could do is sigh, slip off his jacket, and get under the blanket with you. 

you rolled on your side and wrapped your arm around his body, nuzzling your face into his comforting touch and inhaling the mild scent of pine and tobacco. humming a satisfied “good night” and dozing off within a few minutes, you clung to him as tightly as a koala onto a branch, and he couldn’t separate himself from you without making you stir and whine. 

trapped in the embrace of a beautiful neighbor whom he possessed a soft spot for, wearing his clothing and laying in his bed, he would be trapped like this until morning it sounds like a dream to most men, but to logan, it’s the fear of getting attached and losing someone else important to him rearing its ugly head to the forefront of his mind. it scares him to think what could happen if he allowed himself this pleasure of becoming close to you, and yet when he admires your slumbering face, he feels like it would be okay and work itself out in the end somehow.

he fell asleep more quickly than usual when you held him, and for the first time in forever, he wasn’t tormented with horrid nightmares of the past that always plagued him before now. when he woke up, his weary soul was well-rested and energized, almost as if he was twenty years younger again. the wonders of a good night’s sleep, or perhaps, the wonders of being with you. 

it felt so… natural to wake up with you next to him.

you were practically a dead weight by now, not rousing in the least when he slowly got up to leave the bed. he did feel a little back about undoing the grasp you had on him though, felt a bit like abandoning you in a vulnerable state. he sauntered into the kitchen to brew a cup of coffee as per his routine, only to find the most annoyingly loveable scarred face sitting in a chair waiting for him, legs crossed and hands in his lap like a supervillain. 

“sooooo, how was your night, you smitten kitten? you dirty dog!” there was a stupid smirk on his face, trying his best to hold back a fit of giggles. he knows nothing suggestive happened and was just teasing, but he still wanted to hear him say that it was a wonderful night nonetheless and to thank him for playing matchmaker.

“shut the fuck up before i stab you again. don’t ruin this morning for me.”

[dr-spencer-reids-queen]

60 Seconds

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~3.1k

Warnings: heavy angst, rape (explicit), being bound and gagged and blindfolded, kidnapping, heavy trauma

Request by anon: Would you write something with Spencer x reader (s7 ish doesn't really matter) where you're taken or kidnapped and when they find you, you keep yelling like 'no, no, don't hurt me' and shit like that cuz you don't realize it's them, and Spencer rushes to you and holds you but you're like trashing and hitting his chest until you break down in sobs pls that would be the cutest help. Also love me some team reactions to it happening skskdks OKAY BYE

Summary: One minute can change everything. A lot can happen in sixty seconds, and your entire world is turned upside down when you’re taken off the street in broad daylight. Spencer and the team fight to save you while you’re fighting to stay alive.

Square Filled: laid on a stretcher for @badthingshappenbingo

Author’s Note: any and all comments are appreciated <3

x

Everything can change in one minute.

That’s sixty seconds.

You pass by the bank you and Spencer have a joint account with. Three seconds. You see a woman and her child playing with bubbles across the street at the park. One second. You wait for the crosswalk light to turn green. Twenty seconds. You cross the street with a group of people. Ten seconds. You stop at a flower stand and buy two roses, one for Spencer and one for you. Twenty seconds. You turn the corner onto a desolate part of the sidewalk. Two seconds.

A van pulls up next to you and two men reach out and grab you. Six seconds.

One minute.

You’ve heard of stories where people are taken in plain sight and in daylight, but you never think it’ll happen to you. You’ve heard stories of victims being tortured, raped, and abused, but you never think it’ll happen to you. You’ve heard stories about victims needing a lifetime of therapy knowing it won’t fix them, but you never think it’ll happen to you.

Until it does.

Spencer moves about the office with you on his mind, excited to go on a lunch date with you. You’re not part of the BAU but you try to visit as much as you can. You have your own art business that you sell out of your apartment. You like to paint, make vases, and occasionally sew. Business has been booming for the last year so you’re not worried about not finding a “real” job any time soon.

Lunch time comes but you don’t show up, and Spencer thinks you might have gotten lost in a project. That tends to happen a lot, so he calls you to see if you’re going to be free any time soon. You don’t answer.

“Reid, JJ got something for us.”

Spencer puts his phone away and will call you later when he has a minute. Just like that, you’re pushed to the back of his mind. He has victims to save and bad guys to put away.

He just doesn’t realize that the victim this time is you.

The two men who took you were only the delivery boys. The men who have you are much worse. Spencer must be on a case if he hasn’t tried to contact you. Maybe he has. You’re not sure. You’re also not sure how many hours have passed or if it’s the next day. Time stops when all you can think about is pain.

They put a blindfold on you as soon as they stole you from the street so you’re not sure where you are in the world or what the room even looks like. All you know is that it stinks in here like dirt, sweat, and blood.

You’re hanging from the middle of the room by your wrists, your toes barely touching the ground. You’ve been suspended like this for so long that you’ve lost all feeling in your hands due to the rope biting into your wrists and cutting off circulation. If you’re lucky, they’ll fall off.

You’re stripped bare to just your panties. Those men love easy access where they can get it. Cuts adorn your once smooth skin and dried blood cake down your body. If you don’t give them what they want, they get violent. You’re surprised you’re not dead right now. They’ve beaten, raped, and abused your body multiple times in a single day.

You just hope that wherever you are, Spencer comes soon. You’re not sure how much of this you can take.

Spencer comes home after a grueling seven days in the field. All he wants to do is take a hot shower and snuggle in bed with you.

“Y/N? You home?” Spencer turns on the light but you’re not there to greet him like you normally are. “Y/N?”

He walks to the bedroom thinking you’re sleeping but frowns when he sees the bed is perfectly made as if no one has used it in a while. He checks the guest room but you’re not in there either. He takes out his phone and calls you but it goes straight to voicemail. He checks the Life 360 app only to see your phone is located in some ditch on the side of the road.

Now he starts to panic.

“Can’t get enough of this team? You just saw us for a week straight,” JJ jokes when she answers his call.

“Is Y/N with you?”

“No.”

“Have you seen her or talked to her all week?”

“No. What’s going on?”

“I think she’s missing,” he panics.

“Who, calm down, Spencer. Why do you think she’s missing?”

“She’s not home, she hasn’t been answering all week, her phone goes straight to voicemail, and I can see her location is in a ditch somewhere off the side of the road. You don’t think…”

“I don’t think what?”

“Do you think she was taken by the Daylight Killer?”

The Daylight Killer has been on the BAU’s radar for quite some time now. They take innocent women off the street in broad daylight only to return them back to their families after weeks. During those weeks, these women endure harsh psychological and physical torture. The BAU hasn’t been able to capture this man because they don’t think he’s working alone. If anything, it’s an organization that keeps him hidden from the authorities.

“Let’s not jump to conclusions, Spence.”

“JJ, she always answers her phone. Her biggest fear is me not picking up mine because of our job.”

“I’ll get the team together.”

Spencer immediately heads back to work and meets the team in the briefing room. They already have the victims of the Daylight Killer posted on the bulletin boards despite not having concrete evidence that you’ve been taken by him.

“What do we know?”

“I have already looked at the security cameras around your apartment, this building, and everything in between.” Penelope puts pictures of you on the screen for all to see. “She was last seen walking down Main Street when she stopped at a flower vendor on the corner of Main Street and Dobson Road. She turns the corner and continues to walk toward the BAU.” Penelope puts up three more pictures, one of you walking, another with a car parked right next to you, and the other with you gone. “This car stops next to her and she isn’t seen on any other cameras.”

“Did you get a plate?” Derek asks.

“Only a partial, but the system hasn’t come up with anything yet. You’ll be the first to know.”

“What if it is him? Do you know what he does to his victims?” Spencer asks with tears in his eyes.

“We need to speak to the survivors and see if they can remember their time with him.”

“You want to put them through that pain again?” Emily asks.

“What other choice do we have?” Rossi asks.

It’s safe to say that the victims of the Daylight Killer were less than thrilled to have to relive their experiences. Some of them are still in the hospital recovering from their injuries while others are locked away in their houses too afraid to go outside. There are only two girls who are brave enough to come forward. Confident that if they help the BAU, the men will get caught.

“If you need to stop at any time, please let us know,” JJ says gently.

“Okay,” Stacy, one of the victims, whispers.

“Close your eyes and focus on the sound of my voice.” Stacy does, and she wrings her fingers together nervously. “When you were taken, do you remember what you could feel?”

“You mean besides their hands on me?”

“I can only imagine this is hard for you but don’t focus on them.” Stacy nods and tries to relax. “Focus on the car ride. Was it bumpy? Smooth?”

“Smooth but then it became bumpy like they were driving on rocks or a dirt road.”

“How long were you on that road for?”

“It seemed like hours but probably ten minutes.”

“Then what?”

“They parked and took me out of the car. I was still blindfolded.”

“What was underneath your feet? Rocks? Dirt? Concrete?”

“Sticks. Dirt.”

“So, you were in the woods. What did you smell?”

“Dirt. Nature. It was musty.”

“What did you hear?”

“Insects. However, they stopped once we started walking.”

Spencer leaves the room after hearing enough from Stacy. So, they are keeping their victims in the woods. What woods, is the question.

The best part about you is Spencer. He brings out the best in you and pushes you to do your best in everything you do, especially with your art business. He never goes a day without telling you he loves you, and he shows it with the little things he does. He leaves out little notes for you on the kitchen counter before work, he buys you cookies and other sweets before he comes home, and he gets you flowers every single week.

Even in bed, he’s super loving. Sure, he’s been rough with you a few times but your favorite is how gentle he can be. He can spend hours in bed just worshiping you before giving you his sock. He fits so well inside of you like he was made for you. Even now, you can picture him bending you over and sliding his cock into your pussy. He touches your skin as if he’s mapping every inch of your body. He rarely leaves behind any marks because it reminds him that he can hurt you. He’s seen too much in the field to leave marks on you.

You’re pulled from your dream with Spencer when one of the men slaps your ass hard. His dick feels nothing like Spencer’s. He doesn’t care if he stretches you too much or if he doesn’t fit. He’s still slamming into you from behind and chasing his release. Your entire body aches from the pain but you refuse to give him and the other men the one thing they crave.

You refuse to cry.

You slip back into your dream and replace the man raping you with Spencer who loves you.

“According to the camera’s timestamp, she’s been missing for a week. Do you know what these men do to these women? What are they doing to her right now?” Spencer panics.

“I know it’s hard but you can’t think like that. We’re doing everything we can to try and find her. Right now, we have two women who remember being in the woods which means this unsub or unsubs need privacy. They can’t risk anyone finding them so they have to be isolated. That narrows down a lot of places,” Hotch says.

“They can’t be far either because Virginia PD is always on the scene whenever they release these women. They have to have a place close enough to where they can grab someone and release another in the span of hours.”

“Garcia, anything?”

Penelope pulls up a map of the area and circles the places where it’s likely the unsubs are located. All are in densely forested areas with nothing around them for miles.

“Based on the survivors’ accounts of being in the woods and the fact that they both said they weren't in the car for long once they got onto the dirt road, I estimate that the unsubs are located in one of five places. Every single victim has been released at a gas station before walking into town where there is reception.”

“That’s too many to go to. They could see us coming and leave. How are we going to narrow down this list?”

JJ comes marching into the room with a look of determination and worry on her face.

“We got another woman missing. Melissa Summers was out jogging when she was taken. This time, there were witnesses. They witnessed a ‘dirty white van’ and ‘two men grabbing Melissa off the streets’. They saw a partial plate which matches the one who took Y/N.”

Spencer goes rigid at the news because there are two reasons why they took someone early. They normally keep their victims for two or three weeks before releasing them and grabbing someone new. You’ve been gone for just over a week. Either they changed their minds and let you go early or you’re dead.

Spencer doesn’t have to say anything for everyone to know what he’s thinking.

“Reid, don’t go there,” Derek warns.

“Too late.”

Spencer leaves the room just before he bursts into tears. He can handle being by your side while you heal from their abuse but he can’t handle the thought of you being dead.

You wish that was the case. You wish they had killed you. After a week and a half of abusing your body for their pleasure, they leave you to rot on a dirty mattress with your hands tied behind you, duct tape over your mouth, and a blindfold over your eyes. The door opens but you don’t have enough energy to react. You’ve been saving your energy for when it matters the most.

“What should we do with her?”

They must have another girl if they’re already talking about disposing of you.

“We should just kill her, boss,” another man says. “She doesn’t make it fun. She doesn’t cry or beg like the others.”

“We should just leave her here and move on. She hasn’t seen our faces. She doesn’t look like she’ll talk.”

“Enough. Both of you. I’ll decide what to do with her when I’m done with her.”

The door closes and you’re back to lying in the darkness.

“Okay, so according to her parents, Melissa goes on a run on the same route every night. It’s on Mason Trail located next to a gas station. It’s one of the ones Penelope circled,” JJ says.

“We should go check it out,” Spencer suggests. “What harm will it do? The best case is we find the men responsible. Worst case is she’s not there and we try again. We have to do something.”

“I’m with Reid on this one,” Derek says.

“If we’re wrong and she’s not there, it could ruin everything,” Rossi says.

“You’re both right,” Hotch says. “Let’s go.”

The team, as quietly as they can, make their way to the house deep in the woods located near Mason Trail. It’s not quite night but Hotch keeps the headlights off to prevent anyone from seeing the sleek black cars. Virginia PD is right behind them because, despite the concern about this not being the location, Spencer has a feeling it is.

They park several hundred yards away from the house and finish the rest of the way on foot. If this is the house and someone is home, they won’t take kindly to Derek announcing that the FBI is at their door. Instead, he kicks down the door and just barges in.

There are four men sitting around the table playing poker who all jump up from shock. They reach for their guns but the FBI is quicker. Derek, Rossi, Hotch, and Emily take down the four men while the police search the house to clear the other rooms.

“Where is she?” Spencer asks once they are all in handcuffs.

“Dead.”

“There’s a door to the basement,” one of the officers announces.

Spencer refuses to believe you’re dead. Hotch leaves the unsubs in the care of Virginia PD and follows Spencer down to the basement. Light floods the room and Spencer pauses when he sees Melissa strung up wearing nothing but her panties, and you lying on a dirty mattress in the corner.

Emily and JJ immediately go to Melissa to help her down, and she starts to cry when she realizes she is being saved.

“You’re okay now. They’re not going to hurt you anymore,” JJ soothes.

Spencer runs over to you and unties the rope that binds your wrists. The second you’re free, you find the burst of energy you’ve been saving. You swing at the person who is above you thinking it’s one of the men.

Spencer grabs your wrists and tries to stabilize you but you’re thrashing too much for him to control. Derek comes over and helps Spencer hold you down, and Spencer removes the duct tape from your mouth.

“Y/N--”

“No, let me go!” you beg.

“You got her?”

“Yeah, I got her.”

Spencer lets go of you and Derek has to use his whole body to hold you still even though you’re still trying to get away. Spencer removes your blindfold and you blink rapidly to counteract the brightness of the dim lights. For someone who has had a blindfold on the entire time you’ve been here, the dim lighting it very bright to you. You look around and lock eyes with Derek who is the one who is holding you. You notice JJ and Emily caring for Melissa, and Spencer comes into view in front of you.

Almost immediately, you begin sobbing. You’re free. You’re safe now. You’re not going to hurt anymore. Every single tear you have been holding back is now coming out and there is nothing anyone can do to stop it. Derek lets you go knowing you’re not going to start swinging which allows Spencer to pull you into his arms.

“I’m so sorry, darling. You’re safe now. You’re okay now.”

You bury your face in Spencer’s chest and sob and wail as loud as you can. Spencer can’t stop his tears from falling, and he looks at the rest of the team. JJ and Emily are in tears, Derek is clenching his jaw tightly, Hotch has a stoic look on his face but is breaking down inside, and Rossi has to look away before he cries.

“We need a medic,” Hotch says into his mic.

By the time the ambulance arrives, your sobs have died down to quiet cries. The men are all arrested and put into separate cop cars, and you’re laid onto a stretcher. Melissa is taken to the hospital in another ambulance, and you’re put into the back of the first one.

“Spencer,” you whimper.

“I’m right here.” He climbs into the back and sits next to you. He grabs your hand and runs his thumb across the back of your hand. “I’m right here. You’re safe now.”

“Please don’t leave me,” you cry.

“I’m not. I’m right here. You’re not alone. They can’t hurt you anymore.”

The entire ride to the hospital is you crying over your innocence being destroyed and Spencer trying not to cry.

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[vidalswife]

I Love You Like An Alcoholic

word count- 1.7k

pairing: wanda maximoff / natasha romanoff(romanov).

Summary: Wanda's brother just died, she didn't see herself fighting alongside the avengers any time soon, so it came to be a big adjustment for her. Natasha Romanoff is intrigued by her. Sparks fly as the two prepare for the mission to take down Ultron.

author's note: this first chapter will not contain mature content, there will be a kiss though. while this chapter is not mature, following chapters will be. the following chapters will depict violence, bdsm, hardkinks, smut, etc. this is a completely original work, and is not supposed to last more than five chapters. please enjoy the kick off to 'i love you like an alcoholic'! <3

”natasha romanoff, you are?” she didn’t know it now, a question spoken in such bliss, that this would be the start of something crumbling, something that would rip her soul apart and paint stories with the scattered fragments.

”wanda.” the other woman replied harshly. her coldness was everything but prudent. she wanted nothing but to leave this place along with all of these people, and mourn her brother. she just wanted her brother back .

”well wanda, let me show you around.” nat smirked, giving a curious look to the shorter woman. wanda was unamused. natasha found it interesting, alluring even. this little ginger haired woman wasn’t seemingly the easy-to-get-to-know type.

shaking her head, she thanked the boys, clint and bucky, sending them off with a tilt of her head towards the lounge. they had brought wanda to her, saying she wasn’t really talking or adjusting well to the whole avengers thing after losing her brother. natasha understood, and she wanted to help, being in somewhat of the same position not so long ago, having to leave everything behind from her past, as much as she didn’t want it back.

wanda had just been ripped from her brother, she wasn’t particularly happy about having to help these strangers defeat ultron, mostly because she had to face the creature who ultimately took the last thing she loved on this earth. but what choice did she have now. in the back of her mind, there was always pietro. he was dead, she couldn’t do anything about it, except could the thing who was responsible accountable.

”come with me. i assume you’ll be staying here with the rest of us until the mission is done?” the assassin inquired, starting the walk to the living quarters. wanda rolled her eyes and scoffed, of course, she was going to have to live here too with people she didn’t know.

natasha looked over at the woman who was seemingly ignoring her question. one thing about natasha romanoff, she wouldn’t be ignored.

nat stopped walking, resulting in wanda doing the same. the assassin looked the witch in her eyes, searching for something, anything really. she saw anger. the woman stepped closer, holding this eye contact they bared. she reached for wanda’s hand, and wanda flinched, tilting her head in hesitation. after a few seconds, she relaxed, something in her eyes just tempted her to calm down.

natasha grabbed hold of wanda’s hand and just held it in her own. she understood how emotional it could be to try and understand all of this change at once. there wasn’t a manual for leaving behind what you once knew for saving the world. “look, i know it isn’t going to be easy. . but just try to fit in here. the people are good, and we’re all here for the same reasons. . because we have to fight. just, try. . okay?” she bit her lip at the end of that, eyes breaking the contact in order to avert from showing any emotion.

wanda couldn’t help but notice the way she spoke almost as if she had felt the same, and it comforted her a little. she nodded her head, noticing how the woman bit her lip, and she squeezed her hand. for some odd reason the touch kept her feeling sane. she pointed with her free hand to the hall leading to the stairs down into the living quarters, “over there, right?”

natasha was a bit confused on why wanda didn’t let go, but she embraced it, hoping she had made a difference with the woman in her heart-to-heart moment. the redhead nodded, and wanda took lead, hands still holding one another, they made their way into the hall and down the stairs.

it was a silent walk, but so much was being said. natasha noticed when wanda tensed, walking past some of the rooms with names which were intimidating if nothing else, and also when she relaxed as they came close to natasha’s room. nat thought it was sweet, she was happy to have gained some of wanda’s trust.

there was an empty room right before nat’s, on opposite sides of the hall. she pointed to the door, and wanda looked at the room in apprehension. it was plain, no decor, but it wasn’t unfixable.

when the ginger didn’t enter, natasha laughed. wanda’s brow furrowed, and mouthed a simple ‘what’.

”well, this is the part where you’d usually go in your room, wanda.” she said, a smile on her face at the confused and rather innocent look on the witch’s face.

”right, well-” wanda started, stopping mid thought. “will you be back?” she asked, turning to face nat. natasha’s smile turned into a smirk, and she pursed her lips. “I might be able to fit it into my schedule” she teased.

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she never came by. this left wanda worried, and she wasn’t one hundred percent sure why. the two had just met, and natasha owed her nothing. sighing, the pale ginger rose, patting straight the wrinkles on the comforter where she was just sitting. the woman made for the door, it sliding open as she approached. across the hall she spotted natasha’s door. it was open, and from what she could hear, someone was in it.

wanda realized it could be anyone, that she shouldn’t intrude on the other woman’s space, but she felt drawn. and so her feet started, walking across the hall, one door down, and she stopped when she met the empty door frame.

natasha was sifting through the drawers within a little black dresser which was across from her bed. she had scoffed, and pulled out bandages, backing to sit on the foot of the bed. wanda’s brow furrowed, and she soon understood when she saw nat’s hand retreat from in front of her body. her knuckles were red and swollen, bloody in the middle.

wanda couldn’t help it, she instantly stepped in, grabbing the bandages from natasha, who gave a confused and aggravated glance before realizing it was wanda.

her expression softened, and wanda sat beside her, undoing the bandages in order to wrap the woman’s hand. natasha opened her mouth to make an excuse, say that wanda didn’t have to do that, but wanda simply glanced a look that screamed “shut up and let me help you”. so the redhead did, wincing as wanda wrapped the swollen knuckles on her hand. she pulled her hand back as the pressure got tighter with each wrap of the bandages.

”stop moving.” wanda wordered, and the assassin bit her lip, confused and curiously watching the ginger witch’s face as she wrapped her hand.

𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦?

wanda glared at her again, it seemed that the black widow had no idea she was able to interact with the minds of others.

𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙨 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙨𝙤 𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙢.

nat relished in the touch, finding comfort within wanda’s warmth. wanda felt a gentle flush of heat on her cheeks, blush no doubt. she reminded herself not to blush, that natasha was watching. it was too late, though. she already had, and by the time wanda had finished inspecting the wrapped hand and looked up at the other woman, there was a cheeky smile on the redhead’s face.

”what?” wanda asked, tilting her head as the words left her. the assassin lifted her good hand, raised it to the other’s face, and pushed a loose strand of hair from her face.

”you’re blushing.” she chuckled into a gentle smile. wanda felt embarrassed, causing even more redness to find her cheeks. she shook her head, sighing beneath her breath.

”i’m not, it’s just frustration.” wanda insisted, gaining a hardened expression to help make her case. nat simply looked her up and down, taking the woman in fully. she wore leggings and a red shirt, fitting for her hair. compared to the assassin’s white and battered muscle shirt and pants for training, she looked almost formal.

”frustrated at. .” she started, before dragging her hand down from behind wanda’s ear down her jaw, biting her own lip as she stopped as her thumb brushed over the ginger’s bottom lip. “what?” finished natasha, a smirk crossing her lips.

wanda felt this shiver down her spine. “i–” she started, as she slowly shook her head in the denial that this was really happening. natasha was beautiful.. but she had never expected..

”thank you.” the older woman announced, inching closer. in one foul sweep, she had managed to kiss wanda. the ginger however was tense, unsure of it, but the warmth not just in her heart, but within her soul, well it overcame the fear.

natasha felt her ease, causing a smile to interrupt their kiss. wanda couldn’t honestly say she wasn’t a bit upset. she had wanted to continue to kiss tasha, it felt so natural. however when the contact was broken, wanda was suddenly all aware of the situation, and that the door was open for anyone to see the scene.

she shook her head, and stood, turning to look at nat, disheveled with confusion. “i should go–” she started, turning to leave. when nat heard this she worried if she had scared her. but when wanda reached the door, she stopped, back still facing the redhead.

”should you?” questioned the assassin, clearly realizing that wanda was hesitant to leave.

but she couldn’t stay, she needed to sort her feelings out.

”take care of your hand, tasha.” the witch sounded, before leaving the room, and giving a sense of longing to both women who shared the kiss.

[mcufan72]

Sugar and Cinnamon

Loki x female reader (AU)/ 18+

Chapter 11

Chapter 10

Warnings: contains fluff, smut, angst, unprotected sex, alcohol and cigarette consumption, soft!dom/sub vibes, toxic relationship, morally grey stuff, blackmailing, abusive and insulting behaviour

Note: I hadn't much time to write lately and I don't know when it's going to change... my job is killing me these days. This chapter took 10 days to get written and it became a very long chapter (~11k words), so get some snacks and something to drink. I hope you enjoy.

You looked at him, swallowed, took a deep breath and then you began to tell him how it all started…

…nearly six months ago:

“Can we talk?” You asked Ralph after entering his office.

“Don't you see that I don't have any time to talk to you right now,” he answered harshly and stressed while reading the contract documents concerning the new advertising contract his marketing agency was ready to sign. The big deal that would catapult him and his company to the top of the marketing agencies in North America. He ran his fingers nervously through his dark brown hair, keeping his brown eyes fixed on the documents. “ We can talk later!”

“No, we need to talk now,” you told him strictly.

It had been a long day at work today like every day lately and you two had barely time to talk. And you two not talking properly to each other had been for months now. You and Ralph and the team around you were stuck deeply in negotiations with a production company for luxury wristwatches and thanks to your superb knowledge of marketing strategies and your excellent conversation tactics you finally got the deal for the new marketing campaign and the assignment from the wristwatch manufacturer. No, Ralph got the deal, the agency was his company, not yours. You were just his account manager in a leading position and his girlfriend for five years.

What you had to tell him was urgent and you had to tell him now. You didn't want to postpone this important conversation for the umpteenth time just because he always pretended to not have time for you. But you were his girlfriend and fiancée-to-be on hold and he had to have time for you, for heaven's sake. He didn't even raise his head to look at you when you approached his curved glass desk.

“I leave!”

“Yeah, good. Go home and get some rest. I don't know when I'll be back home. Might be late. Take a bath, shave and get pretty for me. I don't want to see you in a worn-out t-shirt and that ugly butterfly-patterned pyjama bottoms when I come home. Wear something nice … wear the red negligee, you know I like it. We can ‘celebrate’ my deal then.” He still didn't look at you and you grinned annoyed, shaking your head lightly.

“That's not what I meant, Ralph.”

“Then explain.”

“I leave. I leave the company… and you!” You thought it would be harder to tell him that but I wasn't. It felt more of a relief. Your relationship with him was in a crisis for months at this point and when you got aware of it you recognised that you didn't love him anymore. The love you once had felt for him had already faded away some time ago. So you decided to leave him, with all the consequences. You didn't want to hold on to a relationship that didn't make sense anymore even if that meant you had to find a new job. But you didn't worry about that. You were good at what you were doing and finding a new job in the marketing business wouldn't be a problem for you. Also, you wanted to pick up your studies again so you would be perfectly qualified to run your own business one day.

“Yeah, okay… wait, you what?” Ralph finally looked at you, frowning and astonished.

“I leave the agency and you. Look, I'll stay until the contract is signed. It takes approximately four weeks for our lawyers to verify the conditions before the signing so I'll stay until then. That's enough time for you to look for a new assistant and account manager. And if you're being honest our relationship is at a dead end and I know you can feel it too. I'm sorry if my announcement takes you a bit off guard but we hardly spend time with each other for months now. You're barely at home. I have a feeling that you keep avoiding me. And when you are at home you never really want to talk to me, we just have quick sex and maybe we have dinner together and…Ralph, I don't want to beat around the bush but… I don't love you anymore. The feeling isn't there anymore. It's gone, possibly on both sides. You became so loveless with time. But okay, it happens, that's life and there's nothing wrong with that. We both have changed and we both should move on. A relationship without love… it simply doesn't make sense and I like things to make sense. Let us look at this fantastic deal as our final big success on the long haul and then we both can start new things. Everyone for themselves. I think that's just fair,” you explained in a strict but friendly tone.

Ralph was a good-looking man, tall with broad shoulders, short dark hair, and hazelnut brown eyes, charming and good with words. That was why you fell for him five years ago. Now you knew that wasn't enough, there was so much more a healthy relationship needed and he couldn't give it to you or he didn't want to give it to you. And now after five years, you knew him well enough to be sure that he wasn't the right man for you so you decided to end it without causing further complications.

“What a silly girl you are, darling,” and he stood up from his leather executive chair, grinning at you dismissively. “Who do you think you are, hm?”

“I'm a strong woman who knows what she wants and what she doesn't want. And I don't want to be together with you anymore because you don't see me. You don't even have much time for me anymore just when you want to have sex and need to get some steam off. And that's not enough, Ralph. I want more and I deserve more. Please, accept my decision and that I don't have any feelings for you anymore and that there's nothing left that would be enough for a relationship or a marriage. I'm also sure it's more than difficult to continue working together after ending our relationship. Please, don't make it more awkward than necessary.” A scornful laugh escaped his throat.

“You're so ridiculous and such a stupid girl. I'll tell you what you want… this!” and he made a presenting gesture with his arms to underline his statement. “You want this job, you want me, the money and the luxury life it allows us. The penthouse, the luxury cars, designer clothes, the exclusive holidays in the world's best hotels. Do you really want to give all that up, darling? Do you really want to tell me you never appreciated all that?” You didn't like the contemptuous tone in his voice as if he were looking down on you.

“I never said that. I do appreciate our privileged life and all the amenities we have and I always worked hard for it so that we can have this kind of lifestyle. But it has nothing to do with love, it's just material and I want more than that and there's no love anymore between us, and you know it as well as I do.”

“We, darling, we worked hard for it. It's my agency, and in the end, it's my money but in my generosity, I always shared with you,” he insisted.

You swallowed down the words you wanted to throw at him because you knew who in this agency was doing the real work. It was you and Ralph's other highly qualified employees. He only harvested the fruits of your hard work and celebrated successes as his merits. He never cared about the fact that success is rather a team result than an individual achievement. A fact that bothered you more and more and added to the fact that you were losing the love you once had felt for him.

“And I know you want me. You can't live without me, can you? I'm the only one who knows what you need and what's good for you, hm? Because I can feel it whenever we have sex,” he tried to convince you, rounding his desk and walking towards you.

There must be something wrong with his feelings because it seemed he never had recognised how often you had faked your orgasms. He always did it his way. Hard, fast, and always dominant and he hated soft lovemaking. At some point, you began faking your climax to get finished soon with the bedroom activities which became more and more unsatisfying for you because Ralph just satisfied his own needs. And when you did it you better do it without questioning his masculinity. After some time you became very good at it. You better because otherwise he would've been in a foul mood for days and everyone around him including you would've felt the consequences. He stood close to you and with his sweaty palm, he cupped your cheek and ran his thumb firmly over your lips as if he wanted to wipe away the things you just said from your mouth like spilt food. Once his touches made you feel good but these days were truly gone and you didn't want him to touch you ever again.

“We had such a wonderful time together and always had good sex, didn't we?” He asked you smugly. He already needed to get his ego pampered again. A shiver ran down your spine and it wasn't because of lust.

“You always had good sex, not me,” you stated dryly.

“Ts ts ts…Darling, it's not my fault, it's you who's a little frigid sometimes but when you're in the right mood you can be such a horny slut and you know how much I like that,” he snickered. He wasn't completely wrong, you indeed liked some kinky stuff.

“I'm not frigid, you never listened to me when I asked you for some… sexy stuff to try or what I wanted to do in bed. Don't blame it on me alone, okay!” You said angrily.

“Darling, did your mother teach you to lie, hm?” His hand still cupped your cheek and you tried to escape from his touch.

“Don't put my mother into this,” you spat and pushed his hand away. “Our sex was never that good, not for me at least. You often left me high and dry and you didn't even care about that or ask or listen to me when I wanted to talk with you about it and what I needed to be satisfied too. You never cared. You never truly cared about me, did you? Gosh, I was so blind. Did you even love me, Ralph?” The thought struck you like a blow. How could you haven't seen this much earlier? How money could change someone so much and how much could someone be so blinded by love?

“Love, love… who needs love or romance? Money and success, that's what counts. Love is overrated, love is for kids and dogs,” he lamented, bored by what you were talking about.

“So you never loved me,” you stated disappointedly.

“Oh, I do, darling. At the beginning of our relationship, I definitely did. You were hot and eye candy and arm candy as well. You were pretty much of a head-turner, and you still are and I enjoy others looking at my beautiful girlfriend, especially our customers and business partners. It led to many successful deals that you're that pretty and smart. C’mon, doll, we both know that feelings can change and become different in a relationship and yes, maybe you're not my dream girl and I'm not your dream boy anymore, but that's why we don't have to split up right now, darling. We're such a successful team. C’mon it's just a phase, you're overworked and stressed out. Take a few days off. Drive to our house in the Hamptons and then everything will be fine again, okay? We'll fix our disagreements later when you're back,” he tried to appease you. “Don't be a drama queen! You don't want to leave me, I know it.” Ralph told you arrogantly and went back to his executive chair to sit down and pay attention to the contract documents again.

“You really don't get it, do you? It's not a phase, Ralph. It's a fact and I will leave,” you replied firmly. Ralph stayed silent, obviously getting pissed off more with every second your conversation continued. A look of scorn filled his eyes before he spoke again, his eyes fixed on yours.

“I think you're forgetting one tiny little detail,” He told you sneakily.

“What little detail? What do you mean?” you asked puzzled and frowning.

“Well, don't you remember our…little secret?” He winked at you and smirked. You suddenly remembered what he meant. You felt nauseous and a lump building in your throat made it heavy for you to breathe.

“What are you implying?” A further wave of nausea washed over you. He would never do that, would he?

“What about publishing it, darling?” He grinned devilishly. “For everyone to see.”

“No! No Ralph you can't do that! Ralph, please! No!” You begged him quietly and desperately. You panicked and swallowed thickly.

“It's all up to you, darling!” He stood up from his chair again and walked over to where you still stood, shoving his hands into the pockets of his dress trousers. He leaned toward you, rage and injured vanity in his eyes. And there was something else in his eyes. Fear?

“No one, absolutely no one leaves Ralph Belmont. So how dare you? No one screws things up with me! Not even you! Do you understand me, darling?” His voice sounded threatening and his face was so dangerously close to yours that you could feel his breath fanning over your face, his nose nudging almost against yours.

“I give you two options,” and he turned away from you and walked over to the floor-to-ceiling windows.

“Option one: You stay with me and in my agency, everything we just talked about will be forgotten and our little secret stays our secret. Option two…,” he turned around to face you “...you can leave the agency and me but you'll pay for it. A redemption sum so to say. In exchange, I won't publish our secret. Your decision, darling.” He smiled arrogantly.

“I can't and I won't stay with you, Ralph. Sooner or later you'll have to accept that,” you answered. Did he just try to blackmail you?

“It's option two then. Okay, if that's what you want, no problem. 250000 dollars and you're free. You have six months to transfer the money to my bank account with the note ‘Loan Repayment’. I think that's enough time for you to get the money together. Your working contract is dissolved with immediate effect, also you no longer have access to our bank account. Any questions, darling? I just want to make sure that things make sense for you.” The self-satisfied smile that curved his mouth disgusted you.

“What kind of cruel game are you playing here, Ralph? Are you doing this just because it hurts your pride when I leave you? You don't love me, you never really did. You just confirmed it. Let me go. You've got enough competent employees in the agency and there are more than enough women in this city who are waiting for a man like you and who'll throw themselves on you as soon as you're free. Do you think I never noticed that? So many women want a good-looking, filthy-rich man like you to fulfil their every wet and material dream. Now they can have you, I'm not interested anymore. You're not that man anymore I fell in love with. The more money we made the more you changed, and not for the best. You're not the same anymore, I guess the money did go to your head and you still crave for more.”

“What are you implying, hm? That I cheated on you, darling? Why should I, I have you to warm my bed. You should appreciate that,” he said, self-satisfied. “What about you?" He knew that you weren't that kind of girl. You'd never do that.

“Wow, where do I send flowers? Screw you, Ralph. You're such an asshole,” you answered sarcastically and repulsed.

“Ts, ts, ts, this is getting annoying. Be very careful, darling you're skating on thin ice. We both know that you're a little slut, hm?” He said sweetly, sarcasm dripping from his voice. “250000 bucks in six months! Save the date!” He said harshly and quite emphatically.

“Where shall I take the money from? I don't have that much and you know that!” your desperation grew. Why did he treat you like that?

“Not my problem. You decided to leave me. Now you know the consequences it has.” He sat down again, leaned back against the leather chair's backrest and crossed his arms behind his head, his eyes fixed on your shocked face.

“What's this game you're playing? Are you really blackmailing me? And what do you mean by ‘redemption sum’? For what? I always worked for my money. I worked my ass off for it and only for your profit! You never paid your employees properly or gave them any praise for their good work and I agreed to get paid better pocket money, especially in the beginning when we were building up our existence here. I did it for the company, for you and us. I even dropped my studies in London for you so that we could both move here, to New York and start a life because you didn't want to go without me and didn't want to wait a few months more until I finished my degree too. I did it for us because I always thought there was an ‘us’. We were in a relationship, I thought you loved me and I thought it would be forever.”

“Aww, look at you, so desperate now. Darling, not my problem. It was your decision to leave me and don't complain now, you'll have enough time now to study again and finish your exams,” he stated with utter sarcasm. “I invested a lot of money in you, haven't I? You had enough pocket money to spend on expensive, meaningless things and you also spent the money from our bank account. It seems you don't appreciate it enough and the things I did for you. I could've bought so many other nice things with all that money if I hadn't have spent it on you and your fancy clothes, cars, and other stuff. You want to leave me? Then you have to pay for it. Everything in life has its price, darling. And never forget about the dirty little secrets in my safe. One wrong step, one wrong action and I'll publish them all over the city and beyond. I'll ruin you, darling, if I have to. You'll never be able to work in our industry again when I'm done with you and you don't even have to try to hire for a job with our competitors. I'll find out and let them know what kind of woman you are. No one will employ you, I'll make sure of that. Never forget that, darling,” he grinned at you, smugly and viciously.

“You're such a disappointment in every hindsight. I'm glad to get rid of you. Pick up your stuff from your office and the penthouse. I expect you to be gone when I get back home. And don't forget to turn off the lights when you go and leave the keys with the receptionist. And now get out of my office. I've work to do,” and he busied himself with the contract documents again.

"You're such a devilish prick, Ralph Belmont. I can't believe how much I loved you once and that I did everything for you. You were never worth it. Unfortunately, it took me too long to see it. You're less than the dirt under my stilettos which I only ever wore for you because I wanted to look pretty for the man I loved. And it was you who wanted all those meaningless and material things, you dolled me up with all these clothes and shoes… you don't even know what my favourite colour is,” you answered, your voice trembling with disgust and disappointment. Disappointment about him and even more about yourself for not looking through him much earlier.

“Watch your mouth, darling. If I were a slut like you I'd be very careful about provoking me. You don't have any chance against me. Don't forget, you have six months! And now get out of my eyes!”

“Screw you, you bastard,” you spat with quivering lips, turned around and left his office.

***

Loki didn't know what to say after you had finished telling him what had happened to you the day you decided to leave your boyfriend. Tears welled up in his eyes when he saw how deeply hurt you were and how desperate. He kept holding your hands and tried to comfort you as best as he could.

“After that, I cleared my office, drove to our penthouse, packed my bags and left. I slept for some days in my best friend’s house until I found this apartment to rent. An apartment I can't afford much longer.” Tears began to run down your cheeks.

“So you became an escort lady to earn money for a living because you can't work in your business anymore,” Loki said and wiped your tears away.

“Yes, I contemplated a lot about what job I could do outside the marketing business and shortly after I stumbled over Rhea's escort agency. I found out that working as an escort was the fastest way to earn a lot of money in a short time… and it's still not fast enough or enough money at all. I changed my looks for the evenings when I was escorting gentlemen to functions and named myself Candy. Ralph's former arm candy, perfect in wearing high heels and fancy clothes and already a slut according to Ralph's opinion about me, had found her new job as an escort lady. Unfortunately, I was rapidly forced into getting a call girl because not only has my rent increased, the rent I pay for my mother's nursery home has increased as well.”

“Your mother lives in a nursery home? What happened to her, sweets?” Loki wanted to know, seemingly full of concern and compassion. “It's the woman in the pictures, right?”

“Yes, it's her, my beloved mum. She had a stroke some time ago and has been in a wheelchair since then. She needs professional help and care and so I looked for the best nursery home for her. My father died years ago and I'm an only child, I'm all she has. Ralph always thought I'd spent my money for whatever unnecessary things but I didn't. I paid for my mother's health care and I also spared a part of my money and now this saved money saves my life. But it's getting less and it has never been that much to buy my freedom from Ralph.

It wasn't easy for me to tell Rhea that circumstances are forcing me to work as a callgirl now too. The sheer thought of sleeping with strangers for money scared me. I don't know if you believe me but there was only ever you who I could imagine having sex with. I could never have done it with anyone else. And I still regret faking my orgasm when we fucked for the first time. It wasn't because I wanted to fool you, it was because I didn't want to feel that good. You felt so good, Loki and you were so tender and caring and I wasn't used to being treated like that and being treated so lovingly, especially not from a stranger. I was afraid of catching feelings for you and I couldn't allow it. It would've broken my rules to never develop feelings for a client or to ever fall in love again. But I failed, I began to feel more for you than I should and I broke my rules but I don't regret it,” you smiled at him but you couldn't stop your tears from falling. Loki looked lovingly at you and squeezed your hands to reassure you that he believed you and that he was there for you no matter what.

“What did he mean by the ‘dirty little secret’ in his safe? With what is he blackmailing you, sweets?” Loki asked his voice calm and soothingly. You hesitated to tell him. You were so ashamed of what you had agreed to do with and for Ralph and you were afraid that Loki wouldn't want you anymore when he finally got to know the truth. He felt your insecurity and anxiety to tell him everything and it broke his heart how much your hands were trembling in his. He just wished you would finally open up to him completely so he could finally help you in the way you needed him to help you. You just feared he would never talk to you again or find you disgusting.

“He's blackmailing me with…,” you felt like you had to puke and you took a deep breath before you continued. “He's blackmailing me with nude pics and… a sex tape.” Your tear-filled eyes looked into Loki's, trying to find out what he was thinking about you, now that he knew what whorish things you had done. But Loki said nothing so you continued telling him the details while tears kept running down your cheeks.

“He took the pictures of me and filmed us during sex some time ago when we were madly in love… or that was what I thought we were. On my part, I definitely was in love with him. I was so naive… but I trusted him and so I agreed to it. I was so dumb, I should never have allowed him to take these pictures or make this private porn.”

“You're not dumb, sweets. You were in love and what is love when you can't trust your partner? Unfortunately, he didn't love you enough but you couldn't know that,” he tried to comfort you despite knowing there was no real consolation right now. “So he filmed you. What about him in this tape?”

“Yes, he did, you can see how I get fucked by him in several ways but… his face is never visible and I'm not sure anymore if he did it on purpose back then for whatever reason or really just for himself or ourselves. He got me on the dangle and I'm at his mercy.” A desperate sob escaped your throat and your gaze wandered through your small apartment. “I don't know what to do, Loki. I don't have that money and time is slipping through my hands. In a few days, it's payday and if I don't pay he'll publish it.”

The panic in your gut grew immediately. Loki felt bad for you. He had no problems with any form of sex or kinks but he couldn't handle that this asshole took advantage of you, your abilities and your body in every way possible all over those years and now turned your trust and the love you once had for Ralph against you. You loosened your hands from Loki's, shifted on the sofa and sat back against the sofa's backrest. You pulled your knees close to your chest, wrapped your arms around them and stared into the void. You didn't want to be afraid, you wanted to be happy and free again. You wanted to live without so much fear.

Loki felt the rage in his gut rising and getting stronger. The sight of you curled up on the couch and your knees drawn to your chest, your face pale and your eyes teary, didn't help to get rid of this feeling. You, his precious girl, didn't deserve to be treated like this.

“Maybe I should sell one of my kidneys or rob a bank to be able to pay him,” you said, laughing and irony scurrying over your face.

There was it again, your never dying, beautiful laughter, your untamed will to feel alive and be happy no matter how big the pain is. Loki adored you for this and he couldn't help but join you in your laughter and sarcasm for a moment.

“I got everything you told me so far, sweets but what did he mean with ‘redemption sum’? I still don't get this part,” Loki questioned curiously and frowned.

“He wants to make me pay back for everything he ever invested in me, I guess. Everything belongs to him, Loki. The money, the cars, the penthouse, the house in the Hamptons, he bought my designer clothes and evening gowns and dolled me up to his liking to parade me around. He paid for everything we did together like luxury holidays for example. He always said it's our common wealth and we both should enjoy it. I helped him to get this rich and I also helped him to reach all the goals he wanted to reach. But everything happened in his name for his company. I think, at some point, I wasn't my own person anymore. I did most of the work together with his other employees, and the more money he earned the less I mattered to him… and my love for him slowly faded away. He didn't even recognise that. Tells a lot about his character, I guess. That he now behaves how he behaves is most likely because I crushed his pride by leaving him and that he's blackmailing me is possibly the only way for him to hold power over me and to keep me in his company. I'm sure he knows very well how much he owes me. It's a cruel game he's playing with me and it doesn't make any sense to me. Most of all I despise my own stupidity in not refusing that damn photoshoot…and allowing him to film us having sex was the biggest mistake I've ever made. I don't understand why I agreed to make a private porn video. I'm so disgusted by myself.”

The embarrassment made your eyes welling up with tears again and you angrily wiped them away with your palms. You couldn't turn back the time or the decisions you made and there was just one way now: grin and bear it and get everything sorted out. Self-pitying wasn't helpful at this point.

“I never wanted all this mass of luxury, you know. Of course, I like nice things and going shopping for fancy stuff. But I don't crave it, I don't need all those fancy clothes and shoes or jewellery, holidays in expensive hotels and their overpriced presidential suites, or fancy six-course menus. He wanted all of this and put me in those clothes and pretty places. A small cosy cottage at a beach, a glass of wine on the porch, casual food at a beach bar, swimming in the ocean and my bare feet in the sand, dancing in the moonlight and having sex on the beach… that was what I wanted to do but he never listened to me or fulfilled these little dreams of mine. He always wanted it his way and I agreed because I loved him and was afraid to lose him. All I ever wanted was to live and to love someone and I wanna be loved by a man whose feelings for me are sincere and genuine. I wanna feel safe…and I want to give all of those feelings to someone who deserves all of this as much as I do. A normal, healthy life and a normal, healthy relationship. To always say yes to everything and to sacrifice myself and my wishes for someone else's success wasn't healthy, always playing the supportive role instead of the main role…that was far away from having an equal and healthy relationship. When there's one thing I've learned then it's that I have to love myself too and that I have a right to get my dreams fulfilled as well and that was the reason why I finally broke up with Ralph and the break-up brought me in this fucked up situation. I still don't know what is hurting me more. The fact that Ralph is blackmailing me or that he never truly loved me. I was just a means to an end. Maybe I should laugh about him. He's a weakling, a douchebag, unable to put something on his own, humanly a total loser and in general a loser in life too. He never cared about me or was overly interested in my life or cared about my mum. He only ever cared about money. I thought I'd spend the rest of my life with him, Loki, I thought it would be forever until I found out how he really is, how evil and devilish. He's a failure, a failure in a pinstripe suit. And now he wants to punish me for leaving him and spending ‘his’ money. He wants to ruin me and make me believe that I was the one who took advantage of him and lived at his expense.”

“But you worked for it, sweets. You worked harder for it than him. He has no right to demand and reclaim anything from you.”

“Yeah, you're right but there's nothing I can do about that. And it still feels like there's more about it, that I only know half of the truth about him. I'm sure there's more about it that he demands so much money from me.”

“Why didn't you report him, sweets?”

“He has connections everywhere, Loki. From the Police department to the best lawyers, he knows a lot of people with a lot of influence and he has all the money to pay them all well and buy himself free from criminal offenses. I wouldn't have a hint of a chance.”

“Why did you stay with him that long?”

“I don't know. Maybe because I didn't want to give up on my hopes that we could still have a future together. Maybe because we were too used to each other and clinging too much to old habits. Maybe it was the refusal to accept that our love had died at some point in time. Maybe I was afraid of being alone. I don't know. The only thing I know is that I didn't stay with him because of the money and the privileged lifestyle. The things I wanted weren't material. What I always missed over the years was the love and the adoration for each other. The richer he got the more heartless he became. The lack of love and care was the worst. And it took me too long to see it.” You began quietly sobbing and crying, every dam inside of you broke.

“Now you know my truth and I hope you understand now why I wanted to keep you out of this and left you that night. I told you that the real me has nothing to do with the pretty, carefree and sexy Sugar, my alter ego, the fake personality you fell in love with. I never intended to hurt you, Loki. I know I did and I'm so sorry for that. I totally understand if you want to go now because you deserve a better woman than me whose life is fucked up and whose sex life might be published all over the country in a few days.”

“You should know that I won't leave you alone, no matter what happens. Do you still not believe me that I'm in love with you? I don't care about what you did and why, you had no other choice and who am I to judge you? You still wanted me to stay despite what I did in the past. And you definitely didn't do anything wrong. I'll stay, I won't go.” Loki could deal with a lot of things. Hate, rejection, wrath, rudeness but not with you, his precious girl, sitting on your sofa blaming everything that had happened on you and crying a river because of that damn prick Ralph.

“Come here, sweets,” and he pulled you into his lap cradling you tight. He rubbed your back gently and you leaned against him, your head resting in the crook of his neck.

“I always knew that there's a wonderful, lovable and sweet person behind the mask named Sugar. I saw so many hints of it whenever we met and I'm glad that I have found this amazing woman. Have you any idea how strong you are? I promise you we'll figure out how to bring him down and we'll figure it out together.”

“Can you please hold me for a while? I need to be held by you, Loki,” and you began to cry again.

“Of course, as long as you want me to, sweets,” Loki kissed you softly on the forehead, rocked you slowly back and forth and just held you tightly until you felt better and had no more tears inside of you to shed.

“Please, sweets take my money and pay him and then…” he began to talk again.

“No, Loki, I won't do that,” you interrupted him quietly.

“Y/n please don't let us have this discussion again…” He begged you nicely.

“No, please don't get me wrong, Loki. It's not that I wouldn't take your money to pay him, which is extremely nice and generous of you. No, it's because I think he won't stop blackmailing me if I give him the money he demands from me. I'm pretty sure he won't stop blackmailing me because if he gets the money from me he might think I'm capable of paying more and that I can do it again and again. Believe me, he is that type of guy. He never gets enough, he's insatiable. I need to find another way. I'm afraid I need to talk to him again. Maybe… maybe I should… offer him to… to sleep with me one more time, maybe then he lets me go.” The thought made you shiver in disgust.

“This will never happen! He will never ever touch you again, y/n!” Loki said firmly and sternly. He carefully grabbed you by your shoulders and looked deeply into your teary eyes. “You're under my protection and I will never allow or accept this! Please, don't do this to me,” he told you desperately.

“I'm sorry, Loki, I'm so sorry, I won't do it, I promise but I really don't know what else to do…,” and you hugged him tightly. He wrapped his arms around your middle and pulled you closer to him.

“I'll find a way to stop him. I promise with all of my heart and soul, I'll stop him,” he cooed and buried his face in your hair. You were his, only his and he would protect you at all costs, always.

Out of nowhere your stomach growled and it made you both chuckle.

“It seems my queen is hungry and needs to get fed,” Loki answered and smiled at you.

“Your queen?” you asked him surprised and you were definitely hungry. No matter how big your problems were, you would never refuse to eat.

“Oh, right I forgot where you come from, I'm sorry Loki,” you continued genuinely and kissed his mouth tenderly.

“Yes, you're my queen, sweet thing and I can't have you starving. I have a suggestion. I'm doing groceries for some food and I cook something for us and you can clean up your apartment a bit. Then we eat and after lunch, you can finish your today's work and we spend the rest of the evening together… and the night if you want. What do you think, sweets? Would you like that?” Loki grinned from ear to ear, very proud of his irresistible proposal.

“You can cook?” you asked astonished. This man was just full of surprises and really cared about your well-being. And of course, you wanted him to stay.

“Yes, I can. I had a lot of time here to learn it,” Loki confirmed.

“Wow, you're really talented. You're amazing and I'm truly blessed with a man like you. Yeah, that's a really good plan. Thank you, Loki,” and you kissed him again. You could do this all day long and stay wrapped around him 24/7.

A knock at your entrance door interrupted your making out and you let go of each other's lips.

“Do you expect someone?" Loki asked and looked quizzically at you.

“No, I don't expect anyone,” and you got off of his lap. You took a sweatpants on and headed for the door to open it.

“Hello y/n, I'm very sorry for disturbing you but…”

“Walker!” and you hugged that rock of a man with genuine thankfulness. Your stormy embrace took him off guard and he shyly reciprocated your hug.

“You're not mad at me?” He asked you insecurely. You let go of him and looked at him.

“How could I be mad at you? You helped my man to find me and brought him back to me. And I'm so grateful for it, Walker. Thank you, thank you for your help, you risked a lot for us,” you told him and gave him an amicable kiss on his cheek. Walker was taken aback by it, he never expected this adorable behaviour of yours and he slightly blushed but he always knew what a wonderful person you were so he wasn't really surprised. You were lovely and that's why he always cared that much about you.

“Will you tell Rhea?” He wanted to know.

“No, Walker, I won't tell her. If she should find it out by herself I won't lie to her, she always has been good to me and so have you. I would explain to her why you did it and I would fight for you. You won't lose your job, I promise,” you reassured him. Loki appeared behind you and wrapped one arm around your waist, placed his hand on your stomach, kissed your cheek and looked at Walker, smiling.

“Thank you, y/n, I appreciate it. You have a heart of gold. Is everything okay so far?” Walker looked smilingly at both of you and Loki pulled you closer to his body, his chin leaning at your temple.

“Yes!” You both answered simultaneously and smiled brightly at Walker and he told you he was glad to hear that. He could see how happy you two were despite knowing that you were still in some kind of danger he didn't know anything about.

“Could you do me a favour, Walker?” Loki asked him.

“Of course, Sir.”

“Could you please drive me to a grocery store, I'd like to buy some foodstuff, this beautiful lady here in my arms is starving and I can't have that. I just get fully dressed and then we can drive off.”

“No problem, Sir, I wait by the car for you,”

“Thanks, Walker. Give me five minutes,” Loki said. Walker nodded once and smiled at you, turned on his heels and left. He could go with a good conscience and to see you so lucky in all your misery and together with the man you visibly loved was worth it to risk his job.

Loki got dressed and kissed you goodbye.

“You come back to me, right?”

“Of course, I will come back to you, sweets.” He held your head in his big hands, his thumb pads gently rubbing over the soft skin of your cheeks, and kissed the tip of your nose.

“Will you open the door for me when I'm back from doing the groceries, my precious girl?” He asked you softly. You took his hands gently from your face and walked over to your dresser to take something out of a small wooden bowl.

“You can let yourself in, handsome. Can't wait to have you back,” you said quietly, kissed him shortly but passionately and gave him your keychain with the key to your apartment. Loki smiled at you, astonished that you gave him your keys without hesitating.

“I'll be back soon, sweets,” he answered, gave you a further quick, loving kiss and left.

When Loki came back you had put things in order in your apartment, your table wasn't a complete disaster anymore and it would be much easier for you to get back to work later. He immediately began to prepare the ingredients he needed for cooking a tasty meal for you. You two decided to eat at the kitchen counter and you prepared two places with cutlery and napkins. Loki forbid you to do more than this. He wanted you to take some rest and he also wanted to spoil you with his cooking skills and his care. You couldn't do anything about it, so you obeyed and just watched him stirring in a pot and frying fish in a pan. It smelled delicious and Loki cooking in your small kitchen was a sight to behold. A literal demi-god, devastatingly beautiful and sexy in his tightfitting t-shirt, was cooking in your kitchen, and he did it for you.

You were on the edge of crying again. His ways to show you his love and affection were adorable and you were still convinced that you didn't deserve it. You rounded the kitchen counter and hugged him from behind, shoving your hands under his t-shirt and letting your fingertips trail over his defined abs in lazy circles up to his pecs to caress his chest hair. You couldn't resist touching him. You needed to reassure yourself that he was real and that you weren't daydreaming.

“Don't you dare distract me, sweet thing,” he groaned jokingly.

“I'm hungry,” you whined and pressed a firm kiss between his clothed shoulder blades.

“I know, sweets and it seems you want the dessert before the main course,” he teased you and turned around to face and hug you. Your hands were still under his shirt and caressed now the firm muscles of his back.

“The best comes last,” you teased him back and bit lightly into your lower lip. You felt the muscles of his thighs and his crotch tightly pressed against your lower parts and you let your hands trailing down to his butt, squeezing it and pressing him even closer to you.

“I think you have to be patient, sweet thing. Before you'll get your special dessert I have a sweet little surprise for you,” he said to increase your anticipation. It was just now that he realized that you had touched his bare skin again without his permission. Why did it feel that good, dangerously good? Your warm hands on his body lit a fire in him again and he wanted it to burn forever. Your hands on him were dangerous but one of the best feelings he ever felt.

“Can't wait for it,” you mumbled, tilted your head, and latched your lips onto his. You would never get enough of this man's soft lips and his delicious taste. If only you knew what it was that made his kisses that tasty.

“We can eat now, sweets. Take a seat, I will serve you the food,” and he let go of your mouth and body and prepared two dishes with the freshly cooked food.

“Et voilà, freshly fried salmon on a bed of spicy spinach leaves and some rice as a side dish with a light herbal sauce. Enjoy your meal, my love,” and Loki placed your dish with an elegant movement in front of you. Did he just call you ‘my love’? Never before had a man called you like this and you never felt so loved by a man. And it felt so normal like you two were in a serious relationship but maybe it went way too fast and way too easy.

“Thank you so much, Loki. It looks gorgeous,” and you dipped your fork into the fish and the spinach and shoved it into your mouth. The wonderful taste of it on your tongue made you moan almost indecently and your reaction made Loki smile. He loved how sensually you enjoyed food.

“It's delicious, I love it. It's the best dish I've eaten in two weeks.”

“I'm happy you like it, sweets,” Loki responded and he also started eating. You didn't talk much during your lunch, you just enjoyed each other's company. Loki's little surprise for you was a chocolate mousse with fresh strawberries and he couldn't resist feeding you this sweet treat, well knowing that you would never deny a good dessert.

In the afternoon you continued writing your thesis and Loki sat on your sofa, reading one of the books he had taken from your bookshelf. He didn't disturb you, he was just there and his sheer presence filled you with calmness and security. It was balm to your soul in all the stress and anxiety you were suffering these days. In the evening you watched a movie together but you didn't follow the plot because you soon ended up heavily making out and Loki carried you to your bedroom, his lips never leaving yours. You two hurriedly took your clothes off and continued kissing and touching each other's bare skin. You did it slowly and gently and you weren't in a hurry anymore as soon as you were cuddling under the sheets. All the touches made Loki's cock twitch and you felt the wetness between your thighs becoming more with every passionate kiss he gave you.

“Mark me, Loki. I want everyone to know that I belong to someone, that I belong to you,” you whispered to his ear and continued kissing him and playing with his curls.

“Are you sure, sweets? I don't want to bruise your perfect skin. You're too precious to me,” he answered softly and brushed your hair tenderly out of your face.

“Yes, I want it, I want you to mark me as yours,” you asked him.

He gave you a soft, passionate kiss first before his lips travelled further down to your throat and the most sensitive spot under your ear. He placed a tender kiss right to your pulse point before he sucked and nibbled that erotic zone of yours until he saw a violet mark appearing on your skin. He licked gently over the bruise and blew some air over it to soothe the sweet pain he had caused. All the moans you made and the way you were writhing underneath him while he was kissing you had already made him harden and you felt him rolling his hips against your thigh. Then he was on top of you, pressing his engorged cock against your thigh and moistening it with pre-cum. Your hard nipples rubbed against his chest with his every movement and it made him moan and tremble because it felt so good on his skin. Your hands were roaming all over his body and caressing him. He never wanted to miss this feeling ever again. He felt you shifting beneath him and opening your legs for him. He rolled his hips against yours and with his shaft he rubbed over your inner labia and your clit. Your soft moans and your tight grip on his back and his nape caused goosebumps on his heated skin. The tip of his cock teased your entrance and when he was about to slide in you tenderly stopped him.

“Don't you want to blindfold me? If you want you can tie up my wrists too,” you trusted him enough to allow him to do it and to surrender to him.

“No, I want you to touch me. Touch me here,” and he gently took your hand and placed it to his sternum where his heart was beating hurriedly. “Make me feel I'm breathing, I'm living, make me feel worthy of your touch, worthy of your love. I want you to look at me and I want to look into your eyes when you cum, sweets.” In his eyes, you saw he was serious and he truly wanted it.

“So whenever you blindfolded me, you did it not just for the kink. You wanted to hide from me. I didn't imagine the blue shimmer under your skin, right? It has something to do with you being a Jotun,” you concluded, tenderly running a thumb over his cheek.

“You didn't imagine it, I'm sorry that I told you otherwise. I was scared and I didn't want to scare you off. When I have strong feelings for the woman I mate with, I may lose control and can't keep up the appearance you're used to. And being touched by your hands just adds to the sensation. And also my skin feels different then. These are the reasons why I didn't want you to touch me.” Loki was afraid you would demand him to stop and get off of you immediately but you didn't.

“You don't scare me off, you never could,” you whispered and pulled him down to kiss him ardently. “Go on, Loki, I need you,” you pleaded him sweetly.

“Sure?”

“Absolutely sure,” and he slid himself inside you until he was completely seated inside of you.

His strokes were deep and slow and he made the sweetest love to you. He was so tender and careful, with utter gentleness he caressed and kissed every part of your body he was able to reach in this position.

“I love you so much, I don't want to live without you anymore. Please, never run away again, sweets,” he asked you between his lingering kisses.

“You're my everything, Loki. I missed you so bad, I'm so glad to have you back, that you haven't given up on me. I will never run away from you again,” you murmured and you scratched lightly with your fingernails over the soft skin of his muscled back. You gave featherlight kisses to his cheeks and his forehead. His skin was glistening with a thin layer of sweat and your touches made him shiver. His strokes got sloppier and his moans more intense. You felt how close he was but he still held back. He could tell you wouldn't cum yet, together with him. He looked at you with asking eyes, unsure if he should go on or take care of your pleasure first. You sensed his hesitation but you gave him a reassuring glance to continue.

“I'm okay, don't worry. It feels good, don't stop. Come for me, Loki. Come undone for me, my precious boy, I have you,” you whispered against his lips and his speed increased. He groaned silently, his hips drawing back and pushed forward again, his throbbing cock thrusting deep into your pulsating cunt. You weren't on the brink of climaxing yet but it didn't matter. You enjoyed the intimacy and how close he was to you, how soft his skin felt under your fingertips, and how passionately he gave himself to you. There wasn't any pressure for you to orgasm and whoever told you to make love in missionary pose is boring was a liar. Nothing felt better or more intimate and intense. You definitely enjoyed it.

“Let go, my love, fill me with your cum, make me happy, let me feel you” and you trailed your fingers gently up from his lower back to his shoulders and his biceps. When you felt his whole body tighten and his moans getting more desperate, you spread your legs wider and grabbed his ass cheeks and squeezed them firmly. You knew he was about to cum. “That's it, you're allowed to cum Loki, give it all to me. Don't hide, you can show me who you are,” you murmured, kissing and caressing his throat and his face with your lips and tightening your grip on his butt.

“Oh fuck…,” and with your name on his lips he came, violently and delightfully moaning, feeling your cunt clenching around his sensitive tip and when you felt him releasing his warm seed into you you came too, silently, calmly, intensely, bathing in the sweet feeling of being loved and craved. You kissed each other passionately, intensifying the orgasmic bliss. You locked your legs around his waist because you knew how much he liked that and also you were not yet willing to let him go. You loved this feeling of his still throbbing cock inside of you. His kiss burned torturously sweet on your lips and you could barely stand the feeling of the weight of his body on top of yours and you really had underestimated how much you needed this, how much you needed him.

Loki broke the kiss and rested his forehead against yours, trying to catch his breath. You both didn't say anything, you just looked at each other and enjoyed this feeling of satisfied lust and love. You caressed Loki's scalp and scratched his nape tenderly, watching the hint of the blue colour under his skin and the red shimmer in his eyes slowly fading away. Loki gently caressed your cheeks and kissed the tip of your nose tenderly.

“Are you alright, sweet thing?” he murmured, softly pressing a further tender kiss to the tip of your nose. Instead of an answer he felt your legs clenching more firmly around his hips and your deep purr of contentment made him feel safe and wanted.

“I really didn't scare you? I…I couldn't show it to you completely yet, I'm still too used to hiding it. I think I need some time to understand that you would accept me nonetheless,” Loki mumbled shyly.

“Take all the time you need. You decide when it feels right for you and then you can show me your ethereal beauty,” Loki kissed you tenderly and thankfully and couldn't believe that you were so understanding in every respect.

“I wished we had met under different circumstances,” you whispered while you gave him several pecks on his lips, some sadness in your voice.

“Honestly, I'm pretty sure we did,” Loki said, convinced and moved his body from yours to lay on his side. You rolled to your side too so you could face him and propped up on one elbow, your head resting on your palm.

“What do you mean?”

“Do you remember the day when we first met at Vivian's Velvet? Rain was pouring down that day. I had just called Rhea, made an appointment with an escort lady, which was you, and was on my way home when a hooded woman bumped into me.”

“This is nothing unusual in Manhattan.”

“It's not, you're right. I couldn't see her face but I remember the shoes she was wearing…dark-green trainers like yours. It's my favourite colour and that's why the trainers caught my eye,” Loki continued and you frowned and looked quizzically at him.

“You mean, we could've had a meet-cute, flirting, dating and all that lovely kitschy stuff others have when meeting accidentally somewhere? Because… I remember I was in a hurry to Rhea's agency and I bumped into someone with an umbrella… it was…”

“... me, the man with the umbrella. And I'm sure I saw you a second time, in the hallway of the hotel after our first night, when I lost my scarf. I went back to the hotel suite to look for it and a woman walked past me. I greeted her but she didn't answer. She was busy looking for something in her bag and I couldn't see her face, it was hidden behind her hair. And she was wearing dark-green trainers, the same again as yours.” You swallowed thickly, you clearly remembered that night.

“Yeah, I remember. I was looking for my biscuits in my bag because I was a bit hungry and… I didn't answer because I had my earplugs in and was listening to music, I didn't even recognise walking past someone.

“And there was a third time. In Central Park, one sunny afternoon I was sitting on a bench and reading a book. When I randomly looked up, two women passed by, I just saw them from behind, one of them talking nonstop to the other woman… and this woman…”

“...wore the same dark-green trainers like mine?” You completed his sentence. “I'm sure it was me and my friend Gabby, we met one afternoon in Central Park and on our way home she talked a lot,” you laughed and you couldn't believe how many chances there had been to meet Loki in the streets and he couldn't believe it either.

“Besides I don't know what I would have done, it's amazing how many times we ran into each other, how close we had been to each other without knowing it,” you realized.

“But it wasn't meant to be for us. Our way is a different one, more complicated but we'll go this way together. I'm sure everything should exactly happen the way it happened. At least it doesn't matter. We're together now and that's the only thing important to me. Come here, sweets,” and Loki pulled you into his arms and hugged you tightly.

“You're right, and I'm just happy to have you here. Thank you for being here and holding me.” You enjoyed his proximity for a moment before you continued to speak.

“Loki, I'm not sure if I'm ready for a new relationship yet. It terrifies me. I might need some time to get over my bad experience and I hope you understand that it's not easy for me to love someone again.”

“Your scars need time to heal, sweets and I'll give you all the time you need. I also know it's not easy to love me. I'm an otherworldly creature with a dubious past and how could I expect an angel like you to love a sinner like me that easily.”

“You stop saying that right away, okay? That's not the reason. You're wonderful! A loveable, attentive and sensual man, you're everything a woman can dream of… everything I'm dreaming of. It's me, Loki. My life is so fucked up, and you deserve better, a better woman than me…I really wish we would've met under different circumstances… the girl in the rain…”

“...bumping into the man with the umbrella…Now you stop saying that right away, sweets. You're gorgeous, and you are the one for me and I say it again, I'll give you all the time you need,” and he tightened his grip on you, kissing you softly.

“Loki, I would've slept with you without taking money from you because I never really wanted you to pay for me. I just want to be yours and yours only,” you whispered tiredly and snuggled up closer to him.

“And I would've paid any price for you just to be with you and to make sure that no other man touches and hurts what is mine,” he answered quietly with his wonderful velvety voice.

To the sound of his heartbeat, you fell asleep on his chest, protected by his strong arms which were still firmly wrapped around you as if he were afraid you could be gone when he woke up in the morning.

“I'll do this one thing for you and make sure that this son of a bitch will never hurt you again,” Loki whispered into the darkness of your bedroom and placed a tender kiss on your forehead. But you didn't hear him because you were already sleeping and with you closely snuggled up to him he closed his eyes and fell asleep too.

The next morning when you woke up the place in your bed next to you was cold and empty. For a moment you thought he was gone and you suddenly understand how he must've felt when he woke up that morning without you. It was a horrible feeling. But then you heard some noises from the main room of your apartment. You got off the bed and walked over to where the sounds came from. There was Loki, nearly fully dressed already and about to leave.

“What are you doing?” you asked him surprised.

“Hey, good morning, my sweet thing. You're awake. I didn't want to wake you up. I just need to do something before we have breakfast. I'll be back soon, my love. Take your time and enjoy a hot shower until I'm back. I won't take long, I promise,” he explained to you. Something seemed a bit off but you couldn't explain what it was.

“See you later, my sweet girl and I'll prepare a wonderful breakfast for you when I'm back,” and he kissed you passionately goodbye. There was something very erotic about him being fully dressed and you still being naked. You found it irresistibly indecent and arousing.

“Sounds very promising, handsome. I'll be waiting for you to come back soon,” you told him softly.

You smiled brightly after he had closed the door and you took a mug from the cupboard to make you a coffee. You couldn't wait to have him back soon though he had just left but you already missed him. You thought about yesterday and last night, about how Loki had been there for you and listened to you and about your adoration and blooming love for Loki when it suddenly hit you like a rock.

‘You're a fallen angel, someone has broken your wings and if I ever find this cruel prick who hurt you so much, I'll kill him’

‘Don't make any promises you'll never keep, Luke’

‘I'll find a way to stop him. I promise with all of my heart and soul, I'll stop him ‘

“Oh my god Loki, no… no nono no… Don't do this…no…” you panicked and nearly dropped your coffee mug. You suddenly knew what it was he needed to do before breakfast. He surely was on his way to pay a visit to Ralph. He was willing to risk his freedom for you, willing to help you, no matter what it might mean to him or the consequences it could have for him. Never before have you got showered and dressed that quickly. Hopefully, it wasn't too late to keep him from falling into calamity.

Last night before he fell asleep with you nestled in his arms, sleeping peacefully, he knew what he had to do. He remembered who he was and what he was capable of. He was a prince, a king, a fighter and still the god of mischief and trickery.

He was willing to write a new story for you and hopefully, he would be a part of it too in one way or another. He was on his way to fight for your honour and freeing you from Ralph and nothing could stop him from doing it.

🌹🥂🥃🌃🌹🥂🥃🌃❤️🌹🥂🥃🌃🌹🥂🥃🌃

@faesimps @gruftiela @lokisprettygirl @anukulee @fandxmslxt69 @foxherder @depressedpolishgirl @buttercupcookies-blog @chantsdemarins @fictive-sl0th @justjoanne242 @km-ffluv @stupidthoughtsinwriting @lovingchoices @wheredafandomat @lokixryss @huntress-artemiss @smolvenger

[itzpris15634]

Tell me more about the version of Russell you’re thinking about today please

Okay!

I love Russell a lot. He's smart, has wicked leadership skills, and is sick of everyone's shit most of the time but also he loves them.

I still think he's working for, or studying at least, law. Law student, lawyer, assistant, all that. I'm sure I mentioned this before but mmmm stuff changes. Or, if not law, perhaps something business related, like being an accountant. Sooo yeah- either social work or business. He wants to help out.

For most of his life, it's been just him and his dad Jerry. His mother is dead, and any aunts, uncles, or grandparents are either dead as well, or pretty distant.

He's trans and is demiromantic gay. He won't develop romantic attraction and feelings until he's like further into a friendship. And even then his preference mostly leans on men.

He lives on his own in a tiny house. It's not big and fancy, but it is his. Plus, it's a little elss space to look after, which makes it easier for him to make sure it's all organized and clean. And we all know how much Russell loves being organized.

(Also, not Russell specific, but I wanna mention the other characters' residences while we're here. Minka, Penny, and Blythe live in the same apartment building above the Pet Shop. Zoe lives in the Trent mansion, which she inherited from her family. Sunil, Vinnie, and Pepper also live in apartments, but each in seperate buildings.

Okay, back to the hedgehog man lol)

He has a big fuckin fear of rain. Part of this is just me projecting on to him ahah. But I do think it'd fit him, somehow. He goes crazy when it comes to preparing for rain, cause it might cause a leak in the roof, start a flood and endanger multiple people, all that.

He worked at LPS part-time in highschool, so he knows Mrs. Twombly well and regards her like a friend. It's very sweet, and they still check up on each other from time to time :]

If he's not working, I think he'd like to stay inside and read a book/watch the Duchess of Lancashire Lane. Or if he wants to go out, he'd pick somewhere like a nice museum or art gallery (usually the one where Minka's splatter art is displayed. He understands the appeal, but it doesn't appeal to him, but also he just wants to support his friend)

I think... that's all! Thank you for this opportunity for me to rant about this silly little man.

[elibean]

listen these boys have me in a vice grip ok, ive spat out like 5 fic for them in a week. this has literally never happened to me before lmao

anyway i signed up for an ao3 account and i should be done with that soon so i’ll stop spamming the tag with my fics. BUT UNTIL THEN, you’re stuck with me >:D

this runs with the “LG is from an alternate timeline” theory! 

when cxs first meets back up with LG and doesn’t think he’s alive, he ugly cries. When he is reminiscing abt lg when he thinks he’s dead, he ugly cries. I thought hey, lg isn’t very emotional. We really only see him get riled up as it pertains to cxs. What would it take for him to cry? And this is the product of that train of thought xD I’m sorry. Also whatever route s2 ends up taking, this will inevitably no longer jive with canon but hey for now it works!

           Every timeline, no matter how hard he tried, always resulted in this. Always, always, always. He should have stayed dead when possessed Qiao Ling stabbed him. It would have been better than reliving this over and over and over again. The blood on his hands; the way Cheng Xiaoshi looked at him; the touch of his hand to Lu Guang’s cheek; the way the lie “it’s going to be okay” was coughed out of his mouth; everything; all of it.

           He awakes with a start. Having nightmares; having THAT nightmare, isn’t unusual. But awaking to Cheng Xiaoshi’s voice calling out to him concernedly is.

           “Lu Guang?” he whispers. “You were murmuring in your sleep,” he continues. Lu Guang takes a minute to regain his composure. He’s sweating and his heart is racing a mile a minute.

           “Did I wake you? Sorry,” he stammers out, his voice unsteady, and that’s when he notices his eyes are wet. Shit, was I crying too?

           “It’s cool.” Back to silence. Lu Guang thinks Cheng Xiaoshi must’ve fallen back asleep. He should try to do the same, but he knows better. Knows he won’t be falling asleep anytime soon, if at all.

           “Lu Guang?” he murmurs.

           “Yes?”

           “You were…” he begins, but then pauses, like he doesn’t want to say it. A breath in. Then: “You were calling out for me in your sleep.” Lu Guang feels heat rise to his face. Embarrassing. But also, he’s mad at himself that Cheng Xiaoshi must have heard him being so pathetic, so vulnerable.

           Normally he’d deny it. Laugh it off. Call Cheng Xiaoshi an egotistical idiot for thinking Lu Guang would be calling out his name in his sleep, of all people. But. But the memory of blood is so fresh in his mind, of Cheng Xiaoshi’s lifeless body, everything, it’s all…Shit, he’s crying again.

           It must not be as quiet as he thinks, either, because Cheng Xiaoshi exclaims, “Lu Guang!” Hold it in, Lu Guang commands himself. He hears the mattress below him shift as Cheng Xiaoshi gets out of bed.

           “Lu Guang, get down here,” he commands, and who is Lu Guang to say no? He gets up and climbs down the ladder. Upon seeing Cheng Xiaoshi standing there, Cheng Xiaoshi who had been dead in his dreams moments before, who had been dead in another reality before, he breaks down, crumbling to the floor. Ugly, loud sobs. He thinks Cheng Xiaoshi looks surprised, but it’s hard to tell through the tears. He feels, rather than sees, the warm embrace of his companion, and oh, that makes it worse.

           “Hey, hey! I’m right here, it’s okay, everything’s okay,” he soothes, stroking Lu Guang’s back. There’s something ironic about being held and comforted like this by Cheng Xiaoshi, but he’s in no state to make a snarky comment on it. Instead, he hugs back tighter, digging his fingers into the fabric of Cheng Xiaoshi’s shirt. It’s too tight, it must hurt, he should apologize, but the only sounds that can come out of his mouth are sobs; sobs that make him shake and struggle for air.

           “Shh, shh. It’s okay,” Cheng Xiaoshi repeats, and how wrong he is. Sure, it’s okay now, but it won’t be okay, at some point, not if he can’t change things, not if…more tears.

           Eventually he quiets down, and reluctantly pulls away. He sniffles and wipes his nose with his sleeve.

           “Better?” Cheng Xiaoshi asks, his eyes full of concern, and something else Lu Guang can’t put a finger to. No, he thinks, but he doesn’t say that. He weakly nods.

           “Do you wanna talk about it?” No, he thinks again, but he’s tired, and sad, and devastated, and exhausted, and…

           “You died,” he splutters out. Tears threaten to spill out again. “You died, and died again,” and now he’s lying— the dream was only one loop, not the reality he’s lived over and over, but he’s already talking, “and again, and I couldn’t save you. I tried, I tried, I tried, and I failed every time, and—”

           “Oh, Lu Guang,” Cheng Xiaoshi breathes out, worry and concern lacing every syllable.

           “I just wanted to save you, that’s all I was trying to do,” he manages to get out. He looks up to Cheng Xiaoshi who is looking back at him, feeling helpless that he can’t make things better. Lu Guang breathes in. “Why can’t I save you?” he whispers, and shit, he’d screwed up, he should have said “Why couldn’t I save you?” This was supposed to be describing a dream, not the reality he’d lived over and over again, but it just slipped out. If Cheng Xiaoshi noticed, he doesn’t show it. He says nothing, but he grabs his hand.

           “Feel this?” he asks, and he does. He feels the warmth of Cheng Xiaoshi’s hand, of the hand he’s clapped and high-fived so many times before. The hand that’s punched him in anger, that’s gripped onto his shoulder as he cried. He feels the crevices in the skin, the nooks and crannies, the roughness that he’s offered skin cream to help with in the past. He feels his pulse thrumming through his wrist. Cheng Xiaoshi interlaces their fingers. “It’s me. I’m here, and I’m not going anywhere.” He’s wrong. Lu Guang can’t bring himself to look at him. “Hey. I mean it,” Cheng Xiaoshi says firmly, and releases his hand, which makes Lu Guang immediately miss the warmth. He brings his hand up to Lu Guang’s face slowly, and gently wipes away his tears. This makes Lu Guang look at him, and oh, oh, he loves him, he loves him and he’s going to die and there’s nothing he can do—

           “I’m here. It’s okay. I’m not going anywhere,” he repeats. He’s a liar. He will go somewhere, but Lu Guang can’t tell him that. So he only nods, feebly. Cheng Xiaoshi moves to hug him once more, and Lu Guang melts into it. This will have to be enough, for now.

           Later, Lu Guang will have to go back to work. Back to work to figure out how to save Cheng Xiaoshi, how to protect moments like these, protect him.

           But for now he hugs Cheng Xiaoshi back, maybe a little too tightly, and lets himself calm down. The boy is alive, and safe, and here, with him. For now, in this moment, everything is okay.

           For now.

[novemberdevils]

Intermission time!! And we are back to my weekly scheduled yabbing session!!

Carlos in media session is my favourite to stare at because he usually looks like he is somewhere we can never reach and only he knows how to get there, It makes him wonder if Carlos ever resents him, especially when he comes out on top. I genuinely had a three hour long conversation with a friend of mine over this because like come on we think Charles is the one to get us back to glory so that might feels off for carlos so kudos for mentioning it because I feel people dont think about that a lot, “Will you be racing for the win on Sunday?” No he will be racing to dnf.

Ah jack doomscrolling my beloved, george always look like he is going to cry is my favourite thing during the weekend it’s always fun to watch, but merc is shit so I dont blame because Ferrari always makes me want to cry so I get it, “You know Hischier keeps throwing your name around?” Because he is in looovveee, jack is more oblivious than me and thats saying something because there was this man who was flirting with me and buying me coffee and getting me sandwich but I thought he was just being friendly until my bestie sat me down and was like how stupid are you.

@/hugheswdc is getting bullied so jack better win so they can laugh at everyone who doubted their words -can you post the headcanon about everyone? Because im getting attached to characters who dont even exist-.

Okay second period has started so we will wait unitl the second intermission to continue the yabbing session!.

Second intermission time!! 

And now we truly start the season because the first quali has arrived! And my stress has started, JACK WITH A 1:15.977 THATS MY BOY!!!! And Ferrari 1-3 start get it boys!! “Great job, Hughes.” Everyone stay calm we have our first nico compliment to jack’s face, jack is just like me because Melbourne is also one of my favourite tracks we get each other, I need to know when does nico decide to use jack or hughes when he talks about him, but nico saying that jack is too fast he might not catch him!! Boy dont make me scream into my pillow because this is not a normal thing to say about a rival.

I want McLaren to lose sorry Jamie love you but my hatred for McLaren is stronger so I dont want to see them top 10, jack your praise kink is known because you are happy when you make the team proud, jack having more poles than nico excuse me while I go and scream about this!! It’s the ONLY thing that jack wins over nico-do you have their stat? I will be curious to read it if you post them-, nico calling jack a “force”??? My guy calm down with the compliments no need to embarrass yourself.

Okay the third period has started so this will be the end of my yabbing session for the day I hope you enjoy my commentary!

yeah i am always writing that carlos looks dead to the world because That Is What He Looks Like. and doing his weird mouth thing. casually unhinges jaw. but yeah rip carlos i know Real Life says he is in the fuckass williams for the 2025 season but this is my fanfiction and i think writing him as jack's teammate is fun. they're always lowkey beefing. for a multitude of reasons. and then i get to write annoying twitter users with carlos pfps. oops

it is Vaguely implied to me in my brain that most of the tweets and articles and stuff shown are things that jack reads. maybe not all of them. but like. he does the doomscrolling. in my heacanon (it is my fic so ig it could just be canon) he has a burner f1twt account lmao but that's not super important. he doesn't tweet on it he just doesn't want to get caught accidentally liking something on main bc that would be a whole thing. bro probably doesn't even run his own twitter account. and yeah jack and nico are both different breeds of crazy. stop talking about each other to the media. Freaks

hugheswdc is i believe the most frequent twitter user i make tweets for. she has like. 50 or something on my doc i think? idk frequent flyer but she is one of jack's biggest and most vocal fans so it is consistently relevant. also she Will fight the annoying carlos fans (jase smoothoperationnn my beloathed). and icr what tweets exactly i've posted as of yet but she totally ships jack and nico. i've posted the one that gets qrted to hell right... anyways there is rpf within my rpf. lex hugheswdc is rpfing

other things that come to mind as far as Fictional Twitter Users go is cam hughessainz does not like nico but they know better than to say anything too obvious about it. jase hates jack but we all knew that. a lot of the users i write as mercedes fans are not big on nico or jack either -- they're always mad that they're being assholes (and then extra mad that jack's fans in particular seem to Enjoy him being an asshole instead of criticizing it). the uh rbrhughes user who i don't think has a real name (sexiest title contender?) wants jack to move to red bull (hence the username) but that is a Fool's Delusion. despite his ass being not very slick in red bull territory... idiot. if you ask lex it is because he is Gay (true)

oh and the arrow zegras bitch whose @ escapes me is more of an indycar than an f1 fan and root for mclaren by the proxy of that's their favorite indy team and jack by the proxy of being friends with zegras. countdown to the month of may commences

nico and jack cannot have a normal rivalry they are just gay. i cannot resist jack hughes praise kink... i once again almost just referenced a line from a scene I HAVE NOT POSTED YET. just trust me. dude has lost his mind. and unfortunately for everybody nico has figured out The Formula and is also being crazy. i love writing fics where both halves of the ship are just crazy

[mikeyswayy]

hey, uh. hi. yeah. sorry i dont know why im doing this. im pretty sure youre dead. god i hope you arent. maybe this is just the digital form of visiting someones grave eh? yeah, i dunno. its lonely without you. keep wanting to tag you in things, god i fucking wish i could still tag you in things. i was a little scared to send this one, even just to write it, but id rather you be alive and proving me a fool for writing this than dead. maybe with my luck the universe’ll wanna make me look stupid so bad that ur actually fine. i miss you. ive been waiting the past few days you know that? waiting to be wrong waiting for you to come back waiting for this to be like the other times, but its been four days now. i just. i hope you found peace man, i hope if you are dead its better than anything ever was back here, you deserve it.

while im here i figure i may as well catch you up on everything goin on, not anywhere near as good as getting to freak out about it on here with you but i think its the best im gonna get. so basically a couple days ago frank posted five random dates in the shape of the mcr logo and that was. jesus frank. the dates are 11/13, 2/16, 3/7, 2/24, and 12/6. i now live in fear. and then today the official mcr account posted a picture with a background that looks reminiscent of paper kingdom, oh god, 150 peices of,, ash? confetti?? falling down over large red letters that spell out a backwards k and then cr. so basically. going insane over if this is mcr5 or not. fuck youll never get to see mcr5 will you? fucking scary, feels wrong to get excited about it without you. i hope youre okay, i really fucking hope youre okay and all this is for nothing i hope youre in the hospital because soneone found you before it was too late and you just cant have your phone because of it, i hope you didnt even do anything and youre just staying off tumblr just anything, please, fuck man you have to be okay alright?? im scared, i really miss you, i know we werent that close or even close at all but you mean do much to me alright i need you i need you to be fine. i hope you see this. oh, on the topic of not being close, i uh. never learned your real name. i made a small patch with your username and put it in the left breast pocket of my coat, i hope thats alright. wanted you close to me and all

i think thats it, so uh. this is goodbye i suppose. i didnt get to say goodbye before. saw your post 2 hours late. it hurts, i try not to get too caught up in the what ifs though. its hard. so goodbye friend, until next time. i hope to see you again. i love you.

I'm not dead!

I'm sorry I scared you like really badly but I'm okay

What happened was I like almost didn't but I didn't go deep enough to do any real harm to myself

I cut a little but not the full way so I'm fine but if I had went all the way I would probably be gone bc no one did like come in my room for a while after

I've just been staying off of here and not really posting because I didn't really think anyone would really care if I was dead or not

But I know you do

Also I really appreciate you saying what's been happening with MCR thank u

I know abt everything but still u telling me is really sweet, thank you

The patch is really nice, thank you

I feel like doing something similar since u did that and I probably scared the living shit out of you so yeah something with ur user maybe idk is that weird idk

I love you too man

I'm really sorry for scaring you I just didn't know what to do that day and I'm sorry for not really posting anything after that 🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤

[lionspawfic]

Margaery the Winter Widow AU

Okay, I have been thinking of the Margaery the Widow of Winterfell Idea more all day and it has exploded because suddenly I am thinking of other complications that result from this alliance and also just general vibes. A bit long, so under the cut.

-> It is a Book/TV Show Fusion with the TV Show's timeline of three buffer years and incredibly self-indulgent mix of what I liked from both.

-> Starts during Season 2/A Clash of Kings with some key differences.

1.) Margaery and Loras arrive in the tent right before Renly is murdered. They also witness the magic and together with Brienne escape the camp. Loras gives them a chance to escape and makes Brienne swear to get Margaery to safety. This leads to Margaery going on a side quest accompanying Brienne and Catelyn back to the Starks temporarily.

2.) Margaery scouts them out during this time and gets a good read on Robb, Catelyn, and the Northerners. When she gets word to her family and they come to retrieve her and thank the Starks for taking care of her, she offers her opinions on the matter. The Queen of Thorns has been chasing some of her own whispers about Joffrey and Margaery quietly points out that there is another King. It is risky, but the reward could be immense and the potential Lannister alliance has already started to sour due to them being unable to join them with Loras missing and the rush to secure Margaery leading to them at least temporarily treating with the Starks.

3.) The Tyrells offer up an alliance for marriage. Not a betrothal but one that must be secured immediately. Margaery has already been carefully working Robb and Catelyn supports the alliance. The must break the betrothal with the Freys. Robb does. Margaery sweet talks him into softening the blow with more offers of fostering and, eventually, Edmure as a groom. The Frey response is chilling.

4.) Without the Tyrell backup things aren't as resolved as quickly in King's Landing and it goes worse. I like the scene with Cersei on the Iron Throne and in this no one is there to stop her when she thinks the city falls.

5.) Sansa has a brief moment of taking charge to help a boy who looks the same age as Robb, by carrying him into one of the empty halls and helping sew up the wound. This escalates as she finds a Maester and more wounded keep getting directed to the area she has accidentally setup as a makeshift hospital. She's shaky and pale and praying certain people day, but the women of the Court she's calmed with her singing follow her when she is there and slowly some of them join her in helping tend to the wounded by sewing, bringing water/milk of the poppy, or helping clean them. Others she directs to help track supplies and keep the children occupied and safely out of the way. The Battle turns into a short siege that doesn't break until the days later and Sansa has fallen into the rhythm of directing her small corner of the Court by imitating her mother, father, and Cersei, who is missing, in turns. Shae stays with her and Sansa feels more grateful for her presence each day.

6.) Sansa is dead on her feet with the Maester she has become on some speaking turns to when she is "found". Apparently, she has been unaccounted for much like Cersei, Tommen, and Joffrey. The battle and the slow confirmation of what was going on meant that she'd slipped their minds until Tywin had a moment to breath and make sure she was secured. She almost weeps as she realizes she could have left. Tywin has her brought to him and puts her under guard and sends her to her rooms.

7.) Sansa collapses and sleeps for a full day, eventually taking a bath, and being brought food but discovering she has been locked in and is guarded. She remains so for days until she is summoned to Tywin again. He has had time to take account for her actions and is, grudgingly impressed, he informs her of how they will proceed and of the deaths that occurred and how he has been informed of his grandson's actions. He bluntly states such treatment will cease. She will be Joffrey's bride and the Queen. He tells her suitable clothing will need to be found for the funeral and that she will attend the next day. Just full Tywin and Sansa conversations. Or, at least, him talking at her.

8.) Cersei and Tommen's funerals with Sansa having some of her vicious thoughts against her and finally hearing more about the battle, including how Joffrey was found shaking under his bed.

9.) One of the people Sansa cared for comes to thank "Lady Stark" and this is the first hint of change in Sansa's status. The other noblewomen who'd helped her, greet her instead of avoiding her and some even seem sincere. She and Shae don't trust it.

10.) Sansa notices the instability in Court and how unsure everyone seems. Genna Lannister is summoned by Tywin to help steady things out. She takes a keen interest in Sansa who watches her as well. She is there to help prepare Sansa for her expected role and the marriage.

11.) Sansa starts gaining a foothold in court and vows that she will kill her husband.

12.) Margaery and Robb bond and Margaery finds herself fond of her second husband. He makes her slip up an be honest. He makes her laugh for real, a pig snort kind of laughter she's always hid behind sweet giggles. When her mask drops he comforts her. He listens to her solemnly but smiles like the sun in rare, rare moments. She's worried she is a little too fond of him. She's even getting used to Grey Wind who she is terrified of.

13.) Sansa-Joffrey Wedding and Robb-Margaery Wedding parallels.

14.) Margaery and the Tyrells presence and actions subtly influence Robb's campaign. Mace is killed. Robb and Margaery comfort each other about the shared loss of fathers.

15.) Power struggles in Court and Sansa building up her influence through charity and socializing while dealing with Joffrey. She realizes Shae and Tyrion are lovers and accepts it because she loves Shae who loves her back just as much.

16.) Tywin-Joffrey tensions as he tries to control him and oddly Tywin-Sansa bonding.

17.) The Red Wedding occurs.

18.) Sansa discovers her family is dead and Varys approaches her.

19.) Margaery is attacked and gets escorted out by her guards and Grey Wind who refuses to leave her side. News reaches them of Robb and Catelyn's death. The North is not quite as destroyed but seemingly has no leader. Margaery and Olenna are taken to Greywater Watch where many have been gathering and Margaery discovers she's pregnant. Olenna offers moontea and the chance to return home and leave the North. Margaery has been denying she's in mourning and in love trying to think of the "best" choice. Right up until something reminds her of Robb and she hides out in a corner. She cries, ugly soppy tears, and finds a hidden figure a Northerner who she doesn't recognize but treats her kindly and then she realizes who it is. Ned Stark lived.

20.) Margaery decides to stay as a Widow Queen and keeps the baby while a Northern Civil War starts to build itself up to overthrow the Boltons with those who'd betrayed Robb and those staying with the Starks.

21.) Margaery-Ned bond as the baby grows.

22.) Jaime arrives to find confirmation that Cersei is gone and a terrible mirror of his youth with a Mad King and a Queen he cannot protect. Jaime is not stable and doing poorly but focuses on his vow to Catelyn and convincing Sansa of his and Brienne's seriousness.

23.) Sansa gets pregnant and begins to bond with Jaime and the distressed Brienne.

24.) Littlefinger vanishes.

25.) Instead of a Purple Wedding, Sansa has twins, a daughter and a son.

26.) Ramsay arrives to give Roose Bolton's regards and loyalty. He and Joffrey bond.

27.) Joffrey gets worse as his and Sansa's official coronation approaches.

27.) Joffrey has Tywin killed and takes control of the Red Keep.

28.) Sansa leads a coup and frames Ramsay for the murder, cleanses the Keep, and the King's Guard and declares war on Roose Bolton who "betrayed his liege lord and his king and broke sacred rites". Sansa is declared Queen until her children are of age.

29.) Stannis denounces Sansa as a traitor.

30.) Jon is killed by his men and brought back he hears that Sansa is Queen and says he'll go to her directly to ask for reinforcements. They reunite and they both break a little at the sight of each other. Sansa confesses the truth, she killed Joffrey and Ramsay and she intends to go for Roose. She knows she can't take back the North, she's tainted now and Jon comforts her, assuring her she'll always be a Stark. She returns the acknowledgement and asks him if he will take it for her. He freezes up but she says she can't, which means she's convinced she doesn't deserve it due to how she's had to change to survive.

31.) Jon goes up North and discovers the Great Northern Conspiracy and discovers Ned and Margaery and Robb's son.

32.) Everyone is convinced Jaime Lannister is ruling through Sansa.

33.) The Starks take back the North. There is talk of Jon and Margaery marrying and Ned talks them out of it and offers a revelation.

34.) Robb meanwhile is in the East trying to get back West, after he was dragged out of Westeros to escape. He encounters Arya and convinces her to come home with him.

35.) Reunion as they find each other once more. The only one left in the War is Stannis who will not stop. Ned is furious at the sight of Lannisters but they are thoroughly loyal to Jaime who is loyal to Sansa, whom they call the Red Lion. Sansa grants the North their independence and returns the Crown of Winter.

35.) Turns out Littlefinger has been helping Daenerys for reasons no one can figure out. And he has two very important pieces, a Catelyn Tully, whose injuries made her lose her memories and control of the Vale he throws behind Stannis to "avenge" Lord Arryn he convinces the Lords was murdered by the Lannisters.

36.) With the Kingdoms, mostly, united the preparations against the Long Night are more solid. Sansa begins evacuating people South and moving to secure the North.

37.) Aegon, the Mummers Dragon, attacks distracting Sansa, who now feels responsible for those sworn to her.

38.) Robb arrives to help her and they cry as she introduces him to the kids and tells him about his son. With him is Theon who he reunited with and whom Sansa had sent to find her sister if he wanted her forgiveness.

39.) Wildfire is just as useful as Dragonfire against the Others.

40.) Stannis reluctantly concedes the throne when they call a Great Council rather than continue a War. Several claimants are put forward. Sansa wins.

41.) To Oberyn Martell, Sansa sends the Mountain and Myrcella Martell visits her goodsister in turn, smiling to reunite with her Uncle.

-> This is incredibly rough and there will be a lot more going on, but Margaery and Sansa are the central hubs around which things turn. It's only called the Margaery Widow story due to the vivid image I had of her mourning clothes and the idea of Sansa marrying Joffrey and getting called the Red Lion. And then proceeding to kill her husband.

-> Unsure about Sansa's endgame. Maybe Jonsa? I read some fun fics I've read making me want to try it out and because I think it is thematically interesting as a set up, but unsure. Within the setup Jaime and she do fit since they mirror each other so often, but I am hardcore Brienne/Jaime.

-> Not really Dany anything for this fic. She'd honestly be more of a epilogue character.

[spiesareforeverobsessed]

Take Me Back In Time To Love You Chapter 3: Explanations

The last of my old fics that I am transferring to this account. Another multi chapter that I may continue. Once again I am not sure if I have uploaded this to tumblr before or only to Ao3 but it is my work. Enjoy!

Trigger Warnings: Death, Self Harm, Suicidal Thought, Intent to commit suicide, canon typical violence, guns

Summary: Six long years after he killed the man he fell in love with Curt Mega has finally taken down the last of the organization that corrupted Owen. But now he has nothing left to live for. Unless....what if he could have a second chance? Could he change the world for the better?

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Curt woke having slept better than he had in a long time.

He was disoriented for a minute, confused at the feeling of soft sheets and a large bed beneath him in contrast to the small twin bed and flannel sheets in his current safehouse. It takes him a moment before the events of yesterday come crashing back to him. A smile instantly spreads on his face.

He shifts over, eyes still closed, reaching for Owen. His eyes shot open when his hand met nothing but more of the silky sheets. He looked beside him and sure enough his partner was gone. He felt his breathing start to pick up as he scrambled to his feet.

“Owen?” He called out hopefully, no response.

He checked the bathroom, the kitchen, the living area, everywhere. Searching and calling out for Owen over and over. No sign of his partner. This couldn’t be happening. He had just gotten him back. He couldn’t have lost him again already. He couldn’t take that. He could feel his breathing speeding up more and air seemed to be getting harder and harder to take in. He could feel warm tears slipping down his cheeks. He called out weakly for his partner one last time and sunk to the floor when he received no reply.

He wasn’t sure how long he stayed on the floor like that before he heard the door opening. He instinctively but wobbly reached for his weapon. He heard a loud thump as something fell to the floor and then the next thing he knew, his husband was in front of him, gun at the ready, scanning the room for threats.

“Curt! What happened? Are you hurt? Were you attacked? Are they still here? Do we need to leave? Are we compromised?” Curt ignored all of Owen’s questions and pulled him closer. “You were gone.” He whispered as he buried himself in Owen’s chest. Owen let out a sigh that sounded relieved and confused as he put his weapon away and hugged his husband. “I’m here Curt. I just went across the street to the market to get some things for breakfast. I left you a note on your nightstand. I didn’t mean to scare you.”

Curt nodded in acknowledgement but didn’t speak as he just clung tightly to Owen. Owen picked him up and moved them both to the couch. He held Curt close and gently rocked him back and forth until his breathing regulated itself. Once Curt had calmed down Owen pulled back. Not entirely, he was still holding onto Curt’s waist loosely, but just enough that he could look Curt in the eyes. His expression was soft, concerned but dead serious.

“Alright, love. You have been acting weird since we met up yesterday. I was willing to let it slide last night because I figured you would tell me when you are ready. But this? I can’t just let this go. So spill. Tell me what’s going on, darling.”

Curt froze for a minute straight before remembering they had something prepared for this. Something he was supposed to tell Owen anyway. He didn’t think it was going to go over easy though. “You’re going to be mad at me.” He warned. “Tell me anyway.” Owen insisted, causing Curt to sigh.

“So for….a while now. I have been looking into this terrorist organization.” Owen nodded at his words. “Okay, why would I be mad about that? That’s your job. You kinda have to complete the missions you are assigned, it’s a pretty big part of being a spy.” Owen reasoned. Curt hesitated before continuing. “Cynthia doesn’t know Owen. Yet. I am going to tell her soo-” He is cut off by his partner. “You’re investigating a terrorist organization by yourself? With no backup? No one knows?”

Curt nodded. “Curt! You can’t do that! You are going to get yourself killed!” Owen exclaimed. “I know, I know. It’s just…you know how Cynthia can get sometimes. I got a tip from someone about this group and I didn’t want to bother her with it until I was sure it was legit.” Owen took a deep breath, still clearly upset but trying to hear Curt out rationally. “And they are? Legit I mean.”

Curt nodded, letting his fear show some in his eyes. “They are a very real threat. I think they are the most dangerous organization I have ever come across. And one of the largest.” Curt admitted. “And you have been going up against them all on your own.” Curt hesitated. “I...well….I had Barb.” Owen huffed. “I respect the things Miss Lavernor is capable of but she is not a field agent, she can’t watch your back the same way.”

“I know. I….I’ve had someone else helping me too. Checking into it. A friend. A former Russian spy.” Owen gave him a sharp look. “You have had another spy helping you with this?” Curt nodded. “Well, former spy technically.” Owen nodded, his face contorted into an expression Curt couldn’t quite decipher. “So you told another spy about this, but you didn’t tell me.”

Curt paused for a second taking in the words. “Owen, you know it’s not...not like….” Owen sighed. “I know you would never cheat on me Curt, I trust you completely. But I am your partner, professionally and personally. If you were going to ask a spy for help I guess I just thought I would be the first one you would come to.”

Curt raised a hand and gently laid it on Owen’s cheek with a smile. “You would be. I trust you to have my back more than anyone else in this world. But you were...not available to contact when I started investigating and Tati is a close second. Besides, she is retired and didn’t have anything else going on. You have your own missions to deal with.” He pointed. “I would have made the time to help you.” Owen shot back. “I know you would have. I’m telling you now aren’t I?”

Owen sighed but nodded in acknowledgement. “You’re right. Sorry. I just don’t like the thought of you putting yourself in extra danger and me not knowing about it.” He confessed. “I understand that. Next time you will be the first to know, I promise.” Curt assured him. “Or there could just not be a next time for putting yourself in more danger.” Owen suggested to a nod from Curt. “Or that.”

“Okay, while I am glad I know about this now, I still am not getting what this has to do with you acting so odd.” Curt sighed at Owen’s words, fidgeting a bit. “Chimera...one of the things that they are doing is they are recruiting spies. Actually, recruiting is too kind of a word for it. They are kidnapping spies and turning them against their countries, their agencies, the world. They have a way of brainwashing people. Getting inside their heads and twisting everything until they will determinedly go against everything they once believed in. I...during my investigation of them I came face to face with a spy I used to know that they got to. He was a completely different man. I ended up having to shoot him....” Curt trailed off, lost in memory for a moment, slightly paler than usual as a visible shiver racked his body.

Owen gave him a gentle squeeze of comfort. “I am sorry to hear that, love. That must have been awful. No wonder you are acting a bit off.” Curt shook his head at Owen’s words. “That’s not it. Barb and I….we managed to get our hands on a list of spies they intend to recruit this way. Your name is on that list, O.”

There was silence for a minute as the British agent took that information in. “That’s why you were so eager to get us out of that compound last night and why you had a panic attack when I was gone this morning.” Owen surmised. Curt nodded solemnly. “I have no idea how close Chimera is to you Owen, all I know is I can’t let them get to you. I only found out about you being on the list yesterday when I had already started the compound mission, I was going to call you as soon as I got through with it. I got lucky that you were assigned to the same mission. I was so relieved to see you there. So relieved I wasn’t too late, that they hadn’t already gotten you.”

Owen must have been able to sense just how distressed he was as he pulled Curt closer and started rubbing soothing circles into his back. “Hey, they’re not going to get me Curt. I am one of the two best spies in the world and I have the other best spy in the world watching my back. I’ll be okay, we’ll figure this out together.”

Curt nodded and looked up at Owen with slightly glassy eyes. “I just….I can’t lose you.” The words came out slightly shaky, broken, full of emotion. “You won’t.” Curt tried to take comfort in how sure his partner sounded. His lips pulled up into a slight smile as Owen decided to emphasize his declaration with a short, soft kiss to Curt’s lips. “I love you.” Owen whispered as he pulled back. “I love you too.” The response was automatic but sincere.

They sat in silence for several minutes, just holding on to each other. Curt was clinging to Owen almost like a lifeline, it was almost if talking about Chimera brought back just how real they were and what they could do, had done. “Hey, it’s going to be okay Curt. You need to relax. I have never seen you so scared before.” Curt sniffled a bit at the words. “I just keep thinking what if they get to you? What if they turn you? What if I end up the one that has to fight you? Put you in jail? Kil-” He cuts himself off. He can’t say it. “That will never happen Curt. I don’t care how good their brainwashing techniques are. Nothing and no one in this world could turn me against you.” Curt lets out a short wry chuckle at his husband’s declaration.

He wishes he could believe that.

They stay on the couch, just holding each other for a while before getting up to make breakfast. Thankfully only two out of the dozen eggs cracked when Owen had dropped his bags on kthe floor upon seeing Curt. They cook together, Owen chopping up the ingredients and Curt turning them into omelettes. There is silence as they do this but it is not uncomfortable.

When they are sitting at the table eating, the subject of Chimera comes up again.

“So what do you plan to do about them?” Owen asked him, curious. “They have to be taken down. No matter what it takes. they are just too dangerous.” Curt replied, determination clear in his voice. Owen nodded. "Well let me know if there is anything I can do to help. I wish I could be right by your side the whole time."

Curt wasn't going to get a better opening than this. "What if you could?" Owen looked at him with curiosity. "Do you think you could convince your boss to lend you to America to help take down Chimera?" Owen looked unsure so Curt continued on.

"He gets to say England played a part in taking down an international terrorist organization. He won't have to pay for your room and board because I know someone who will feed you and let you stay with him. And I am sure Cynthia would lend him a couple agents in exchange."

"And it would make you feel better to have me where you can keep and eye on me." Owen guessed easily. Curt nodded, not at all embarrassed at being figured out. "It would." Owen smiled at him. "Alright. I'll ask. No promises though." Curt smiled widely back. "Thank you."

Curt privately thought that if Owen's boss didn't agree he would just have to kidnap his husband. He was fine with that.

It wasn't until Owen burst out into laughter that Curt realized he has spoken aloud.

[backjustforberena]

Daft, but I’m stressed so the small part of my brain is over here right now. BUT I keep thinking about the scene where Rhaenys finds out Corlys being near-dead. And first, I want to point out something that is probably just coincidental editing or just something unconscious but I really love: Eve Best’s right arm.

First shot ^^^^, as Maester Kelvyn is giving all the details. Her arm is not up. I don’t know where it is, probably on her lap or something. But instantly she’s in a position of vulnerability, in comparison to later shots. We don’t see her move her arm or reposition it when we get the close-ups of Rhaenys, or her exchange with Baela. She’s listening as a wife. She’s listening informally. But then when she asks her questions, when she enquires about Evenfall, and calculates how long it’ll take to get there, she’s got her Head of House head on again. She’s a ruler, you can tell just from her voice. And we cut to her giving orders:

BAM! Arm up. Hand on the arm of the throne, posture straight, every inch a Queen. She is the Lady of Driftmark, and she knows how to fulfil that role: there’s no hesitancy or sense she’s uncomfortable. She’s filling that throne up, claiming her authority to give her orders to Kelvyn that all be made ready to prepare for Corlys’s arrival. There is no question. There is no need for comfort or pity. And she remains like that for the rest of the scene, with that hand even curling into something akin to a fist when Vaemon insults Corlys. She stays regal. Defensive. Strong.

But it got me thinking: how does this scene start? We jump into it when Kelvyn is giving his account. It’s a very formal setting to hear a message from her husband. I doubt Rhaenys is too formal to not hear it in private, and in fact, she probably would have wished for it. I can’t imagine a scenario where Kelvyn says: I’ve got word from your husband, and she says: okay let me just get my brother in law and granddaughter for this. 

My headcanon? She was not prepared. She was taking petitions or doing other similar business, already sitting the Driftwood Throne. It’s daylight, after all. That would account for Vaemond lurking in the background, and Baela being at her right hand as her ward. Kelvyn got the message, hurried down there and stayed at the back until the last townsperson had gone, escorted out by guards. Then he says he has a raven has come concerning the Fleet, and steps forward (stands where formal addressers would).

She was informal, for a second, she’s already tired and so she has her guard down. Kelvyn mentions the Fleet and that Corlys, and I can’t help but feel for a second that she thinks it’s news that Corlys is coming home. Because from Rhaenys’s opening line (“It’s been near six years since I last saw my lord husband, Maester. I must know. Will he live?”) you KNOW that Kelvyn did not get to the point quickly.

[uselesssomebody]

𝕘𝕣𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕞𝕒'𝕤 𝕥𝕣𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤 - peter parker x reader (request)

complete masterlist | mcu masterlist | peter parker masterlist

“𝕒-𝕓-𝕔-𝕕-𝕖-𝕗-𝕦” - abcdefu | gayle

➵ part one of the ‘abcdefu’ miniseries

words || 𝟜𝕜

summary || in which peter cheats on the reader and causes them to find a way to get back at him

a/n || ok so hi i'm not dead.

➵ posting now cuz no way home comes out in 3 days (!!) for me and i'm real excited to watch it

➵ this is a request! anon request - and the original prompt is at the bottom because otherwise some things are spoiled.

➵ next thing out will be the part 2 to the stucky-non-stucky fic (greetings from california)

➵ some warnings: - infidelity (peter cheats/attempts to cheat on reader) - mj being a good friend (not a warning, just people always make her out to be a bratty boyfriend-stealer and she'd really never do that) - probably doesn't make a lot of canonical sense - a little rushed - really ooc peter (like he'd never do most of the stuff he does in this fic.

➵ originally called 'abcdefu (I)’

➵ enjoy!

continuation || part two

warnings || angst

i stared at the picture displayed on her phone screen. my boyfriend’s extremely distinguishable instagram account - complete with the dumb pun he’d kept as his username that we’d both giggled at - and the message under it.

‘i know this might be a little weird. especially since we’ve been friends for a while. but i want you to know’

‘i really like you. a lot. and i want to know if there’s any chance that you’ll let me take you out?’

‘there’s an exhibit at the smithsonian i heard you mention to ned. we should go sometime.’

the most jarring part of it was just how similar it was to what he said to get me to go on a date with him. it was almost a copy-and-paste - actually - but he mentioned a chinese place near his apartment instead of the smithsonian.

mj looked at my face of shock, placing a tentative hand on my back.

“i’m really, really sorry about this.” i shake my head.

“uhm, it’s not your - it’s not your fault.” my voice cracks a bit, and i turn away from her a little.

“i don’t want to make you feel worse, but i think you’re entitled to know that - well, when i asked if he had a girlfriend, he sorta mentioned you guys breaking up.” she said something after that, but i couldn’t hear it over the sound of blood rushing in my ears.

the fucking audacity.

i wanted to strangle someone. hell - i wanted to take that stupid lego piece he always raves about making with ned and hit him over the head with it.

i can’t look at mj - and now we’re both silent.

“i - thank you. i woulda looked like a real idiot staying with-” i pause, any number of insults ready to spew, but i opt against it, “him. i appreciate you coming to me before doing anything.” she nodded.

“yeah - ‘f course. and, uh - look, we don’t know each other that well, but if you ever need anything from me, then just let me know.” i nod, a small smile creeping on my face.

“hey, let me ask - how good is this smithsonian exhibit?”

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it was pretty good. mj was the quiet type - as far as i knew - but the new exhibit detailing women’s suffrage had her ranting like a podcaster. i didn’t know nearly enough to keep up with her, but i was very content listening to her quiet whispers and rambles as i inspected each aspect of the exhibition.

we went out for lunch after. she was unbelievably sweet about the whole thing - her watchful gaze bringing me more comfort than concern - knowing that she wanted to make sure that i was okay, without bringing up anything that would trigger me.

i didn’t realize how much i needed a day out with a friend - instead of what i’d been doing up until then.

“hey, could i talk to you real quick?”

i shut my locker door in a bit of a rush, startled by the voice from behind it. of course, that included dropping a textbook. a small squawk of shock escapes my lips, but before i hear the large thud of it hitting the floor, a hand suspends it right at my waistline. i look up in even more shock, and meet peter’s half-smile, ever present in his brown eyes.

“wow.” my statement’s a little breathy as i take the book from his hands, place it into my locker, and close it - properly this time, “you need to talk to me?” he runs his fingers through his hair, nodding.

“yeah - that’d be great.” i smiled, gesturing him to lead the way.

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i don’t think me and pete would have ever actually talked if we hadn’t ended up being assigned as partners for a project. both of us just a bit too ambitious for our own good, we ended up alternating between each other’s houses for the few weeks leading up to the deadline. my house was mostly empty whenever he came over - but i quickly realized that his aunt may would be someone i’d be meeting quite a bit. she was unbelievably sweet, if not a bit bad at baking, but she was really a gracious host.

realistically, our conversations always strayed off work, the actual things we were doing being just a bit too dull to hold a conversation about. we talked about our childhoods, best subjects, hobbies, favorite movies, favorite music - really, anything. that led to us keeping the star wars movies on in the background of our little study sessions - or, should i get the chance, i’d put on one of my must-listen playlists.

if there was one thing i enjoyed about him - it was the company. we didn’t really have to be speaking, but his presence alone made me comfortable.

we got an a+ on the project. to celebrate, we went out: a well-deserved dinner for the both of us. then we went out again, a trip to the movies (as friends, of course).

we’d occupied each other’s weekends for nearly two months - before he finally got the balls to ask me out.

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i knew i had finished my classes for the day - but i could have sworn he had physics in another 5 minutes. regardless, i followed him out of the building.

“you alright?” he asked, after a few seconds of silence. he’s looking at the cloudy october sky, noticing my definitely not warm enough outfit. he immediately shrugs his jacket off and, before i can stop him, he’s placed it around my - admittedly - cold shoulders, leaving him in a pale blue hoodie.

“you - uh, you didn’t have to.” i say, juxtaposed to my hands pulling the jacket further over my chest.

“i know.” there’s another silence.

“so…” i glance at him through my peripheral, and his nose and cheeks have gone a bit pink. smiling a little, i assume it’s from the cold, “what did you want to talk about?”

“um, i - well, i was going to work myself up to it but-” i stagger a little.

“y’know you can talk to me right? what is it?” then, it clicks.

the hesitance, the blush, his general awkward demeanor.

“is it a girl?” he chokes on his breath a little, and i giggle, “i knew it! who is it? the brunette in chem? the one with the pink hair in calc?” my mind’s racing - with both theories, and that he was actually willing to tell me about his crush.

“no, no - not either of them.” i quirk an eyebrow, shocked that both of my -what i thought were spot-on - guesses had been so easily rejected, “i actually feel like i’m a lot closer to her.” i’m silent as i think about who on earth he was actually quite close to. he sighs a little, a small smile on his face, “which is why i’m currently asking her if she’d like to go out on a date with me.” i stop in my tracks, unbelievably confused by his ambiguity - before i realize that there was really nothing to be confused about.

the confession hits me like a truck, and all i can do is gasp and point an awkward finger at myself. the spectacle makes peter laugh, before he nods.

“look, i know it’s little weird because we’ve been friends for a while now. but-” his face is serious, and he goes to clear a few strands of hair from my face, “i really like you. i needed to shoot my shot.” i gulp a little, the softness of his anxious smile making me realize i needed to put his poor heart to rest.

“where’re we going?” his toothy smile shines once he processes my answer.

“oh! there’s this cool-looking chinese place right next to my place. i thought we could-”

“that sounds perfect. friday?” he smiles wider, nodding.

“friday.”

he was really all a girl could ask for. at the start, anyway.

there was nearly half a year of consistency and joy in this fucking relationship. there was the cute, impromptu moments, the long nights spent with each other, the way he’d introduce me to all his friends as his. oh - and, who could forget the priceless look on flash’s face as he realizes midtown’s very own penis parker got a girlfriend - a bruise to his perpetually lonely self, as well as his massive ego.

his friends were as sweet as he was. ned, the loveable goof that he was. more than that, he was one of the most loyal people i’ve ever seen, doing anything he could to make me comfortable - and, in all honesty, the reason i saw peter so highly: whenever me and ned were alone, he’d tell me tons of cute, fun, and sweet stories about my new boyfriend.

then there was mj. well, according to ned, they weren’t really friends, but she did hang out with them quite a bit. she was a bit quiet, and - when she did speak - it was because something in our conversation had caught her attention. we didn’t talk nearly as much, but she was polite to me - and we had that one conversation about a recent bill considering abortion rights that she’d been following for weeks and i... well, i saw it trending on twitter.

he spent a lot of time with her. it started off as a general annoyance towards her. then it became a bit of a general fondness. then they started talking a lot. soon, he was as close to her as he was to ned, talking about facts that she’d tell him, talking about conversations they’d had. and i totally didn’t care - except that he talked about her all the time.

and i did try to ignore it. i didn’t want to be overbearing, especially into this short a relationship - so i let it go every time he talked about her. except for one time:

i was at my absolute limit with everything, and i managed to squeak out a timid, “you talk about her a lot, you know.” he was midway through telling me about one of those murder cases that she’d told him about, and his face falls a little. there’s a pause.

“sorry, i thought you were interested.” i want to scream at him, scoff, roll my eyes and tell him that i’m not her. but the mopey look and the puppy eyes he had trained on the floor made me feel devastated that i caused him to stop his excited ramble. i quickly shake my head.

“no, no - i am. please, continue.” his face brightens again, and he finishes the story - though, with the courtesy of not going into too much detail, or mentioning mj’s name that much.

later that night, i remember him consoling me, “i hope you’re not worried.” the topic had long since left my mind, so i looked at him in confusion.

“worried?”

“about mj. and, well, that we’re friends.” i shake my head.

“nah, i don’t mind it. i - um, guess i was just a little annoyed.”

“a little jealous?” i snap my eyes to look at him, a playful - some would say shit-eating - grin on his face.

“no, not jealous!” he shrugs, hands up in surrender.

“fine - but you are cute when you’re jealous.” i scoff at him, giggling a little as he pulls me into a tighter hug.

i should’ve trusted those instincts - i wasn’t being a paranoid girlfriend. i underestimated just how well i knew peter - well enough to know when he falls in love with someone.

real fucking shame that someone wasn’t me.

it’d been nearly a week and a half. he’d tried texting.

‘hey, wanna meet up tonight?’

my response was just as concise.

‘go fuck yourself’

i promptly blocked him, going out of my way to avoid him between classes. i quickly realized mj had been doing the same, leading the both of us to always eat our meager lunches off campus together - usually in a comfortable silence.

ned tried talking to me. i let him, although i knew he was acting as peter’s messenger.

“hey, how’re you doing?” my eyes look up to meet his, a soft smile trying to goad me into a conversation.

“i’m fine. you?” i try to remain as curt as possible - while remembering that this was ned - and no one could ever be rude to ned.

“i’m - i’m good. hey, is everything okay with you and peter? i don’t see you guys together much anymore.” i force a smile.

“just relationship issues. if you’re really curious, you should ask him! i’m sure he knows what he’s done.” he squints his eyes in confusion, before shrugging.

“alright, whatever you say. have a nice day.”

“you too, ned.”

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he finally managed to corner me as i tried to grab a book from my locker between classes. i noticed him come out of the bathroom through my peripheral, and immediately cursed under my breath, trying to sink as far into my locker as possible. people milled around behind me, and i hoped they covered up my figure enough for him not to notice.

of course, he did.

“hey, y/n. we need to talk.” i roll my eyes, the cliche oozing off his tone. i kept myself busy with my locker.

“i don’t think we do.”

“oh, come on, y/n!” his voice raises, causing a couple people to look at us. i whip around to face him, a look of pure venom in my eyes.

“what? what the fuck do you wanna say?” i hiss at him.

“what do i wanna say? i want a fucking explanation from you! ghosting me, ignoring me, fucking blocking me?” i glance around. the general traffic had stopped, with quite a few people staring at the spectacle peter was creating.

“peter, can we please do this some other time?” i say it through my teeth, not bothering to look him in the eyes.

“no - there is no other time. you gotta give me something.” i scoff.

“you want an explanation? fine. you wanna know why i blocked you - because you tried to get with the girl you said i shouldn’t be worried about.” he blinks at me, a little stunned. our voices are accompanied by hushed whispers all across the hall.

“what? what are you talking about?” i huff at him, muttering an ‘un-fucking-believable’ under my breath as i reach for my phone. i open it, brandishing the picture of his messages to mj and shoving the screen in his face. he takes it from me, his face dropping as he looks at it. there’s an almost unheard ‘shit’ that leaves his lips.

“now you remember what i’m talking about?”

“god - no, you don’t understand, it was a mistake - i didn’t mean to send that to her.” i laugh, but it’s humorless.

“really? well, who did you mean to send it to?” his hard gaze meets mine, jaw clenched as his face mirrors the fury present in my own.

“you know that’s not what i meant.”

“we’re done.” i slam my locker shut, fully forgetting about my book, and duck underneath his arm. he grabs my wrist before i can get away, causing me to choke a little.

“what?” i’m seething, the watchful glares of everyone not helping in the slightest.

“you deaf, parker? i said we’re done.” my voice’s also raised, wanting him to revel in the same humiliation i was feeling. he yanks me towards him, bringing his lips to my ear.

“no we’re fucking not - you’re not leaving me.”

“well, you shoulda thought about that before trying to get with someone else!” i wrench my hand out of his grip, attempting to make my way to the exits. i was so fucking done with everything - classes was bottom priority on my list.

“fuck you, y/n!” he shouts after me, causing me to screw my eyes shut and try to block out his voice, “you weren’t even fucking worth it! she was so much more to me - you were just fucking there. that’s it! that’s all we were!” i’m nearly 10 meters away from him, but i hear an unbelievably distinct whisper slip past his lips. i would have been freaking out that i’d heard him, should the contents of the whisper not have pissed me off so much.

“fucking bitch.” i turn around and glare at him - probably looking unhinged. for a second, i don’t know what to say, all i know is that i want him to hurt like he made me hurt - cry like i cried. i saw his eyes widen, and his mouth open, tongue flopping out for a half-second like he was choking. i blink twice in shock, the anger dissipating a little, and he goes back to looking healthy: a little red and gasping for air - but healthy.

“well, now you’ve lost me and her.” i turn back and leave before he can react.

the way home is filled with me blaring my music at full volume through my earbuds, trying to drown my thoughts with overbearing drums, melodies and poetic words. i fumble with my keys this time, causing a frustrated groan to leave my mouth. before i can get it open, someone from inside unlocks it - allowing me entrance. i’m a little confused - my parents are barely home, especially midway through a weekday.

that’s when i realize it’s not my parents. the small purple suitcase is immediately recognizable, as are the small trays of baked goods i spot on the counter. i whip around to look at the exaggerated smile on my grandmother’s face.

“grandma?” she nods, pulling me into a tight hug.

“hey, darling! my gosh, you’ve grown - haven’t you?” her intonation is one of my favorite sounds in the world - the drawl just long enough to not be annoying, but to instead be comical. i never got bored of it.

“s’not that much, only a half-inch. it’s the heels!” i point down at the boots i was wearing, that added a solid 4 or 5 inches to my stature. she looks down, fawning over the color for a bit, and causing me to join her.

suddenly, i’m feeling good again.

⌟

⌜

my paternal grandmother. i grew up with her - my dad promising not to leave her side after the death of my grandfather. in all honesty, the arrangement became mutually beneficial - after all, she was the one who ended up raising me.

i grew up hearing her stories - but i quickly realized they were all stories after she’d already become a grandma. she barely ever told me childhood stories - and god forbid we mention her in her 20s and 30s.

i didn’t really care that much, though, feeling content with the stories she did tell me - as well as her almost otherworldly baking skills, over-the-top jokes, and her habit of getting way too invested into movies we’d watch together.

she didn’t live with us anymore, but she visited for a weekend once a month - and i always looked forward to those visits. it just so happened that this one coincided with the worst day of my life. and she was going to help me through it.

agatha l/n, née harkness - solving my problems 1 cookie at a time.

⌟

⌜

she’d managed to stop me thinking about the day, about my ex - really, about everything - all while we caught up. but then, when we decided to watch a movie, even her little quips and comments could not stop the surging of blood i could hear in my ears everytime i pictured his face - or remembered his words.

“you alright, honey?” i snap my eyes open - not even realizing i’d closed them, and look at her. she had a concerned look in her eyes.

“yeah - yeah, i’m fine.” my words are breathy, and she reaches to pause the movie.

“are you sure? you can tell me if something’s wrong.” i feel my bottom lip quiver, her empathy making me want to come undone. she notices, and she rushes to my side, cradling me into the drapey sweater she had on, “what’s wrong, baby? talk to me.”

i felt a tear slip down my hot cheeks, and it’s all it takes for me to tell her everything. she listens patiently, though i notice her tense when i mention peter’s last words to me. we grow silent after i finish, both of us contemplating what to do. suddenly, she adjusts my face so i’m looking at her.

“i’ve got a plan.” i look at her, confused.

“a plan.”

“to get back at that idiot.”

“peter?”

“yes, honey - him.” i think about it for a minute, before realizing that i didn’t care that this was petty.

“what is it?”

she leaves me to shuffle through her suitcase, procuring a thick book from the very bottom of it.

“sorry honey, haven’t done a revenge spell in a couple decades - need a refresher.” she flicks through the book, while i try to process what she’s said.

“a what?” she looks at me, a look of realization on her face.

“you were never told?”

“told what?” she goes quiet, before a small smile grows on her face. she points to the remote across the room, and i follow her finger. she makes a beckoning motion towards it, and - i have to blink.

no, no, no that can’t be right!

it was moving towards us, all on it’s own accord. not just moving, it was floating. i was staring at it, mouth agape - fully dumbfounded - as it finally lands in her palm.

my throat’s dry, but i manage to splutter out a choked, “what? how did you-”

“you’re dad’s getting a stern talk for not telling you this.”

“what did you do? how did you do that? is it magnets, a string? a device?”

“it’s magic, darling.” my eyes widen further at her casual comment.

“magic! that’s not real! there’s a scientific explanation for this - what’d you do?”

“science won’t help you here.” her voice booms for a second, and i look up in shock, a dark look on her face. i quickly snap my mouth shut, and let her continue, “i won’t overwhelm you tonight - i’ll explain everything later. now, come here, let me teach you this.” i tentatively walk over to her, looking over her shoulder at the book.

i was freaking the fuck out, but i remembered that this was still my grandma - and i still trust her.

“what - what does it do?” she smiles at me, pleased to the fact that i was warming up to it all.

“it makes the subject twice as upset as you were because of what they did to you.”

“and it just… knows? is there, like, a scale for it or something?” she lets our an amused exhale.

“something like that. are you ready?” i sigh.

“yeah - yeah, i guess i am.”

“perfect. put your hands up.”

original request:

Can I request a Peter Parker x reader with the Lovers to enemies trope? Like Peter cheated on (y/n) and got ridiculed over, Peter even embarrassed her at public. (Y/n) was full of hatred? It was then revealed that her grandma is Agatha Harkness and Agatha knows that her grandchild wants some revenge and she’s willing to teach her some magic.

[ramzawrites]

(Platonic techno x Piglin Hybrid Reader)

Imagine a 7-8 y/o piglin hybrid finds techno's nether portal and out of pure childhood curiosity decides to go through it and ends up in the snow biome. They almost immediately get frostbite and pass out due to living in the nether and usually being warm. Eventually techno finds the child by his nether portal and look's around to see no parents so assumes they are an orphan he goes to pull out his orphan obliterater but the voices get louder telling him to take them home and protect them eventually gives in wraps his cape around them and brings them home to warm them up

(Feel free to ignore if it makes you uncomfortable)

-Anon :)

Kin - Piglin!Child!Reader and Technoblade

GN

Pairings: none

Characters included: Technoblade, (mentioned) Philza

Warnings: n/a

Series: a request :]

Summary: Y/N was just too curious! This weird black frame with the purple light was surely not there before! Maybe they should look at it a bit further. The light just looked too inviting!

Words count: 3023

Authors Note: My first Techno fic! YO! I really love him alot! He is one of my favorite CCs and also favorite Character in the dsmp :) Wish I found a better way to cut this one off but I had so much fun writing this!

Y/N’s little Piglin hands slowly traveled up the rough Netherrack that they were hiding behind. Grabbing the edge of the rock as their head followed along, their eyes peaking over cautiously.

There was this weird black frame with what looked like a purple pool inside of it. It emitted a rumbling but kind of musical sound that seemed to call out to Y/N. In fact, they only found this weird portal only due to the sounds. Never in their young life have they heard anything like it.

They have only seen something like this here and there whenever their clan moved on from a region but usually those seemed to be broken. The frame only half finished without a light coming out of it. Elders and the adults would always remind them to stay far away from it since apparently it could be dangerous, but Y/n couldn’t understand how.

It just stood there playing its music that seemed to almost call out to the Piglin. Wanting it to get closer and listen to its magical melody.

How could be something so beautiful be considered dangerous?

Taking another look around, Y/N made sure they were alone. Secretly having run off to follow this sound they managed to pick up on. It’s not like their parents would look for them on account that their parents were already dead.

Now the Elders took care of them, but they were usually too busy with clan business to realize when they ran off on their own adventures.

Once again checking that there were no Ghasts or other dangerous mobs around Y/N climbed over the rock. Landing on what looked like a pathway that led to the black frame.

Closer to the structure Y/N took the time to get a good look at the rock that has been used for the frame. It was a deep black and yet it somehow seemed to have a purple shine. If it came from the vortex between or the rock itself Y/N couldn’t tell, nor did they care enough to figure that out. Too amazed by it.

The sound was now really loud, and Y/N could tell that it came definitely from the purple light. It seemed to swirl in of itself almost like liquid and yet it stayed in the air as if it were glass put between the stone.

Mesmerized by it the child slowly put their hand into the light, trying to figure out what the material was.

But the only thing they felt was how cold it felt and it seemingly pulling on them. Trying to pull them deeper in. Scared Y/N immediately pulled their arm away, holding it close to their chest. Warming the cold limb up with their own body and the temperature of the Nether.

They have never felt anything like this. It was interesting. They knew what cold was but never like this. Only having felt an occasional breeze from jumping around or running around and even then, it was nothing compared to what they just felt.

Was this vortex doing this? Was this the purpose? Is this the dangerous part? How?

Y/N was already so incredible curious, but this really spiked their curiosity. What would happen if they just stood in there?

With this question in mind the kid placed one foot in the frame, soon followed by the next. The vortex completely engulfing them. Purple being the only thing they were able to see. This cold feeling immediately hitting them like a brick wall.

With a surprised grunt with how huge the temperature difference was, the child jumped away, hoping to get back to the familiar warmth but as they did the cold didn’t disappear.

The portal was still there but suddenly there was this bright light all around them. White as far as they could see.

Now panicking the child desperately looked around but their body was still dealing with the sudden temperature drop.

The world spinning around making it difficult for them to get a good look at where they were. Darkness crept in at the edges of their vision which they desperately tried to fight against.

Without realizing Y/N crashed onto the white ground which seemed to be even colder than the air around. Sneaking into the thin clothing and prickling at the skin. Their heart beating incredible fast and, in their ears, and yet they suddenly felt so tired.

The coldness that was so uncomfortable before suddenly turning more comfortable. Their breathing calming down as their eyes fell shut. Submerging themself into the world of darkness.

Luckily for Y/N, Technoblade was on his way towards the Netherportal himself. He managed to run out of Blaze Rods and needed to gather more for his potions only to spot something or rather someone lying face down in the snow.

At first, he assumed that for some reason Tommy managed to knock himself out while wandering over for whatever reason but the closer he got the more he noticed that, no, the body was way too small for that.

Also, he was pretty sure the last time he checked Tommy didn’t sport similar pig ears like Techno.

The voices in his head were pretty calm until they realized “Kin? Our kin? Out here? Our or his kin? Is it our kin as well?”

Techno approached the small body. This child was shaking and wet due to the snow. The clothes soaked. How the hell did that child just survive the travel to the Overworld like that? It was more likely that Piglin’s die during that process and end up as just a husk. A zombie if you will.

Not a lot of Piglin are strong enough to survive this magic. Techno should know he almost died when he traveled over and only survived because he had Philza on his side who helped him through it.

Impressive and yet he didn’t particular care.

“Parents? Orphan? Are they an orphan? Oh! Blood for the Blood God? No! Look at them! They are already dying! They must be something special surviving the portal like that! Are they though? Aren’t they dying? More because of the cold than anything! What about their parents?”

Grumbling Techno stepped into the portal himself, ending up in the warm nether. Hoping to still the curiosity of the voices a tiny bit with this. A sense of nostalgia spreading throughout his body and senses as he looked around the red landscape.

The child’s parents have to be around somewhere. Rule number one in the nether for Piglins was to stay together no matter what. It was dangerous in the Nether and the relationship between blood kin was precious. They must be already around here. Picking up on the child’s scent to find them.

And yet. Nothing.

No Piglin, no anyone.

He wandered a bit in, but he didn’t even spot any close group of Piglin’s running around. Weird. Was that child really alone?

“Check on them! Techno! Check on the child! See if they are still there!” the voices yelled out, infuriating the warrior a bit.

“Alright, alright!” he gave in and once again stepped into the portal. The cold hitting him but at this point he was used to this and managed to reacclimatize himself pretty fast. Not immediately and it still took a few minutes, but he didn’t almost pass out every time.

No surprise there. The child was still laying in the snow.

Once again, the voices flared up in his mind. A few demanding blood while others still expressed their curiosity towards this orphan.

Too busy with his own plans and things to do Technoblade took out his sword aptly called “The Orphan Obliterator”. He just wanted to deal with this situation as fast as he could, so he could move on.

Moving the sword up in the air only for the voices in his head to suddenly erupt loudly.

“No! Stop! Do not! Don’t kill! No! Techno! Please!”

This was very much not like their usual behavior. Usually, they would welcome any chance for bloodshed. Calling for it even in situation where it was just inconvenient and unnecessary but now, they don’t want it? Okay, maybe he should listen in to the voices after all.

���What is going on, Chat?” he asked.

And the voices, even if loudly and talking over each other, answered “Save them! Take them with you! They are special! Protect them! They are your kin if you give them the chance! We are sure! A young child able to survive this? Sounds similar to you Techno! Take them with you! Save them! Please! They deserve the chance!”

The problem with Chat was, they sometimes knew more about the world than Techno and it has paid out listening to them, but they also liked to just follow their whim for fun. Though this seemed to be the former. They realized that the child was special and worth saving, even if only in their ,sometimes omnipotent, eyes.

Sighing Technoblade sheathed his netherite sword and pulled off his red cape.

Realizing what Techno was doing, Chat begun cheering. The voices that had demanded blood before now fully drowned out.

Technoblade knelt down and carefully heaved the piglin onto the cape, wrapping it around them. Their body was unsurprisingly incredibly cold. So cold that Techno worried they didn’t have a lot of time left. Well, worry was a strong word perhaps.

Holding the kid close to his chest he got a good look at their face. Their expression scrunched up in what he assumed to be pain. A few light scars on their face. It wasn’t unusual that Piglins sported a few scars but not that young. The parents were usually too protective over their young.

“Must be a real troublemaker, I bet.” He noted.

Scars already at that age and them running through a portal just like that? Yeah, that child must cross the line between brave and stupid a lot. Not that he could fault them. He wasn’t that much different as a child himself, though he would never admit it out loud.

“They are kinda cute! It’s a child. Children do that. What do we do with them? Save them first. Talk to them. Figure out if they have potential! Kin? Kin! We need to talk to Philza. Dadza! Grandza! Oh! Yes! Grandza!”

Techno shook his head, as if that would make the voices shut up “Chat, please. Don’t assume anything. I might just help them out and find a clan for them to get back to. We don’t have the time for a child to be around. Too busy with the Syndicate.”

While Chat wasn’t happy with it, they seemed to be glad enough that Techno was acting against his instincts to help this orphan out. If the others hear that the Technoblade has helped out an orphan, well, he hoped people won’t. Doesn’t want to be seen as a hypocrite and as someone who keeps his words, and threats.

With the kid in his arms, he made his way back towards his cabin. Apparently, the Blaze Rods had to wait after all.

As he walked up the stairs towards his cabin and walked in, he suddenly got very aware he had no idea what to do. Looking around his eyes fell on his fireplace but that somehow seemed dangerous. Probably bad idea to just lay down an unconscious child right next to the fire, right?

Instead, he remembered that he had a spare bed roll sitting around somewhere.

With the cape still wrapped around the little one he pulled out the bed roll and laid them inside the rolled-out bed. While tucking them in he made sure to let a bit breathing room in. Letting their body slowly warm up instead of instantly.

“Food. Food, Techno. Eat. The child as well!”

Ah, yes. What would he do without the voices reminding him to eat?

Normally he would just pop a potato in the furnace but not this time. If he is already cooking, he might as well cook for the both of them. Soup seemed appropriate. Now, if he only remembers the recipe and instructions Philza gave him way back.

Still a tiny bit annoyed he has to put off getting the Blaze Rods, Techno sat down and begun cutting up vegetables and heating up water. Putting the ingredients into the water and putting spice in after tasting it here and there. It definitely wouldn’t be a masterpiece but as long as it not tasted absolutely horrible and still warmed one up from the inside, this should be fine.

The child better not complain after he already went out of his way saving them from the cold. He really should have just killed them so he wouldn’t need to get through this trouble and could actually get work done but Chat really was acting weird.

The cooking process took longer than he expected. Long enough that his own pig ears suddenly heard some noises, groans, coming from behind him. Looking back, he saw how the small Piglin was moving around in the bed. Slowly sitting up. Their eyes still closed.

“You are awake.” He stated in Piglish. Knowing, that they probably couldn’t speak the common tongue of the Overworld.

They opened their eyes but were still squinting. Either in pain or not used to the light yet.

“Where am I? Who are you?” grunts coming out of their mouth that made up Piglish words.

For a second Techno had to hide his smile as he realized that it has been a long while that he spoke with anybody his native tongue.

“You are in the Overworld. In my home to be specific. You are lucky I found you or you would have frozen to death in the snow. Name’s Technoblade by the way.”

It seemed to be difficult for them to wrap their mind around this new information “Overworld? Technoblade?” they repeated as if this would give them more insight.

Not knowing what else to tell them, Techno turned around and begun pouring the soup into a bowl. Walking over to them to give it to them.

A bit wary the child pulled their arms out of the cape that was still wrapped around them. The white fluff tickling the back of their head. It seemed to be an old cape. The fluffy part not being as fluffy as you would have assumed anymore. The fur dirty and strands glued together. Things that just happened over time even if you washed it quite often.

“My, uh, my name is Y/N.” they spoke, grabbing the bowl and looking inside it.

“I’m not poisoning you, you can eat it. Warms you up and once you feel good enough you can get back into the Nether.” He then proceeded to pour himself a bowl and begun sipping it.

It was edible. That was something.

Y/N kept watch as Techno continued to slowly drink the soup out of his own bowl. Drinking some of the food as well, their eyes widened out of pleasant surprise when the soup seemed to warm them up from the inside. Craving more of this warmth they begun gulping the liquid down in seconds.

This place was certainly warmer then when they got out of the portal but it was still cold enough for them to shiver. Where in the world were they? Never have they seen any of these materials around them. Grey cold stone, dark brown wood, white walls decorated with colorful pictures? It seemed almost unreal to them.

“How are you feeling squirt? Good enough to go home yet?” There was a bit of hope in Techno’s voice. The sooner this passed the better in his book.

“Home.” Y/N once again repeated what Techno said only to hold the bowl up towards him. A shy but determined expression on their face.

It took Techno a second before he understood what they wanted “More? More soup?”

The child enthusiastically nodded.

Sighing Techno got up from the chest he was sitting on to refill Y/N’s bowl and as he pushed the warm bowl back into their hand Y/N opened their mouth again “Uh, Overworld? I am in the Overworld? What- What is that?”

“A different world to where you come from. It has hot places and cold places. Different things and different mobs as well. Very different but both places are connected. You came through one of the portals that lead to this place, it also leads back to the Nether. Now, tell me something. I haven’t seen your parents. I was looking for anyone but there was no one. Not even a random group walking around.”

Y/N first slurped more from the soup before they answered “My parents are gone. I live with my clan. I always run off and they get mad at me.”

Techno knelt down to Y/N and softly pressed his hand against their forehead which made Y/N freeze. Scared and confused with what he was doing.

He let out a deep breath, wincing as a few voices begun yelling inside his mind “Ah. Seems like you have a fever. Guess I could help you through it and in the meanwhile try to find your clan. Might as well show you a bit of the Overworld while we are at it. Not a lot of Piglin get the chance to see the Overworld after all. You certainly are a special case.”

Then he turned around and talked to the air “Happy now Chat?” Turning back around to face Y/N again “Are you okay with that, Y/N?”

It was still difficult for them to grasp the whole of the situation but to get the chance to explore this Overworld? With this Technoblade Piglin? Their curiosity was certainly piqued. Maybe they were still too tired, and their head was pounding but there was this little voice in their head that urged them on.

That told them “Go for it. You will learn a lot! He might be your true kin.”

So, they nodded silently agreeing in Piglish “Yes. I think I am okay with it.”

[obislittleone]

Cherry Bomb

(A/n and warnings in series Masterlist)

You didn’t want to read it. If you read it, you’d have to deal with the consequences of doing so. The letter taunted you from the place on your bedside table, begging and pestering to be read. It had your name on it, scribbled in red marker ink, the hand writing messy but sweet. You’d taken it out of the box it sat in for so many years, thinking that maybe it might help you come to peace with things, but every time you looked at it, the very thought of ripping it open and reading the contents was just too much. It was terrifying. The words of a dead man from years before his time ended. You weren’t sure if staring at it was doing you any favors. You couldn’t even get ready for bed on the account of the little envelope, watching you back as if it were a staring contest. Although it were impossible for the inanimate object to actually look at you, you couldn’t help the feeling of being watched whenever you turned your back on it.

This is insane, you thought to yourself. I must be outta my damn mind, it’s a piece of paper…

You tried to leave the room, to go and wash your face and brush your teeth and change your clothes and anything else you could think of so that you might have the chance of forgetting about the letter for the night, and having a peaceful rest.

The object was on your mind the entire time you got ready for bed, like it was calling you somehow. It was like when the ring called to Frodo every time he thought of putting it on, and there was no way you’d be able to sleep tonight if you didn’t just grow a pair and get it over with. You knew you’d likely cry until you passed out, but you had to know what he wrote to you. His thirteen year old self had taken the time to tell you all the things on his mind in case he died, you owed it to that crazy little kid you once knew to open it and read what he wanted to say. However cryptic it may be.

Your huff was loud, and dramatic, though no one was around to witness it, you felt the need to make your movements as exaggerated as possible. You reached over yourself and snatched up the paper and tore open the seal, not caring if you might have gotten a paper cut while doing so.

When you pulled out the sheet of lined paper, you thought about how funny this had been. Two children writing what they thought was a necessary goodbye incase anything ever happened. Looking on the situation now, that’s what one might call a cruel irony.

“I’m gonna regret this,” you muttered, letting your eyes focus before scanning each line slowly.

‘To my right hand, my partner in slaying dragons,

If you’ve opened this letter, it means I’ve met my demise. Even if I wish it were something cool like fighting a battle to the death, or even getting a cool spell cast on me, I know I probably died doing something stupid. Ten bucks says I fell in a ditch or something dumb like that… Either way, if I die young, hopefully they have a big celebration in my honor. Not that I think anyone likes me enough to do that, but if they do it might make dying a little better. I’m glad that you liked me, and at least if I’m dead I know one person will miss me. I’m sure Uncle Wayne will, maybe if my dad hears about it he will, too. But I know you will, that’s kinda nice I guess. Listen, you might think this is a dumb rule, but you’re not allowed to cry after my funeral. I know crying is good for when you’re sad, but I don’t want you to be sad, okay? You gotta stay happy and live life or else I’ll have to come back as a ghost and haunt you until you do. If I die and you don’t get to see me before it happens, just know I’m glad it was me and not you. Trust me, I’m not as scared of dying as everyone else is… it’s kinda metal, dying young. Maybe I’ll actually be remembered. Anyway, now that all the important stuff is out there, I guess I should probably get to the cheesy stuff. You’ve been the only friend I’ve ever had that understood my problems, and tried to help me, and I want to say thanks. You’re always nice to me, even when I’ve been a jerk, and you make me smile. I can count on one hand the people who make me smile, but you’re the first one on the list. I hope you know how much I love you, you’re the only person I tell secrets to, and I think that says a lot. You always save room for me at tables, or on couches, or even a comfy space on the floor next to you when your mom invites me over for family stuff. It’s kinda nice to be apart of a family that’s not mine every once in a while. Lastly, I want to say that I think it’s really cool that I met you a few years ago, I was really struggling with stuff at home, and when I learned you were too, it made me feel like I wasn’t so alone. I think we helped each other, and I’m glad you didn’t hate talking to me like all the other kids in our grade.

You’re my best friend and my partner in crime, and I’m sorry I died on you, hopefully all the stuff I’m leaving you in my will can make up for it (turn page for will—>) and you won’t be sad. Thank you for sticking around, and for making me die a happy man.

-Eddie

P.S. make sure Uncle Wayne keeps making himself breakfast, he forgets to when he’s upset.’

The way you read it all the way through without stopping surprised you. You didn’t once pause to break, or take a moment to breathe and look away. You probably should have. Your eyes were so clouded, and the hand that had along the way made it’s way over your mouth was holding in sobs from escaping. You didn’t want to cry again, because he’d specifically told you not to… although this letter was probably meant for a time when you were still friends. He probably wrote it thinking that you would never let anything separate you, and you’d still be by his side when the time came for you to read it. His comedic undertones made you even more upset, because he’d been able to joke about his untimely death far before it even happened, but now that it had, you certainly weren’t laughing. You scanned over a few lines again, letting them sink in deep and remind you of how things were, how they might still be if you’d never let your pride get in the way. If you were still friends with Eddie, could he still be alive right now?

You shook your head of that thought immediately. There was no way you could let it continue to fester, otherwise, you’d end up blaming yourself for a death you didn’t even witness, and that was not what happened.

You reasoned with yourself eventually that you could cry, that it was okay to keep crying, because he said you couldn’t cry after his funeral… and he didn’t get to have a real funeral. He didn’t even get to be buried properly, and you wondered why. Maybe you’d ask Wayne about it when you both were feeling more stable about all this. Eating lunch with him after the memorial today was grim. Neither of you spoke a word, just sitting in silence, trapped by thoughts that couldn’t be expressed aloud.

You set the letter under your pillow, wanting it close to you, but not visible. You knew that you were worn out, because grief took a physical toll as well as an emotional one. You fell asleep not long after your light was turned off, letting yourself relax, even if just for the night before the cycle continued tomorrow.

-

7:30 A.M.

The alarm of your beside clock activated the radio, and the first notes of soft piano could be heard.

‘Blue jean baby, L.A. lady, seamstress for the ba-‘

A small whack to the top of the machine changed the station, and a more enjoyable song helped you to drag yourself from the early warmth of your bed. You didn’t have anything against Elton John, but early in the morning, you needed a kick, not a lullaby.

‘Hello daddy, hello mom, I’m your ch ch ch ch ch ch ch cherry bomb…’

Now, that’s better. Your mood was always fresh in the mornings, even though you hated being awake early. Your shift at the record store didn’t technically start till 8:15, which you were endlessly happy about. You got to sleep later than when you used to go to school in the day. Not that you always showed up, but it had still been far harder to wake up at 6 on the dot rather than 7:30.

You trudged into your bathroom and started the shower water, knowing that in your little shabby cabin the water took at least two whole minutes to heat up. You looked at yourself in the mirror and became immediately upset with how sunken in and dark your eyes looked. Like a zombie, even though you’d gotten a decent night of rest.

You’d wished your mom would hurry up and come back from her annual trip to the city, visiting your aunt. She was the only one who could encourage you to sleep a proper amount of hours. Better yet, you wished you’d been with her when all this shit was going on around town. There’s no way she hasn’t heard about some of it yet. She’d called and checked in with you everyday, but never mentioned it. Maybe she really didn’t know, but if that was the case, the next phone call you have should probably prepare her for what she’s coming home to.

You’d brushed your teeth and gone to the bathroom by now, testing the shower water and deeming it warm enough for a morning rinse. You stripped to nothing as fast as you could and stepped in, not wasting a second, knowing you’d still want something to eat before work.

The music from your room was still playing on in the background, and you mouthed some of the words to the song while you put on a little show in the shower. You imagine someone might make fun of you for doing it, but everyone does it, right? One song later you remembered the half eaten bagel sitting in a bag on your counter, waiting to be toasted, so you shut the water off and wrapped up in a single towel before dripping wet spots across the floor to your room.

Clothing was easy, you never had an outfit in your closet that you didn’t like. Much of that was thanks to Eddie, sitting with you and being the one to convince you that you didn’t need articles of clothing you didn’t want, just because everyone else had them. A light blue skirt with roses on it? No way, you didn’t even wear it but the one time your mom wanted you to try it on in the store. You discarded most of the unworn clothes in likely just an hour, and to this day, you never kept anything you couldn’t see yourself wearing that moment.

You settled for a long sleeve black sweater, wearing a red plaid skirt underneath for move-ability today. Shoes? P.F. Flyers. Easy and reliable… and comfortable as hell.

You put that bagel in the toaster as soon as you hit the kitchen, and only when you were sure it was being baked did you go to the fridge for the last few drops of OJ in the carton. You’d have to get some groceries on the way home.

It was only when you looked back into the fridge that you saw the container of cream cheese was empty. Will tragedies never cease? So much for a fresh morning mood. The whole day was ruined, now.

You look back to the toaster and frown, pressing the button to eject the barely warm piece of bread before discarding it back into the bag it came from.

“This isn’t over, I’ll eat you tomorrow,” you threatened the small food object, throwing it aside on the counter before settling for a spoonful of peanut butter as breakfast. It was your own fault you didn’t get food last night, although you were a little preoccupied, so you cut yourself a bit of slack.

You grabbed your backpack by the door and slung it on your back, running from the house and to your small side garage where your nasty old bike was laying. You’d get a new one, but you were still kinda trying to save up for a real vehicle, and since you were nearing your goal, you’d have to buckle down on useless spending.

You pulled your walkman out of your backpack and hit play, letting the little foam covered speakers around your ears before you mounted your bike and headed down the street. Your music resumed from where last you paused it, and as loud and thundering as the noice was in your ear, you were relaxed by it. Victim of Circumstance never failed to take you out of a bad mindset.

You let yourself fall into the music, but it caused you to miss the sound of a horn from behind you. You thought you heard something, and turned back to see an older, angry looking man in a truck, yelling at you out the window while he laid on his horn. You swerved out of his way, flipping him off with a petty smile as he drove passed you. The nerve of some people in this town. He literally could have gone around you, there was another lane further from the sidewalk.

The record store was in view, and as you finished the stretch, you could see someone was already waiting outside of the doors. You recognized him, he’d been at the memorial yesterday. The curly headed kid who laid the radio down by the van’s front tire. He looked a lot different today than he had one day earlier. This morning he looked hopeful, though for what you couldn’t be sure. He was definitely waiting for you, trying to make his stare less obvious from where he was standing as you chained your bike to the post.

You fished the building’s keys out of your pocket before approaching the door, head down like you didn’t see him. He wasn’t exactly a shy kid, though, he’d make his presence known.

“Good morning,” you finally greeted him when you got to the double doors, unlocking them and giving him a kind smile before pushing your way inside and letting the doors fall behind you. He was undeterred, and followed you in. “How can I help you? We just got a shipment in, so there’s a bunch of new stuff today.”

Yeah, that’s good. Play it off as a sale, maybe he’ll realize he doesn’t need to talk to you and bail on his original plan. You didn’t even know why this kid was here, but given that you’d seen him yesterday at your best friend’s memorial, you had a clue.

“Oh, I’m not here for the music,” he said confidently with a smile. His eyes squinted thinly when he did, and you’d admit, it was endearing. Cute kid. “I’m actually here to talk to you. I’m Dustin Henderson… You’re Y/n Higgins, right?”

Damnit. Don’t be rude to this kid, don’t be rude to this kid-

A long sigh was huffed out, and already you could tell he felt like a nuisance.

“Yeah, that’s me.”

His eyes dimmed and now you felt bad. This was one of Eddie’s friends, he was grieving, too. You needed to chill out and stop being a bitch.

“Look, I can go if you want… I just thought that-“

“No, you’re fine. I’m sorry if seem I annoyed,” you shook your head, weighing the excuses you could possibly have, but then remembered a good one. “I just wanted to eat my bagel this morning but I didn’t have any cream cheese.”

The kid cracked another smile, and with it you felt better. Maybe this was good. You needed to talk to someone other than Wayne about this. You’d been pretty much alone since you found out, save for the night you spent at Wayne’s new place. It might do you some good to talk to someone who knows what you’re going through.

“It’s like pouring a bowl of cereal then finding out there’s no milk,” he joked back, and already you were reminded of the easy chemistry you had with Eddie. It obviously had rubbed off on this kid while they were friends. “Tragic.”

“Absolutely,” you said, sitting back against the counter while the kid came a little closer.

“So, you own the shop?” he asked sweetly, rocking back and forth on his heels as you began to sort the different tapes, putting them in boxes to be distributed on the aisles when you were finished.

“Ha, I wish,” you shook you head, reasoning quickly all the things you would change if the shop belonged to you. You’d at least repaint the outside. “No, Denny Hartford owns it. I usually open, though… sometimes close, too.”

“Is it fun?”

“Not really,” you laughed, looking up at the kid who was already prepared with another question of small talk. You weren’t in the mood for it. “Look kid, I know you have a question you’re dying to ask me, and it ain’t about this dusty old shop. Cut to the chase, alright?”

It wasn’t said harshly, but the boy understood you knew why he was here, and though a little nervous, he figured he should just get down to it.

“Gareth told me about you,” he paused, and you’d figured that much, since he knew where to find you. “He told me you were in the party.”

“Yeah, I was in the party, I was in the band, I was pretty much apart of everything,” his face seemed to drop again, though not for your words and actions. His face simply now wore a more serious expression. This conversation would be deep, you knew it. You were talking while sorting, so you didn’t exactly pay attention to the tone you used, but it was rather flat and drab sounding.

“What happened?”

You should tell him. You should tell someone, damnit, anyone. This kid you’ve never met before was the perfect place to start. Logically that made no sense, but he knew Eddie, and maybe he could sympathize for you both when you tell him.

“A lot,” you looked at the kid and almost opened your mouth to let the truth fly free. He could tell you wanted to share something, but there was an unknown element holding you back. Were you scared? “The main thing was that I graduated,” It’s not enough. Tell him. It won’t hurt you to tell him, so why are you trying to hard to keep it to yourself? “We had a fight.”

“Who’s w-“

“Eddie and I. We had a fight and I stopped talking to him.”

You closed your eyes, head hung down like you were still looking at the tapes. The kid was silent, and you wondered for a minute if he’d just turned heel and ran, but upon lifting your head, you saw his stilled body looming closely to yours. He wanted you to keep talking.

“We were planning to move to the city together when we graduated. First senior year I found out Eddie wasn’t graduating, so I flunked my finals to stay behind with him. Next year I’d worked my ass off to be prepared, tried to help him, too,” you rolled your eyes just thinking about it. “You knew him, he was stubborn as hell… found out he was repeating twelfth again, and I got pissed because I wanted to get out of this hell hole, and we’d said we’d do it together. I said some things I didn’t mean, and after that we just stopped talking. He gave me all my stuff back and had Jeff tell me he was giving me space.”

Dustin was sad for his friend, but also sad for you. Eddie was the type of friend that once you knew him, you’d gladly die for him… he could tell by your story that you were close, but he didn’t understand why you could blame him for something that technically wasn’t his fault. Then it hit him, your last name was Higgins. Your father was the infamous principle John Higgins that roamed the hallways with anger in his eyes. It wasn’t hard to figure out from there… You had daddy issues.

“I thought that space was what I needed, thought it was going to give me time to figure things out on my own, without constantly worrying over him…. Guess I didn’t realize how much he used to help me with that stuff until i didn’t have him.”

“Why didn’t you apologize?” Ever the little genius, he pointed out the obvious solution, but it was more complicated than that. You scoffed a bit, thinking that maybe if you’d had this boy’s brain you could have avoided the biggest mess of your life.

“Easier said than done, kid. No, I didn’t even think of apologizing, actually. My pride got in the way, and I considered the fact that me needing him was just another thing I needed to fix. To make myself more independent. I think about it now and it sounds like a joke.”

Dustin wanted to circle back to a point he’d made in his head, wondering if it had anything to do with this.

“Your dad-“

“Yeah, I know what you’re thinking. My dad was mean to Eddie since I met him, and it’s partially the reason he’d been held back so many times. Eddie of course was always all too happy to give him the motivation, and honestly I just hated my dad so much at the time I didn’t care, I liked seeing him angry.

“Last year I told Eddie to cut it out, told him to keep quiet at school and study so that we could get out of here. He didn’t listen, stubborn son of a bitch he is, and I lost it,” You finished your long and eventful rant, and though you felt like some oversharing had occurred, it didn’t necessarily feel wrong. The boy listened intently, and committed the words to memory for later use, if there ever was one. “you still with me?”

“Yeah sorry, just thinking.”

“About?”

He was silent, and you didn’t pry. Just because you opened up about your raging thoughts didn’t mean he had to. To be fairly honest, you’d enjoyed talking with the boy, and would probably find a way to do it again in the future. He was an easy conversation partner, fast and witty, but willing to listen. Just like Eddie.

“Eddie.”

“Great minds think alike, unfortunately,” was your only response. You would ask why he was thinking about him, but there was only so much you were willing to do in front of a stranger. Crying was not on the list.

“I uh,” he stuttered to speak, and when you turned your head, you noticed his eyes were getting glossy. Suddenly you didn’t feel so stupid about possibly crying in front of a stranger. “I was with him when he died.”

No way… this kid better be joking… Those tears don’t look like he’s joking. Oh shit, was breathing always this hard?

You didn’t even stop yourself, you couldn’t, it was like an irreversible reflex to ask,

“How did he die?”

You were about to apologize for your forwardness, thinking it was insensitive to ask that so quickly. He understood, though. He scooted closer to you, and it was only now that you realized you’d moved your sorting process to the floor, him joining you at some point. It was probably best you sat for this.

“He got attacked by something,” he didn’t say what it was, and you didn’t know if it was because he was sparing you the details, or if he just didn’t know what it had been. “He lost too much blood and I couldn’t carry him. I tried to.”

You choked back a sob, and your lip trembled, throwing your head against the counter front. This was not how work was supposed to go. You were supposed to get to the store and sort tapes until you forgot you were even sad in the first place. Grieving a lost friendship was hard, but grieving the death of that lost friend was so much worse, and it was the guilt that stayed long after that would wreck you to your core.

“If I had been there sooner, I-“

“No, don’t do that.” You shook your head and turned to the kid. He was crying just like you were, for the same reason you were, and he even reasoned with the outcome the same way you did. For the first time in maybe a year, you didn’t feel like you were alone, carrying weight on your back that was so heavy it might break you. “Don’t blame yourself, okay? As much as this sucks, and as much as we don’t want it to be true, it just is. We couldn’t have done anything to change it. It’s just the way things go, y’know?”

He nodded, breathing slowly and starting to blink away his watery eyes.

“Yeah, I know.”

You did the same, standing to your feet and holding out a hand to help him up. When he took it, he noticed how strong you were. Damn, if you’d been there you probably could have strong armed Eddie single handedly… he felt his hand ache for a second after you let it go. What a grip.

“Hey, I’m sorry again if I was rude to you earlier, and to your friend yesterday. I’m just trying to adjust to having people approach me again. It’s been a strange year.”

“Tell me about it,” he watched you take the different boxes behind the counter, and knew you were probably going to actually start work soon, so he wanted to wrap it up, but not without an invitation. “If you ever wanna play DnD again, you should come by hellfire. I think Gareth misses you, from what he said.”

“I bet he does, I was always his favorite,” you laughed, knowing that statement was false. You were never anybody’s favorite but Eddie, but who knows, maybe you’ll get a second shot if you return to the club. “And kid, if you ever want free tapes let me know, I doubt I’m gonna sell much of my stock with a town crisis going on.”

“I’ll keep it in mind, thanks.”

With that last smile he was gone, and you returned to your work for the day. The only thing keeping you going now was the thought of that bagel covered in cream cheese, which you would likely forget when you actually got to the grocery store.

-

Dustin got home that evening with a strange sound coming from his walkie.

His mom was home, so he played it off as one of his friends trying to joke with him, but raced out of her presence the second he could to see what was going on.

He heard interference coming over the channel he was on, and wondered if he could hear it more clearly from the channel up. He quickly changed the settings, and fell back on his ass when he heard your voice coming through the small machine. The thing was, you weren’t alone.

“Ow”, came your voice, louder and more rambunctious than he’d heard it today. The next thing he heard shocked him to his core.

“The bleeding won’t stop unless you hold it.”

Dustin jumped from his place on the ground, his eyes wide and his mouth dropped open from hearing that voice. he could pick that voice out of a line up with over a hundred people. It filled his head whenever he let his guard down, and hearing it now was like a cruel joke… but it had to be him, and he was talking to you.

“Can you just sit still?”

Dustin grabbed the walkie and pressed the button, yelling into the device with a crazed sound.

“Eddie? Eddie are you there? Y/n? Do you copy?” His sputtering lasted only a few seconds, but when he released the button, you both kept talking like you hadn’t heard him, and you probably didn’t. Dustin had no clue what was going on or how this was happening, but he hit the side of the walkie, trying to get it to clear of the static that was blocking your conversation. “Shit, Shit, Shit.”

He lost the connection a second later, and the channel went silent. No static, no interference, just quiet.

The boy waste no time, grabbing his backpack and stuffing the radio inside. He knew his mother wouldn’t want him going back out after curfew, but there was something happening, and you were involved. He had to find you, because then he might find the owner of the second voice.

[rayofsunas]

s/o has a mental/nervous breakdown.

A/n: hello everyone! I hope your day is going alright, and that you’re doing well 🥰 I recently hit 300+ folllwers, like Sunday morning, and omg, that was the best thing to wake up too 🥺❤️ thank you those new and old for following and taking a chance with my account and sometimes trashy works 🙃 I’m gonna make a longer post at some point saying my thanks and discuss what I plan to do to celebrate 300 followers. It would really mean a lot to me if you guys chimed in if you have any ideas, after all, this is a thanks to you and I want you all to be involved! also, if you saw my recent rambles about how a draft was deleted, it’s referring to this post... what I had written got deleted TWICE in the span of FIVE MINUTES. gosh I was so pissed, I almost screamed. mobile tumblr is not it 😔 but here we are. I hope you like this. I tried to write this three times.... 🤡 also, since I am not a doctor or anything, I put a link to possible symptoms/what a “mental breakdown” is, that’s in the warnings, just click the link, it helped with my accuracy. 

Summary: s/o has a mental/nervous breakdown.

Parings: Xiao/Reader, Scaramouche/Reader, Albedo/Reader, Childe/Reader (all fem reader)

Warnings: angst, mental breakdown (panic attacks, stress, anxiety, ptsd, hallucinations, insomnia) fluff, swearing, mentions of death, mentions of injury

Word count: 3.5k (whew after tumblr DELETING this draft twice here we are folks ;-;)

requested by @mintyhuening​ 

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Xiao

he knew you weren’t okay at all

Xiao knew the moment you locked yourself in your house

at first he thought maybe you were just temporarily feeling this way, but as the weeks passed and you hadn’t come out, he decided maybe not

coming from someone who enjoyed silence and solitude he could understand the distancing part, but it had been weeks, and even he needed socialization, so why hadn’t you come out?

you spoke to him through the door a few times, letting him know you were alright

he didn’t believe that though, sure you were alive, but not alright, he was mainly checking for confirmation to see if you were still alive while he thought of a good way to approach the situation

he didn’t want to invade your privacy, but he also hated the fact that you wouldn’t come out, not even to see him

it was lonely without you, he concluded

even for someone who enjoy solitude 

you were a careful creature, but never this careful and cautious...

were humans always like this?

eventually, he couldn’t stand it, and did find other ways to get into your house

he grew antsy after pacing outside your door for days

he found you huddled in your bed, a heap of pillows and blankets surrounding you

you were shocked to see him when he’d sat down on the foot of the bed, causing it to dip significantly 

“How did you get in?” You snapped once you saw who it was. 

“I have my ways.” He said raspily. With a huff of annoyance, you were back to facing the wall, away from the Adepti. 

“It’s dark in here.” He announced matter a factly, looking around the nearly pitch-black room, windows and doors covered by sheets and hefty duty curtains. “It’s how I like it.”

“It’s not healthy.”

“I don’t care, go away.”

Xiao was starting to grow impatient surprisingly, he truly just wanted to help, why couldn't you see that?

“Being passive is not going to help the situation, please tell me what’s wrong.”

“Nothing, I’m just tired.”

He worried. If he said the wrong, would you push him away even further? If he said the right thing, would you even care? Did you want help?

Xiao moved closer to you, hand going to touch your leg, although it was underneath the blankets, you felt it and did have to admit the affection was comforting.

“Don’t do this to yourself,” Xiao said. “Your friends miss you, I miss you as well.”

Maybe if you weren’t cooped up here anymore, you would start to come around. The room and house all together were very stuffy, dark, and depressing, he despised it.

“It’s beautiful outside, come with me,” he'd whispered. “At least if you don’t want to be around people, could you allow me to take you to a secluded area?”

“The fresh air will do you good.”

You were thinking about it, you had to of been if you still cared. 

“Fine, mother.” He watched with hope in his eyes as you slowly rose from the bed, and began

The outside world was very very bright at first, enough to induce a headache. But you became used to it the more you were out.

Xiao stayed true to his word like you knew he would unless you wouldn’t have come. You were taken to a very secluded area, there wasn’t even a path or road to it, just green luscious grass, and crystal core everywhere, beautiful blue and orange ones; Anemo and Geo respectively. You weren’t sure where you were, somewhere between Mondstadt and Liyue, you assumed. 

The fresh air did wonders, Xiao had noticed. You seemed to open up. Telling him a little of the problem. You had told him about how life was just stressful right now, you hadn’t taken any commissions in weeks, spoken to any of your friends Mondstadt, hence why they had come to him, accusing him of kidnapping and brainwashing you. He was offended, nonetheless let them know that wasn’t the case. 

The ever so secluded Xiao would take you out more, slowly introducing you to crowds of people, and would still take you on daily walks to that secret place you now called your special spot.

It would take a while, he knew that, and you wouldn’t be comfortable doing everything that others around you did, maybe not for a while. He could respect that, as long as you allowed him to help and encourage you.

Scaramouche

being a harbinger was HARD, Scaramouche knew that, even if he didn’t admit it

admitting it was challenging, could lead to always being doubted or seen as incompetent. therefore, no one mentions how hard it is

he had been off doing his duties when he got news that you had lashed out at a few lower rank fatui on your team, resulting in you being called in to meet with The Tsaritsa... let's just say she went easy on you because you were one of her highest ranking soldiers, if not, she would've severely punished you

you were forced back to your sleeping quarters immediately to calm down, told to stay put until you could stop “lashing out like a child” as she had put it

you weren’t one to argue against The Tsaritsa, everyone knew that was common rule... so you walked back as calmly as you could without snapping at anyone else

when Scaramouche had heard how you acted, he was annoyed

the always so calm and calculated Y/n, lashing out at her fellow members? he couldn’t help but be annoyed, despite it being completely out of character of you

he had finished his duties relatively quick, wondering why you were acting so out of character 

when he got back, he found you in your sleeping quarters, pacing in front of the large windows near the furthest end of your room

you were still wearing your typical combat gear, though your hair disheveled and body language looking extremely anxious, he hoped it was not yours...

“What did you do this time?” Had asked the violet-eyed man, carelessly throwing his hat on your bed, lean arms folding across his chest.

No response. 

“Excuse me, I believe I asked you a question.”

A loud irritable huff.

“Be quiet for once in your life, Scaramouche.” You hissed, anxiously biting at your nails. “Sorry- I’m just trying to calm down, but my heart can’t stop racing.”

Scaramouche wasn’t the most in-touch person with his feelings, and out of all the harbingers, he was one of the more difficult ones to deal with.

Surprisingly, he had shut up, despite finding it difficult to hold his malicious comment back.  

“What’s wrong?” Your lover asked, more softly this time. 

“My mission today was... hard. I know you said it’s important for missions to just be a one and done; no hard feelings. And you know I’ve always been that way. But this one was different.” His eyebrows furrowed, his forehead creasing in annoyance. 

“I can’t help but think about what they did.” 

“Did you get what you went for? I heard you sought after information regarding that Knight, Aether.”

“Yes, but-”

“I’d call that a successful mission,” He stared intensely, casually moving to sit on the comfort of your bed. Of course, he wouldn’t take this seriously. “Any casualties?”

“None of our men, but-”

“I don’t see the problem.”

“There were children, three little children, and those idiots just slaughtered them.”

“Ah... I see.”

Despite stating he understood, he really couldn’t sympathize with what you were saying. Those children were enemies as long as they worked against The Tsaritsa. 

Your voice suddenly cut through the silence, staring directly into his eyes, “What if those were our children?”

“They weren’t.” Your eyes rolled at his comment. 

“But what if!” He rolled his eyes, mocking your previous action. 

“But they weren’t.” He mocked for a second time.  

“You’re not helping, Scaramouche!”

“You’ll never understand, unless you see what I saw,” He knew you were right to some degree, but even then would he feel bad? A mission was a mission after all.

“They were begging me to protect them, and the youngest, she would not let go of my arm and then the next thing I knew, they were dead.” You continued, left hand going to grip your right, he assumed to show him where and how the said girl had gripped you. You were still shaking, this time being closer, he noticed how bad it was. 

“They were pleading, I told them I would try my best, and then-” He had long ago stood, making himself present in front of you. His warm hands had grabbed your shaking ones harshly, ceasing the trembling momentarily. 

“Please, be quiet,” The sixth harbinger snipped. “I don’t like seeing you upset.” Although it sounded harsh, he was trying his best to make it sound how he felt, even if those feelings were minuscule towards this specific topic. 

“Although, I don’t agree with you about this particular concern of yours- I will do whatever you need to help you.”

Albedo

now, he may just be an alchemist, but trust me, Albedo sees the signs before anyone, he has some sort of familiarity with them due to his incessant reading

and it may have taken him longer to see the signs because of how busy he was, but he saw them

he was no fool to the likes of insomnia, in fact he knew it very well, often staying up very late into the night and morning, sometimes for days at a time

he was cooped up in his lab and it wasn’t as if his body wasn’t tired, cause hell he was, there was just s much more to learn and discover, his brain WOULD not stop, 

Albedo hadn’t known how long this had been going on for, but he was seeing signs now

ngl, he didn’t notice that you hadn’t been sleeping properly until one night he decided to accompany you in bed earlier than usual (It was three a.m, yikes), and found that you were awake still

you were lying still on your side of the bed, and if it hadn’t been for the fact that he reached over to kiss your cheek, only to see your eyes open, he would’ve assumed you were alright and asleep

“You’re awake?” The ashy-blonde man asked, sliding into bed next to you. 

“Can’t sleep.” You shrugged nonchalantly, scooting closer to him, seeking his warmth and comfort. 

“You should’ve come to get me, I would’ve come to bed earlier with you.”

“It’s alright, I peeked in to see if you were still alive,” You joked, he chuckled. “You seemed very busy.”

“Yes, but, I thought I told you to remind me when you need attention, I often get sidetracked and enamored with my work.”

“It’s quite alright, Albedo. As long as you’re sleeping.”

He hummed, whispering tired words of adoration in your ear. That carried on for a while, as long as talking about the day's work and whatnot, until you eventually questioned, “Can I play with your hair?” The gesture was sweet, and that did sound amazing right about now since he was on the brink of sleep, but just needed that little push. But weren’t you tired?

“Aren’t you tired?”

You sat up, climbing behind Albedo, gently placing his head in your lap. “I’ll go after you.” A soft smile adorned your beautiful face. “You need sleep, you stay up for Archon knows how long.”

He selfishly allowed his eyes to close and waited for sleep to accompany him while you began untangling his two braids and ponytail. You played with and braided his hair until he’d fallen asleep as you said. You stayed up the rest of the morning though.

Eventually, probably out of boredom, you fell asleep for an hour or two around five a.m. Though, unfortunately, you were back up before six. You busied yourself while Albedo slept, starting with cleaning his lab. Albedo often did not like people touching his books, paperwork, and findings, but after instructing you how to properly take care of his stuff, he welcomed your help with open arms, seeing as though his lab was ALWAYS in shambles from not having enough time to take care of things himself.

Albedo surprisingly woke up around nine, wavy hair surrounding him like a lion, you chuckled to yourself at the sight. “How did you sleep?”

“Alright, considering my sleep schedule is nonexistent a lot of the time.” You nodded, bumping shoulders teasingly. “How about you?” 

“Okay,” You said, immediately changing the subject. “I woke up early, so I cleaned your lab, I hope it’s to your likings, Kreideprinz.” You teased, bowing at the waist.

The alchemist waved you off, with a smile. “We’ll see about your organizational skills after you eat.” 

How had he known?

“You haven’t eaten yet, have you?” Albedo asked, heading in the direction of the kitchen.

“That obvious.” You wondered trailing after him. 

“You always wait for me, darling.”

- 

“You look exhausted.” Albedo’s concerned voice cut in through the smooth Mondstadt breeze. You had been so distracted with the discovery in front of you, you hadn’t realized your boyfriend was staring directly at you. “When was the last time you slept?” He glanced back down at the discovery, still listening, but if you didn’t speak soon he’d be lost in his world again.

“A day or two, but-” Albedo probably got whiplash from how hard he’d snapped his head to face you, but now he was staring at you with features reading nothing but shock, cerulean eyes blown wide.

“I think your bad sleeping schedule is contagious.” You joked, trying to make the situation lighter-hearted. He didn’t laugh. 

Albedo was more serious this time, proving it when he faced you completely. “What’s been going on?” His voice was soft, but he was extremely worried. 

Nervousness built up in his lover's body. “Nothing! I just-” You sighed. Might as well tell him the truth, he’d coerce the answer from you no matter what it took. “It’s been harder to sleep after my injury from that ruin guard. When it hit me, I banged my head against the concrete, and ever since I guess it’s been hard to sleep.” 

“You could've told me sooner. I would have stopped everything and anything for you.” Yes, that was true, that was the problem though. You didn’t want to be coddled like a baby

“I know, I’m not sure why I didn’t... Naturally, I don’t want to worry you.”

He moved closer to you so he could cradle your face in his hands. “You can always tell me anything you know that.”

“I understand that. You’re a busy man so-”

“From this moment on, my work will be dedicated to finding a cure for you.”

You panicked, not wanting to stop his work for the likes of what you were dealing with. “What? Wait no-”

“You can’t stop me, darling. You take precedence over everything.”

Albedo made it his goal to do whatever possible to help you. Whether it be spending days in his lab making concoctions in hopes of creating something that could safely aid you with sleep. Or he’s in the libraries, reading all the books on the wellness and health of humans. He’s already on top of it the minute you expressed your concerns. In the meantime, he’s going to make sure he goes to bed with you much earlier, and won’t go until you do, to ensure you’re resting.

We love sweet caretaker Albedo.

(I understand insomnia can have other causes, not just a mental or nervous breakdown, but it’s kind of implied when reader hurt her head that she’s not well.)

Childe

Childe is simply not going to know your not well, he just won’t, it’s not that he doesn’t care, it’s more so the fact that he has a hard time paying attention to anything other than his missions and duties, he does not want to slow down

you have to show signs or tell him to realize

he decided to take a break though, seeing as he did promise you dinner tonight. he told you it would be his treat, since he did have a bunch of Mora lying around that he simply had no other use for

he figured a nice dinner and trip to one of the nicer cities with more to offer would be nice, he would buy you anything you desired

it was nearing the time for dinner though, and the reservations had already been made, so when he was left waiting, let's just say he was irked...

if you didn’t want to show up, you would’ve told him, so maybe you forgot? he concluded that couldn’t be it

the last time he’d brought it up, two days ago, you had been so excited you couldn’t sit still nor stop talking about it

asking a few people around town if you had been spotted anywhere, some said you had wandered off to Luhua Pool, something about there being a myth about special healing properties within the water

now he was even more confused

one, you NEVER went to Luhua Pool, there was never a need to do so

two, special healing properties? why would you need that? were you hurt in his absence?

you were his family, and he loved his family more than anything, so if something was wrong, he’d do whatever it took to help you

he traveled from Snezhnaya to Luhua Pool in record speed

he did find you eventually, the sun was setting, but thanks to the glowing water he could make your form out easily

you were hunched over, in what looked like to be some simple greenish cloth dress, he couldn’t see what you were doing, and called out your name

no answer

“Hey, what’re you doing here?” The orange-haired teen asked, crouching down beside his lover to see what was wrong.

“Cleaning.” You had said. That’s when his dull blue eyes traveled to what you were doing, watching with a confused stare as you scrubbed at what seemed to be clean hands.

“Hmm, I see...” He couldn’t tell if this was a prank or not, you usually played along with his teasing nature. “Are you ready for dinner?”

“Was that really today?” Your head lifted, leaving your hands to momentarily hanging in the air, water droplets dripping off into the pool.

Okay... so you did forget it seemed, which did shock him seeing as though you were over the moon, less than seventy-two hours ago.

“Uh, yeah, did you really forget? That’s unlike you! I’ve learned women don’t forget anything.” He teased, hand going to his chin. You hummed, turning back to do whatever it was you had been previously.

The harbinger frowned. “Do you still want to go? We can make it if we’re fast.” You sounded like a robot, much like a ruin guard, he concluded. 

“I’m sorry, not today, I’m dirty...”

Childe couldn’t help but chuckle, “Dirty? Sweetheart, you’re cleaner than most people I’ve seen, what’re you on about-” 

“The blood, it’s stained my hands, can’t you see?” Even after holding your hands to show him, he saw nothing resembling blood. 

“Are you playing games with me? Sure, it would’ve been funny any other day, not today though-” 

“You don’t believe me?” You sounded hurt, but whatever was going on, he wouldn’t feed into these... false hallucinations. “The townspeople said the same thing, they called me crazy...” You scrubbed even harder at your hands, letting out a frustrated huff. 

“I don’t see anything, I’m really sorry,” He said gently, reaching into the water to grasp your warm hands in his, “But if you continue to do that...I will see the blood.”

Childe was not sure what was going on, maybe some sort of PTSD? Although, he wasn’t sure where it could’ve come from... you’re not a harbinger or fatui, or anyone that is engaged in battle, etc. so it didn’t make sense. Unless something happened that decided to resurface now. 

He immediately took you home, hand in his to keep you from further scratching your hands. On the journey, you often asked, “Why are you even touching me? There’s a lot of blood.” 

He didn’t want to have to feed into whatever was going on, worried he’d damage you somehow, and he didn’t want to make you sound crazy, so instead he said, “Because I love you.”

When you both arrived home, he’d immediately laid you in bed, saying you appeared tired before going to search for a doctor.

Child will see every and all doctors in Teyvat and will pay whatever amount necessary to figure out what’s wrong, that’s for sure. Doesn’t take orders from the harbingers (not like he was anyways) and opts to stay close to you at all times. 

He decided to keep his teasing to a minimum, though he found that sometimes things slipped out accidentally, he’d do anything in his power to help you.

1.18.21, rayofsunas