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Hi!!! You guys are seriously amazing. Do you know any good fics where Neil is essentially like a sugar daddy? Or just where he spends money for Andrew and likes to buy him things and stuff? Just Neil spending his money to make Andrew and the Foxes happy?
Hi, anon! When Neil is flush, he loves to spoil his man! - A
also see:
rich Neil spoils Andrew hereÂ
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âFamily Affairsâ and âFairy Lightsâ here
âCan you see the soul in me?â here (updated)
âBaltimore's Firefliesâ and âNo Saints in Sightâ here (both updated)
âNegotiationsâ hereÂ
Operation: Neil's bodysitter 24/7 by avengerpercy [Rated G, 6961 Words, Complete, AFTG Exchange Winter, 2020]
Neil's pro team thinks he needs a bodyguard. Neil doesn't want people to know that he needs to have one, so they hire Andrew, who certainly doesn't look like a bodyguard.
tw: implied/referenced abuse, tw: implied/referenced csa
Mission Impossible: Get the Foxes to get Along by christmasday_in_autumn [Rated G, 7765 Words, Complete, 2024]
Neil, or Nathaniel Weninski is the son and heir to Nathan and Mary, and brother of Jean. For a last mission before he becomes heir to the Mobster Crime Empire he asks to be sent to Palmetto to fix their crippling team. Neil is Rich, Powerful, and Mouthy. He wants the team to reach their potential.
tw: violence, tw: implied/referenced overdose, tw: implied/referenced murder, tw: canonical character death, tw: implied/referenced animal cruelty, tw: implied/referenced abuse
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Mafia Cats by sirfatcat_mccatterson [Rated G, 4015 Words, Complete, Locked]
Andrew is canvassing an uptown neighbourhood for his mom's cat charity and rings on the latest of rich-shit houses doorbell. That house? The Wesninski residence.
#neil josten/andrew minyard#kevin day & neil josten#kevin day & andrew minyard#neil josten & the foxes#neil josten & jean moreau#neil josten & nathan wesninksi#betsy dobson & andrew minyard#au: no exy#au: bodyguard#au: siblings#au: mafia#theme: pro exy#theme: celebrity#theme: strangers to lovers#theme: pre relationship#theme: gifts#theme: families#theme: cats#theme: charity#aftg exchange#tw: implied/referenced csa#tw: implied/referenced abuse#tw: violence#tw: implied/referenced overdose#tw: implied/referenced animal cruelty#tw: implied/referenced murder#tw: canonical character death
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Rumor has it that the Riley family is cursed. First, their youngest son, kidnapped under mysterious circumstances. The nephew? Hit by a motorcycle that just happened to roll off the road. The oldest and his wife? Crashed into a tree that was in the middle of the asphalt. The father? Murdered in his hospital bed. The mother? Overdosed on pills she'd never had.
Task Force 141 knows the rumors. Who in the UK doesn't? One day, 141 is sent out to help a team in Las Almas called Los Vaqueros. Apparently, the Las Almas cartel is having a territory dispute with the neighboring city's cartel, the Zaragoza cartel. While Los Vaqueros is handling the Las Almas cartel with Gaz and Roach's help, Price and Soap go to handle the Zaragoza cartel. They go undercover, and discover someone with brown eyes and blond lashes, wearing a balaclava, being passed around like many of the blunts in that room.
Soap manages to get his hands on this person, who's clearly out of it. After some finagling, he manages to get them outside, wrapping them in his coat to provide them with some decency.
When they wake up, they're in a bed in the Los Vaqueros base. Soap asks them for their name and pronouns, and he introduces himself as Ghost.
#tw: implied/referenced rape/noncon#cw: sui mention#tw: mentions of death#tw: mentioned overdose#tw: implied/referenced drugging#call of duty#simon ghost riley#john soap mactavish#call of duty mw2#ghoap au#ghoap#ghostsoap#soapghost#elo rambles
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the whole of you.
read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/QkDeqpA by lvcentorphic One night, when Eddie was home alone. His mother and her new boyfriend (that she had met on a hoarders support group), Derek on a coupleâs cruise they had a coupon for, they had been gone for 2 days. Eddieâs birthday officially had just passed by a few hours. It had been his last straw. Because on that night exactly, Eddie attempts on his own life. That was exactly a year ago, November 22nd 1990. 3 hours after his 15th birthday. OR Eddie attempts to unalive himself, Richie finds him before he does. Time set a year after. TW : Drowning, mentions/reference of overdosing. Words: 2504, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: IT - Stephen King, IT (Movies - Muschietti) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Categories: F/M, M/M Characters: Eddie Kaspbrak, Richie Tozier, Bill Denbrough, Ben Hanscom, Stanley Uris, Mike Hanlon, Richie Tozier's Parents, Wentworth Tozier, Sonia Kaspbrak, Derek Moore (Original Character) (Annoying Bitch), Connor Bowers Relationships: Eddie Kaspbrak/Richie Tozier, Bill Denbrough/Beverly Marsh, but like that was in the past, Bill Denbrough/Stanley Uris, Ben Hanscom/Beverly Marsh, Not Really, Bill Denbrough & Eddie Kaspbrak & Richie Tozier & Stanley Uris, Ben Hanscom & Richie Tozier, Bill Denbrough & Mike Hanlon & Ben Hanscom & Eddie Kaspbrak & Richie Tozier & Stanley Uris, this is getting confusing - Relationship Additional Tags: Sonia Kaspbrak's A+ Parenting, Sonia Kaspbrak Being Terrible, Suicide Attempt, Suicide, Richie Tozier Loves Eddie Kaspbrak, Eddie Kaspbrak Loves Richie Tozier, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Good Parents Maggie & Wentworth Tozier, i love them, Mentioned Pennywise (IT), I don't really know to tag, Side story Bill Denbrough/Stanley Uris, Implied/Referenced Bill Denbrough/Beverly Marsh - Freeform, Implied/Referenced Drug Use, Eddie Kaspbrak is a Little Shit, Richie Tozier is a Little Shit, Angst, Comfort/Angst, Teen Angst, Drowning read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/QkDeqpA
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painkillers
https://ift.tt/cXgpPuD by Incenseburnerdreams Gavin can't handle being alone, or his own thoughts so when that's all he has he spirals. Massive tw for Graphic material, more descriptive tw in notes Words: 4083, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Series: Part 20 of D:BH (Mostly Reed900) Fandoms: Detroit: Become Human (Video Game) Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M Characters: Gavin Reed, Upgraded Connor | RK900 Relationships: Upgraded Connor | RK900/Gavin Reed Additional Tags: Hurt No Comfort, Emotional Hurt, Heavy Angst, Angst, Implied/Referenced Self-Harm, Self-Hatred, Suicidal Thoughts, Suicide Attempt, No Dialogue, Angst and Feels, Hopeful Ending, Gavin Reed is Bad at Feelings, Gavin Reed Needs a Hug, Hurt Gavin Reed, Upgraded Connor | RK900 Is Bad at Feelings, Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms, Loneliness, Mental Health Issues, No beta we die like Allen, Not Beta Read, Triggers, Massive trigger warning for graphic material, Graphic Description, Depression, Dissociation, Overdosing, Post-Peaceful Android Revolution (Detroit: Become Human)
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re-do?
by vickylol18 3 months cant change a person that much, right? wrong. during that time, reki got a tattoo, peircings, and a huge glowup. during that time, reki has to battle the guilt of leaving behind his best friend, langa. when he comes back, how will langa react? tw: overdose, self harm, self-doubt, stupidity. Words: 9588, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: SK8 the Infinity (Anime) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: M/M Characters: Kyan Reki, Kyan Reki's Family, Kyan Reki's Siblings, Kyan Reki's Grandmother, Hasegawa Langa, Chinen Miya, Nanjo Kojiro | Joe, Higa Hiromi | Shadow, Sakurayashiki Kaoru | Cherry Blossom Relationships: Hasegawa Langa/Kyan Reki, Hasegawa Langa & Kyan Reki, Nanjo Kojiro | Joe/Sakurayashiki Kaoru | Cherry Blossom Additional Tags: Insecure Kyan Reki, Kyan Reki Loves Hasegawa Langa, Hurt Kyan Reki, Kyan Reki Needs a Hug, Hasegawa Langa Loves Kyan Reki, Bisexual Kyan Reki, Depressed Kyan Reki, Self-Harm, Implied/Referenced Self-Harm, Self-Harming Kyan Reki, Gay, Male Homosexuality, No Smut, Miscommunication, Hasegawa Langa In Love, Oblivious Hasegawa Langa, Hurt Hasegawa Langa, Cute, Suicidal Thoughts, Implied/Referenced Suicide, Suicide Attempt, Suicide, Kyan Reki Angst, Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Fluff and Angst source https://archiveofourown.org/works/62435668
#IFTT#fanfic#ao3feed#matcha blossom#matchablossom#ao3feed-matchablossom#sk8 the infinity#sk8 joe#sk8 cherry
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the whole of you.
Read it on ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/61619215 By: lvcentorphic by lvcentorphic One night, when Eddie was home alone. His mother and her new boyfriend (that she had met on a hoarders support group), Derek on a coupleâs cruise they had a coupon for, they had been gone for 2 days. Eddieâs birthday officially had just passed by a few hours. It had been his last straw. Because on that night exactly, Eddie attempts on his own life. That was exactly a year ago, November 22nd 1990. 3 hours after his 15th birthday. OR Eddie attempts to unalive himself, Richie finds him before he does. Time set a year after. TW : Drowning, mentions/reference of overdosing. Words: 2504, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: IT - Stephen King, IT (Movies - Muschietti) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Categories: F/M, M/M Characters: Eddie Kaspbrak, Richie Tozier, Bill Denbrough, Ben Hanscom, Stanley Uris, Mike Hanlon, Richie Tozier's Parents, Wentworth Tozier, Sonia Kaspbrak, Derek Moore (Original Character) (Annoying Bitch), Connor Bowers Relationships: Eddie Kaspbrak/Richie Tozier, Bill Denbrough/Beverly Marsh, but like that was in the past, Bill Denbrough/Stanley Uris, Ben Hanscom/Beverly Marsh, Not Really, Bill Denbrough & Eddie Kaspbrak & Richie Tozier & Stanley Uris, Ben Hanscom & Richie Tozier, Bill Denbrough & Mike Hanlon & Ben Hanscom & Eddie Kaspbrak & Richie Tozier & Stanley Uris, this is getting confusing - Relationship Additional Tags: Sonia Kaspbrak's A+ Parenting, Sonia Kaspbrak Being Terrible, Suicide Attempt, Suicide, Richie Tozier Loves Eddie Kaspbrak, Eddie Kaspbrak Loves Richie Tozier, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Good Parents Maggie & Wentworth Tozier, i love them, Mentioned Pennywise (IT), I don't really know to tag, Side story Bill Denbrough/Stanley Uris, Implied/Referenced Bill Denbrough/Beverly Marsh - Freeform, Implied/Referenced Drug Use, Eddie Kaspbrak is a Little Shit, Richie Tozier is a Little Shit, Angst, Comfort/Angst, Teen Angst, Drowning
#IFTTT#AO3 works tagged 'Eddie Kaspbrak/Richie Tozier'#reddie#reddie fanfiction#reddie fanfic#richie tozier#eddie kaspbrak#ao3feed-reddie#feel free to block the last tag if you would not like to see these posts!
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Leave A Light On
by arlanalikestowrite Based on a this request from my tumblr (arlana-likes-to-write) tw drugs?? i have no idea if you take request for Natasha and daughter reader, but if you do, would you be willing to write about nat finding out the drugs addiction of reader and like the angst of a mother and then like happy ending where nat obviously helps reader to be clean again? Words: 4069, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe Rating: Not Rated Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: F/F Characters: Maria Hill, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Yelena Belova, Peter Parker, Mary Jane Watson Relationships: Maria Hill/Natasha Romanov, Natasha Romanov (Marvel) & Reader, Maria Hill & Reader Additional Tags: Substance Abuse, Overdose, Past Abuse, Implied/Referenced Self-Harm, Implied/Referenced Abuse, Implied/Referenced Torture, Drugs, Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Withdrawal, Mother-Daughter Relationship, Angst with a Happy Ending, Fluff and Angst, Blood and Injury, Based on a song via https://ift.tt/xWDFvbY
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A Waste of Talent
Chapter Seven: The Falling Out
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Rating: M
Words: 808
 John firmly stood his ground as he waited for one of them to start talking. Sherlock wouldnât meet his gaze, but Snapeâs glare was ice cold and deadly. That glare that put fear in the hearts of his students. The one that made Death Eaters and even Voldemort respect him.  The one many believed to be permanently etched on his face.  The very one that preceded most of Johnâs detention.
 That same glare no longer had any effect on John Watson.
 Years of war and years of living and working with Sherlock Holmes had hardened him far beyond what his former Potions Masterâs venomous stare could do.
 John stared right back, completely unflinching, with a slight cocky grin.
 âI beg your pardon, Watson,â Snape growled, Johnâs grin pissing him off even more. âI must have misheard you.â
 The brazen Gryffindor shook his head. âYou heard me perfectly fucking clear, Professor.â
 Snapeâs nostrils flared. âYouâve somehow managed to become even more intolerable than you were as a student.â
 âThank you.â
 Another tense moment passed in which Snape stewed in silent fury.
 âJohn, leave it,â Sherlock spoke up. The other two were slightly taken aback by his request, but they did not break eye contact.
 âNo, Sherlock,â John responded. âYou told me Snape looked out for you in school and that you were the one that set all of this up so that he could have some peace after the Second War. But you have been on edge since we left Baker Street and itâs only gotten worse since he opened the fucking door.  And, he is acting the same way towards you despite his obvious interest in helping with the case. So, one of you is going to have to spill it or we are never going to make any headway with this case because you two will be too busy bitching at each other.  Now, spill it!â  Johnâs voice was now at a dangerous level.
 Sherlock shifted, but said nothing. He was incredibly uncomfortable and anxious, and didnât know what to do; John could see this, but he could also see that Sherlock knew he was right. He hated watching his friend in such turmoil, trying to decide between self-preservation and solving the most interesting case theyâd had in weeks, but he couldnât let up. Forcing the source of their tension to the surface was not only what was best for the case, but for Sherlock as well.
 Meanwhile, Snape stood seething at the blatant disrespect John had paid him; his own anger rising with every decibel of Johnâs voice. âVery well,â he spat. âIâve kept enough secrets for ungrateful brats.â
 Sherlock cut his eyes at him, but didnât take the bait.
 Snape let the parchment roll backup and stood straight, folding his arms with the parchment secured in his right hand. âItâs quite simple really,â he hissed at John.  âQuite opposite yourself, your dear friend here was truly the most brilliant and talented student I ever had. He could have been an auror or a Potions Master or Defense Against the Dark Arts professor. He could have been absolutely anything. However, he chose to waste his brilliance on solving Muggle crimes. And when I expressed my⌠disappointment in his decision, he lost control, nearly blowing me up, and vanished. I never saw or heard from him again.  Even Holmes the Elder seemed pissed off at me for the incident, but refused to explain why.
 âAfter quite some months of hearing nothing, I moved on with my life. That is, until the two of you decided to grace me with your presence at this glorious hour.â His closing statement was growled through clenched teeth.
 Sherlock stood rooted to the spot, visibly shaking. Â
 John looked to him now, taking in how lost and upset he appeared. His frustration faded and worry took over as something Snape said hit him.
 âSherlock, where did you go?â John breathed, afraid he already knew the answer.
 Snapeâs brow furrowed, turning his attention to Sherlock as well. The sudden shift in Johnâs demeanor had taken him completely off guard.
 The detective tentatively met Johnâs gaze. âYou know where,â he answered, barely above a whisper.
 John sighed and nodded solemnly.
 Snape looked between them. âCare to explain?â he demanded when neither of them elaborated.
 John watched as Sherlock flexed his jaw and looked at his shoes. He looked every bit like a First Year being chastised by his professor. âA drug den,â he finally admitted even quieter than before.
 Snapeâs face fell, his eyes wide with shock.
 âMycroft found me two weeks later,â he continued. âAt least, thatâs how long he said it had been when I woke up in that Muggle hospital.â Sherlock caught Johnâs eye again before saying in a shaky voice riddled with shame, âThat was the first time that I overdosed.â
#tw drugs#tw ptsd#sherlock holmes#sherlock fanfiction#snape/sherlock crossover#severus snape#victoriaholmeswriting#a waste of talent#snape lives au#snape fanfiction#implied/referenced drug use#tw overdose#wizard!john#wizard au#wizard!sherlock
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(Updated: June 2024)
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In the pursuit of giving the participants tools for tagging their works correctly, thus allowing everyone else to curate their experience, Iâve put a non-comprehensive list of tags together that should be used if they apply to your work, during the event (and afterward, if you want).
There are gazillion other things that could be tagged too, but letâs be honest, itâs impossible to tag warnings for every single squick or trigger of every person in the world. So, I collected a list of the most common ones below. Like I said, this barely scratches the surface. Itâs just a small guide for themes and things that you should warn about. If thereâs anything else you think it needs tagging in your work, do it, please!
As the title says, tags are the best friends of both writers and readers. Use them to warn and/or block the content you write/read. Not only that! They also serve to finding the content you want to consume! You got the power. Use it!
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i can't forgive me & you can't forget
Summary: Spencer is happy that his boyfriend is as compassionate as he is, but watching Derek do everything he can to help Strauss with her alcoholism when he stood by and did nothing back when he was struggling with his dilaudid addiction is beginning to take its toll.
Tags: hurt!spencer, miscommunication, angst, insecurity, est. rel., hurt/comfort, cuddling & snuggling, angst w a happy ending, fluff TW: referenced past drug use, addiction, and overdose, implied/referenced alcoholism
Pairing: Derek Morgan x Spencer Reid
Word Count: 4.5k
Masterlist // Read on AO3 // The other fic in this universe
Inspired by @marisatomayâs post here!!! The title is from the second part of the poem Betrayal by Lang Leav.
Itâs pushing ten pm by the time Spencer finally hears the front door open and close with a soft click, hears the rustling of Derek ditching his leather jacket on the crowded coat rack and toeing off his shoes â no doubt placing them neatly at the side of the hall like he always does â and listens to his footsteps as he nears the bedroom where Spencerâs been holed up since Derek left.
âHey, baby boy,â Derek says with a warm, relaxed smile, his fingers already working on undoing his shirt buttons, before digging through their wardrobe to find a more comfortable top.
âHey.â
Spencer watches him with tired eyes. Heâs been feeling as hurt and despondent as he does this evening for weeks now, but tonight is the first time he doesnât have the energy to hide it. Heâs spent the entire afternoon in bed, and heâs certain it shows in the imprints of the creased pillowcase on his cheek and his messed up hair, and where just a couple of days ago heâd rush to hide those tells, he simply doesnât care enough anymore.
Derek turns around from the wardrobe and shrugs off his shirt, replacing it with a soft blue t-shirt Spencerâs always liked on him. âHave you had anything to eat yet?â
Spencer shakes his head. Derek undoes his belt and switches his trousers for a pair of grey sweatpants before walking over to the bed and climbing onto the mattress, grinning cheekily as he rolls over Spencerâs body and leans down to press a tender kiss to the tip of his nose.
Itâs sweet and romantic and so painfully normal, and maybe thatâs exactly why he suddenly finds himself swallowing back tears. Heâs hardly spent any time with Derek outside of work in weeks and heâs hurt and sad and struggling, and itâs only making it worse that his loving and attentive boyfriend hasnât seemed to notice. Really, Spencer knows he needs to communicate, and that a significant part of his pain is his responsibility, but the shameâ
âWell that just wonât do,â Derek murmurs, interrupting his thoughts as he brushes his fingers over a lock of curly hair resting on Spencerâs temple. âIâll go and make you something. Or we can order in? What do you fancy?â
Spencer shrugs, looking away. Heâs not trying to be difficult, itâs just incredibly hard to think about food and a relaxing night in with your partner when you feel like your insides are splintering and youâre just barely holding yourself together.
Even without looking directly at his face, Spencer can see Derekâs brow furrow and his happy expression fade, and soon enough Derekâs fingers are at his chin, gently moving his head until heâs looking at him again. âHey, pretty boy,â he says gently, looking so concerned it makes his chest ache, âwhatâs wrong? Tell me whatâs going on in that big old head of yours.â
So much of him wants to give in and tell him everything, wants to spill his fears and his anxieties and his anger and his shame onto the sheets of their bed and lay it all out for him. He wants to shout, âSee? This is who I am! This is all my mess and my pain and my regret! Look at it!â
But he canât. He squeezes his eyes shut for a moment before opening them again to meet the swirling worry in Derekâs deep, beautiful brown eyes and he wills himself not to cry. âNothing,â he lies. âIâm just tired. Hungry.â
He knows Derek doesnât believe him, but there isnât much he can do if Spencer isnât willing to communicate, so he nods reluctantly and leans down to place a kiss on his forehead this time, lingering there for a moment longer than he usually does. The feeling of his boyfriend hovering over him and asking him whatâs wrong and kissing him so tenderly is all Spencerâs craved for weeks, but now itâs here, he still feels sad and empty and hollowed out by shame and bitterness, desperate for something more without so much as an idea as to what exactly more might entail.
âI tell you what, Iâll go make you some tortellini, alright? Thereâs a pack in the fridge and it only takes a couple of minutes so Iâll be back before you know it,â Derek promises, and Spencer canât decide if thatâs a good thing or a bad thing.
Regardless, Derek hops off the bed and heads out to the kitchen, leaving Spencer alone in the softly lit bedroom. He pulls the duvet further up to his chin and buries his face in it, the soft fabric gentle on his skin, and the comforting scent of Spencerâs shampoo mingling with Derekâs cologne settling him slightly.
Derek had spent the afternoon with Strauss at the rehab centre. And not for the first time.
The problem is, how can Spencer be mad at him for that? Really, itâs the epitome of his character: genuine, constant, unconditional compassion for everyone around him, no matter who they are or what his history with them might be. Of course heâd see Strauss struggling with her addiction and swoop right in, getting her settled in at the centre and spending hours with her on visiting days, fighting alongside Hotch to persuade the director to let her keep her job.
But watching him leave every week, watching him text her encouraging messages, hearing him talk about her progress and recovery⌠it strikes a nerve deep inside Spencer. He isnât proud of how he feels. He knows itâs petty and illogical, but he canât help it.
Because somewhere deep in his soul, an old version of himself, a sad, lonely, scared, addicted-to-dilaudid boy is crying out, why didnât you do that for me?
Itâs that question that really plagues him. Theyâre called into work the next day for a fairly interesting case in North Dakota, and there are some fairly strong links to the world of academia, so usually, Spencer would be all over it, reeling off facts and statistics and reaching out to his contacts to further the case. But for some reason, he just canât get his head in the game.
He finds himself zoning out on the jet and wandering off at crime scenes without even knowing where heâs going. Initially, his team had assumed that he was thinking, or was going somewhere deliberately that might help them with the case, theyâd all counted on Doctor Reid to come up with some brilliant theory to bring them closer to catching their unsub.
But Hotch had quickly realised that his head was somewhere else and kept him close to his side from then on. At least staying at the police station with Hotch and being tasked with reading through the unsubâs literary work and constructing a geographical profile both gives him something specific to focus on, and â as much as Spencer hates to admit it â keeps him away from Derek.
âYou want to tell me whatâs going on?â Hotch asks gently when they both find themselves at the coffee pot in the late afternoon. He doesnât look over at him, his eyes focused on the stream of coffee and creamer headed straight for his mug. Spencer knows itâs a tactic to make him feel less ambushed and more relaxed, but that doesnât stop it from working.
âNo,â he says honestly.
Hotch nods in acceptance. He puts a warm hand on his shoulder and squeezes briefly. âWell, you know where I am if you change your mind.â
Both JJ and Emily eye him suspiciously throughout the case as well, but no one is more confused and concerned than Derek. Spencer tries not to think about the irony.
âBaby, whatâs got you all distracted like this?â Derek asks softly when theyâre finally alone in their room that night, full up from the rushed dinner theyâd all had in the lobby before crawling to their rooms for a couple of hoursâ sleep before the manhunt continues in the morning. âThis is so unlike you and you know it.â
Spencer doesnât reply, just continues quietly changing into his pajamas before brushing his teeth and washing his face. Derekâs still sitting in the same position when he comes out, looking frustrated and contemplative, and Spencer feels guilty for making him feel this way, but he just doesnât know what to do. He canât act like everything's okay because it isnât, and heâs tired himself out from pretending that it was for weeks, now. But he canât tell him whatâs going on either.
The thing is, how is Spencer supposed to admit that heâs still hurt over something that happened almost five years ago now? And how is he supposed to admit that Derek doing the right thing is only reopening wounds heâd tried so hard to heal and close? That both Derek and Hotch had specifically helped him heal and close?
He doesnât know how to verbalise his feelings without sounding petulant or pathetic, so he doesnât. He keeps them buried deep inside him and hopes desperately that no one comes digging.
âIâm fine, Derek,â he lies again, leaning down to kiss him gently before rounding the bed and crawling under the covers. âJust having an off day, I guess.â
Derek sighs but doesnât push any further, clearly knowing a lost cause when he sees one. Instead, he follows in Spencerâs footsteps and gets ready for bed silently, whispering a quiet good night before switching off the lamp and climbing into bed on the other side.
It feels like the expanse of white sheet between them goes on for miles.
Itâs the first time Spencerâs regretted Hotchâs decision to continue letting them share a room.
The question continues to plague him over the next week. He gets marginally better at pretending heâs not falling apart at the seams, and itâs enough to make almost everyone back off, but Hotch is still concerned and Derek is still confused, and he can feel himself drifting further away from the team each day, as though his rope tying him to the others has been cut, and now the current is having its way with him.
Nothing much changes. He continues in his hurt and lonely quietude, and Derek continues to ask whatâs wrong, sighing sadly when he gets nothing out of him, and they exist in tandem.
It had always felt â ever since the beginning of their relationship â as though their relationship was a salsa dance. They were tangled in one anotherâs lives, both physically and emotionally, and they existed in this relaxed kind of ease that Spencerâs only ever seen before in long-term relationships. Theyâd fallen into a lucky, easy kind of love, and it was never as much work as everyone had promised him a relationship would be.
Theyâve been together for four years, and their worst fight was over whether the cheese grater went in the cupboard next to the sink or above it. (Granted, it had spiraled into some other disagreements that came along with cohabitation, but. Still.)
Spencer knows heâs introducing a dynamic theyâre unused to, and he hates it. Guilt plagues him, mingling with his shame and sadness until heâs drowning under the weight of it, no way to claw himself to the surface to take a breath.
They exist on parallel lines: next to one another; yet never crossing over. Their relationship is no longer a salsa dance.
The next off-day they have, Derek canât get out the door fast enough. âIâm off to visit Erin,â he tells Spencer, and it still makes him irrationally angry that heâs stopped calling her Strauss and now refers to her like a friend.
Is it better that Strauss is now Derekâs friend? Him helping someone he actually cares about makes him not caring about Spencer all those years again slightly less of a gut-punch, he supposes. But the fact that Derek and Strauss of all people are becoming closer while he and Spencer drift apart hurts in a way he canât even begin to explain.
This time, he spends the entire day crying. Every time the tears slow down and he catches his breath, another wave of grief and pain and anxiety and shame and jealousy crashes over him, and all of a sudden he canât breathe again. Itâs an exhausting cycle, and by the early afternoon his stomach muscles are aching and his ribs feel bruised.
Itâs also the first day he gets a craving.
Heâs an addict, right, heâs had periods of intermittent cravings over the years, thatâs completely normal. Sometimes, even thinking about it in passing is enough for the itch to come back, to whisper the number of his old dealer in his ear, to recall in both his physical and mental memory the feeling that came with each press of the syringe.
This is the most intense one since his withdrawal immediately after waking up in hospital following his accidental overdose in his parking garage. Itâs so intense that it scares him.
Crying harder than he thought it possible, he fumbles for his phone on the nightstand and â fighting the temptation to type in the digits of his dealer â he dials the number heâs had memorised since he was nineteen. He canât speak through his gut-wrenching sobs, but he knows the sound of him crying this hard will be enough, so he lies in bed and continues his pity party until he hears the front door swing open and the rapid steps through the hall.
Soon enough, Hotch is pulling him into his arms and he finally feels a little less alone.
Hotch lets him cry himself out, and only when his tears have dried up and the hiccups have subsided does he say anything besides the reassuring murmurs heâd spoken into Spencerâs ears as he cried.
âSpencer,â he says â somewhat desperately â âplease. You have to tell me whatâs going on. Let me help you, okay? Whatever it is, Iâm here. I wonât let you suffer on your own anymore, I promise.â
Spencer doesnât raise his head from its position buried in Hotchâs t-shirt, but he does finally say something. He doesnât know what overrides the shame thatâs kept him quiet â maybe itâs the exhaustion or the loneliness finally winning out â but whatever it is, heâs glad it does.
âI had a craving today,â he whispers, because it seems like a good place to start. âHavenât been feeling good since, uh. Since⌠Strauss.â
Itâs hopelessly phrased, but itâs the best way he can explain it and Hotch, being the miracle profiler and father figure of Spencer Reid, figures it out instantly.
He feels the way he slumps slightly, hears the tired, frustrated sigh, and knows heâs probably beating himself up for not figuring it out sooner.
âIâm sorry I didnât tell you, I just⌠I couldnât. I didnât know how.â
Hotch shushes him. âYou donât need to apologise for that, Spencer, donât be sorry. Iâm the one who should be sorry for being so blind, and I am. I hate that youâve been suffering like this and weâve all been too stupid to realise why.â
âIt still, it still hurts,â he says quietly, sadly, regretfully, âit still hurts that no one helped me until it was almost too late. But everyone dropped everything to help Straussâ Iâm sorry, itâs so selfish, I shouldnât beââ
âHey, Spence,â Hotch interrupts him, caressing his arm gently. âIt isnât selfish. Itâs human. And youâre right, we should have helped you sooner and itâs always been my greatest regret that we didnât, and that because of that dereliction of duty, we almost lost you.â
âIâm not, Iâm not trying to make you feel guilty or anythingââ
âSpencer, I know that. But you need to stop feeling guilty for how you feel, alright? It makes complete sense that this is bringing up both the feelings of rejection and betrayal, and also cravings for the drug you were addicted to at the time. Itâs so obvious that I donât know how I didnât see it earlier.â
Spencer nods, but he doesnât say anything for a couple of minutes. âDerekâs been visiting Strauss on our days off,â he admits quietly. âIâve barely seen him for almost a month now, and thatâ it isnât helping.â
âI can understand that. Have you talked to him about any of this?â he asks, even though Spencerâs sure Hotch already knows the answer.
He shakes his head.
âI know itâs hard, Spence, I really do, but I think you need to talk to him. Obviously, it wouldâve been better if both he and I had figured it out without you having to tell us, but clearly, he isnât going to realise by himself. I know that as soon as you explain it, heâll understand completely.â
Spencer sighs. Some part of him had known this was coming, he just didnât know how it would come about. He wouldnât have put money on Hotch being involved, but maybe he should have done. He always seems to come to Spencerâs rescue.
âHeâll probably be out for a while. He usually stays out for hours when he goes to visit her.â
âWell, how about I stay until he comes home, and then you can talk to him? How does that sound?â
Spencer looks up at him. âWhat about Jack?â
âHeâs out with a friend and their family anyway,â Hotch reassures him, smiling as he runs a hand down his arm. âNow how about I make you some tea and we go and sit on the sofa?â
Spencer reluctantly agrees and moves from the safety of his bed to the comfort of his sofa, but he has to admit that the light streaming in from the big bay window and the feeling of sitting up makes him feel just a little better straight away. Once Hotch is back and placing a cup of chamomile tea into his hands, he doesnât feel quite so much like heâs going to burst into tears at any moment.
âI have to ask, Spencer,â Hotch says carefully, âdid you buy any dilaudid? Or attempt to contact your dealer?â
âThought about it,â he admits, not meeting Hotchâs concerned eyes, âbut I didnât.â
Hotch relaxes. âGood. Iâm proud of you, you know.â
Spencer looks at him with a hesitant smile that only grows when Hotch beams back.
They spend the afternoon watching nature documentaries â and Spencer admittedly dozes through a lot of them, exhausted from the burden of carrying so much pain around and the physical exertion of crying so hard â until Derek comes home at just gone five thirty.
âHotch?â he asks, confused, and his voice wakes Spencer up from one of his unintentional naps.
He scrambles to sit upright, going inexplicably red at the thought of what he knows is coming. For some reason, he feels like heâs done something wrong and heâs about to be told off. He hates that this is what his relationship with Derek has come to.
âHi, Derek,â Hotch says, squeezing Spencerâs ankle and getting up from the sofa. âSpencer asked me to come over earlierâ â which is a bit of a stretch when really Spencer sobbed into the phone until Hotch showed up â âand I was just keeping him company until you came home.â
Derekâs eyebrows only furrow further, looking between them, confused. âRight.â
âSpencer,â Hotch says, meeting his eyes, âare you okay if I go now? Youâll tell Derek what we talked about?â
Immediately, Spencer blushes red as Derekâs scrutinising eyes fixate on him, but he nods and smiles weakly at Hotch, following him with his eyes as he lets himself out, if just to avoid meeting Derekâs.
âPretty boy?â Derek says cautiously, slowly taking off his jacket and approaching the sofa like Spencerâs a wild animal liable to be spooked away at any given moment. He supposes itâs probably quite a good analogy, actually.
Spencer shifts nervously in his seat, moving his legs out of the way to give Derek more room to sit down on the sofa.
âYou finally gonna tell me whatâs been up with you these last few weeks?â Derek asks, and Spencer isnât oblivious to the hope in his voice. âIâve been worried about you, baby.â
Spencer nods and closes his eyes for a moment, taking a couple of deep breaths to compose himself. Heâs told one person, and it went fineâ it went well, actually. Derek is his life partner, his soulmate, and they tell each other everything. He just needs to start at the beginning. He needs to tell him all of the disclaimers, remind him that heâs not angry at him for doing the right thing or for being the compassionate person he is, he just needs toâ He needs to focus, and he needs to tell the truth.
âI called Hotch earlier because I was scared of myself,â he says, finally opening his eyes and looking into Derekâs. âI was having some of the most intense cravings Iâve had since being sober, and I was seriously considering calling my dealer, but I managed to call Hotch instead, and we talked about how Iâve been feeling.â
âBaby, Iâm so sorry I wasnât here,â Derek says regretfully, his face melting into the very picture of apologetic as he scoots a bit closer on the sofa so he can grab Spencerâs legs and pull them over his lap.
âI know,â Spencer replies, ignoring for now that him not being here is why they have a problem in the first place. He moves on. âIâve been⌠struggling⌠over the last month or so with feelings that I havenât really known how to rationalise or explain, and when I finally did make sense of them, I felt that I couldnât share them with anyone, which is why Iâve been so distant and private. And Iâm sorry for that, by the way.â
Derek just smiles, caressing his bare ankle with one hand as he rests his other over his shin.
He pauses for a moment, trying to find the best way to word his thoughts, but before he can think about it too hard, the words come spilling out, unbidden. âIâve found it hard to reconcile your attentiveness and willingness to throw everything at helping Strauss, and the way no-one helped me with my addiction back in 2007.â
Derekâs face instantly falls, and saying the words out loud brings all the emotions heâd managed to control back again in full force, and suddenly his face is crumpling, too. Derek surges forward, moving them both until heâs situated between the sofa cushions and Spencer, cuddling him as close as he can while Spencer cries into his chest.
âIâm so sorry, baby, Iâm so sorry,â he whispers, voice breaking as he begins to cry as well. âIâm sorry I didnât do anything then and Iâm sorry I didnât put two and two together to realise why you were struggling so much. I canât believe I was so oblivious, Spence, oh God.â
They lie there for a long time, crying together as Derek runs his hands through Spencerâs hair and Spencer clings desperately to the fabric of Derekâs t-shirt.
âI was just feeling so distant from you because we werenât spending as much time together, and I had no idea how to admit that I was feeling hurt about something that happened almost five years ago,â he continues when theyâve both calmed down again, and theyâre ready to resume the conversation. âI guess I just felt⌠ashamed of both my feelings now and being jealous, which is so ridiculous, I had no idea how to tell anyone how I was feeling. And Iâm so sorry that my lack of communication affected us so much.â
âOh, baby,â Derek sighs, leaning in to press a kiss to Spencerâs lips. âYou donât need to be sorry. Iâm sorry that I was hurting you when I shouldâve known the effect my actions would have. This whole mess is on me for so many reasons.â
��Der, I donât want you to feel guilty,â Spencer says insistently, urgently, looking at him imploringly. âYouâve apologised enough for what happened back then, and thereâs no way we can change what happened. You were just being the same kind and compassionate person you always are when you were helping Strauss.â He reaches out and cups Derekâs face gently, hating the tells of guilt and self-loathing he can see all over it.
Derek sighs and moves Spencerâs hand to his lips so he can kiss his palm. âWhen I was sitting in that hospital room waiting for you to wake up,â he explains, âI made a promise to myself. I told myself that I would never let anyone down like that again. I was never going to stand back and watch anyone else I knew fall into the same trap you did. So when I realised Strauss had a drinking problem, all I saw was an opportunity to keep that promise.
âThe only problem was that I was so wrapped up in doing the right thing in helping her that I wasnât doing the right thing by you. I shouldâve realised all the feelings, physical and emotional, that this would bring up for you, but I didnât think. Iâm so sorry, baby boy, I really am.â
Spencer cuddles back into Derek, burying his face in the juncture between his neck and shoulder and relaxing into the reassuring scent of his person. âI know, Der. I forgive you.â
âHow about we order in some Thai for dinner from your favourite restaurant and watch some Doctor Who?â Derek suggests after a couple of minutes of silence. âI think weâre long overdue for some quality time together.â
Spencer smiles at him, feeling so much of the heaviness thatâs been weighing him down over the last few weeks lift that he feels almost like heâs floating. âI think that sounds like a plan.â
They set the living room up to be as cosy as possible, lighting the candles Penelope had made for them and using only their soft lamps to light the room, before piling the couch high with blankets and pillows until theyâre cuddled together in a little nest.
The evening is spent eating their favourite food and watching their favourite season of Doctor Who, and while Spencerâs still hurting and they still have healing to do, this feels like a damn good start.
âIâm proud of you,â Spencer whispers to Derek late into the night, when theyâre close to falling asleep in the comfort of their blanket pile.
Derek turns to him, looking confused. âWhat do you mean?â
âYou made a mistake when you let things get bad with my addiction back in 2007,â Spencer explains, âand when you saw someone headed down the same path, you stopped at nothing to make sure you didnât make that mistake again. If anything shows me how much you regret not doing anything sooner, itâs your devotion to Straussâ recovery.â
Derek smiles at him, his eyes a little watery, and holds his chin gently as he leans in to kiss him. âI love you,â he murmurs. âI love you so much.â
Spencer kisses him again before cuddling back into his side. âI know you do, Derek. And I love you, too.â
And really, when it comes down to it, thatâs enough.
Ahhh, this was the first fic in forever that actually felt fairly easy to write thank GOD. I loved this concept and writing that good, good angst was so much fun. Plus, we always love a happy ending in this house! Also, a reminder that how other people when you confront them with the way they hurt you or made you feel is not your responsibility.
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FIC RECS- JAN 2021
if itâs not too late, happy 2021 everyone! i know the year hasnât started out great but letâs keep our fingers crossed, and in case it doesnât, iâll be here to rec amazing fics to you! shoutout to all the authors of this fandom for being amazing <3
many of the fics mentioned below may have triggering topics. TW // DRUGS, ADDICTION, DRUG MENTION, ALCOHOL AS A COPING MECHANISM, ACCIDENTS, AMNESIA
never be by cherrystreet @cherrystreet (117k, study abroad au, strangers to friends to lovers, angst, pining, happy ending) this was the first ones iâve read of this type and it was amazing. i loved the long distance dynamic.Â
like a bastard on the burning sea by vashtaneradas (22k, infedility) i have no idea why i ever thought that reading h cheating on l would ever do me any good, but here it is. beautifully written. this had me ugly crying and howling the first time i read it. can confirm i hated irl harry for a while after this.Â
weâre not who we used to be by louistomlinsons @adoredontour (30k, sharing a bed, accidental cuddling, exes to lovers, road trip) i absolutely loved the ziam and shiall content, coupled with stupid louis. road trip AUs are very cool and if you like them as much as i do you should read this.
search and rescue me by wild halos (17k, alternate universe - high school, confinement?) this was one of the very few stuck together ones iâve found and i ADORE it. super exciting. their chemistry is amazing. the things that can happen in a day ,,,, *chefâs kiss*
candles on air by isthatyoularry @isthatyoularry (29k, friends to lovers, unrequited love, angst, pining) i read this during physics and i honestly had to work so hard not to let my self-restraint break because i was exhausted by the end of this. the angst is top-tier. 10/10 would recommend.
but me, iâm not a gamble by orphan_account (33k, football player louis, famous harry, popstar harry, footie au, niall is friends with all the footballers) a lovely posh&becks au featuring a cameo from none other than david and victoria beckham. i love the slow build and how louis leads harry on but canât live without him either. oh and niall is a smug bastard but whatâs new.Â
spin me like a record by zarah5 @zarah5 (8k, alternate universe- college/university, friends to lovers, fake/pretend relationship, happy ending) let me start by saying that this author is my absolute favourite and that everything she writes is GOLD. so much captured in just 8k. loved it.
counting the steps between us by zarah5 @zarah5 (24k, friends to lovers, pining, so much pining, also camping) this fic is a gem. i absolutely love the dynamic between them and how easily they fall into step with each other. louis is kinda a dick to harry but they end up happy, so, who cares.Â
say that you can see me (iâll speak up i swear) by coffeelouis (20k, college au, liberal arts college, photographer harry, soccer/football player louis tomlinson) harry is an oblivious idiot and louis is the fool pining over him. zayn is not bothered, except for when he is. wonderful fic.Â
larry heartbreak by coinmaisy (47k, cheating harry, angst with a happy ending, it gets worse before it gets better, infedility, heartbroken louis tomlinson, implied/referenced drug use, alcohol) when i first read the summary i was like âwhat is 47k going to do to me?â huge mistake i promise. this was so exhausting to read and it literally felt like my partner had cheated on me. you really feel for the characters. kind of unconventional with the way they deal with it but beautiful nevertheless.
jokeâs on our parents by larrycaring @mystupidamours (alternate universe- high school, louis has a twin named carla, coming out, sort of, closeted character) short and sweet, an extremely adorable read. i wish it didnât end here! iâd kill for parents like that no joke
life at shutter speed by zarah5 @zarah5 (20k, alternate universe- fashion & models, harry is very forward, louis is charmed even though he wishes he werenât) photographer!louis au featuring stunning locations and even more stunning models.
oh glory by alivingfire (21k, alternate universe-olympics, 2016 summer olympics, gymnastics, mentions of past zouis, explicit sexual content, praise kink, slight mentions of homophobia typical in work environments) this was soooo good. iâm not particularly into sports fics unless itâs footie louis, but swimmer!harry was something i never knew i needed. wonderful setting and the ending *chefâs kiss*
hold my breath by zarah5 @zarah5 (19k, alternate universe- yoga, alternate universe- football, louis plays football and is a beast when injured, harry and louis ramble around london a lot) this is definitely one of my favourite fics for this month. yoga instructor!harry, football!louis AND angst? sign me up hjdhnjskÂ
talk dirty to me by briamaria (13k, friends to lovers, dirty talk, mutual masturbation) uni au with best friends to lovers + dirty talk? this one was fireeeeeee. their chemistry is awesome
own the scars by crinkle-eyed-boo @crinkle-eyed-boo (144k, american au, drug addiction, drug overdose, larry is endgame, so donât let the tomlinshaw scare you off, youâre gonna suffer, but youâll be happy about it, lots of larry easter eggs) I AM BEGGING YOU TO READ THIS FIC, but more importantly, please please, READ THE TAGS. this had me ugly crying like crazy. this was very triggering for me but istg i donât regret it. slow burn and angst and fluff and the jealousy,,, make this a must-read. even the memory of this fic gets me overwhelmed. incredible. ft. zouiall friendship that will most definitely make your heart melt.
no one does it better by nodibs (49k, alcohol abuse, alternate universe) amnesia fic with ot5 friendship, sloooooooooooow burn and a shit ton of tears.Â
teenage dreams in a teenage circus by orphan_account (50k, first time, coming of age, alternate universe- high school) gemma/perrie/louis friendship that i never knew i needed. louis falls in love with harry, which, awkwarddd. but this fic gave me major coming of age movie vibes and now iâm angry that i donât have a childhood like this
play the odds by alivingfire @alivingfire (25k, friends to lovers, bets&wagers, alternate universe- college & university) a bet where they have to kiss 1000 times. maybe it ends up being more than that. i loved the concept and how well it carried throughout the fic.
those are all for this month ! i hope you enjoy them, and if you do, make sure you leave kudos and comments. stay safe, sending love! x
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I Just Need a Helping Hand
i just need a helping hand by izukub0at
izuku is dealing with suicidal thoughts and winds up going through with certain things.
tw: suicide, vomiting, overdose, intrusive thoughts
Words: 1062, Chapters: 1/3, Language: English
Fandoms: ĺăŽăăźăăźă˘ăŤăă㢠| Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Categories: Other
Characters: Midoriya Izuku, Class 1-A, Uraraka Ochako, Iida Tenya, Bakugou Katsuki, Yagi Toshinori | All Might, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead
Relationships: Class 1-A & Midoriya Izuku, Iida Tenya/Midoriya Izuku, Iida Tenya & Midoriya Izuku, Midoriya Izuku/Uraraka Ochako, Midoriya Izuku & Uraraka Ochako, Bakugou Katsuki/Midoriya Izuku, Bakugou Katsuki & Midoriya Izuku, dekusquad, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead & Midoriya Izuku, Midoriya Izuku & Yagi Toshinori | All Might
Additional Tags: Depression, Depressed Midoriya Izuku, Suicidal Midoriya Izuku, Midoriya Izuku Needs A Hug, Midoriya Izuku Gets A Hug, Midoriya Izuku Needs A Break, Hurt Midoriya Izuku, Sick Midoriya Izuku, Suicide Attempt, Suicide, Overdose, Implied/Referenced Suicide, Suicidal Thoughts, Worried Class 1-A, Bakugou Katsuki is a Good Friend, Uraraka Ochako is a Good Friend, Iida Tenya is a Good Friend, Parental Yagi Toshinori | All Might, Parental Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Vomiting
Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/32461621
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The Helping Hand
This is a Repost from my Ao3 I wanted to bring it to Tumblr. I hope you like it Its currently 5 chapters. As I was editing the last chapter I decided to go a different direction than on Ao3. So moving forward the story will be different.
Word Count: 1500 approx
Summary: Y/N Krast Illegitimate Daughter of Tony Stark. Product of an unwanted teen pregnancy. What would Howard Stark be capable of doing to assure his sons future? What will happen when Tony meets our Beautiful, young, genius, rich philanthropist.
Tw: Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Drug use, Drug addiction, Teen Pregnancy. (If there are any I missed please tell me.)
Ch.5
Chapter 6: Mental Fortress
Ch.7
You shuffle in your place as everyone acknowledges your presence. Which you find ironic because it is your house. You chuckle at the thought actually. "So how are we⌠I see you've made yourselves at home." Everyone just kinda looks at you with scared eyes. You leave them in silence for a while.
"It's a joke lighten up." Your say and everyone seems to release their breath at your words. Behind you, you hear someone clear their throat. "Bruce you've come back! Where'd you go?" He doesn't get the chance to tell when you're interrupted by Pepper. "I asked him to come back." You nod and Bruce jumps back in. "I came back because you helped me and heard you needed some."Â
"But we are not talking about that now⌠now we're doing breakfast." You wave Bruce off As Pepper is about to walk off, you stop her. "Did you tell everyone?" You say as you clear your throat. She nods. "Right fine I guess I should get used to this." Again she nods with a sly smile. You both make your way towards the group you're surprised to see that even Maria Hill was there. Nat is cooking with Steve. You walk towards Pietro and sit next to him. âHi.â You say simply. He chuckles and gives you an award-winning smile.Â
âYouâve got a nice place here.â He mentions looking around at your home. âYou said it well Itâs a place, not a home.â He turns to face you a more somber look taking place on his face. âYou get what I mean dont you?â He nods. âOrphans can spot orphans from a mile away.â You laugh at his joke. âThatâs one way to put it.â You look around looking for those eyes that pierce your soul but are disappointed when you don't find them. âSpeaking of where is your sister I don't see her.â
He looks down at his hands. âShe will kill me if she finds out I told you⌠She knew about what happened to your friends.â You furrow your eyebrows not understanding until Pietro moves his hands to his own head. âShe read your mind.â You nod understanding. âWell if she thinks Iâm mad tell her Iâm not Iâm well aware of the lack of control when it comes to her abilities.â He shakes his head. âWell, as much as I think she'd appreciate your sentiment⌠I think sheâs angry at you.â Your eyes widen. âWell, thatâs a first.â He sighs âSheâs in the restroom I think.â He finally answers you nod. Making a mental note to keep your distance from the Maximoff Witch.Â
âOkay, thanks for the heads up⌠Iâm going to go help, Nat and Steve.â He simply gives you a thumbs up and continues gawking at your place. âNat, how are you? Steve, itâs been a while.â He smiles while Natasha seems to not be listening to you. You pay no mind to it, starting a conversation with Steve. By the time that youâre done talking with Steve, everyoneâs plate has been served. Once you finally settle down you wince when you notice our head throbbing. The first to notice was Tony, but he didnât mention it. When you stand up to get water you stumble and fall clasping your hands on either side of your head. Curling into a little ball murmuring to yourself.Â
Pietro is the first one that makes it to you his hands on your shoulder trying to get you to respond. The pain becoming agonizing you yell pleading for the noise and the pain to stop. Then all of a sudden your mind goes blank no pain no sounds nothing. Youâre in an endless white tundra. A woman in the distance walking back and forth until she notices you. âY/N sweet heart⌠look at you. I knew you would be strong.â You don't know the woman, but you feel safe in her presence. You walk closer to her curiosity making the best of you. âDo I know you, I feel like I should know you.â She laughs taking your face in her hands. âY/N, monkey itâs me your mom.âÂ
As much as those words should take you by surprise they don't. âIâve seen you before havenât I?â She nods, âOnly when you really needed it, but Iâve never left your side. Not once science I passed.â She shifts in her stance and hugs you. âYouâre dead, you didnât abandon me did you?â She shakes her head. âItâs complicated honey, but no. I brought you here for a reason listen carefully.â you nod âRight this path youâre on revenge that family it will be the death of you.â Youâre shocked to hear those words come out of her mouth. âYou say you never left me, you say you were with me, then you know what they did to me. WHAT HE DID TO ME! I was a kid.âÂ
âY/n I need you to understand those people arenât who they seem⌠Youâve already been here too long. Promise me Y/nâ You shake your head denying her. âThey will pay for the pain they caused me.â She walks towards you reaching for you. âNo one will stop me, not even you.â Suddenly the pain begins to build again, the noise filling your head again. She takes hold of your head and meets your gaze. âThis vendetta will turn you from those around you, you will force them to turn their back on you if you continue down this path Y/N.â She stops noticing you calming down the pain subsiding.Â
âIf you keep at this it will kill your father⌠It will kill him to have to turn his back on you. He will do it Y/n if you force his hand they all will, even Logan.â You fall to your knees âMom, you know I canât. I canât forget I still remember and I wish I could just let go, but I CANâT.â you wail the tears brimming in your eyes. âY/n listen to me you will, in time you just need to heal Iâll always be here remember that. You need to get back now youâve been here too long.â Again the noise and the pain begin to take hold of you this time you let it consume you embracing the hurt, the pain and the feeling of helplessness.Â
The Avengers PovÂ
âWhatâs happening to her Bruce?â Tony asks desperately. âI donât know Tony, her scans and tests are normal, nothing is out of place.â Tony begins to pace back and forth not noticing when Wanda walks into the room. She begins to make her way to the medical bed when Bruce stops her. âWanda stop what are you doing?â He calls out quickly scared of what the witch would do to Y/n. She stops placing her hands in the air to signify peace. âI can go into her head and maybe find out whatâs wrong.â she says calmly. âThereâs no need, her brain scans are normal and steady. The last thing we need is you making her re-live her worst nightmare, again.â He says spitefully. Tony jumps in again. âShe wonât do that again, do what you have to do Wanda, I��m trusting you.â He says looking her in the eyes.
Wanda nods at Tony and continues walking until she makes it to your side. She inhales deeply the red wisp of magic already leaving her hands. Not long after that she screams and jumps back in agony. âWanda! What happened?â Tony asks as he helps her get up. âI don't know itâs like thereâs a barrier around her mind...almost like she doesnât want me to see. Itâs so loud in there and it hurts Tony.â It had already been a couple of hours and nothing she hadnât woken up.Â
âIt could be the drugs that she takes maybe she overdosed?â Says Natasha trying to find a plausible explanation for your current state. Pepper only shakes her head. âItâs not possible she would not have woken up today.â Tony cuts in again âDrugs don't make your minds a fortress Wanda could not get into her head. If it was drugs that would not be the case.â He says angrily, and it causes Steve to become suspicious. âWhat arenât you telling us, Tony?â He asks harshly, his tone threatening. âListen Capsicle I don't have to tell you everything.â He spat venomously. âLast time you kept things to yourself all hell broke loose and Y/nâs friends ended up paying the price.â Steve quickly retorted.Â
âI can assure you that this one Is not a life-altering secret.â He sighs as now the rest of the team looks at him expectantly. Tony takes a deep breath, taking one last look through the window to see Y/n then turning to Pepper. She nods and Tony exhales. âSheâs my daughter.â He says quickly. Letting it sink into the rest of the team. Everyoneâs eyes widen in surprise, but their reaction is quickly cut short by Y/nâs scream. âMOM, I CANT PROMISE YOU⌠JUST DON'T LEAVE, I will tryâ The last being a whisper that youâre not even sure you said.
#marvel#avengers#natasha x y/n#pietro maximoff#tony stark#wanda x reader#natasha romanoff#reader x avengers#wanda maximoff#fanfic#pepper potts#steve rogers#maya hansen#howard stark#maria stark
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re-do?
by vickylol18 3 months cant change a person that much, right? wrong. during that time, reki got a tattoo, peircings, and a whole new look. during that time, reki has to battle the guilt of leaving behind his best friend, langa. when he comes back, how will langa react? tw: overdose, self harm, self-doubt, stupidity. Words: 9588, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: SK8 the Infinity (Anime) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: M/M Characters: Kyan Reki, Kyan Reki's Family, Kyan Reki's Siblings, Kyan Reki's Grandmother, Hasegawa Langa, Chinen Miya, Nanjo Kojiro | Joe, Higa Hiromi | Shadow, Sakurayashiki Kaoru | Cherry Blossom Relationships: Hasegawa Langa/Kyan Reki, Hasegawa Langa & Kyan Reki, Nanjo Kojiro | Joe/Sakurayashiki Kaoru | Cherry Blossom Additional Tags: Insecure Kyan Reki, Kyan Reki Loves Hasegawa Langa, Hurt Kyan Reki, Kyan Reki Needs a Hug, Hasegawa Langa Loves Kyan Reki, Bisexual Kyan Reki, Depressed Kyan Reki, Self-Harm, Implied/Referenced Self-Harm, Self-Harming Kyan Reki, Gay, Male Homosexuality, No Smut, Miscommunication, Hasegawa Langa In Love, Oblivious Hasegawa Langa, Hurt Hasegawa Langa, Cute, Suicidal Thoughts, Implied/Referenced Suicide, Suicide Attempt, Suicide, Kyan Reki Angst, Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Fluff and Angst source https://archiveofourown.org/works/62435668
#IFTT#fanfic#ao3feed#matcha blossom#matchablossom#ao3feed-matchablossom#sk8 the infinity#sk8 joe#sk8 cherry
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Leave A Light On
read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/xWDFvbY by arlanalikestowrite Based on a this request from my tumblr (arlana-likes-to-write) tw drugs?? i have no idea if you take request for Natasha and daughter reader, but if you do, would you be willing to write about nat finding out the drugs addiction of reader and like the angst of a mother and then like happy ending where nat obviously helps reader to be clean again? Words: 4069, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe Rating: Not Rated Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: F/F Characters: Maria Hill, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Yelena Belova, Peter Parker, Mary Jane Watson Relationships: Maria Hill/Natasha Romanov, Natasha Romanov (Marvel) & Reader, Maria Hill & Reader Additional Tags: Substance Abuse, Overdose, Past Abuse, Implied/Referenced Self-Harm, Implied/Referenced Abuse, Implied/Referenced Torture, Drugs, Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Withdrawal, Mother-Daughter Relationship, Angst with a Happy Ending, Fluff and Angst, Blood and Injury, Based on a song read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/xWDFvbY
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I totally forgot about this omg yum
Rumor has it that the Riley family is cursed. First, their youngest son, kidnapped under mysterious circumstances. The nephew? Hit by a motorcycle that just happened to roll off the road. The oldest and his wife? Crashed into a tree that was in the middle of the asphalt. The father? Murdered in his hospital bed. The mother? Overdosed on pills she'd never had.
Task Force 141 knows the rumors. Who in the UK doesn't? One day, 141 is sent out to help a team in Las Almas called Los Vaqueros. Apparently, the Las Almas cartel is having a territory dispute with the neighboring city's cartel, the Zaragoza cartel. While Los Vaqueros is handling the Las Almas cartel with Gaz and Roach's help, Price and Soap go to handle the Zaragoza cartel. They go undercover, and discover someone with brown eyes and blond lashes, wearing a balaclava, being passed around like many of the blunts in that room.
Soap manages to get his hands on this person, who's clearly out of it. After some finagling, he manages to get them outside, wrapping them in his coat to provide them with some decency.
When they wake up, they're in a bed in the Los Vaqueros base. Soap asks them for their name and pronouns, and he introduces himself as Ghost.
#tw: implied/referenced rape/noncon#tw: mentions of death#cw: sui mention#tw: mentioned overdose#tw: implied/referenced drugging#call of duty#simon ghost riley#john soap mactavish#call of duty mw2#ghoap au#ghoap#ghostsoap#soapghost#elo rambles
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