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sh1-n0bu · 1 year

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Hello! Hope you are having a good day/evening.

I saw that your requests are open so i wanted to see if i could request, a headcanon(or one shot what ever you think would be better for the idea) + angst for scara, childe and diluc [add any character you have ideas pls :) ].

I was thinking of how would they react if reader just disapeard for a period of time, and they maybe though reader was dead. Until they came back (or they saw them somewhere like in other city after long time). [idk why reader decapered-] . I wanted to know if they would let reader in or ignore them for the rest of times.

(im sorry for making this so long- if you dont understand the idea or dont want to make it i complitly understand.)

✿ 𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙪𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 ✿

characters: scaramouche, childe and diluc x nb!reader

warnings: angst (me likey), reverse comfort, verbal fighting, takes place after scaramouche’s defeat, mentions of blood and injury (not too graphic), reader disappears for some time but dw nothing bad happens

notes: it’s alright hun, i understand dw too much abt anything! also you can def tell who’s my favorite lmao

since his loss as the false god of sumeru, the irmunsul incident, his mentality was slowly getting better

slowly starting to heal from all his trauma, loss, betrayals and suffering in the hands of the second fatui harbinger

but that doesn’t mean some bad habits just won’t immediately disappear

you and wanderer’s relationship has been going well. silly little dates here and there, holding hands and he was even slowly starting to open up to you about his past as well!

however lately you’ve been going out meeting someone named “kaveh” a lot lately. not really having time to explain to your lover that kaveh was your work partner and that you two had a deadline coming soon of an expensive and famous museum

and that was all it took for wanderer to start doubting the relationship between you two

did you truly love him like all the time you said you do? was it a lie? who was this kaveh anyways? perhaps this was a bad idea. maybe he never should’ve took nahida’s suggestion and confessed to you. maybe it was all better if he were to just push you away like he always have with people before

after 2 weeks of hard work with barely no sleep, full meal or even being able to see your loving boyfriend again, the architecture of the museum was finally finished and you and your best friend can finally catch some well deserved break

stepping into your shared little cottage at 2 in the morning, you yawned walking into your shared bedroom with your lover, not entirely surprised to see him still wide awake, sitting on your bed seemingly mulling over something

hugging his smaller body and nuzzling into his neck, you sighed in content. finally happy to be able to spend some time with your darling

that was until he stood up suddenly harshly tearing of your hands that was wrapped around his middle

“darling? what’s wrong?”

“don’t you dare ask me what’s wrong when you KNOW what the answer is. what finally got tired of that kaveh guy you’ve been seeing? finally got tired of him so now you come crawling back to me?!”

“… honey i don’t understand what you mean. i think you got it all wrong”

“don’t you dare call me those names! i knew you were a liar and a manipulator. always going around wearing that sickeningly sweet smile as if nothing’s wrong! you’re no better than him. no in fact, you’re worse!”

the fight escalated from there. at first you tried to calm him down and explain to him about everything but you were just too tired, too exhausted, too lonely

soon enough wanderer and you were just shouting at each other. calling each other names, jabbing at traumas, stabbing old wounds

the breaking point for you was when he shouted one thing you wish you would never hear coming from someone so dear to you

“I WISH YOU NEVER EXISTED AT ALL!”

deafening silence

no one moved, no one spoke, just silently staring into each other’s faces until you grimaced

he immediately regretted it. but he won’t show it because his pride is always too much. always too high. always above everyone. always destroying any human contact he sought after

quietly shaking your head, you picked up your coat again before stepping out of the once shared home with your lover, shutting the door gently. you were never one to slam doors after all

he wanted to get out and chase after you. hold your hand, cling to you, begging for forgiveness

but his pride won’t allow it

a few days have passed and he has yet to run into you. you’ve been gone without a single trace of where you went to or who you’re with

it’s as if his words came true…

it has been a week already. no signs of you and wanderer is going to lose his mind

he went to nahida to ask for her help, he asked about you from the traveler and paimon, he even went around asking about the person named kaveh

another day, another failure in finding you

sobbing in his bed, clinging tightly to your pillow he only wished for one thing. he just wanted you back

snapping out of his misery when the front door knob jingled, he nearly tripped over his own legs when jumping out of bed

and there you were, standing on the front door of your shared home, wearing the exact same clothes, facial expressions as the day you left

the short male didn’t care about how he looked, how messy his home was or even much of his pride. throwing himself into your chest, clinging to you like a lifeline, sobbing out apologies after apologies

forgiveness is a hard thing. especially to prideful people like wanderer but he will soon learn to apologize if he keeps practicing make sure to disappear more to teach him a lesson reader-chin👍

it has been some time since the ginger menace has seen his lover. that’s because you have been away on a long time commission on dragonspine. something about multiple frostarm lawachurl going haywire. of course him being himself, immediately offered to go as well if it weren’t for you bonking him on the head with all his piled up harbinger paper work

he knows you’re strong - even though you lack a vision - and he has great faith and earnest trust in you! he truly does! however the gnawing of dark thoughts, worry filled mindless pacing and the creeping presence of nightmares just won’t let him go no matter how much the harbinger throws himself into his piles upon piles of work

it took one utterance of your name to slip past ekaterina’s mouth that snaps him back to life, away from the insecurities and terror looming over him

were you finally back? it took a whole 2 weeks! he can’t wait to see you, hold you in his arms, trail kisses on your scars, to just be in your presence again!

just the simple thought of your face is enough to have him kicking his feet, giggling with sheer and utter joy

but that giggles stopped abruptly when ekaterina showed him a piece of ripped cloth. your cloth. a ripped part of the coat you wear whenever you’re called to dragonspine…

with a bated breath and shaking hands, childe asked “… they’re not here, are they?”

when the fatui gave a hesitant nod, tartaglia bolted out of the northland bank, running straight towards the icy peak - which always stirred warmth within his heart, reminding him of his homeland - now filled with a painful, nerve wracking cold

when he had arrived at the place you mentioned before seeing off, there were blood stains everywhere on the snow

the sight always used to make his eyes widen with excitement but now, with an unshakable fear

“[name]? [name] are you here! honey-bun please answer me!”

digging through all the wreckage, running around all over the place, searching for you, yelling your name. he just needed one little sign. just one little sign, please

and his pleas were answered with a grunt. a pained groan

quickly dashing over to where the sound had come from, he found you under a small wreckage pile of carts and tattered cloths with a hastily wrapped bandage around your bleeding torso

“haha… is it a bad time to say hi, big boy?” shakily laughing and cocking your eyebrow, you shot him a teasing grin

if you weren’t injured he probably would’ve bonked you over the head nicely but for now a nice 24 hours of lecture and scolding sounded better to ajax

it all started when your beloved significant other kept coming back home way past midnight, bruised and bleeding and leaving the next morning before the sun could even crack through the darkness of the night

at first you were worried, then you soon got used to it but patience can only run for so long until it breaks

“WHY CAN’T YOU SEE THINGS FROM MY PERSPECTIVE FOR ONCE DILUC?! YOU ALWAYS COME BACK INJURED, SOMETIMES EVEN ON THE VERGE OF DEATH AND YET YOU STILL LEAVE IN THE MORNING WITHOUT EVEN LETTING YOUR OPEN WOUNDS CLOSE!”

“i’ve been doing this for years [name]. so stop being clingy and let it be! i’m strong enough to handle myself.”

meanwhile elzer and adelinde looked at each other in worry. furrowing rheir brows, biting their lips and anxiously messing with their hands

the manor has never been this loud, ever since the fight between their young master and his brother kaeya of course

the fight started with a simple curt sentences being thrown but now it was slowly losing it’s meanings, turning into a shouting contest. a fight to see who has more pride than the other

“STOP BEING SO DAMN OVERPROTECTIVE! I’M STRONG ENOUGH TO HANDLE MYSELF AND YOUR WORRYING IS NOT NEEDED!”

that was the final straw for you to leave the manor with a loud slam of the front door

diluc tried to chase after you, realizing his mistake, wanting to apologize sadly the whole shouting re-opened his wounds, causing the young master’s sleeping tunic to get dirtied with blood

since that nasty fight with your dear boyfriend, you’ve been staying at his brother’s place for the time being. kaeya was more than understanding. after all, he too was once cast out by his loved one from his home

it had already been 4 days since the uncrowned king of mondstadt had seen his beloved and things were not going smoothly. he keeps messing up the order’s at the bar, letting fatui or some enemies get out of sight only to be reminded of that with a new wound, spending sleepless hours just tightly clutching at your pillow in your once-shared bed

on the fifth night of your sudden disappearance, diluc has had enough. mentally broken and physically exhausted, he sobbed silently, holding onto your pillow tightly

the red head was too caught up in his mental breakdown, he didn’t even hear your voice calling out his name

jolting violently and swiftly turning back - ready to summon his claymore - only to fall silent once he realizes it’s your hand holding his shoulder, your voice calling him sweet, cheesy nicknames, you standing before him in the flesh

“… darling? is that you…?”

you hated how broken he sounded. how devastated yet relieved he looked. how his voice shook with so mich hesitation and fear

gently cradling his head to rest upon your heart, you shushed his cries and begs of forgiveness

cuddles? …that sounds nice

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liyuee-qixing · 2 years

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Harbinger with a kitsune gn!s/o

Tw: nothing to be worried about,reader is 500 y/o bc Kitsune,Reader is a tease,Taking bath together in scaramouche part but nothing too specified,reader wear hairpiece on Dottore part

Character included: Scaramouche,Dottore, Pantalone

Synopsis: You're a Kitsune that strangely work for the tsaritsa instead of the electro archon due to a contract between tsaritsa and ei. You're also the tsaritsa right hand. Much higher rank than the harbingers

Note:IM NO LONGER ON WRITER BLOCK WAHAHAHAHAH,btw im very very very sick lately probably going t hospital but idk‼️‼️‼️🤯🤯,BTW THIS IS MY FIRST TIME WRITTING G/N READER TELL ME IF I MADE A MISTAKE

Scaramouche

He can never understand why a Kitsune like you is serving under another archons,aren't you supposed to be with ei right now?

The time his eyes met you,you gave him an annoying and strangely sweet grins,he turn his head away with a tint pink blush on his face. And oh fuck it was clearly a love at the first sight

You both have a proper conversation when you and him have to discuss something regarding ei gnosis,he couldn't focus,his mind were on you all of the time.

The way you praise him so nicely is bringing heat to his cheeks,the way his cheeks turn red in a split of second by your compliment,just by saying "good boy"

How truly lucky he is to have an s/o as beautiful as you, your sweet grins,Your Soft five tails. The way you dressed,the way your ears goes up,make him even more inlove, He's a soft lover,he never once to call you a name.

He then learned you and ei have a conflict 500 year ago,that why you didn't serve her. He feel relieved someone share the same struggle and problem like him

You were having a day off,thinking nothing will get wrong in the fatui organization,that until you heard a loud bang coming from your door,it was your boyfriend. He look furious and mad

"oh my love,what happened?"you questions him, you soon wipe the sweat on his forehead and kiss him on the cheeks to make him relax. He calmed down,his expression changed

"someone annoying bitch gave another party our information and now the plan is ruined,I swear they're going to be-"he said,back with the full rage and anger.

"how about I prepare a bath for us two,if you're comfortable of course,you can tell what happened while I was your back"scaramouche expression drop,a red blush were on his face,you two do cuddles or something more intimate but never one the idea of taking bath together come to his mind,he just scoff and nods at you

"I wish you were at work,it would've been so much better having you on my side"he mutter as you start to pour shampoo on his hair,vanilla scent,very fitting for him. He then went on about his day,before he goes unusually quiet in middle of the conversation

"lately I also have very frequently nightmares and thoughts about her, sometimes i wonder, what wrong with me"he whispered,the room goes really quiet. Only splash of water seem to be audible,you understand what he's been through,you have been through the same situation as him,you understand what he is feeling right now,the feelings of being worthless and fear

"as long as you're here with me,you'll be fine,you can pat my tail if you feel anxious"you said, leaving kisses on his cheeks. (Mommy issues Scara lmao)

Il Dottore

Man without respect sorry not sorry, he's a high Ranking Harbinger himself so he often he doesn't treat anyone with respect,not even Pierro. But when he saw you,he gives you on full respect (simpttore real)

Oh you need help with something,he offer you a hand, something not someone like Dottore usually do. For tsaritsa sake this man a crazy scientist,killed and abused so many child,then why does he has such a soft spot for you!? The other fatui harbingers tease him about it all day when they're all gather but he always denied his feeling that he end up bottling it

He also couldn't help but stares when he see you talking but in flirting manner with someone else,namely tartaglia and Signora

His face was a mess when you confessed you like him too,he feel like he's the luckiest man in the world that time. Sometimes he doubt do he deserves you

He's most interested with the Kitsune feature you have. He usually inspect it when you weren't looking around or is asleep,and how shocked he are when you suddenly purr. Was pretty hesitant about continuing his inspection at first but since purring mean that you're happy about it he just continue,still worried about you waking up tho.

When you assure him it fine to play with your tail and ear,he goes insane,he took every chance to pat and rub it,he sometimes even comb it and decorate it with bow bc he thought it look pretty.

It was a normal day at work, Everything was going well with getting the Electro Gnosis Plan,The tsaritsa has to be excused as soon as the meeting ended,So she ordered You And Pierro to take control for a while. But mostly it's you to take control

"those are the worksheet, nothing too Much to do,Just some yearly interviews and overall opinion on the current discussed plan, please give it to the right hand after you're done"Pierro explained while he give the harbingers the worksheet.

Pierro finished first, followed by Pulcinella and Capitano,Dottore then followed fourth

But to your surprise he doesn't just give you the worksheet,He then attend to pat and rub your ear with a high pace,this doesn't go unnoticed by the other harbinger

"Dottore,the fuck are you doing there"scaramouche question as he watch the scene. Dottore didn't instantly answer him.

"fluffy ear"was only his answer before he continues to pats your ears with a fast and high pace

"what a very specific answer,thank you Dottore"columbina sarcastically said. Never once in the harbingers life they see Dottore act like this.

"hey stop it, you're going to ruin my hairpiece,why is your opinion is blank?"you asked, grabbing his wrist to stop him from patting you

"I don't have an opinion"he said, Trying to move his hand from your grip,it impressive how you grip both of his hand with just one hand.

"go back and fix it"you finally let go of his wrist and hand him back his worksheet

"no"before he know,a strike of lightning was behind him,he only uttered a small sigh before he sat down to his chair.

"wow.. they're surely very serious at work,if I was you Dottore,I would never do something like that again"Childe whispered to Dottore,dottore still look mildly annoyed,the other harbinger just agree with him

"they're a crazy maniac sometimes,I wonder how I'm still alive,they also strach me when they're on the Kitsune form sometimes. Ugh."he sigh before he responded to childe while he start writing down his opinion

"hey I heard you"you glared at him,I guess someone will not be petting your ear for a week straight

Pantalone

He know you for so long,He treat you just the same with everyone,with respect,it just that you seem to have more respect beside the tsaritsa but it not because you're the right hand of her. He doesn't know is it because your caring attitude or was it your beautiful appearance or was it your hardworking personality,it seem like he like everything about you,and it also seem like you feel the same way about him

He's the type of guy to instantly take it to a serious relationship,he couldn't be more happier when you accept his marriage proposal. He prepared everything for your both wedding. The fanciest and most luxurious things must be served for his dear s/o.

But he couldn't help but thought about something,he has a ginger cat on his house called Mora,He wonder if Mora's Fur is softer than your or no. He never once to touch you around tails or ear before and he's worried if he do it you'll get uncomfortable

Of course you notice it,you assure it's fine,his favourite time to pats you are when you're on your Kitsune form,your ear and tails is always soft but something about the Kitsune form just felt softer.

He let you sleep on his arm when he do his work,he like the warmth you both share.

When you're off work,he sometimes ask you to accompany him to the meeting,you will sleep on his lap or arm, sometimes the meeting table. The other harbinger only can questions about it. He like it when you're around him

The meeting about to start 15 minutes later,all of the harbingers already circling the meeting table. Yet they seem to can't get their eyes off something. Your appearance, laying on Pantalone lap and asleep,ear perked up.

"err.. why is the her Majesty right hand here?, aren't they supposed to have a day off?"Signora asked, slightly concerned.

"oh yea, they're accompanying me. What? Can't I bring them with me, they're my s/o after all"he said,with the same exact smile painted on his face,the one that make the other harbingers annoyed the most. How could you fall in love with this super annoying man?! But after the meeting ended. You were called for a urgent matter. While you're gone the harbinger tend to be talking about you

"I got a question for you in the name of science,How does their tails felt like?"Dottore question.

"yeah!I always imagined it's to be soft"then Childe followed, it's seem like the harbinger Is way more interested in you than he imagine

"what a magnificent creature"Signora also seem to agree on the current topic,soon most of the harbinger start also to question it. Only those who respectful enough to know your role that didn't question it. Namely Pierro, Pulcinella and Capitano

"hey who give you the right to-"he was about to start threatening them,until you show up.

"why don't you find it out yourself"you cut his words. The harbinger was shocked by your sudden appearance. Meanwhile your lover seem to be concerned at your words

"hey,are you saying it's not a special treatment I get"he asked,eyebrow knitted together.

"no."you gave him a sly grins before the harbingers burst into laugh.

Off topic,Kagamine Len haunt me. Where my Shiho😔😔💔💔

#dottore fluff #genshin imagines #fiction #dottore x reader #genshin fluff #genshin headcanons #scaramouche fluff #scaramouche x reader #pantalone x reader #pantalone fluff #pantalone x you #fatui harbingers x reader #fatui fluff

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mandyvsfx · 1 year

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(Ethan Landry x F!Reader)

★Late Night Walk★

warnings: SMUT, p in v, oral sex(m!receiving), unprotected sex, kinda(?)public sex, subby Ethan.

(quickly reminder that english is not my first language, im deeply sorry if there are any grammatical errors on this!)

"Dude, this is getting awkward, you're gonna scare her off." Chad said after noticing the way Ethan was devouring you with his eyes.

"What? I don't know what you're talking about." The boy answered, shaking his head and looking down to the floor.

It was not a secret that Ethan had a huge crush on you ever since you moved to New York, despite all the effort he put into trying to hide it. Every now and then you would look at him just to realize he was already staring, looking away as soon as your eyes meet. It was honestly kinda cute.

"TARA, HE'S STARING AT ME AGAIN." You had to shout due to the loud music playing on the party.

"LOOK AT YOU, if I were him I would fall in love too. -The girl said playfully, winking and blowing you a kiss- You should make the first move, I think he's too shy to do anything." She finished the sentence, handing you a vodka shot.

"You only live once" You thought to yourself as you walked towards him. With each step, your heart skipped a beat.

Chad was still hyping Ethan up, telling him how hot he was and how you totally had a crush on him. (He was not wrong.)

"And now she's right behind you, See ya." Chad walked away, leaving the poor boy alone, how cruel.

"WHAT? WAIT. no, no no no no.- He turned to face you, trying to keep it cool.- Oh, hi! I didn't even notice you here, haha..."

His costume was goofy, at first you couldn't even tell what he was dressed up as. It looked like something a child would make out of boxes and crayons, however, he still managed to look good.

"So, are you enjoying the party?" You looked up at him, waiting for a response.

"What? I can't hear you!" Oh but he did, believe me, he heard you perfectly.

You grabbed his hand and walked out of the party. BINGO. That was his plan.

"Do you wanna go for a walk?" You asked.

He nodded. You let go of his hand and put yours into your pockets. The night was weirdly cold, you could feel the wind caressing your cheeks and blowing your hair.

After a few minutes of you two just walking in silence, he decided to say something.

"So, um, where are we going?.."

"Honestly? I have no idea." He laughed, but you wasn't joking.

"There's this... this garden I really like, would you wanna go there? -Ethan was looking at you, and at the same time, trying to avoid eye contact. As soon as you said yes, he let out a smile.- Ok! Just follow me, I know a shortcut."

A shortcut? In the middle of the night? ALONE with a boy? Nuh-uh, not after everything you went through in Woodsboro. But... He's just so cute, trustable, irresistible. You would walk barefoot on fire if it meant you'd get to be with him. There's something about this brown haired boy that just pulls you towards him like a magnet. "Fuck it." You did as you were told, just followed him.

When you realized, you two were in the middle of an alleyway.

"Um, Ethan, are you sure this is safe?.." After that, he suddenly stopped walking and walked in front of you, looking in your eyes for a few seconds. At this moment, you felt your whole body shivering.

That was it, the magnet had finally pulled you in completely. You caught yourself exploring his mouth with your tongue while your hands travelled from his cheeks to his hair, from his hair to his abs...

You had no idea of how an innocent walk to the garden became a make out session out in an alleyway for anyone to see, but you didn't really care.

Ethan didn't know where to put his hands, he was so scared to touch you and so needy for it at the same time. He needed to feel you, all of you, every single part of your body.

He broke the kiss to catch his breath, soon interlacing your lips again.

"You don't need to be scared, I want you, Ethan. Please just touch me..." That was enough to drive him crazy, all of a sudden he wasn't that little shy boy anymore.

"What if we get caught?" He asked, almost returning to his normal self again.

"Don't worry, let's pretend no one else exists. It's only the two of us now."

You pressed your body against his, imediately feeling the growth under his pants, and 'accidentaly' moved your hips, causing him to let out a small whine.

The sound sent shivers down your spine and motivated you to keep going. You could feel he wanted more, it was like you two were connected by some kind of force or energy.

He placed his hand on your waist and pulled you even closer to him, this time you were the one making noises. He once again broke the kiss, just to look at your eyes. The way you looked so needy for him, so eager for what was to come, everything about this moment was just perfect. He wished he could stay in there forever.

You gave him one last small kiss on the lips and placed him against the wall, slowly placing gentle kisses on his neck, going further down until you were on your knees.

You found yourself looking at the boy with a pleading face while unzipping his pants and taking his lenght out of his boxers. It was so big, even more than what you expected. You looked up again to ask for permission, he whined a small "yes..." He has such pretty eyes, and the noises he's making... You wonder if you even deserve to be able to touch this man.

What is taking you so long? He's desperate, he NEEDS this, were you trying to tease him or something? How unfair.

You licked his hard member and gave it a little kiss, that was enough for him to become a moaning mess. You took half his lenght in your mouth, stroking the rest of it with your left hand while you squeezed your tits with the right one to find your own pleasure.

"Please... -That was the only thing he managed to let out, mind going fuzzy.- Please, let me fuck you."

"Oh? But we are just getting started, are you that desperate for me?"

"mhm..."

"Use your words, Ethan."

"Yes, yes. Please... wanna... be inside of... you."

How could you resist? huh? He was just so cute begging like this, being such a good boy.

You layed on top of the first thing you found. Ethan was impatient, he pulled off your pants and tore off your favorite red panties. You were too entertained to care anyway.

Without a warning, he slipped the tip into your hole, waiting for you to adjust yourself so that he could insert the rest of him inside of you.

"I'm ready." You said in order for him to start moving.

He just fit in so good, hitting just the right places, you knew you were going to feel empty when he wasn't there anymore.

"You feel so good..." He praised.

You took one of his hands and put it on your breasts, his other one was gripping your hips so hard that you could tell there was gonna be a bruise in the morning.

His moans and praises were sending you over the edge, he looked so pretty with his hair wet from sweat and eyes shut. He is quite vocal, he wants you to know you're making him feel good. He also likes to know HE is making you feel good, all the praising and affirmations, oh god.

It didn't take long for his pace to get faster, rougher, less passionate and more desperate. His grip on your hips got tighter, would hurt a bit but you could care less.

You put your arms around his neck and crossed your legs around him, pulling him closer. You felt a knot forming in your stomach, knowing that soon you would collapse.

"Please, love, faster."

He obeyed. You never felt this amount of pleasure, it was too much, it was overwhelming.

With one last thrust, you found your release, squeezing around and sucking him in even deeper. All those feelings mixed together made him soon find his release too.

His hot seed filled you, painting your walls with the color white. That was when you remembered.

"Oh. My. God. We forgot the condom."

"Shh, we can take care of that later." He said while taking his member out of you, gently placing a kiss on your cheek.

He helped you clean and dress yourself up, every now and then giving you sloppy kisses.

You two got dressed and walked back to the party like nothing happened, thinking no one would ever suspect of anything... but oooh they did.

YALL SORRY IF THIS IS LONG OR BAD THIS IS MY FIRST TIME WRITING SMUT.

hope you guys liked it!<3

#ethan landry x reader #ethan landry #ghostface #ghostface x reader #ethan landry smut #ghostface smut #scream #scream 6 #scream smut

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141shousewife · 1 month

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NSFW Price x Fat Wife Drabble >:)

Minors DNI I will EAT u like a nerds gummy cluster

Length: 1.2k Words

CW: NSFW, ANTI DADDY KINK PRICE!! Price x Fat reader, Implied Black reader, Price is married to reader, Female Reader condescension, mocking, fingering, PiV, dirty talk,

THIS IS ONLY MY OPINION! DON'T EAT ME PLEASE

Also if u have a problem with the reader being fat n black.... IDK what to tell u gworl.

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I have one main qualm with Price x reader NSFW content. I see one reoccurring theme/headcannon:

price = daddy dirty talk

And I hate to say it but everyone else is wrong about it and I am the one who to is correct.

Price, when called daddy, looks around for a child. Being a middle aged white man with a grown in beard- accidents do happen with chubby cheeked tots who grab onto his unsuspecting leg in grocery stores and assume that he is their father.

John has been called "Daddy" many times in his life, and since he is a man who aims to please, it's been more than once that he has let it slide during one night stands.

But with you?

His girl??

His WIFE????

Price does not like to be called daddy. His spine shivers and his body rejects the implication that your attraction to him is rooted in a negative experience with your own father.

He prefers to be called other things

"Baby" especially when you call him for dinner, "Honey" is nice when you're calling for him in front of others to show your love from him, "Sweetheart" specifically when you're angry with him- because he loves the way that you maintain warmth, and lastly "John"

That one is Johns favorite because he hears it the most between breathy moans. His name is barely audible when it slides out of your mouth as his hands work you over and make you needy and pliable.

But daddy is not one that he would choose.

But does this mean that John is sterile and boring in the bedroom ?

Not even close.

John puts his ALL into pleasing you.

He loves to catch you right as you're getting into bed for the night. He always starts with watching from the bed as you stand in the bathroom finishing your bedtime routine. Where John's head lays he can see your back as you rub the last of your sweet smelling lotion onto your wide shoulders and soft arms and tie the bow at the front of your bonnet. When finished- you turn around and wow.

Wow.

John is raking his eyes over your round and soft body, covered in a flowy pink night dress and he could just cry over how beautiful you are. Your body sits beautifully beneath the dress, your nipples poking through and visible from the coolness in the room, your arms shifting into being crossed over your chest-

"-Baby, did you hear me?" Your sweet voice beckons him back to reality as your brown eyes graze over him for any recognition of being lucid.

"I'm so sorry honey, I was thinking. What did you say?" John immediately feels guilty for missing what you said and instead oggling you like a dog would do a slab of meat.

"I said what are you looking at me like that for?"

John looks at you. Caught. Red handed. (more like red tip right now but that neither here nor there"

The smile that spreads over your face immediately says: 'i know what you want- and im prepared to give it to you.'

He looks at you and lowers his tone into a rasp. It hits you in a way that makes you feel like you can't deny him his requests.

"Come -ere."

Your body seems to walk toward the large plush bed without your permission.

You look at him doe eyed "what?" You can't tell why you're also whispering but it feels right.

He, in one move, tosses the comforter off of his lower half and sits up to grab your wide hips.

"You're acting like you caught me with my hand in the cookie jar, but you're just as wound up as me. Aren't ya?"

You stare at him breathlessly not realizing that the previous question was not rhetorical

John reaches him hand up and under your night gown and rubs your slit through your panties.

"I said: Aren't ya?"

You feel dizzy and unbalanced from the sensation and grip onto his shoulder to steady yourself.

"I am- I want you to- hah -touch me. Please"

You normally aren't this sensitive but the way that he is talking to you is making you weak.

"Look at me. Where do you want me to touch you. Cmon use your words?"

You try to just moan in response as he slows his pace.

"God- you're difficult. Is this it?"

John quickly inserts his fingers and begins pumping them as you hold onto his shoulders and writhe from the contact.

He only continues to rub the spongy spot inside of you and speak to you in a cooing, mocking tone- "What? That feel good? Are you gonna keep fucking yourself on my fingers until that cum drips down my wrist?"

You start to feel the heat and coiling in your stomach about to snap.

"Yes, John, please!"

Right as your vision is about to white out in pleasure, you tell John pulling his fingers out.

Whining in frustration you push out "John I was so close why would yo-"

The rest of you sentence is cut off as John stands up and moves behind you and roughly bends you over, making the excess fat on your body jiggle with the impact of you hitting the bed and pulling off your panties.

Your complaints are quickly silenced as John grabs for a pillow to put beneath your soft tummy. You moan clench around nothing as he lewdly leans down and spits on your entrance to make himself fit well.

"Your pussy is such a hungry little thing- you just needed some proper dick to shut you up huh?"

Your eyes begin to roll back into your head as you feel the rough stretch of John repeatedly pushing his dick inside to the hilt, exiting, and pushing inside again.

You can barely breathe- let alone form thoughts when he fucks you like this.

His raspy moans and quiet curses only push you closer to you orgasm.

He quickens his pace and you know you are done for- you aren't going to be able to hold it.

"John, pleasepleaseplease. I'm gonna- I'm- "

Completely invested in making you crazy- John slides his hand around your wide hip and plays with your clit and begins to talk into your ear in a condescending tone.

"You're gonna what huh? What are you gonna do? Are you gonna cum all over this dick baby?"

You can't even respond because that statement makes your vision completely go away as you babble incoherently and make a mess down John's thick, hairy thighs.

You don't notice during your orgasm but as you squeeze down into Price you begin to fuck back into him, roughly slamming your round ass onto him, making John completely incapable of holding out.

John fills you with a keening low moan as you finally begin to slow down

"Babyyy- fuck. -hah -just like thatttt."

John grabs onto the fat of your hip and buries himself inside and gives you the last of his orgasm.

He pulls out, cleans you off, lets you use the bathroom, and gets into bed and wraps his arms around your soft waist.

As you both quietly breathe slower and slower John finally speaks with an eyeroll-

"You definitely knew what you were pulling with that outfit. You know I'm a mumu man.

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yikesmary · 11 months

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i just can't forget about bets shua singing 2 minus 1 in his entire soul like he's been on divorce, failed relationship, heartbreak, and fighting for his child's custody like i badly want a fic about ittt vv bro still in love with yn tho (I've been searching for a perfect writer who may be the best on writing these kind of fics and I thought about uuuu)

CLOCKWORK — joshua hong x reader

summary: where it wasn’t supposed to be like this. but it did.

notes: anon why’d you have to make a request so enticing to write ;-;. this was so sad for me to write IM CRYING. also please give feedback?? this is the first time in awhile i’ve written angst so i might be a little rusty.

anon i’m sorry if i interpreted the request wrong but i hope i did it correctly 🤞

warnings: ANGST. there’s no comfort, only angst. everyone loses in this. mentions of your child, but he doesn’t make an appearance.

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You knew that you had to divorce Joshua the minute when you looked at him and all you felt was emptiness. Unlike the utter love and devotion you felt for him in the beginning of your relationship, you felt… nothing.

It started with the mini arguments that ended in both of you guys apologizing. Then it escalated; fights that would last for a couple of days to full on screaming matches where you’d both yell until neither of you had the energy or voice to anymore.

Looking back, neither of you were at fault. You two just happened to be not compatible with each other.

But that didn’t mean you stopped trying. Because you tried.

It just didn’t work.

And even with a child, a precious little boy named Siwoo, it seemed like nothing could work.

And you realized this in the midst of a fight with Joshua that made him leave in the middle of it and the slamming of the door awoke your son, who was around a year old at the time, who then started to cry his heart out.

So you filed for a divorce.

It’d been a year since the divorce.

The process hadn’t been easy for you, at first. When you brought up the idea of divorce, Joshua immediately shut it down and used every excuse in existence.

But he must’ve seen how much the fighting drained you, because once he saw your sad eyes which only lit up in the presence of yours and his’ son, he agreed to the divorce.

The divorce was amicable, for the most part. You guys decided that going to court to settle everything was too much, so you guys talked it out. It was probably the longest the two of you have gone without fighting each other, which was depressing when you thought back on it.

But, in the end, you and Joshua settled on everything. For now, you would have Siwoo live with you in the house you guys had purchased while married since he was so young and maybe if he was older, he’d go back and forth with living between the both of you.

You had brought up the idea of selling the house and splitting the money, but Joshua insisted that you keep it.

“It’s your dream house. I don’t want you to have to throw it away because of me,”

So, now, you lived in a house made for 4 people with only you and Siwoo living together. Joshua visits when he can and sometimes he even sleeps over to spend time with Siwoo.

Life was okay.

“Joshua, what are you doing here?”

“I didn’t know where else to go,”

It was evident he was drunk. His shirt was disheveled, his shoes in one hand while a bottle that contained who-knows-what in his other. He could barely keep his eyes open and he was swaying so hard you feared he could topple over any minute.

You ushered him in the house, concerned that your neighbors will start talking and the last thing you needed was nosy neighbors.

“Where’s Siwoo?” Joshua slurred, putting down his bottle of alcohol on a nearby table, and sitting on the couch that you decided to keep, along with everything else in the house because it was too painful to throw away, even if it caused you pain at the same time.

“He’s at my parents. He wanted to spend time with his grandparents,” you informed him.

He nodded then stayed silent.

“Look, Joshua, I don’t know what you’re doing here—“

“It wasn’t supposed to end like this.”

“What?” you asked, not understanding what he was saying.

“This. Us. We were supposed to be happy and Siwoo was supposed to have a sibling,”

“You should go—“

“I went on a date today,” he suddenly said, cutting you off.

You stiffened at the news, but didn’t say anything. It seemed like Joshua wasn’t waiting for a response because he said, “The guys said I needed to move on. The divorce was done and I was finally single. So I let Seungkwan arrange a date for me with this girl from his workplace,”

“I don’t think I should hear this—“

“I couldn’t focus on the date. Ask me why.” Joshua said, his statement not leaving room for arguments.

You sighed and asked, “Why couldn’t you focus?”

“Because she wasn’t you,” he softly said, his slightly glassy eyes looking at you.

You took a deep breath, not expecting that answer.

“Joshua, you’re drunk. Maybe you should sleep it off,” was all you said, before turning to leave.

Before you could exit the living room and go to your room, Joshua called your name.

You turned and he said, “For what it’s worth, I really am sorry,”

You turned away, not wanting to risk him seeing how you started to tear up.

“I’m sorry, too,”

And with that, you went to your room and cried yourself to sleep.

Joshua, in the living room, felt so close yet so far from you, also crying himself to sleep.

But the next day, the both of you would pretend that nothing happened.

Like clockwork.

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#seventeen angst #joshua angst #hong joshua angst #seventeen imagines #joshua x reader #hong joshua x reader #seventeen scenarios #svt x reader #joshua fic #joshua scenario #joshua imagines #seventeen joshua #seventeen reactions

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0rah-s · 10 months

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Sinbad (Magi) and his divorced wife (modern au please, or if you don't feel comfortable with that, you can do it in the regular world)

Reader divorced him because of how he viewed things and how close he would get with other women, she's kinda gay

And Sinbad is kind of sad because of the fact that the only woman he truly loved wants nothing to do with him.

Even add a gremlin, a kid to the mix if it entertains you!!

Pls 💛

You don't have to if you don't want too!!

Sinbad x ex-wife!reader

Cw: fem reader, written in second person, english isn't my first language, you have an adopted kid, disloyalty from him, idk.

A/n: thank you for requesting and im so sorry for taking so long to do your request, writer's block be hitting harder lately. Hope you enjoy it mwah!!

How many times had he entertained the young women who threw themselves at him in the middle of your dates, right in front of your eyes?

Never could you say anything about it as its not like he was really cheating on you, he was "just playing" as he loved to say. It drove you insane.

In addition to his borderline unfaithfulness, there was also his questionable morals and the things he did to get what he wanted. All of it always rubbed you the wrong way but you fought to love him anyway.

But as we all know, ine can only fight for so long.

All of it kept adding up and and you found yourself bothe sat at the kitchen table. You slide him a paper - a divorce settlement document.

He tried to give you excuses and promised he would change but you were set, there's no way you'd lock yourself in a toxic cycle of wrong-doing, excises, and forgivness forever.

After the divorce,

You went on with your life like nothing happend

Of course it still stung to part from the man you loved oh so much but you had to move on.

Weeks pass and he isn't the same anymore. He went out to different bars and surrounded himself with ladies, reminding himself that he didn't need you.

What a conman.

He desperately needed you. Being a man of his position there wasn't many he could trust, somehow he opened up to you and gave you his heart. He knew how precious your love was to him yet he ruined it - entirely by himself. He'll never experience somehing like this again.

Guilt hollowing him as he grieves the missing part of him and as he thinks of the sadness he caused you. He'd become a waste.

Fast forward, you grew as a person and became successful, no longer the women you used to be.

Things kept getting better and better for you as if taking the weed out of your life made place for a rich and flowery garden to bloom effervescently.

You could finally breath.

Long after, you adopted a gremlin a kid!

You gave them the ever best life they deserved and enjoy life as a successful mother and child. Life simply couldn't get better.

Then he saw you.

Then you saw him.

He couldn't belive it's, the then live of his life standing right in front of him after years of no contact.

"H-hi..." He uttered, trying his best to make himself sound more confident - it failed.

"Hello" you replied coldly.

A long awkward silence took over when you decide to walk away before he starts to question about your life or worst - enter it again.

"I should go" you sai as you walk past him but barely a couple step away and he grips your wrist.

Tho he was strong, his hold on you was gentle, almost pleading.

"Please wait? Can we talk?" He asks trying his best to think of ways to have you remain by him even for a little longer.

"What is there to talk about sinbad? We're over"

You say curtly, not wanting to go weak and give in to him in the way is face begged you to.

He notices the young child beside and questions flooded his mind. 'A child? Was it hers? Ours? Hasd she found someone new? How much of their lives have i missed?' Then guilt came back stronger than ever, not being made easy but the way the kid clutched on your trousers.

"Mom, who's that?" They ask innocently.

"An old friend, dear" you smile at your child lovingly.

An old friend, those words rung in his head like hell bells.

He let go of your wrist and she walked away.

You sufferd through him, why shouldn't he? Regardless of how he feels you have more to care about.

He'll find a way to heal, you wish him that much. But for now the only thoughts in your head is what you're going to do today to make this day unforgettable for your child and yourself.

#magi the labyrinth of magic #magi the kingdom of magic #magi the adventures of sinbad #magi x reader #magi #sinbad x y/n #sinbad x you #sinbad x reader #sinbad #x reader #sin city wasn't made for you~~~#he's an asshole but i love him #he is my scrunkly #orh's #from orh to etheriia

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hyperfixatedoncrimminalminds · 1 year

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Emily Prentiss x Baby Daughter Reader

Summary: 3 year old Y/N is sick so Mama Emily calls on two people to help her look after her sick child.

Third person pov...

Loud crying wakes up Emily Prentiss, the black haired woman, jumps up form her bed gun in hand, the crying was coming from the room her kid was is, yawning the Mother tucks her gun into her waist band.

She then makes her way out of her room and to the room next to hers, she turns on the night light by the door before walking up to the crib in the middle of the room, the woman does a quick look around before bending down nad picking up the crying child.

"Shh Shh your okay, your okay N/N it's me it's mama" she whispers to the child. Y/N had snot running down her face, so Emily grabbed a tissue and whiped her face, but the snot keep coming which made the child cry even more.

Emily holds the child to her hip and rubs a hand up and down her back trying to calm the three year old down, soon Y/N was only sniffling slightly.

Thw three year old was sucking her thumb with her had leaning against Emily's bare shoudler, she now realised she was only wearing a tank top and short knowonder she felt cold.

"Whats wrong N/N can you tell Mama?" Emily asks the baby in her arms, Y/N shakes her head and cuddles closer into her Mama still sniffling. "head hurt" came the mumbled croaky voice of Y/N.

Emily frowns, "oh no poor baby" she coos as Y/N cuddles more into her, Y/N is only this cuddly when she isn't feeling well, Emily touches her hand to Y/N forehead, it felt a littler warm, Emily looked closer and saw a red ting to Y/Ns cheeks.

"No need for the hospital yet" mumbles Emily, she then lifts YN head up and listens to her breathing. "Sounds a little chesty" Emily was at a loss at what she should do.

The woman stands rocking Y/N for a minute before remembering who else has kids. "Of course Hotch and JJ" she exclaims grabbing her phone from her room and bringing up her contacts.

She paused, who should she call JJ or Hotch, both have kids ans both should know how to help. She then looks at the baby in her arms.

"Who should I call Y/N?" She asks thr three year old, the E/C eyed baby looks up at her Mama and coughs loudly before she starts bawling again.

Emily comforts her "Ohhh ohh shhh shhh it's okay N/N, your okay" she whispers kissing her daughters head lovingly, she then clicks on JJs contact, she then put the phone on speaker and waited for JJ to pick up.

As she waited Emily looked at the clock on her desk, it read 3.30am "sorry JJ" she mumbles realising JJ would be a sleep still, then finally said Blonde woman answered the phone. "Emily is everything okay?" came JJs worried voice through the phone.

Emily then grabbed it and held it up to her face. "Hey Jen, sorry for calling so late, its Y/N i think shes ill but im not sure what to do" explained the black haired woman, silence is hear before JJ starts laughting.

"baby troubles, thats what you called me for" laughed the blonde making Emily blush. "well it was either you or Hotch because you both have kids" pouted the Black haired woman as JJs laughter died down.

"okay, so Y/Ns ill, have you checked her forehead for a fever?"

"yep done that she did feel a little warm, also she has quite chesty coughs as well and she complained of a headache. im not sure what to do JJ" whines Emily, she was clueless and hopfully JJ might be able to help her.

"okay okay i get it, Have you given her any medicine?" askes JJ

Emily face palms internal, the one thing she didnt think to give her 3 year old. "no i havent done that it didnt even cross my mind" confessed Emily, she was greeted with JJ laughing at her misery.

"of course, its natural you're a first time parent, it takes time to learn to be calm during these kinds of situations" JJ says, Emily begins walking to the bathroom to get some nedicine for Y/N.

"yeah thanks for the help JJ"

"of course Em, good night"

"night Jen"

Emily then ends the call and puts her phone in her pocket and uses one hand to riffle through the medicine cabinet. she soon finds some paracetamol, she then grabs the right amount for a three year old, the then went to the kitchen and filled a cup of water for Y/N.

Emily then pried her arms away from her neck so she could sit on the counter and have the medicine, Emily crushed the tablets into half and gave them to Y/N, the baby whines but swallows them.

once she was done Emily whiped Y/Ns nose again and picked her up. "hopefully that will help your head ache N/N" she mutters before walking back upstairs and into her room knowing Y/N will want to sleep with her.

once they were both under the covers Emily made sure Y/N was breathing before falling asleep, herself. It was only an hour later she was once again woken up to crying, the mother bouced awake and turned around to see Y/N bawling her eyes out once again.

Emily then sits up with Y/N in her arms, Emilys tired to comfort her but nothing will work. "what should i do, i cant call JJ again" mumbled Emily before groaning the only other person she could call would be her Boss.

She looked down at her still crying child and gave in for Y/Ns sake, she turned on her phone and clicked on Hothes number, Emily rubs Y/Ns back comfortingly as the girl cries and coughs, it breaks Emilys heart.

A few rings later and Hotch answers. "Prentiss? is everything okay" he asks as Emily shhhes Y/N. "Hey Hotch sorry for calling so late i jsut really need some advice" she yelled over the crying.

she could practically see Hotch raising an eyebrow. "of course that that would be?" he askes

"Children advice, pacifically when they are ill" she say, Hotch goes silent before he speaks. "it Y/N okay?" he asks worried about the baby.

"thats the thing Hotch, i don't know whats wrong with her, she has a small fever, she complained of a headache, shes coughing alot, runny nose, possible sore thraot" says Emily listening of Y/Ns sy,toms.

"sounds like she has a cold to me Prentiss" says Hotch

"of course the most simplest thing and it went completely over my head, sorry to bother you with this Hotch" Says Emily now she felt bad waking him up for a cold.

she hears Hotch laugh slightly over the phone "its all okay Prentiss i understand, first time parent is hard especially when your child is sick, you could make a honey and lemon water for her to sooth the sore throat" said the man.

Emily thought about it. "sounds like a good idea, thanks Hotch sorry again" says Emily before ending the call, she looks down at the child who finally stopped crying and fell asleep in her arms.

"finally" she whispers before deciding to stay in her positions she didnt want to wakw up Y/N again.

the end!

i hope you liked this ineshot! and as usual so sorry for the grammar and spelling mistakes.

requests are open!

word count: 1235

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hadesisonlyalad · 4 months

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yk i dont post a lot on tumblr but we all saw that red flags post so im gonna take a moment of ur time to say something on each merc and the red flags listed for them. im doing a read more incase u havent seen the “mercs red flags” headcanon post and it does not flood ur page

both the medic and engie things with “not wanting to spend time with you/wont make time for you” is SUCH bullshit if that was the case they wouldnt even date you. and then ur telling me engie tf2, DELL CONAGHER, would NEVER want to take you on a date? like ever??? u are INSANE. And then sorry to tackle medic and engie in the same paragraph but they had a lot of common “””””red flags””””” that were listed. why would he yell at you. he hardly even yells in general (based off comics and voice lines) if anything hes just kinda a loud person 💀 AND YOU BRINGING UP ONE THING WONT MAKE HIM SUDDENLY IGNORE YOU FOR DAYS LIKE?? he KNOWS hes committing medical malpractice btw. he would not leave you for bringing that up he is WELL AWARE of what hes doing. and we see him CANONICALLY DISCIPLINE ARCHIMEDES IN MEET THE MEDIC, WHY WOULD HE TOLERATE HIS BIRDS ATTACKING YOU????

also why are we listing an addiction as a “red flag” what the fuck is wrong with you. i get not wanting to date someone with an addiction, its a valid concern, but thats SO much more serious than a “red flag” or “ick”??? LIKE ARE YOU OKAYYYY???????

AND THEN HEAVY’S RED FLAG IS “he has trauma” FUCKING. PACK IT UP GUYS IG IF YOU HAVE TRAUMA YOU CAN NEVER BE IN A RELATIONSHIP. (/s) WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU.

i’m fine with the miss pauling ones, at least two of them, because yeah, it’s canon that she doesn’t have the most time and i imagine if ur not a merc or work in that area a relationship might be a bit hard? but shes an honest person, i don’t think she’s gonna lie to you. idk im very neutral about the pauling ones, if anything theyre the most in character of this shithole list.

all i have to say for pyro is like. yk those people who hc pyro as aroace except theyre super weird about it? like theyre either infantilizing them or have weird ableist feelings about pyro? yeah thats the vibes im getting. actually wait where did u pull codependent pyro from actually wtf

i think the “tryna live like hes 20” thing for spy is really fucking funny 💀 like go girl go live through that middle age crisis!!/j no but seriously. hes dating you hes gonna think you’re a 10, and even then YOU’RE SAYING IF YOU AGE AT ALL HE’LL LEAVE YOU??? CANON MILF LOVER SPY. “OFF TO VISIT YOUR MOTHER!” SPY TF2. WILL LEAVE YOU IF YOU GET OLD AND AGE AT ALL…? HE LIKES HIS WOMEN LIKE HE LIKES HIS WINE MOTHERFUCKER: AGED. sorry bad joke lets keep going uh- i think the other hcs are garbage too i just really hate specifically this spy hc. just this one specifically.

im not a sniper connoisseur, my friend will is way better versed in sniper’s characterization, but even i know this isnt sniper. “thinks if he argues long enough he’ll win”…? “cannot support you in anything”?!!?! “IF YOU’RE HIS FRIEND AND YOU TWO GET INTO A BAD ARGUMENT PREPARE TO NEVER SEE HIM AGAIN” IM GENUINELY AT A LOSS FOR WORDS. I JUST. I DONT..? WHAT DO I EVEN SAY. I DONT K N O W WHAT TO SAY. BUT IF I DID KNOW WHAT TO SAY I’D BE SAYING VERY BAD THINGS.

i dont think scout is misogynistic- i see why people think that but me personally i just think he has no game and people mistake it as violent misogyny for some reason. but. listen we know scout is a dick we do okay but he loves women. why would he cheat on you.? bro he’d be glad u picked him 😭 AND THEN THE PERIOD THING?? he was raised by a SINGLE MOM do you REALLY think shes gonna raise him and let him think that way about a natural body function. im speaking entirely from the single mom experience and the answer is NO!!!! also how is loving your mother a red flag. being the youngest child is also a red flag, i guess. and having issues with his dad. (/s) also, second verse same as the first: IF HES DATING YOU HE THINKS YOU’RE A 10 WHAT IS SO HARD TO FUCKING GET ABOUT THISHXWHBVWBWBXvqvsbs?1?2!2’wndjwke

uhhh soldier wasnt. here for some reason. so nothing to say about him.

anyway leave ur opinions below. i rly dont wanna get into any tumblr drama or internet drama at all bc it scares me dearly and im always self conscious about leaving a bad digital footprint especially over something as petty as tf2 drama but i cannot stand for this slander I CANNOT‼️‼️‼️‼️ sorry if u also think im mischaracterizing anyone here i only put hours of studying into my fav mercs and thats. abt it,, listen im silly okay

#team fortress 2 #tf2 #heavy tf2 #engineer tf2 #scout tf2 #spy tf2 #soldier tf2 #pyro tf2 #demo tf2 #tf2 demoman #ms pauling #sniper tf2 #medic tf2 #guys im going insane #i hate this fucking red flags post im so sorry i had to let it be known #reblog or comment ur opinions ig im also curious

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dearlawdimasimp · 2 years

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As universes collides

Pairings: Moon Knight system(Marc/Steven/Jake) x sorcerer!Reader x Khonshu

Word count: holee shit its 9k words people💀

Warnings: grammar, cussing, !SPOILERS FOR MoM!, possibly inaccurate depictions of DID(please tell me in the comments if i did so that i can edit this), possibly wrong Spanish words used(again please correct me in the comments), possibly ooc marvel characters, NOT BETA READ, lengthy fic(if i missed any please let me know!!)

Summary: Hey, just re-read your stories with Sorcerer!Reader with the Moon Bois and Khonshu, I absolutely love them! So I saw you were looking for ideas, and I remembered an idea I had a while back when MoM came out regarding this exact same pairing. If you’re willing to write it that is.

So regarding Wanda’s attack on Kamar-taj, the reader is called to defend the temple. The reader prepares to leave, and while trying to explain what’s happening to the boys, mentions the Scarlet Witch. Now, lets assume Khonshu knows a little about the Scarlet Witch and her chaos magic. So when the reader tells them that they're going to be defending the temple against her, he tells her not to go, in fear that they will die. The reader of course declines his request, and Marc/Steven/Jake get into an argument with the reader about going (“the world and the multiverse are in danger” blah blah blah “you shouldn’t have to risk your life” blah blah blah “there’s a child’s life on the line” blah blah blah- you get it). Long story short, the reader ends up going after the argument (or however you want it to end up). In the end, the reader (hopefully) survives, whether it surviving in the rubble, or traveling with Strange and America through the multiverse. And they reunite with Marc/Steven/Jake and Khonshu.

Let me know what you think about this and if you’re willing to write it. Hopefully it gave you some inspiration!

A/N: hi hello sorry for the long wait but the fic is finally here!! hope you guys love this and i hope this meets @jupitersmoon167 and everybody else's expectations😥 i used dear jupiter's idea and added my own twist to it! hope you guys love this just as much as i do🤧💞if things aren't exactly the same with the movie, im so sorry-i wrote this based on what i remembered💞GIFS USED NOT MINE

Something shifted.

A shiver ran through your spine, through your whole body.

You inhale sharply, brows furrowing at the uneasy feeling.

"You felt it too, dearest?"

Asked your human sized moon god beside you, who's wearing a white polo rolled up to his elbow and white slacks, his arm laying across your now tense shoulder. You feel him gently squeeze you, coaxing you to relax your tight muscles.

You are currently in the Moon boys' flat, watching a movie to relax since today was a time where you and all of the system have their day off on the same day, with all three of them co-existing with you and a human sized Khonshu.

They are currently in separate bodies, thanks to a spell that allowed them to be out of the headspace for a period of time, all wearing comfy home clothes, and are now looking at you too. Worry, curiosity, and confusion met your troubled gaze.

"We– we felt it too…Like, something.. something bad."

Steven, who's wearing his blue sweatshirt and gray pjs, voices out his and his alters' thoughts, Marc– who's wearing his blue t-shirt and pants– nods once and looks at Jake–who's wearing his white long sleeves and black pjs– who also nods, eyes full of thoughts as he keeps his firm yet gentle gaze on you, confirming Steven's statement.

You look up to Khonshu, who stood up from his seat on the couch and looked out the window.

"Should.. should we be worried–"

His question dies on his tongue as a portal opens in the middle of your room. You're quick to your feet and change into your sorcerer robes as you walk in front of the moon knight system and towards the opening portal, knowing who might be behind it.. and their purpose.

The trio stood up as they watched an Asian man walk through the sparkling circle. Jake quickly puts himself in front of his alters, ready to protect in case anyone thinks of hurting them.

"We need your help, Master," Wong utters your name breathlessly, "I'm sorry for interrupting your day off but, the Scarlet Witch, is planning to attack Kamar-taj and we are in dire need of every single sorcerer to protect it." The portal closes behind him.

Before you are able to utter a single word, Khonshu repeats,

"The Scarlet Witch?"

A thunderous boom echoing in the room, his tone all but gentle, and crosses the room to stand by your side, now looming down on you and Wong as he returns to his godly size, his clothes now shifted back to gauzed wrappings.

"The wielder of Chaos Magic?"

You tilt your head up to him, "You know them?" You glance at the Sorcerer Supreme, who was not a single bit intimidated by the god's presence (you figured he wouldn't be as this man might've seen worse than a tall, bird skull headed god so it wasn't a surprise to you), who nods to answer Khonshu's question.

The god's head moves to you as he looks at you, his thoughts undecipherable to you. His body language was rigid, which could either mean he doesn't trust the sorcerer in front of you or something else entirely different.

You look back to his hollowed sockets as you wait for his answer.

He bobs his head and kneels in one knee to be on your eye level, "I know little but I know enough. You are not going to face her, little sorcerer."

Ah, so it was something else entirely different.

Even though his tone suggests no room for argument, you huff at his demands in disbelief.

"Khonshu, the Sorcerer Supreme needs every single sorcerer to be present, which means that this Scarlet Witch is very dangerous and is a danger to our wo–"

"Which should give you more reason not to go! It is unsafe! They are dangerous, like you've said. Let the others handle it!"

You were about to argue back but a question pops up into your head, you turn to Wong, "Wait– why is this.. quote unquote Scarlet Witch attacking the Kamar-taj in the first place?"

You hear the god sigh beside you and mumble, "You do not need that information–"

"A child that has the power to traverse across universes is in the temple and the Scarlet Witch intends to take her power all to herself." Wong answers, his eyes pleading to you as he spoke.

Your eyebrows shot up in worry, "No–" a British voice spoke behind you in slight tremor.

The sorcerer supreme puts his hand on your shoulder.

"Please, pick your choice wisely. We'll be waiting for you."

You place your hand above his and nod, he gives you a tight smile as he removes his hand. He glances at the trio behind you and bids them goodbye with a bow of his head, as well as to the Egyptian moon god. He opens a portal and enters it, with an expecting glance of his shoulder the bright orange circle closes with a sharp hush.

A heavy silence falls in the flat.

A click of a tongue breaks it and Marc speaks, "Right, no. The bird is right. No way in hell you are going to K- Kamar- Kamar.. tash–"

You heard Khonshu huff at the name Marc had called him and rise from his kneeling position.

"Kamar-Taj." "Kamar-Taj" Steven and Khonshu correct him.

"Yes, that- thank you Steven, Khonshu-"

"Marc, a child's life is in danger!" You say his name in exasperation as you step one foot to the front, "Our universe and other universes are in danger! I can't just let this witch do–"

"Mi muñeca, por favor," Jake intervenes, his face covered by his hand as he pinches the bridge of his nose, "There are cientos de otros magos, lots of other sorcerers, around the world, ¿sî?" He drops his hand with a sigh.

You nod, "Yes! But–"

"Then you, our amado hechicero, don't need to be there." The mustached Latino reaches out to your hand and grasps it, squeezing it lightly as his eyes desperately look around your face and cups it with his other hand, heavy it lays on your cheek as he whispers, "Por favor, mi amor."

"Please, love. Think about it." Steven speaks up behind Jake, worry also etched on his face as he approaches the two of you. "If Khonshu, a god who doesn't think twice in committing violence, does not want you to fight then I'd also have to say no on this one. We can't risk losing you, darling.." His voice cracks a little, the thought of not being able to see you again is possibly plaguing his mind.

Tears well up on your eyes as you glance back and forth between Jake and Steven then to Marc, whose eyes are all but soft as he had already made up his decision.

You sigh and lean to Jake's hand that is on your cheek, you take it from your face and kiss his palm. You turn to your Stevie and offer your hand to him, to which he hastily holds, and gently pull him to you. He lets you. Jake removes his hand from your cheek to let Steven wrap his arms around you, he's muttering pleas in your ear as you plant a long kiss on his temple.

"So you're not going, sweetheart?"

You look up to your other boyfriend who is now looking a little relieved and hopeful, slowly approaching you three with a hopeful gaze. You glance up to your godly lover, who's been silently waiting as he watches you interact with your human boyfriends, leaning against a bookshelf with arms crossed.

You turn your gaze to Marc, who's looking at you expectantly, you give a last kiss on Steven's cheek before letting go of the Brit and approached the American. You smile tearfully as you hold his face with your palm, his stubble rough under your skin. Standing on your tip-toes, you kiss his cheek gingerly.

Jake, coming to an understanding of your whole motive, mutters hoarsely, "No.."

The other people in the room seemed to understand what you were trying to do and they all simultaneously spoke out their disagreement.

"No, baby– Come on!" "Absolutely not!" "Darling, please no."

You lower yourself back on the floor and look up to Marc, his brows are raised in the middle as he grasps your wrist as he tries to keep you in place.

"I'm sorry." You whisper, to him and to all of your lovers, a lone tear escaping your eyes as you caress his cheekbones with your thumbs.

Khonshu briskly walks towards you, planning to stop your plans but you were quick.

You close your eyes and let the flow of magic surrounding the flat disappear.

Marc's hands left your wrists and his stubbled jaw sliding away from your palms, you opened your eyes to see him stumbling back and away from you, the surge of magic when his alters returned back to their headspace possibly left him disoriented.

You feel a cool breeze go down past your shoulder. Looking over you see Khonshu, he's back to his ghost-like state, unable to interact with anything surrounding him.

He looks up at you, you feel his and Marc's(and possibly the rest of the system's) burning glare drilling into your skull.

You hold back a sob.

"This is for all of you, my loves. Please, I hope you understand."

You look back and forth to Marc and Khonshu, who's regaining his balance and the latter desperately trying to get a hold of you as he yells for you to stop, even though he knows with this form he won't be able to do so he still continues to reach out to your form.

You open a portal to the temple, with a sharp intake of breath you quickly enter it. Tears continue to fall down your cheek, a smile that doesn't hold any joy pulls your lips as you croak out, "I'll see you around, my boys. This isn't a goodbye."

You immediately let the portal close before any of them crossed it. The last thing you saw was Marc, with Jake and Steven possibly co-fronting with him, hastily running to the orange circle as Khonshu fell on his knees, seemingly defeated.

I promise.

~🌑~

Falling through different realities, with one of them being a world that is made up of paint, as you try to keep a powerful kid away from a power hungry witch in a star shaped portal was definitely not on your bucket list.

But here you are, thrown into a new world where everything is unfamiliar and very green.

"You two… saved me.." Chavez says between her breaths as you and Strange try to regain yours.

"I hope so.." The cloaked man groans as he stands up, while you cover your mouth and run to the nearest corner as you feel bile shot up to your throat, spilling the food you had earlier this morning.

You hear America sheepishly apologize, "It's a normal reaction..! Just.. let it all out.."

You give her a thumbs up, your guts continue to spill out.

You hear the teen ask if the other sorcerer have had experience with multiversal travelling, the man in question smugly answers that they have, making you scoff at his lie as you wipe your mouth with your sleeve.

You were about to tell Chavez the truth but Stephen's upset stomach beat you to it.

"You were saying, Strange?" You jest as you walk towards the duo, groaning at the after taste on your tongue after that spill fest.

"Shut up–"

You hum low in your throat as you look around you, tuning out Stephen's vomiting noises because if you won't you might vomit again so instead you survey your surroundings properly.

"What is this place? A utopic version of our universe??"

You let the question hang in the air as you walk over to the ledge, looking down at the busy streets with wonder and curiosity.

"It seems so.." America answers behind you.

~🌒~

"They go on red?" Asks the baffled former Sorcerer Supreme beside the teen.

"Amazing observation." You quip as you wearily look around, Jake and Marc's tendency to look for any signs of danger once in an unfamiliar setting rubbing off on you.

With yours and Stephen's sling ring lost, and with Chavez struggling to control her power, you were left with finding help in this universe's Stephen and you. Since apparently there is only one Chavez in the multiverse.

"Rule number one of multiversal travel. You don't know anything."

Stephen huffs at your comment and waits for the traffic light to turn green, and crosses the street, you follow alongside him.

"Right, so what's rule number two–"

You feel the hairs on your nape stand up, someone is watching you. You look around with furrowed brows, trying to pinpoint where and who it's coming from.

But Strange's tug on your elbow made you stop your hunt, "Where is she?" the sorcerer worriedly asks and you could only stare at him in confusion, blinking your eyes, you were about to answer his question with another question but then you realize who he's talking about.

You look around you and find that the girl you two are supposed to protect is missing beside you. Your breathing quickens as the worst possible scenarios run through your mind until a hand lays on your shoulder.

You turn to see the girl herself with a food on hand, you roughly exhale through your mouth as you rub your face with your hand.

"Rule number two, find food. Preferably pizza. Pizza balls!"

Pizza.. balls? What? You stare the rolled up pizza on the red bowl, huh, never thought that would be a thing. But then again, everyone in this world is wearing clothes in varying shades of black and white only so you really should have expected less (not like you don't like the color, it's just.. a little unsettling considering the colorful stores and surroundings, and it's new to you).

"How'd you pay for that?"

"It's free–"

You catch up beside the girl, "Free? There's free food here?"

"Well, food's free in most universes actually." She states with a shrug, "It's more of how you guys pay for it."

Your lips form an 'o' as you nod, taking in the interesting information, "That's cool."

"Yea–"

"Hey! You didn't pay for that!"

You three stop in your tracks and face the old man, who seems to be the seller of the pizza rolls.

"Crap.." Muttered the teen, "Maybe it's not free here.."

You gave the teen an exasperated look, while she returns it with an innocent one as she munches on the unpaid food.

"Relax, Mr. "Papap", she's just a kid-"

"Relax yourself there, Doctor Strange." Snides the old man with a slight chuckle as if mocking the sorcerer while he reaches for the cloak of Levitation. "Where'd you get this cape from anyway–"

"It's not a cape-"

"It's a cloak actually," you sigh and step up to the old man. "How about you let him go-"

"Huh, feels authentic–" Mr. "Papa"? Papap? comments as he examines the fabric.

"I'll pay for it, okay, just, let my friend go–" You were reaching for your wallet when you felt his hand grasp your robes tightly.

A rush of harsh wind suddenly sweeps the sidewalk you are on, forcing the man holding you to release your clothes to cover his face from the sudden gust.

You shiver at the breeze. It felt familiar…

"You two are thieves! You two took this from the Strange museum, didn't cha?"

"Strange Museum?"

"You two are takers!" The man snatches the mustard from his stand, "Why don't you take some of thi-"

Needless to say, that man is going to continuously beat himself up for the next three weeks.

"What happened to Rule number one, hm?" You tease the girl as you lightly bump your shoulder to hers, while resuming your trek to find this world's Dr. Strange.

America could only roll her eyes at your jest as she silently chuckled while Stephen chortled under his breath.

~🌓~

Lucky for you, you don't drink tea.

Unluckily for you, you were bribed with a cold chocolate drink.

Which led to you and your party of three encased in a strong glass– carbonated glass, was it? You weren't really listening.

You have opted on focusing on your breathing instead, enclosed spaces and you are not exactly besties.

America, seeming to have noticed your struggle, tries to get Stephen and Christine's attention. But you call out to her, stopping her actions, "It's– it's okay kid. Let them have their moment. I'll be fine."

Your voice wobbles as you swallow your saliva. Inhale, exhale.

Anything else seems to be muddled as you keep your focus on your breathing.

Inhale, exhale.

A hiss of the opening of your sealed doors interrupts your meditation short. You look around only to see… are those ultron bots?! Behind the sorcerer that poisoned you.

You scowl at him as you are pulled out of the glass cage. You struggled on their grip and ready to strike but Stephen held your arm, stopping you from whatever you were planning to do.

You look up to him, his brows low in worry as he asks, "Are you okay?"

Knowing you were on the verge of a panic attack just a minute ago, there should be no point in lying, but you are in an enemy's hold. So you nod your head, looking away from the concerned greyish-green eyes and let the bots tug you away from the blue-robbed sorcerer.

You cast a glance at America, "We'll be back, don't worry." You comfort her as much as you can.

The teen could do nothing but nod, pressing her palms flat on the glass as she watches you and Stephen being dragged away from the holding room, hope and dread flashing on her face.

~🌔~

Okay, don't mess with the silent guy then.

You blink away the images presented in your mind, cautiously bouncing your gaze from member to member of this.. Illuminati council.

Confusion draws your brows taut, "Okay– so if this is all about him then why the fuck am I here?"

"Etiquette, huh?"

You glare at Stephen, his low-blow of a jest referencing your comments to his sassy answers to the council earlier.

"This is not all about him," The bald man on the high-tech wheelchair roughly says your name, "as we've stated a while ago, if you were listening–"

Oh yeah, you totally weren't.

"The more you spend time in our universe, the more you endanger your and our home."

Your eyebrows twitch up in understanding.

"But, it is also because you, my dear, have also made a significant impact on this universe. Namely, communication to other worldly beings in this universe."

A new set of events is once again transferred and played in your mind, while you and Stephen watch it play out like a movie.

"Your version of yourself here had a beautiful union with the God of the Moon from the Egyptian Pantheon and his avatar. It paved the way to intergalactic partnerships, both in business as well as, yes, in romantic context."

You watch in awe as you see yourself, dressed in a sparkling, long sleeve, sweetheart neckline, white dress that dragged behind you walked down the aisle.

With your, no, other you's Moon boys, all in separate bodies wearing white suits that are accented with black in different styles for each of them, and your–their–god in his white suited glory, standing beside the trio in his human size, all watching you with happy tears(except the bird skull headed being, but hey, who knows, maybe the pigeon is crying buckets of unseeable tears.)

The scene calls your tears to resurface once more–could today be any more emotional!!– as you remember how you left your Marc, Steven, Jake and Khonshu in your own universe.

The scene shifts again, this time, different corporations, businesses and weddings play out like pages being flipped quickly. Moments of those events cramped in a single minute before it halts.

Another prestigious event that called for a union between realms. The species that is uniting with this universe's human council is unfamiliar to you. They were, well, otherworldly in nature with their varrying skin color palette and average size.

"All was going well, until–"

A loud bang! rang throughout the area, startling you and your sorcerer friend who's been quiet the whole time.

You look around amidst the running and panicking crowd, who was shot? Why did someone shoot? What-

Questions that ran through your mind disperse by your loud gasp. You see yourself being cradled in the arms of other you's spouse while their godly lover made an unprecedented red solar eclipse, commanding the winds to havoc the place as he roars in rage.

Your other self being cradled by the Moon Knight system, whose head is blown to bits.

"– a horrible accident happened."

Tears now freely stream down your cheeks as you kneel in place.

Seeing how your lovers both human and god, weep and mourn for you. How they grasped your coffin so tightly and snapped at the pallbearers trying to do their job, squeezes your heart. You never ever ever want to see them in pain. Especially if you're the one inflicting it.

A grating noise low on your throat goes past your trembling lips as you try to inhale air back into your system, your hand immediately flying up to not let another sound escape from your mouth.

You didn't know when you had stopped breathing but your lack of oxygen has made you a heaving mess on the gray tiled floor.

"Stop. Stop! Come on, this is hurting them!!"

The movie fades away like uncovering a treasure that was buried deep under the sand, dusting away the illusion to reveal the reality.

"Breathe for me," You hear a baritone voice say your name above you as you feel yourself being wrapped around one's arms and something on the top of your head.

You take deep breaths but every time you an ugly sob squeaks out your throat.

"It's okay. They're well in our universe. They're probably waiting for your return and you will return to them safely."

As the baritone voiced fella keeps on comforting you, another voice speaks up,

"This led to lots of series of events, mainly, our Khonshu, Marc, Steven and Jake, hunting down who shot our very own version of you." A feminine yet firm voice.

Breathe in, breathe out.

Another female voice speaks, this time British in accent,

"And, their hunt wasn't entirely… reasonable. They killed every single person who they suspected, even when they were not guilty. This forced us to take action and…"

Breathe in…

Swallowing, you slowly leave Stephen's comforting embrace, who you've just realized is the baritoned fella.

"And what?" You breathe out through your trembling lips as you peered at the Illuminati people through the blur of your tears.

"We have to imprison them to ensure the safety of the people."

You glance over to the far left, the man sitting there has answered your question in a hushed manner but still loud enough for you to hear.

"This–" Breathe in, breathe out. "This did not answer my question a while ago. Why am I here?!"

"Because they've escaped the moment you two arrived."

Your glare softens, before morphing into something horrified as you come into a realization.

"You've made me a bait." You whisper to the air, hastily standing up to your feet–

"It is for everyone's–"

Sound alarms blast through the speakers, the building shakes and vibrates as something, or someone breaks into the facility.

The weight of everything comes back to you, like a splash of a cold bucket of water.

Wanda. Scarlet Witch. The kid!!

You watch the live footage of the former avenger tearing through the army of robots that tried to hold her back from reaching the core of the facility, either dismantling them or blasting them into nothing.

The orders of Captain Carter fell on deaf ears as you kept your eyes on the static feed, somehow everything seemed to be silent and you could only hear your breathing, even as the facility alarm blairs around the room

Breathe in… Breathe out.

A call of your name and Stephen's made you turn your attention back to the present.

"When you escape this chamber, you must find America Chavez, and you, my dear." The professor gestures to you, "You must find your spouses, bring them to where you would deem them to be safe and… away from taking more innocent lives."

"For short, sealing them behind bars." You rasp out, bitterness leaves your dry lips as you blankly stare at the bald man in a wheelchair.

"If you'd like." Was his only statement, disregarding the Sorcerer Supreme protests and your perplexed glare as he wheels himself out of the room, leaving you, Stephen Strange and Mordo in the room.

You walk to the door, Ignoring Mordo's warnings. You press your palms flat on its surface.

You glance down at your cuffs. If only you were not bound you could blast this fucker open and be on your pursuit in finding your– well, your other self's but also technically your– lovers.

You groan in defeat as you knock your forehead on the barrier with a small thump. With a sigh you glance back to the two, who's in a heated argument. About what, you know nothing of.

Your eyes scan the room, maybe there's another way out.

A loud cry interrupts your thinking session–it was getting nowhere anyways–as Mordo jumps from the elevated slab with a sword in hand. You look down to Stephen, who only winked at your way–the sly bastard–before blocking the pissed sorcerer's attack with his cuffs.

Oh.

You let them spar, watching on the sidelines as you wait for the perfect time to interfere.

When Stephen gets knocked back to the wall, you take the chance and run towards Mordo, using your momentum you slam him to the wall and knock your head to his, effectively breaking his nose.

You hiss at the pain starting to form on your forehead. A swing from your opponent's sword nearly cuts your face off but you were quick to back away and block the other slash of Mordo's sword with your cuffs, copying Dr. Strange's previous moves just a few moments ago, successfully breaking you free from your restraints.

Mordo realizes this and he looks up at you wide eyed,

"Checkmate, bitch."

~🌕~

Running down the halls of this blandly painted place as you try to find your way back to America, you hear Stephen call out to you.

"What!?" You breathlessly questioned the sorcerer who's catching up behind you.

"Shouldn't you be finding your–well other you's–spouse..?" He stops your running as he holds your elbow.

The same draft that disturbed the sidewalk awhile ago permeates the empty hallway.

"I don't need to. I was only trying to find you a way out before I go." You said softly to the baritoned man.

"Go. Find America. I'll catch up to you– Don't worry about me." You cut off his unsaid concerned question.

"I'm in safe hands." You smiled up at Stephen and tapped the back of his hand that held you, "I'll be there before you know it."

He nods and gives a last scan around the hallway and you, before sprinting to find the teen.

The wind, seeming to be stronger now than before, pushes you to the hallway opposite to where Strange ran into. Abiding to its request you scurry down the hallway. You were suddenly pushed behind a pillar, expecting impact, you yelped and covered your face with both of your arms.

But the pain didn't come.

Instead, you were met with a soft embrace.

Startled at the stranger's boldness, you tried to push them away from you but a familiar, yet raspy, voice made you freeze.

"Hey, it's okay baby. It's okay, it's me, it's us."

You look up and see the face of your human lovers, only that.. it wasn't them. They looked… malnourished.. Familiar dark eyes who looked like they haven't had a moment to have a small nap glances back to you, his stubble now grown into a full beard peppered with white hairs as well as his curls, now long and is hastily pulled into a half ponytail. He's wearing a greyish white long sleeve and pants, right..they escaped from prison at your arrival.

"You.. you do know I'm not–"

"Yes, love, we know but–" Steven's soft and tearful gaze holds yours, his hands clambers up to your face as he took a sharp breath in, "–we," He swallows "–we couldn't waste the chance to see you again, darling–" His croaky voice is cut off by a sob and pulls you to a crushing hug.

You let him hug you like there's no tomorrow, wrapping your arms around his neck, you turn your head and plant a longing kiss on his temple.

The action made the man's knees give out, a heart-wrenching sob loud on your ears as you let him pull you down with him.

Curses and prayers in Spanish break the atmosphere, you let out a wet chuckle, missing your own moon boys as you hold their other version in your arms.

"Nuestro querido hechicero, te echamos mucho de menos." The Latino's trembling voice and vice grip on your robes had you in tears–again–now too.

You sniffle, you look around the room and notice that you all are in some kind of an abandoned chamber of the building. You didn't examine much more of it as you closed your eyes, letting you and them have their moment.

Another rush of wind blows your form, you open your eyes to see Khonshu, standing behind his avatar in his godly gauzed glory.

"Khon.."

"Beloved.."

The god falls to his knees and he places his hand on the side of your face.

"Why are you here? Did our other version fail to do their job? To protect you from all harm?"

The god growled as he asked, you can hear the wrappings on his other hand grow taut and splinter as he grips his staff tightly. The man gingerly pulls you away from him but keeps his hands on your sides, letting the rough hand of the god slide away from your face.

You chuckle, lacking any mirth, as you look between the two, "More like I succeeded in being an asshole." You scrunch your nose as you sniffle, rubbing it with the knuckle of your forefinger and glance down to your lap.

"I… may or may not have removed a spell–spells–that helps them to communicate with me properly. I uh.. removed it at the last second so that they'd be… stupefied of the situation.. and give me time to… leave them.."

You quietly explained to them, holding your gaze down on your fingers as you played with it, rubbing and squeezing each phalange to distract yourself from your current predicament.

His hands left your side as he places it on top of yours, stopping you, and engulfs it with his large, calloused ones.

"You've always liked to put yourself in front of danger, sweetheart."

Marc croakily comments, you can hear his smile through his worn out voice. You laugh a little, remembering your Marc's same use of phrase when you came home with cuts and bruises.

"Which sadly led us to this predicament.." Khonshu adds with a mournful sigh, moving to your side and also places his inhumanly large hands below yours, cupping it and squeezing gingerly.

That made you look up, Marc meets your thoughtful yet confused gaze.

"What do you mean?" You inquire, tilting your head slightly to the side in curiosity.

This salt and pepper look that time has given them, is making things inside you do flips but obviously now's not the time to ogle.

"You save me–us–from that blast, darling."

Oh….oh

We were supposed to be the target, and.. well.. I think you know the rest…"

Steven casts his puffy eyes down, possibly reminiscing the moment you–their you–died.

You reach out to his face, his beard tickling your palms as you thumb his cheekbones. "Hey–" Your sentence halts at the shaking of the building.

Snapping you back to what you're supposed to be doing, you glance back and forth between them as you swallow.

Marc– wait, that gaze–Jake nods and Khonshu releases your hand. They stand up from their position, "You must go now, beloved. I may have been able to stop time for a minute, any longer could have caused an incursion."

He did what– Incusrs–oh shit.

"Okay, amazing–the stopping time thing I mean–" you grunt as you let them pull you up from the floor, "–uncool to the incursion part." You sniffle again as you dust your knees off.

You hear the Latino's distinct chortle making you smirk, your bad humor never fails to make them laugh, even in a different universe, good to know. You smile at that. Another shake disturbs the moment.

You groan internally.

You look around the room as you try to find the exit, but Jake beats you to it. He grasps your hand, his black and white tactical suit–the very same your own Jake uses–engulfs his form as he pulls you and runs to the wall across the room.

You close your eyes bracing for impact, "You don't trust us, ¿mí amor?" Jake's modulated teasing coaxes you to open them and see that you are now on an entirely different side of the building, possibly its underside as it looks like you're in a tunnel.

"You can teleport?!"

"Why, can't your Moon Knight not?" The tactical gear shifts into a three-piece suit, the muffled posh accent asks, curiosity shining through his moonlit eyes.

"No!"

You hear him laugh as he pulls you, again, to run down the leaking tunnel. You hear multiple footsteps behind you, looking over your shoulder you see familiar faces.

"Wait– Steven!" You call out to the avatar and stopped in your tracks, "America!! Stephen!! Christine!!" You greeted them with a wide smile, relieved to find them alive. They greeted you back but in a horrified and hurried manner.

"Don't stop running! She's tailing right behind them!!"

True to Khonshu's words, you see the Scarlet Witch limping just behind them. You hear the familiar sound of clothes shifting before you are once again pulled to run, this time by Marc.

The trio catches up to you. You were about to cast a spell but you were hurled to Moon Knight's shoulder, a squeak leaves past your mouth at the sudden move. "Marc!!" You say as you lightly hit his caped back.

"Sorry sweetheart, can't risk it!!" He says as he runs past the trio.

"I hate you–" "No, you don't." "Yeah, no, I don't."

"I'm sorry to break your guys' moment but who is this?!" Christine asks between breaths while running beside Stephen–the sorcerer–behind Marc.

"The Moon Knight!!" America answers her before you could, excitedly if you may add.

"You've got yourself a multiversal fan, Marc."

"I'll sign their shirt later."

As Christine closes the last barrier, you all catch your breath. Marc finally puts you down, his mask unfurling from his face to show his worried gaze. He cups your cheek in both hands, you lay your on top of his.

A silent agreement was made.

"Please, be careful out there." You whisper as you lean to his weary hand.

"We will."

"Keep this look, I love it on you." You smirk and kiss their palm, noting that the other two are co-fronting as their suits are clashing together, making a beautiful mix of ceremonial, tactical, and prim and proper.

"Noted." They cheekily replied, Jake's signature smirk morphing with Marc's low voice and Steven's shy eyes.

You look over to the moon god, huffing you sprint to his form and hug his torso, missing your moon god. You feel him return the hug, and a warm surge of magic flows through you.

You escape his embrace as you look up to him with wide eyes.

"A small blessing to protect you from that witch's magic."

You gaped at him, your god wasn't able to do so because you didn't give him a chance. You hug him again, mumbling thank you's to his stomach.

"You know we could use that blessing as well." Stephen chides, you chuckle at your friend's comment.

"I'm afraid only those who worship me can receive my blessing, Stephen Strange."

The Egyptian god lets you go. You hear the sorcerer scoff in disbelief at the god's response.

You glance back and forth between your Moon Knight and his god.

"Go. Now, please."

They nodded and disappeared from your very eyes. You gulp and face the closed off end of the tunnel. Waiting for the inevitable.

But a white-suited fella with glowing eyes materializes in front of you and steals a kiss on your cheek with a hurried, "Goodbye love! Our autograph will have to be moved on a later date," and disappears once again.

Gods you don't deserve these men.

Your fawning over for your lovers is cut short as a shrill voice echoes across the tunnel.

Since when did this became a fucking horror movie?!

~🌖~

You landed gracefully on your feet as you hopped off from the door after Christine, standing back up, your eyes wandered around the interior of the place.

"This is the gap junction, the place between universes."

You hum at the red head's words, distracted at the colorful space and floating rubbles, before you lock your gaze at the shining blue book.

"The book of Vishanti." You mumble in adoration.

You approach the stand as Stephen walks up the stairs. You hold your breath as he grasps it in his hand, expecting a trap to drop itself on your party.

As Stephen dislodges the book from its holder, and no traps emerging, you sigh in relief, chuckling as you glance back to the teen and Christine, victory seems to be on your side now.

Something caught your eye behind the teen but you brushed it off.

Once your brain caught up to what you saw you did a double take, yet it was too late.

"AMERICA–"

You really shouldn't have jinxed it.

America shrieks as she grasps her hair, being pulled back by the Scarlet Witch.

You jump in front of Christine as you shoot a fiery beam at the rogue magic wielder, Stephen doing the same.

You see her struggle from both of you's attacks. Good.

But she pushed through. Damnit.

You grunt as you feel yourself being physically pushed back by the intensity of the clash between eldritch and chaos magic.

The red chaos magic pulses and pulses until it reaches you, breaking yours and Stephen's spell and flinging you both, You groan as your back hits the floor.

A sizzle of something burning made you snap your head up to its source.

The book of Vishanti.. it's.. gone.. Eaten by the red fiery flames.

Your only hope in defeating the Scarlet Witch. Gone. Reduced to ashes.

You look up at Strange as you sit up, despair in both your eyes as it meets. A gasp tears from your throat as you feel something burning wrap itself around your form, red mist lifting you up from the ground, alongside Christine and Stephen.

A guttural growl vibrates low on your throat as you try to escape her grasp, even if you knew it was futile.

But, you fell on your butt as you wiggled out of the witch's grasp. You flinched at the contact but quickly recovered as you stood up.

Panting, you look at her and your arms in shock. Shimmering white lines appeared in places where the chaos magic touched you.

Khonshu's Blessing!

You prayed to your god as you thanked him before blasting Maximoff off America.

Your face twisting to something sinister, she was able to block your attack but it distracted her enough to drop your colleague and friends. Summoning a whip on your other hand, you flick it and let it wrap around America's form and tug her to you.

"It's okay kid! I got you!"

The witch is faster though. She was able to have her hold again on the teen and it has now become a human tug of war.

The former Sorcerer Supreme casts a stronger spell.

It was her turn to be pushed back by the forces of your magic.

Yours and Stephen's eldritch magic now winning against her chaos magic. Your yellow beams become brighter as you walk forward, summoning more ropes in on your other hand to grasp America and pull her to you. The red mist becomes shorter as it fights against yours, and weaker around America's form as you tug her to safety.

You hear Wanda scream on top of her lungs and her chaos magic explodes and wrecks the place. Pushing you off your balance and effectively severs your focus as you're hurled back to a pillar.

Your head hits the concrete slab, black covers your vision.

~🌗~

Cold. Very fucking cold is the first thing that you noticed as you came back to consciousness.

You woke up with a gasp. A pulsing pain on your skull made you moan silently in pain.

The cold hard thing on your face slowly registers in your brain that you are laying face down and front on the ground.

Blinking and shaking your head, you take your time in pushing yourself up from the freezing concrete, you hope Khonshu's blessing has protected your brain from concussion.

"Dreamwalking, you hypocrite!!"

You took a sharp intake of breath through your clenched teeth in hearing Maximoff's voice. Right, shit. You've thought it has ended when you passed out.

Grunting, you stumble up to your feet and face the ongoing fight. Scarlet Witch fighting… who or what the hell is that?!

Nevermind that, if that…thing is fighting against her then it or they might be on your side.

You see America being held up by the chaos magic on top of a slab– "America!!"

Making various hand signs, you cast a spell to break her free from its grasp. Magical circular runes appear before you, you pull your arm back and watch as the orange sparkling circles separate in bands and the red mist disperse from the teen's wrists and ankles.

You twist your wrists and push your hands to the front, softening her landing on the slab as it becomes foam in nature momentarily by your spell.

Dropping your stance, you run to her side and place your hand on her forehead, scanning her form up and down you ask worriedly, "Are you okay? Are you hurt? Please tell me you're okay–"

"I'm fine." America pants as she looks down on the slab–now very soft and squishy to touch–as you pull her up and off it.

The sharp wailing from the ongoing fight in front of the–you just noticed–Darkhold Castle made both of your heads turn.

What looks to be dementors circle themselves around Maximoff. Wong standing on the front edge of the place–since when did he get here?– and a zombie looking sorcerer holding her hand out to where the Scarlet Witch is struggling in keeping the dementor things away from her.

You swear you've seen that zombie somewhere.

You two watch as the zombie ally uses the dementors as a cage and brings them over to Wong. He casts a spell to keep them locked in, he's struggling to keep it there.

"Stay here." You ordered the teen and squeezed her bicep lightly before running to assist Wong.

You do the same hand gestures Wong used and strengthened the magic capsule.

"Nice of you to join the party."

Comments Wong with a grunt, you chuckle tightly as you try to keep your hand steady.

"You know I wouldn't miss it for the world–"

The witch is still able to reach her arm out of the magical cage you and Wong have put her in.

Wong notices this and yells to the zombie ally "She's still breaking free!!"

"Hold her!!" Yelled the zombie back.

"Strange!!"

The zombie is.. Strange?? Well that explains why he looks oddly fucking familiar–

"Take America's power–"

"No!" You intervene, looking back and forth between the Asian man and the corpse in aggravation. "There must be an–"

The spell you and Wong are using is breaking–

"There's no other way!!" The sorcerer supreme pants, despair painted all over his face as he glances at you then back to Stephen.

You hiss as your muscles strains in keeping the spell up.

"No. This is the only way." You hear Stephen rasp.

The witch breaks free and her force once again flings you across the room, this time you were ready to use a spell to stop yourself from hitting the wall and lunged yourself back to her.

Not expecting the attack, she wasn't able to counter and you were able to tackle her to the ground.

She groans as her back hits the ground, you roll to the side and prepare to cast another spell.

Before you could, she hits you with her red mist square on the torso and pushed you back to the stairs. Whatever spell she used didn't affect you, you could see the confusion in her eyes as she looked down on her glowing hands then back to you.

"Thank you Khonshu–"

She flings another spell, what you thought towards you and so you raised your forearm and formed a shield, but hearing a hoarse pained yelp beside you, you were wrong.

You drop your shield and see your zombie friend's arm being toasted to ash.

As you are about to use your magic on Maximoff, America beats you to it as her fist meets the other female's face, punching her square on the jaw.

Blue tinted magic erupted from that punch and multiple star-shaped portals formed behind the witch.

"YES!! AMERICA FUCKING KICK HER ASS!!"

You couldn't help but cheer for the teen. You hear a gritty chuckle behind you, you look over to your half-fried zombie friend.

"I have a lot of questions.."

"Save them for later." He replies as he tries to sit up. You walk over to his side and help him with that.

"Might forget it." You whine, pulling him up to the stairs.

"Then don't forget it."

"Even in death you're still sassy as fuck." You grumble as you scrunch your nose. "You smell!" You lightly push his rotting arm with your palm.

"I don't exactly think dead people have hygiene." He rolled his misty sunken eyes and turned his attention back to the fight.

He sees the teen about to approach the raging witch, "Don't!"

The teen stops and turns to him and you.

"Not yet."

America nods, she looks up at you and you give her a small unsure yet reassuring smile.

You watch as Wanda drops to her knees, as her other version approaches her and gingerly cups her face. Her other version says something to her that you couldn't hear.

America pushes the portal away from the Scarlet Witch and closes it. Leaving her kneeling on the snow-covered ground.

She suddenly rose from her feet and brought herself on the slab.

The castle, unstable from the fight, shakes violently. You stable yourself on the hexagonal–back to its original hardened state–slab.

America runs to you and Stephen, "What now?" She asks, panting as she looks between you and the animated corpse beside you.

"Get out of here." Stephen rasps out an order, "All three of you–"

"What about you?!" You ask, clueless of Stephen's predicament.

"We'll find him, don't worry. Come on!" The teen takes your hand and brings you to the front, you look back to Stephen then to Wanda.

"Hey." You called out to the girl in maroon, feeling as if you had to have something to say to her even though you have nothing in mind.

The teen stops in her tracks, Wanda looks at you with glossy eyes, you rack your brain whatever you wanted to say to her and settle on, "Do the right thing, please."

She casts her eyes down and nods. America tugs you again and you two cross the blue portal, Wong already waiting for you on the other side.

The last thing you saw was Wanda raising her glowing hands before the portal closed.

Exhaling deeply you turn to the teen and the sorcerer supreme beside you.

America latches her arms around your neck, making you stumble back a few steps from the sudden hug attack. You chuckle and return the embrace, rocking her side to side.

"Thank you."

"I didn't even do much, kid." You tell her as she pulls herself off, "Stephen is the one that you should thank." You give her a small smile, tucking her hair behind her ear.

"You still saved me and it means a lot to me."

She gratefully grins at you, eyes shimmering in childish joy before hugging you again.

You bite your lip as you try not to cry, this kid is so sweet.

You glance at Wong, he only watches you both with a tired smile on his face. You wanted to offer your hand and bring him in for a group hug but the man isn't exactly a hugger.

You look around the place, you're back in Kamar-taj. The temple is crumbling and surrounded by its debris.

"Well this needs one hell of a repair."

Your comment earns a groan and small giggle.

~🌘~

After taking Stephen back to your universe–only then you knew that he was dreamwalking–repair work and burying the brave sorcerers took place. You helped around a bit while anxiously thinking of your boys back in London.

Possibly sensing your anxiety, the former sorcerer supreme approaches you after you move a debris out of the way.

"Here." He takes your wrist and places a sling ring on your open palm.

"Wha–" You look up to him in confusion. It's good to see his not rotting face.

"Go home. We'll take it from here." Stephen smiles down at you and pats your bicep. He was about to walk away but you stopped him with a hug, expressing your gratitude through actions. Unlike the current sorcerer supreme, this man might act like he is not a hugger when in reality it's obviously the exact opposite.

"Okay, no need for that." He groans above you, you only chuckle, you feel him return the hug eventually and you grin widely.

"You're a softie, admit it."

"Shut up and just go." He gently pries you off him, you let him push you away, unwrapping your arms from his torso.

"Good to see you alive and fresh, Stephen."

"Don't make me take back the sling ring."

~🌑~

Taking a deep breath you open a portal right outside the door of the boys' flat. You nibble your lower lip. You feel your heart hammer inside your chest, the portal closing behind you after you enter it.

"okay, okay, okay–" You whisper, bracing yourself as you raise your fist, ready to rap on the door but it swung open before your knuckle met the wood.

You lock eyes with red, puffy ones. Seeing their glossy eyes, you remember the Earth-838's moon knight system and their pain.

You gulp, unsure of who's fronting at the moment you greet them with a soft and timid, "Hey.." as you drop your hand beside you and pinch the skin of your middle finger with the nail of your thumb.

"I'm so–" You were pulled inside the room before you could continue and arms wrapped around you. Tears gather in your eyes as the feeling of safety and home hits your senses. Sniffling you wrap your own around his and grip the fabric of his blue sweater tightly, burying your face on his shoulder.

"I'm sorry." You croak out to his shirt, inhaling through your mouth, you sob and repeat the phrase over and over again. You hate seeing them hurt and being the one who inflicted it, but you had a job to do. One that would not only save the world but most importantly them.

"I had to–" "We know sweetheart, we know, we're sorry too."

Gasping for air, you feel yourself being pulled down by gravity, your knees having given out on you as the fatigue from running, casting spells, running again and crying crashes on you like a boulder was dropped on you. He lets you bring them down with you on the floor.

"Dearest," Khonshu calls your name, soft and hurt. You look up from your human boyfriend's shoulder and see your godly sitting on his calves, trying to grasp your hand.

As it phased through, you pull yourself away slightly from the moon knight system's embrace and cast the spells you had used earlier.

Marc's fellow alters materialize in the room with you and Khonshu can once again interact with the mortal plane.

You were immediately tackled with hugs, both human and god,

"Please, don't do that again." Steven mutters on your neck.

"I won't, I promise I won't." In a trembling whisper, you swore with your life.

"God–why do you like to put yourself in front of danger." Marc grumbles on your chest. You chuckle, remembering the many times he had said the same thing, as well as 838Marc.

"I myself have no clue, Spector." The bird god murmurs above as he places his beak on top of your head.

"I don't think he's talking to you, bird." Steven deadpans as he nuzzles on your neck.

Jake chuckles, his mustache tickling the other side of your neck as he had made himself home there, and remarks, "I don't think our hombre will ever realize that."

The rest of you laugh aside from the god above you as he grumbles cusses in an ancient language.

~🌙~

AHHHJSHHSHS THANK YOU FOR READING THISJAHHSHSHS

Hope you guys enjoyed that, bc i enjoyed writing this freakishly long fic 🤧💞💞

if anyone has suggestions, feel free to leave them in the comments i accept constructive criticsm!💞💕

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bellaswansong · 4 months

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hey guys is it just me or have we all been interpreting "never love an anchor" completely wrong this whole time? i finally gave in and listened to it a while back, and yeah, its super good (it gets stuck in my head all the time) but i think it's actually about something else

the line that stuck with me was "never tied your shoes." it just seemed a little out of place for the romantic reading of the song. now im not great at interpreting the entire meaning of a song just from listening to it, so i looked up the lyrics and it just made me even more sure

let's start with the last two stanzas:

"you are someone i have loved but never known" doesn't seem to me like it fits a romantic relationship very well; i realise that you can feel like you dont know someone if theyre super closed off, but the rest of the song seems like the singer is apologising for being closed off or inaccessible or not allowing someone to love them, and if we take it as the person being too closed off to get to know, this feels like a break from the previously described dynamic, as if the singer is reversing their positions.

"never soothed your fevers," "never tied your shoes," "never held you gently," all of these are things that parents do. "never had the chance to lose you" also just doesn't make sense if the feelings are romantic, because even if you never express your feelings for someone it still feels like a loss when you lose them.

and if we apply this parenthood interpretation to "you are someone i have loved but never known," it almost seems like the singer is talking about a child who died or a pregnancy they aborted, but the next stanza contradicts that by addressing the child as if they are still alive and able to interact with others; "i am all the things they might've said to you."

so i think this is about giving a child up for adoption.

the rest of the song still makes sense, too. here's the first two stanzas:

"it's a secret i keep tucked inside my chest" - it is so so so common for women who give up a child for adoption to keep it a secret from family and future partners. my grandmother had a child between marriages, gave it up for adoption, and then listed it as a past stillbirth on the birth certificates of all her kids after that.

"with this heart of mine that's guilty, not remorseful" - regret is one of the most COMMON things people talk about feeling when they miss their chance to confess to a romantic interest. this line does not fit with that interpretation, but it does fit with the adoption idea. the narrator is not remorseful because they know this was the best option for the child.

"i couldn't bring myself to hold you" this one just hurts man

and finally the middle stanza, which i think is the most ambiguous, but also hits the hardest when you have this meaning in mind:

(umbilical cord metaphor btw)

ok thats all. sorry about your ships but i think this song is about putting your newborn child up for adoption

#the crane wives #never love an anchor #trafficblr #the first draft of this post was just 'imagine giving a child up for adoption and then listen to never love an anchor again.'#'maybe youll get it this time'#but that seemed too mean lol #what the spork? im speakin here!

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wjehfshs · 1 year

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Why I'm a sooo evil but anyway

Gaz with a baby!reader and gaz gets them a babysitter due to a mission and after that mission the Boys get a call that the city is under attack and that city is where baby!reader is at.

And after they saved some citizens gaz sees the babysitter crying holding reader only for gaz to realize reader is dead due to the smoke and all the boys are trying to comfort him while watching this guy breakdown trying his best to revive reader.

and gives up knowing his baby is gone but out of some miracle reader comes back to life crying making gaz cry of happiness but the nurses gotta check readers health atleast the boys are there for him and price is like your good dad.

I bet gaz is the type of father who will ask every father or ask price some father advice but anyway get some sleep because is 10:43pm over here

Stop I’m gonna cry

Readers a baby, reader dies momentarily, death of a child/baby, angst, reader comes back to life, Gaz is a widower

Gaz was a single father to you after your mother died due to complications during birth

He was so protective of you, you where all he had after the death of his girlfriend

He was called for an important mission, it was short but it couldn’t be missed

So he left you with a family friend

After the mission was over he got a call from the family friend

They where in tears babbling on about how the city was just attacked and he ran to turn on the news

He saw the broadcast of the destroyed city

He ran, shouting to everyone else telling them to “get in the fucking heli”

After 3 torturous hours, he arrived at the base and wasted no time getting in a car

They spent hours saving citizens and people, the only thing on his mind was if you where safe or not

After they saved enough people for it to be manageable he got back in the drivers seat with the rest of the team and sped off

He didn’t care if he got a ticket or was thrown in jail all he wanted was to see if you where ok

When he got there he felt his heart shatter

There you where, being cradled by the family friend as their face was red and swollen under the red and blue lights of the ambulance

A fire had been set off a house down, causing the smoke to drift into his house

He felt his legs move by themselves as he scooped your body up

“Gaz…. I’m. Im so sorry, they just died 2 minutes before you got here” they sobbed out, sitting on the curb head in hands

The rest of the 141 looked on as their hearts dropped

He couldn’t speak, he wanted to scream, he wanted to cry, he wanted to murder everyone around him even if they did nothing wrong

He just stared down at your still warm body as he sat down in the middle of the road

He wanted to be woken up in his room with you in your cradle, breathing and sleeping peacefully

He felt tears well in his eyes as they dropped onto the road

He couldn’t hold it anymore

He started screaming and wailing as he clung onto your body, praying you would wake up and laugh like you always did

God he even wanted to hear your cries that used to drive him up the wall

He felt Price come up behind him and put an arm around his shoulder, pulling his head into his chest

“Son. I’m so sorry, it’s gonna be ok…” he comforted Gaz the best he could

It felt like hours before he heard a tiny cough

He felt his heart jump up to his throat as he pulled you back to look at you

He thought he was hallucinating when he saw you move your tiny chubby arms as you coughed

He pulled you back in, lightly hitting your back to help you breathe again

He was overjoyed to have you back

God you even threw up all over his uniform but he didn’t care

He heard those cries that he used to wish would go away again

He couldn’t be happier to hear you cry

“Fuck… I thought I lost you my beautiful child” he whispered as he held you close

The rest of the team all finally breathed a sigh of relief

Gaz stood up as a nurse rushed over to help you

He handed you over to them as Price hugged him, avoiding the baby throw up on Gaz’s shoulder

Soap and Ghost rushed over, all of them where crying as Gaz laughed from the adrenaline of the situation

You where handed back to him as he looked down on you

He felt like he was right back at your birth, the first time he held you was happening all over again

A couple weeks later the rest of the team was over at his house more often than usual to take care of you

Although Gaz was your biological dad, the rest of the team where all of your dads as well

Price was the classic dad

Gaz was the cool younger dad

Ghost was the soft and warm dad

And Soap was the fun dad

They all thought of you as their own honestly

Ok here’s a meme to counter the angst

#cod x reader #cod #cod mw2 x reader #cod mw2

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padfootastic · 9 months

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sorry, I have a lot of thoughts lmao. I think that I find it really frustrating that deep down, despite assurances to the contrary, people DO think that Family must come before everything else and if you don't secretly Love Your Family above all else, then you must be defective or broken or hiding it. And I see it so much with this fandom. Like do I think Sirius loved Regulus? Yeah. Do I think he was closer to James and the people he chose to be his family rather than the people he was blood related to and there's nothing wrong with that, particularly when they were all massive bigots in canon? Also yeah. People act like Sirius Has to Love Regulus Because He is His Brother (and he can't be closer to James because blood!! they're blood related!!! you can choose to not be close to your parents but not your bruddah!!!! found families mean just as much as blood families except wait no they don't because if I had a strained relationship with my sister I would be sad. :( idk it's just weird and not enough people in here critically examine whether or not this insistence is harmful.

ok anon im taking executive decision to publish this bc i actually think it’s such a good take.

acting like found family isn’t just as, if not more valid than blood relations is WILD, esp on the ~neurospicy queer website lmao.

i love the ‘person drops everything for their family member, regardless of any differences they had’ trope but i’m also a sucker for ‘character a makes a clean break and their family has to suffer watching them from the sidelines’ ykno? guilt tripping and yearning from a distance hit so well. but anyway. that’s irrelevant. point is: as we know them in canon? j&s were super ride or die. even w/o a hint of romance, they were ALWAYS centred around each other. james was literally bullying someone for sirius. he was the ONLY ONE HED STOP SHOWING OFF FOR. in the middle of a damn war, with his wife and child beside him, sirius was the one thought to make him feel better. like cmon man. j&s r the fkn blueprint i swear.

#sirius black #james potter #sorry i got a bit emotional there in the end lol #i think it’s actually a big part of their dynamic #that they’d be TERRIBLE partners #like isn’t it a running joke in the pf side anyway?#that their partners would hate them bc they’ll never be number one?#and i do think that’s something v specific w them you’ve to deal w if you’re being IC #and u can write it as a flaw or make it crack-y or a neutral thing #but it exists #the solution to that however ISNT removing it entirely lol #or. remove it if u want but acting like it doesn’t exist in the first place? ehhhh #eh. not rly cool.#but yeah. that’s been a rant.#thanks anon i actually rly like this lol #pen’s asks

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muffinbeliever · 12 days

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Surviving Together

5 nightmares in the lives of Spencer and Luna. 1 dream to make it all better.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x OFC

Word Count: 2116

Warnings: canon-typical violence, brief mention of child abuse, j*hn winchester, mention of being off medications, brief mentions of death, angst, hurt/comfort i guess?

A/N: hellooooooooooo it me this feels terribly rushed but i just wanted to post something for u guys so i hope u enjoy :') (also im seriously debating calling the cm x spn crossover criminatural tell me that doesn't work)

Masterlist

one

She didn’t mean for it to happen.

Luna was well aware that Spencer would never hurt her. Spencer wasn’t him. But it was an instinct that had developed over the years of growing up under her father’s militant ways. So when Spencer raised hand to run his fingers through his hair during a heated argument, she flinched.

Her heart was pounding in her chest, and she saw Spencer’s immediate reaction: all traces of anger disappearing from his dark eyes and replaced by intense concern. So intense that she averted her gaze, backing up and curling into herself.

“Luna,” he whispered, scared that anything louder would frighten her further.

Spencer was not him.

Luna repeated this over and over in her head, building up the courage to finally look him in the eyes. Tears pooled at the unconditional worry for her that clouded his eyes.

“I’m sorry,” she breathed, knowing that anything more would break her.

“You have nothing to be sorry for,” he reasoned, but she shook her head. He slowly raised his arms, reaching out to her, and she allowed him to pull her in. The soft yarn of his cardigan brushed at her face and wiped away her tears as she sobbed into him. He murmured comforting words, but there was still dread in her heart.

She was too broken for him.

two

She awoke with a gasp, sitting straight up in bed. She could still feel the icy breath against her cheek and someone else’s warm blood that dripped from the vampire’s mouth as he trapped her against the wall. She thought she had gotten over the nightmares of her second hunt. Only fifteen years old, witnessing an older hunter— her dad’s friend— bleed dry in front of her. The fear in her heart that took over when she realized that she was next. Drowning in the acceptance of her grim fate until Dean came bursting into the warehouse and beheading the monster in one fell swoop.

“Angel?”

Spencer’s sleep-filled, raspy voice was a beacon of light in her dark memories, guiding her back to the soft sheets that she tightly gripped and his soothing caress on her back. She willed her heart to ease its pounding. The bed shifted as he sat up alongside her.

She curled into herself, shielding her body away. Shielding the world away.

This was the fourth time this week that she had woken him up in the middle of the night without explanation. She felt suffocated under his concern and her inability to tell him about the life she lived before she met him.

“Tell me what’s wrong,” he begged.

Her heart broke from the sadness lacing his tone. She shook her head.

“I can’t.”

three

They were reading when he got the call.

The shrill ringtone pierced through the comforting ambiance that they had created on his couch. His eyebrows furrowed as he picked up his phone.

“Hello…Yes, this is Dr. Spencer Reid.”

Luna continued reading, the incomprehensible voice on the phone garbled away.

“She what?”

Luna’s eyes snapped up to her boyfriend, hearing his shaky tone. His face had paled and his tight grip on the phone made his knuckles white.

“Oh my god,” he whispered, rapidly blinking away tears.

She quickly put her book down when she saw his free hand curling into a fist, his fingernails undoubtedly digging into his palm. She grabbed it and gently massaged it open, clasping it between hers. The tears overcame him, running down his cheeks as he listened to the person on the other line.

“Okay, thank you.”

The phone fell from his hands as he stared at the wall in shock. Fear gripped Luna’s heart.

“Spence?”

His eyes flicked to her and the intense pain that they held broke something inside of her.

“M-my mom…” he trailed off, and Luna knew he was reliving every single nanosecond of the phone call— the curse of his eidetic memory. He shook his head and cleared his throat before starting again.

“My mom… she’s really sick right now,” he trailed off.

Luna’s heart broke in two as she saw the broken man in front of her.

“Spence,” she said, but he shook his head, his brunette curls shaking with his head.

“I knew that she was getting worse, sometimes she even rejects her medications. I’ve been in contact with her doctor, but she has been acting up.” He said, his voice cracking with every word he spoke.

“I think that you should go see her,” Luna reasoned.

“Will you come with me?” He asked, and she hesitated.

“Are you sure?” She asked, not wanting to intrude in his personal life.

“I’m sure,” he agreed.

Luna nodded her head, assuring her boyfriend that she will be with him through thick and thin.

“Thank you,” he whispered.

“Of course,” she said, pulling him close to her, breathing in the scent of his lemon laundry detergent.

four

“Angel,” came the soft whispers that Luna had become familiar with waking up to.

There was a gentle kiss to the nape of her neck, and she snuggled closer into the warm body against hers. The strong arm around her waist tightened slightly at her shift.

“Fivemoreminutes,” she muttered sleepily, burrowing her head further into her pillow.

There was a gentle chuckle in response that she felt rumble through Spencer’s chest and her back.

“I guarantee you we have less than two before the rugrats wake up,” he said, drowsy sleep lacing his tone.

For a millisecond, Luna’s subconscious nudged her, a vague question of who exactly “the rugrats” referred to, but she blamed it on the haze of sleep.

“Spence,” she groaned, scrunching her eyes, refusing to awake. “Five more minutes, please.”

“Alright,” he relented in response, his voice threaded with amusement, knowing there were only a handful of times he was wrong.

True to Dr. Spencer Reid form, he was correct. One minute and forty-eight seconds later, there was a squeal from down the hall, and the young doctor chuckled once more, placing a kiss upon Luna’s shoulder as she groaned at the noise.

“I hate saying ‘I told you so’…”

“Liar,” Luna yawned, finally blinking her eyes open, taking in the way the sun streamed through the cream curtains that adorned their shared bedroom.

There was another nudge in her mind, asking when exactly they officially began to share a bedroom and why she was so familiar with the cries of two children down the hall, but again, Luna shoved the thoughts away, blaming it on her sleep-induced haze.

“You love saying ‘I told you so.’ It’s one of the only ways that you can prove your 187 IQ,” she teased, knowing that there were more than several ways for her boyfriend to prove his above-average intelligence.

“Maybe just a little,” he winked with a cheeky smile. “I love you more, though.”

Luna barely had time to reciprocate his declaration before there was a louder cry from behind the closed door. The nudging returned to her brain right in time for her to see Spencer open the door and leave, quickly returning with a small child so eerily familiar it made her heart ache.

The little girl had soft brown curls and the most adorable puppy eyes, identical to the man who carried her. Her plump cheeks were wet, signaling that she had recently cried, and she sniffled occasionally, reaching out to Luna when Spencer got close enough.

“You wanna go to Mom?” He asked in a soothing tone. The little girl blinked at him and wiggled her fingers more intensely, and Spencer chuckled before turning to Luna, handing her the girl.

Luna took the child from him, but the nudging in her mind continued, back with a vengeance.

Whose child was this? Was she “mom”?

“I thought you were Daddy’s girl,” he joked, ruffling the child’s hair. She turned away from him, burying her face into Luna’s neck, and Luna rubbed comforting circles on her back, her mind still reeling from the turn of events.

“Spence,” she murmured quietly. He hummed in response.

“Is this our daughter?”

He laughed, but his eyebrows quickly furrowed when he realized she was serious.

“…yes?” Spencer had an incredulous look in his eyes as he regarded her curiously, concern shading his gaze. “What’s wrong? Are you feeling okay?”

“I…I don’t remember her at all. I don’t remember our lives together like this?” Luna’s voice was shaky as she wracked her memory trying to figure out what was going on.

“I don’t remember any of this.”

Spencer opened his mouth to reply, but Luna’s head began to spin before she could hear what he said. Her mind was dizzy with confusion and it felt like she was losing blood, but she knew that didn’t make any sense. She felt the little girl leave her arms right before collapsing back onto the bed, darkness filling her vision.

She groaned when she finally came to, the familiar silhouettes of her older brothers leaning over her.

“Dean?” Her raspy voice sounded unfamiliar to her ears, like it hadn’t been used for days. “What’s going on?”

She went to sit up, but her head felt like it was splitting in two at every movement.

“Just hold on Lune, don’t get up yet,” her eldest brother said, coaxing her back onto the floor. “You were caught by a djinn. Don’t you remember?”

At Dean’s words, Luna suddenly remembered the supply run she was on, leaving the store with her car keys in hand before someone placed a hand on her shoulder, his eyes turning blue as she blacked out.

Her heart sank as she thought of the little girl her mind made up, and the man of her dreams, who was now only that: a dream.

“None of that was real?” Her voice cracked and a tear slipped down her cheek, thinking about the ghost of Spencer’s touch that she would never feel again.

five

“This is Reid,” the young FBI agent snapped into the phone, his patience running thin.

The BAU had been chasing a ritualistic killer going on three days now, and if the unsub kept to the timetable, they would strike again tonight, but the team didn’t know where.

“I—uh, I’m so sorry, Spencer,” Garcia’s soft voice came through, causing the young doctor to stop shuffling through his papers.

“What?”

“Those siblings, the Winchesters, that you asked me to keep an eye out for,” Garcia said quietly, and Spencer felt his heart sputter and then speed up.

“What about them?” He asked, his mind running through every single reason that Garcia would be apologizing. He knew in his mind what it probably was, but he refused to acknowledge it— it couldn’t be her.

“The local sheriff’s office in Monument, Colorado reported to Special Agent Victor Henriksen that they had the siblings in custody this morning,” she said, and Spencer hated that he let out a sigh of relief. At least she was alright.

“But…” Garcia continued, Spencer’s heart dropping at the single word.

“But what, Garcia?” He could hear the trembling in his voice, and he knew that Garcia could too.

“I just got a report that the building blew up…I’m sorry Spencer, but there were no survivors.”

The phone fell from his hand and he watched it hit the floor, as if in slow motion.

It couldn’t be her.

Dr. Spencer Reid had faced many dangerous situations in his lifetime— kidnapped by serial killers, held at gunpoint more times than he could count, continuously putting his life on the line for civilians— but he had never been more scared than he was at this moment.

Spencer was tall, but these men were taller. Bigger. Buffer. Clad in their flannel, they stood tall, sizing up the young doctor.

“Spence,” Luna said, smiling gently at him. “You’ve already met my brother Dean, and this is Sam.”

Both brothers stuck out their hand, and Spencer knew exactly what was about to happen.

“Oh! Spencer doesn’t shake hands. It’s unbelievable how many pathogens are passed during a handshake. It’s actually safer–” “No, no, it’s okay, Angel,” Spencer gently cut her off, having experienced the awkwardness that usually follows after that particular statistic.

“Besides, shaking your brothers’ hands is the least I can do. After all, they were the ones who encouraged you to go to Caltech.”

The radiance of his girlfriend’s smile eased the pounding in Spencer’s chest, and he firmly shook the hands of the two men before him.

“Luna talks about you both all the time,” he said, shooting a loving smile at his beaming girlfriend.

“It’s a dream to finally meet you.”

#criminal minds #supernatural #spencer reid x ofc #spencer reid #spencer reid x younger sister!winchester #younger sister!winchester #CRIMINATURAL #muffinbeliever

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😨 ok this is your open invite to talk about val!!

MY QUEEN

THE FORGOTTEN MIDDLE CHILD

how dare you all disrespect her majesty like this

you all should repent for your wrong doings

it pisses me off that a lot of people forget about val

and critique Val for never getting a life and following the tails of her brothers

but like do you not get the point of her character

she is the human representation of altruism and living for other people

like the reason her life revolves around other people is because that's who she is

she bends to no other will but her own

she not submitting herself to live someone else's life its a personal choice and her virtue to do so

THIS IS NOT HEADCANONS BY THE WAY IT IS LITTERALLY THE CANON AND I WANT PEOPLE TO SHUT THE FUCK UP AND STOP CALLING VAL A BADDLY WRITTEN CHARACTER

IM SORRY IF ITS PLAYING INTO A TROUPE OF WOMEN WHOS LIVES REVOLVE AROUND MEN BUT SHE HERSELF IS COMPLETELY INDEPENDANT AND LIVES BY HER OWN NEEDS AND WANTS, HER OWN NEEDS AND WANTS HAPPENS TO BE OTHER PEOPLE BUT SHES SACREFICING NOTHING

SHES ACTUALLY FORCING OTHERS INTO BEING BETTER PEOPLE EVEN THO THEY PERSONALLY HATE IT

I NEED YOU ALL TO UNDERSTAND

anyways enough about that

Val is a weeb

she had posters of anime characters when she was on earth

she would sneak in manga spoilers into demonsthes, especially if it was a manga peter was also reading

unlike Peter she hates k pop and ender sings it to her to piss her off

Val is like a sassy aunt towards ender and ender treats her like an older sibling that keeps barging into the room

very sibling dynamic with both her siblings, she dosent care about the fact they're world dominating leaders she sees them being idiots and calls them idiots and loves them dearly (ofcourse she loves ender a lot more as altruism dosent always comes with equality)

she gives people haircuts

she's super tall but enders taller (this does mean Peter is shortest of all the siblings and I find that fact hilarious)

she's really bad at cooking and made sure that if she ever got a husband he would do most of the cooking and cleaning

she values equal participation in projects but is more then ready to take on a leadership role

she's very flexible and unlike her brothers she is great at socializing

she reads constantly, ofcourse a lot of manga but also books in other languages that she manually translates using a dictionary

she really likes learning of different cultures and telling random facts about the world to others (and by others I mean ender, she talks to him a lot and vice versa)

she's emotionally intelligent but she dosent have the patience to say the things she knows is the right thing to say so she just ends up screaming the truth and letting it marinate as everyone around her is in tears asking her "I know what you're saying is correct but please stop screaming"

not ender tho, he just sits and listens and then agrees to it or add at it even if Val is getting real aggressive about it, he's calm and Val is impressed at his calmness

it's really hard to say stuff about Val without mentioned other people because her life so tightly revolved around helping them

I hope yall know that this isn't an inherently bad thing

she's atheist, and she's the only one in her family who is truely atheist. she personally dosent understand the concept of religion and thinks it's a bit silly

espicially when she gets to lustainia

she is a wine aunt but not a wine mom

she and her husband are both jokesters

Val is very funny

Val is like the comedian Taylor Tomlinson

she dosent like her mom always being a cheerleader but she herself is also quite the optimist

she's says things like "the world's gonna end tomorrow" and cheers everyone up

she hates corn, she will spit every kernel out one by one if the food has corn in it

this includes popcorn

never take her to the movies

she also has a really weird schedule

wakes up at 11am, does some stretches, goes eat lunch, does work, talk to ender for 3 hours, reads, exercises, eats dinner at around 2am, socializes with others till 5 then goes to bed at 6am

time zones fear her

she likes the cold, she loves snow

she likes having a fan on whenever she sleeps

her favorite food is pho (so is enders)

she wears the same thing every single day and she genuinely wears the same clothes as steve jobs

if you ever see me draw Val in anything other then a black turtleneck and jeans and I don't call it out that ain't me that's a skinwalker and I want you to kill it

her and her husband's relationship is actually really sweet

they compliment eachother like how you need salt in baking

also she just in general also brings out the best in people

she's just real nice if you ignore her impatience and lack of understanding

she dosent have a lot of empathy but she knows what will help you

she is warm and soft and comforting if you sit with her long enough to get used to the cold temperature of the room she's in

she's a born teacher, great at figuring out what her students need

she's also vegan, and forced ender to go vegan too

or it was the reverse

I cant make up my mind

this one's long cause I really like Val and I don't ever get enough Val content

if I were to rank my love for the wiggin siblings it would go ender most Val second peter last (like their parents actually JDKDKD) AND IM SO SORRY PETER FANS I JUST LOVE MY SARCASTIC PROFESSORS THAT ARE COMEDIC

also yes I belive that both Val and ender are both comedic and funny

I refuse to believe that ender is constantly depressed and is :| all the time

both of these kids are doing the Anya face half the time or laughing at a joke no one gets

Val tries to influence ender a lot and get him out of his low self esteem and self hatred

I mean she influences him a lot but sadly never got to fixing that issue

anyways yea that's my Val for yall

give more respect to this women she built her life in a way were she would be the happiest

GOD FORBID SOMEONE WANTS TO BE HAPPY AND HEALTHY IN THIS UNIVERSE

#enders game #ender’s game

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80pairsofcrocs · 2 years

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baby scarab || 47

anon - OKAY OKAY HERE ME OUT

New Baby Scarb Chapter but,

EXTREME ANGST

(Not forced) anyway I will your BS series! It’s so good!:) I personally love angst and there is so much potential with BS angst- like the ideas are running laps in my mind lol, again you’re such a good writer and I hope that one day I could be as good as you!:)

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anon - listen. HEAR ME OUT. im a sucker for deathfics. but, if the moonboys were to die id kms so what ab a NEAR death fic, like they were out on a mission or sumn and it went wrong

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anon - marc wakes up and sees y/n and casper making out then goes right tf back to bed

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anon - Can we get some more Casper content please? :)

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masterlist - marvel masterlist - series masterlist

A/N : angst? and fluff? idk

please enjoy, and don't be shy if you want to be in the taglist, just ask <3, sorry for the long wait

pairings : steven grant x (platonic)reader, marc spector x (platonic) reader, khonshu x (platonic)reader, jake lockley x (platonic)reader

TW : medicine (pills), spidey stuff, mentions of violence, language, nightmares, memory bank mentions, asylum mention, heavy mentions of child abuse, near death for major character, angst with a semi happy ending, making out :), the usual, let me know if i missed anything.

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“open the door, come on you know he didn’t mean it” steven lightly knocks for what feels like the millionth time.

steven was there alone, marc had a tantrum and completely freaked out so jake had to take him up to the roof to get some air.

“then why did he say it?” you exclaim from the other side, making steven sigh.

it broke his heart to see you like this, so angry and betrayed at something he knows marc didn’t mean.

he heard you sobbing into your pillow a minute later when he couldn’t answer, and that’s when khonshu decided to help by unlocking the door, letting steven inside.

steven took a careful step in, seeing you curled up by the wall with a pillow tightly held in your grasp.

he sat down on the floor in front of you, waiting patiently until you calmed down enough to look at him.

and when you did, he gasped silently when he saw how red your eyes were and the fact you had to bite down on your bottom lip hard enough to draw blood to keep from crying.

“..did he really think i was crazy?” you ask quietly and steven shakes his head.

“he’s never thought that” he starts. “he was just trying to deny the fact that he wanted to help you”

“maybe he’s right” you start, wiping the tears from your face. “maybe i am crazy”

“no, you’re not-“

“don’t even start with that. i have been taking medicine all my life so that i stay sane” you scoffs at yourself and wipe your nose on your sleeve.

“..what did you see in the memory bank?” steven asks hesitantly and you shake your head.

“i saw when marc called me crazy. and then a month later he regretted it” you tell him and he tilts his head.

“anything else?” he starts. “you should probably go talk to him-“

“his mother…” you start, making steven turn pale.

“she.. she hit him” you take a shaky breath.

“it wasn’t his fault” you say, your voice cracking at the end of your sentence.

“y/n, you need to-“

“wait why did i even see his memories? why was he looking at me like that when he woke up-?” you stop yourself and take another breath.

“he saw mine. didn’t he?” you rush to say, already getting up while steven puts a hand on your shoulder to steady your slightly swaying form.

you felt dizzy for a moment when you got up, and pat steven’s hand when you were better.

“what did he see? i-“

“darling please calm down, i-“

you grab steven by the shoulders. “no steven! i need to know what he saw” you grit your teeth and let go of him, muttering apologies as steven guides you outside your room.

“let me help you to the roof, i think you two need to talk” he says quietly and you nod, leaving the pillow in the middle of the living room.

~~~

“you don’t understand jake-“

“yes i do. i saw it. i was there” jake says shortly and marc scoffs.

“you’re weren’t there- you were just-“

“watching.”

“exactly- and i didn’t even think she was crazy- i- i just-“

the rooftops door opens, revealing you and steven, marc noticing how you shivered when the first gust of wind hit you.

you stood slightly in front of steven, who had his arm out behind you in case you chickened out to hide back down in your room.

he knew you needed to just talk it out with marc, and have him explain what exactly happened and what he was feeling when he said what he did.

jake claps marc on the shoulder before moving quickly past you and steven to go back inside.

you stare at marc for a second before steven ushers you forward, so you walk to marc while he takes careful steps to you as well.

he takes you in a gentle, one sided hug while steven nods to him and leaves as well.

“marc” you murmur, gently pushing him back so you could go sit on the couch steven had found a couple days back.

it was a rarely cloudy night in london, and there was a light breeze so you weren’t too hot or too cold.

“what did you see?” you ask him once he sits down next to you.

he thinks for a second before you ask again more firmly.

“marc. what did you see?” your voice cracks at the end of your sentence.

“your first home” he starts, and you gasp quietly. “and when you found out about your schizophrenia” he ends it quietly.

“they gave me back because they were scared” you take in a shaky breath, and marc shakes his head.

“they thought i was a freak. when they adopted me i was normal, but then… the doctors proved us all wrong”

“you’re not a freak”

“well six months ago you did” you glare at him for a second before looking away.

“you.. i- i thought the dinner went well so i guess i was just surprised”

“it did go well, i just need you to listen to me for a minute, okay?” marc asks and you look at him while nodding slowly.

“i only said that because i didn’t want to admit to myself that a teenager i talked to for three hours already grew on me” he begins and you listen patiently with a bit of guilt building up.

“i didn’t want you to be involved with us, because of all khonshus work but obviously that plan didn’t go so well” he gestures to you sitting next to him.

“..if you just told me-“

“no- y/n you don’t understand- after you got so upset when i snapped at you i couldn’t bring myself to do it again. even if it was to apologize” he explains and you gulp, nodding.

it’s quiet for a moment before he decides to speak again.

“and i saw.. one of your families” he starts quietly and you brace yourself, not knowing which one he saw yet.

“you were dragged into the basement and that’s when it flashed a couple years forward” he explains and it sinks in which family he was talking about.

“that man.. he- he brought you to an asylum” his voice almost breaks at the end of his sentence while you nod and look away from him.

“i’m sorry” he tells you and you look back to him.

“for what?”

“for not being there” he shakes his head and stops you replying by putting a hand up.

“i know there was no way of knowing- but i really wish i could’ve raised you” the beginning of his rant surprised you, being honest.

you had no idea they felt that way, well, marc at least.

“we aren’t blood but you’re my kid, and as your father i wish i could’ve seen your first steps- or heard your first words- anything- but that doesn’t mean i haven’t loved being with you for the time i have”

“if that makes sense” he finishes and you lean over so that you can give him a side hug and bury your face in his shoulder while he rubs your back with one hand.

“marc i.. i saw something i wish i didn’t” you change the subject.

you take your head off his shoulder to see that he’s looking at you with fear in his eyes.

“it was my mother, wasn’t it?” he asks quickly and you hesitate in nodding.

“just forget about it” he murmurs and you nod without another word.

by the way he said it, you knew he wouldn’t talk about it no matter how much it bothered him.

“it wasn’t your fault” you whisper, not caring if he heard you or not.

but he did, and it showed.

he looked to you, fighting the tears in his eyes.

he just nods stiffly and take a breath.

“what was it like there?” he suddenly asks, making you hum in confusion.

“the uh… asylum” he continues.

“it was.. it was weird honestly” you start. “i was treated like i would shatter into a million pieces if someone said the wrong thing to me”

“i went from one pill to two, and i was mildly sedated every morning and at lunch” you trail off, talking a bit quieter.

“i hate that i fit in perfectly in there” you nod to yourself.

“in your defense you could fit in anywhere. and do you know why?” marc asks and you shake your head.

“because you are normal. as normal as it gets when you get bit by a radioactive spider, anyways” he shrugs and you feel yourself smile.

“i’m sorry i got mad at you. i should’ve let you explain” you tell marc, who makes a face.

“don’t be, you had every right to be mad. and i.. i apologize for what i said” he apologizes and you smile even wider.

you move closer to hug him again when jake and steven come rushing out onto the roof panting.

“guys- khonshu-“ steven starts before there’s a flash and when you open your eyes, they are both gone and panicking- well, you can hear them panicking.

“are they back?” you turn to marc who nods.

“there must be a mission”

“let me come with you” you say to him and he tilts his head.

“i don’t think-“

“come on please! it’ll be good practice!” you exclaim, and he sighs tiredly as the suit envelopes his body.

“fine- just listen to me, okay?” he questions and you nod, your own suit forming along with the mask.

“you have to promise us” marc tells you sternly before walking to the edge of the roof.

“i promise- you think i would mess this up?” you ask rhetorically, marc cocking his head before jumping off the roof, you doing the same and following him by swinging while he basically flies.

it’s about fifteen minutes later when he lands, you doing the same and taking a couple deep breaths.

“where… where are we?” you whisper to marc, who was looking around at the tall tower you were standing on.

yes, you and marc have landed on a tall tower.

“just wait” khonshu says from where he’s floating before he disappears again.

“for what?” you whisper into thin air, you and marc circling around while looking for anything suspicious.

you heard one twig snap in the distance, making you freeze, and just before you tell marc six people basically spear out of no where, attacking both you and marc.

three people for each you and marc.

it was a mess of punches and kicks with trying to keep the guys off of you.

you got hit in the nose pretty hard, and a sharp dagger grazed your ribs a couple times.

you shot web after web at them, and it was only when you pushed the last one off the building that you heard a pained gasp.

you turned around so hard you almost got whiplash, and you see the last remaining person shoving marc off the roof, and you noticed something shiny sticking out of his thigh.

you yelled all their names at the top of your lungs, sprinting towards the person to shove them off as well and leaping off the top of the tower after marc.

he was falling faster than you, so you shot a web down towards him, barely reaching him before he hit the ground.

once the web stuck to his chest, you shot another one out to the side, sticking to the building, stopping both yours and marc’s movements as you hang there, keeping yourself from falling while making sure marc doesn’t either.

you strain your muscles as you try to keep you and marc from falling to your deaths, trying to sway marc back and forth to try and wake him up.

“marc! please- wake up!” you feel tears brim your eyes, the mask fading off of you as an idea forms in your head.

you slowly lower yourself down, until marc is as a safe enough distance to try and drop him as gently as you can.

and once you do you drop down yourself, then rush through the grass to check his pulse, making sure the healing armor was doing its job.

and it did, khonshu explained to you once how sometimes the shock of an injury could make the user pass out, so as long as he had the armor he would only heal a little slower than usual.

you sigh in relief as that quickly turns into anger, seeing the man you pushed off the roof trying to crawl away.

you saw a hint of a scale tattoo on his forearm, making you clench your jaw as you angrily stomp over to him.

you lift him up by his collar and see the amusement in his eyes.

“who sent you?” you ask darkly, getting confused when he chuckles.

“hello miss harrow” he chuckles more and you take one of your hands off his collar to punch him in the face as hard as you can.

“why are you here?” you ask him, holding your fist out to hit him again if he didn’t give you an answer you liked.

“for you”

another punch followed by you slamming him into the ground, being blinded by the color red while you beat the absolute shut out of this man.

punching and kicking and hitting until he takes his last breath.

and that’s when you freeze.

did you just kill that guy?

oh my god. you just killed someone.

you murdered a human being.

you blink, and when you open your eyes again you and marc are both back home.

“oh thank you khonshu” you whisper, moving to listen to marc’s heartbeat while he lays limp on the bed.

you wipe your tears and feel the suit leave your body, making you feel the ache of fighting.

you reach for your phone you left on the coffee table and dial the first number you found suitable for what you needed.

“y/n?”

“heyyyy buddy i need your help” you rasp out.

“it’s almost midnight- are you okay?” casper asks worriedly and you hum.

“just a little scraped up. you don’t have to-“

“no i’ll be there in five” he hangs up, making you scoff.

and literally five minutes later, there was a knock at the door, making you groan to get up and open it, revealing a worried casper you walks in.

“what happened? where does it hurt?” he asks you, stopping when he sees marc, a knife still embedded in his thigh.

“is he okay?” he asks shakily and you nod.

“yeah he’s fine it’ll just take a while” you answer, going to sit down on the couch.

he lets out a calming breath and gathers the proper items from the bathroom while you patiently wait on the couch.

“you really didn’t have to come all the way here” you start, casper sitting down next to you as he prepares an alcohol pad.

“i could’ve done this myself”

“you and i both know that you’re incapable of taking care of yourself” casper begins and you lift an eyebrow.

“that’s what i’m here for” he tells you smugly and you let out a breathy chuckle before he awkwardly takes another breath.

“where exactly are you injured? other than your obviously broken nose”

“my nose is broken?!” you exclaim, feeling you nose to realize it’s a bit crooked where it usually isn’t.

“don’t worry, it’s an easy fix- but where’s the blood?” he asks and you point to your abdomen before lifting your shirt up so that the three slices can be seen.

three clean slices, not too deep but enough to draw the sticky blood from underneath the skin.

casper’s focus though, was on the toned muscle of your stomach.

“when did you get ripped?” he asks and you make a face.

“that’s what steven said” you mutter before answering. “it was the spider”

casper nods and gently starts wiping the cuts clean with the alcohol pad, all while you look over at marc every couple minutes to make sure he’s still okay.

a lot has happened tonight. and very fast too.

casper finished cleaning the cuts and bandaging them expertly, so now you two were just sitting in silence until you broke it.

“what did i do to deserve you?” you ask out of the blue, making casper grin.

“what didn’t you do?” he retorts, making you smile as well.

it was like another flash, one moment you and casper weren’t even touching, and the next you were all over each other.

one hand in his hair and the other resting on his chest, where one of his hands was on the back of your head, gently pulling you towards him while the other rested gently on your waist.

you only broke apart to take a breath, and the second time you had to do that you decided to bring both your legs up to go on either sides of his, so that you were straddling his lap.

you deepened the kiss even more, each sides of your noses pressing against each other.

you felt casper gain confidence and swipe his tongue across your bottom lip, urging you to open your mouth.

you oblige without complaint, and the moment your tongues touch, you let out a quiet groan, letting whatever happened happen.

you felt casper slip his hand up your shirt, running his fingers along the healing cuts and scars from past injuries.

it was about to go further when you heard an annoyed groan, and that’s when you turned around to see marc making a face at you.

“i’m going the fuck back to sleep- jesus” marc mumbles, turning around and doing so.

you chuckle and press one more kiss to casper’s lips before getting off of him to go check on marc.

you gently lay a hand on his shoulder. “are you doing okay?”

“other than the knife inside me, yes” he mumbles, simply pulling it out and tossing it aside, the hole healing enough to not bleed out.

you sigh and nod, squeezing his shoulder as he drifted back off to sleep and you made your way back to casper.

“so” you start.

“where were we?”

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A/N : omfg i’m so so sorry my internet went out and i literally couldn’t even go on my tumblr for like 4 hours :(((

but hey i finished it and it’s very rushed so sorry about that but i hope you all like it <3

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