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rusty-phasma · 2 years

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Close to me.

A/n: this is the filthiest thing i have ever written, god is dead. Enjoy! Gif was made by @goodboyriddler also i named your baby Alexei lol.

Warnings: unprotected sex, always use protection stds are no joke, mommy kink and breeding kink if you squint, lactation and reader is a milf. If you feel like i should add more warnings please do let me know.

Neither Pierre nor you felt at ease with the servants taking care of Alexei, he was three months old and slept most of the time, only waking up to eat, usually you changed his diaper every six hours. You were scared about his sleeping schedule at first, expecting him to spend day and night crying, but were assured by the pediatrician that it is normal, he'll get like that when you change his diet, but for now he only drinks milk.

When Alexei was born, Pierre was sure he was so happy he'd die, and as the new born's swelling subsided he was very pleased to see that little Alexei Petrovich Bezukhov was a little version of his father with his mother's eyes. Now little Alyosha was also a lot like his father not only in size, having been born a little larger than babies are usually born and growing steadily, but in the way that he drank, he drank so much milk he'd start falling asleep but when you tried to pry him off your breast he'd wake up and keep on drinking. This would cause the milk flow to be quite heavy, usually making your breasts ache, and while you hated the soreness, Pierre and you had started making love again, and he absolutely loved the new volume you were sporting, he always loved your chest, he just couldn't help but to like it like this, so firm and full.

But it ached a lot, and as Alexei spent more than half of the day Sleeping the milk would sometimes leak, and it was uncomfortable to say the least, and tonight was not the exception, you were even considering not wearing a nightgown, you were going to stain it with milk anyway, you felt frustrated to say the least, and your husband ever the sharp man, obviously noticed, "are you quite alright my love?" He asked you sitting beside you, dressed for bed already; you sighed with a pout and turned to look at him "oh my dear, i am just so frustrated, i keep..." you blushed, feeling quite shy about it "staining my nightgowns, the milk gets cold and it is so uncomfortable, i can't sleep" he looked surprised "is it that much milk?" He asked, the question seemed dumb to you, but you understood he's a man, so he doesn't understand, so you got up from the bed and got in front of him, pulling on your 'fresh' nightgown, already a bit stained "i just put this one on" you said frustrated, he lifted his eyebrows "and how does the flow lighten?" He asked truly hoping to find a solution "well usually when Alyosha drinks, it lightens for a few hours but he is asleep and definitely not gonna eat, i bet he's still full, he drinks so much" then his face lit up and he looked positively devious "well my darling, since he is not here" he said trying to stifle an excited smile "perhaps i could lend a hand" and you looked at him as if prompting him to explain himself "i could ah" he said quite nervously "empty them" he finished, once you processed the word that left his mouth you blushed, you were not a virgin by any means, but the idea of breastfeeding your husband was totally different to what you have done with him so far, but you weren't really opposed to the idea, so you nodded shyly.

He helped you remove your night gown, kissing every bit of skin he uncovered with each button undone, at last letting it fall to the ground. He sat on the bed, motioning for you to sit on his lap, which you did, soon enough you were sitting on his lap, him kissing all over your neck, shoulders and collarbones, your hand in the back of his head, fingers tangling in his hair, he started his way down to your swollen and leaking breasts, licking your left nipple tasting the sweet droplets of milk letting out a sound of satisfaction "my darling it tastes so sweet" he said before taking your nipple in his mouth giving it a tentative and gentle suck, feeling the warm and sweet liquid fill his mouth, for some reason it tasted inherently you and Pierre was in heaven, this was so erotic, the mere idea of drinking you was enough to arouse him greatly, to him this was one of the most arousing things he'd ever done, mentally giving himself a pat on the back for having this brilliant idea, he was sure you could feel how hard his cock was and there was only one worry in his mind, were you enjoying this?

It was strange, different from when you breastfed your child, probably because of the knowledge that this was your husband who was suckling on your tit. It was well, arousing, and the feeling of the warm milk being sucked out of your tender breast heightening your arousal, lowering your gaze at Pierre who was now sucking a little more confidently, droplets of milk spilling out of the corners of his mouth and a look of utter satisfaction in his features and for some reason that turned you on further "you are doing so good my darling" you said, rolling you hips once which drew a loud moan out of him, making milk spill out of his mouth, you wiped it off with your thumb and guided his head back to your other breast and moaned when he started suckling on it, starting to roll your hips, grinding on his hard cock, he moaned around your tit but did not stop drinking from it "my darling, sucking so earnestly, are you enjoying it?" He let go of your breast with an obscene pop and whined "yes mommy" it took you both a second to realize what had left his mouth, you smirked and he went redder (if that's even possible) "i-i'm so-" he started to apologize but you cut him off with a chuckle "i'm happy you are enjoying yourself, my good boy, now empty mommy's tits will you?" He moaned and took one of your tender tits in his mouth making you moan, you were so wet it was unbearable and the poor friction you were getting from grinding against Pierre's hard on was dismal, so you had an idea, prying Pierre the same way you would Alexei from your breast cooed "oh my darling your cock is already so hard, does my good boy want to fuck mommy? Does my baby boy want mommy to help?" He let out a high whine and nodded "use your big boy words love" you softly scolded him and he began "y-yes mommy" and you smiled softly at him "that wasn't so hard was it?" You said getting off him so you could get rid of the clothes he wore as if they offended you.

Once he was naked you straddled his hips, lining the head of his member with the entrance of your cunt and slowly lowered yourself, making the both of you moan "now keep emptying mommy's tits my good boy" he didn't have to be told twice, taking your breast in his mouth and sucking like a man starved moving his hips to fuck into you, all hesitance and gentleness out of the window now, making you throw your head back in pleasure "Oh my darling, my good boy don't stop fucking mommy" you moaned, you really weren't gonna last long with how earnestly he was fucking you and suckling on your tit. His arms were tightly around your waist pulling you as close as physically possible, you were on cloud nine, the combination of sensations making you loose your mind, and then Pierre (regrettably) let go of your breast moaning "oh mommy, i'm cumming" you put your hand on the back of his head, pulling him in for a kiss, tasting yourself on him, when you pulled away he reattached himself to your breast "mmmh good boy, cum inside mommy" and it was all it took for him to release inside you, the warm feeling of his cum and his mouth on your chest making you go over the edge with a moan, cunt clenching and back arching. When he let go of your breast, you got off him carefully, both of you laying down, your head in his chest "i am so full" he said making you giggle "but i am glad to have helped" he said chuckling and kissing your head. Both falling asleep quite soon after.

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always-andromeda · 2 years

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Potatoes and Molasses || Alex Jones x GN!Reader

Alex Jones x GN!Reader

Word Count || 2,495

Summary || Going out at night and taking candy from strangers isn't exactly Alex's idea of a good time. But baking cookies and watching cartoons with his favorite person? That hits the spot.

Author’s Note || this one literally started with me being like "this guy needs to watch over the garden wall and be fed baked goods" and even though I have such a hard time writing pure fluff with little to no plot, that one thought was enough to birth this. enjoyyyyy.

Warnings || vague descriptions of Alex having trauma, tiny bits of angst, but mostly pure fluff!!

The first fallen leaf of fall leaves Alex anxious. But nothing really scares him. It's just another season, he reasons with himself. Another season that he'll need to get through. He'll smile at children dressed as princesses and superheroes and hand out candy at the door. And he'll try not to think of the teenagers that roam the neighborhood wearing rubber masks of fictional serial killers or plastic contoured to look like a devil's face covering their own. Because he's well aware that people don't need masks to be dangerous. No matter how nervous they make him...they're just kids. Just kids.

He was a kid once. It's hard for him to remember those times but he knows at its core that it's true.

He tries to think of that on Halloween night. Tries to grasp hard onto the end of some fleeting memory. One where the woman who'd raised him--his real mother--had thrown a sheet over him and taken him out. He was just old enough to feel embarrassed having his mother accompany him to a front door. But, otherwise, he wouldn't have gone up in the first place.

His feet stayed firmly planted at the end of the driveway, watching all the other children push past him and receive their sugary treats with no hesitation.

Then there's his mother's soft voice, "Come on, honey. They won't bite." As she held his tiny hand with a loose grasp, Alex wasn't amused at all to find that the man answering the door was dressed as a vampire.

Alex was glad that the ghost costume hid most of his worry. His big green eyes and furrowed brow were the only indication of the fear getting to him. He tried not to look at the fake blood that dripped down from the man's fangs and his shirt.

"Say 'trick or treat', Barry," he felt his mother's hand press into his lower back, urging him further on the doorstep. With the man coming closer, Alex put his brave face on. But the words wouldn't come out. He felt the wall between his words and his mouth grow bigger and bigger as the expectant stare became more and more pervasive. The bricks are thick and no amount of saliva on his dried up tongue could possibly soften the grout keeping everything glued shut.

He willed himself to just say the simple string of words. But they wouldn't come. They never would.

Instead, his mother says them for him and helps him hold out his bright orange candy bucket in the shape of a pumpkin.

"I'm sorry, he's just a little shy." His mother's tone is stern for a few seconds before she softens it again, just for him. "Let's go, sweetheart. We have a lot more houses to hit before the night is over."

That was his first and last proper Halloween before he was taken. Part of him wishes desperately that he had a better memory of it. But, in a strange way, he's mostly grateful for it. Because the people who took him didn't enjoy the holidays; not the way that they should be enjoyed. Having better memories of those times would've just been a slap in the face. No, he concludes, it's better that this time of year fills him with dread. It's better that he stay inside. It's better that he stays quiet this night; trapped in a strange sort of mourning.

But you don't let the story end that way.

A brand new chapter is marked by more orange pumpkins. Something that he takes as a form of mockery, though he knows that there's no way you'd know about it, let alone inflict that sort of malice upon him. Deep down, he knows you mean well when you urge him to help you stick the Halloween decals on the windows overlooking the front yard.

When he struggles to see the point in the little pictures and asks why you bother, you reply confidently, "The kids like seeing them. It tells them we're a good house." Then your voice lowers and you lean into him. As if you're preparing to tell him a secret, you whisper, "Besides, we can do fun things just for ourselves, right?"

Alex repeats that sentence over and over. The gel decals cling strangely to his fingers as he presses them onto the glass, reaching the taller parts of the window that you can't quite reach.

"We're making a picture that we get to look at every day, so make sure it looks nice." You say. So Alex arranges the nicest picture he can. There's a black cat, a witch, a haunted house, a bubbling cauldron, and a ghost all surrounded by spiders and pumpkins of various shapes and sizes. The one gel cling he avoids is the vampire. You give him a confused look at the remaining figure, alone on the plastic sheet.

You laugh lightly through your nose, "Should I get that one for you, Alex?"

He scrunches up his nose and shakes his head. "I don't want that one in the picture."

Shrugging with your shoulders, you pick up the sheet and take it along with the rest of the plastic packaging to the trash. "Can't argue with that." You conclude. No questions asked. It puts him at ease.

An ease that only sets in deeper as the golden light from the sunset streams through the window. He notices how it filters through in colored fractals that land on the carpet. Vivid purples, greens, oranges, and yellows flood his vision. He swears that he could watch it forever, only limited by time itself as the day grew later.

Eyeing him from across the room, you open up the recipe book on the kitchen counter in front of you. Your hand grazes the worn pages and quickly you find the familiar recipe. Just the illustration of the dessert makes you begin to smile. It's a simple list of ingredients and sparse instructions. Something you're sure you and Alex can tackle easily.

You call him to the kitchen, urging him over to look at the page. Alex sees the picture first: triangles of some sort of pastry covered in zigzags of glossy icing. Then he reads the header of the page: Pumpkin Turnovers with Cinnamon Glaze.

His head raises and he shoots you a quizzical look from behind his large frames. Cooking is still one of those newer things for him. Growing up on a diet of frozen TV dinners and whatever crockpot meals Holly had known how to make had left him close to inept with every appliance aside from the microwave.

Yet he still seems eager, running a tentative fingertip down the list of ingredients. He can't remember the last time he had something with pumpkin in it, but he can barely recall the flavor; something akin to a sweet potato and a dash of bitterness.

There's safety in your movements. You know exactly what you're doing, unwrapping the pre-made sheets of puff pastry and showing him how to cook down the pumpkin puree along with all the spices that nearly make him sneeze. Above all else, you're patient with him. There's no hand at the small of his back, pushing him along. It's comfortable.

You each spoon little scoops of the pumpkin paste mixture into the center of the pasty squares. He's careful to make sure not to overfill them, not wanting them to be unable to close properly.

Watching him put about a tablespoon in each, you chuckle a bit and lean closer to him. "You know you can put more in there, right? We want them bursting with the pumpkin."

Bursting. That's something else he repeats to himself. It's a word that takes a bit to warm up to him, but he likes it nonetheless. It's rich and indulgent and descriptive. It's a word that makes him want to be a little bit selfish. So he doubles up on the filling and by the end, he sticks the spoon in his mouth, completely cleaning the mixture off of the end.

It's just as good as he remembers it tasting; probably even better. And you just laugh. You laugh with him instead of at him, pointing out the little bit of pumpkin that managed to miss his mouth on the little journey.

Alex swipes the fallen bit of pumpkin from off of his chin and licks the glob off of his fingertip. He smiles, "That...is really good."

"It better be," you snort, "Because we're gonna have two dozen of these that we'll need to get through in the next week. I doubt we're going to have trouble with that, though."

Taking a step back, Alex admires yours and his handy work: two sheet pans lined with parchment paper, each holding a dozen pouches of autumnal bliss. Off to the side was a bowl of the glaze that would eventually be drizzled over the top of the golden pastries.

You stick one of the pans into the preheated oven and set the timer for fifteen minutes.

"How about we turn on something to watch while those cook? When the timer goes off you can go switch the pans out, yeah" You ask, staring at him expectantly. Alex gives you a firm, confident nod before letting you pass by him, heading to the living room.

You and Alex watch plenty of shows that are supposedly meant for children. For you, it's usually a wave of nostalgia and for Alex, it's usually an introduction to some new cartoon. This time is no different, yet, it's special. You carried lots of little seasonal traditions with you and somehow, Alex had always managed to miss out on this one: your yearly rewatch of Over the Garden Wall.

It feels different than most "kids shows" you've ever seen. Maybe because in a landscape of low budget CGI, lighting fast jump cuts, and mind numbingly boring storylines, this one embraces its artistry. All you can hope as you turn on the first episode is that Alex can find the same warmth and coziness in the tale of two brothers.

You watch his expression every few seconds, both excited and nervous to see his reaction at certain bits. In his own way, Alex can be a little animated, making dramatic faces that always delight you. When most people grow up, some part of them stifles those behaviors. Folks get older and for some reason, they decide they're too good for pure, unadulterated, happiness that overtakes their entire being. But not Alex.

That's one thing you love most about him, when he feels something, he feels it in its entirety.

Beep, beep, beep

The timer rudely blares, yet you're the only one who seems to notice it.

With his eyes practically glued to the screen in concentration, you don't have the heart to break it. It's rare to see him take to a piece of media so quickly and you wish it would happen more. It makes you happier than anything seeing him having moments like this. You've noticed how much more open he seems when his mind latches onto something of comfort.

Besides, Alex doesn't even notice you getting up to go check on the pastries before the timer goes off. You decide they need a few more minutes. You spend those minutes watching the back of Alex's head as he sits on the living room couch, neck slightly craned forward to he's closer to the television screen.

"So, let's small talk. My name's Greg. What's yours?"

"Beatrice."

"My brother's name is Wirt..."

"Who cares."

You swear you hear Alex laugh a little at the exchange between the eccentric young boy and the curt bluebird. It's not terribly funny, but the fact that Alex laughed at it makes you sniff slightly. Once the first batch is ready, you switch the pans around and reason with yourself that it's probably best for you to do the dishes now. You know that the second you sit down with a pumpkin turnover, there's a good chance you're not getting up again.

You look forward to having the night in. As much as you love handing out candy and counting up how many children come to the door in superhero costumes versus princess costumes, you have always had a hard time ignoring Alex's quiet hesitation. Holidays can be hard for him, you're well aware.

They're usually reminders and triggers of other little events, ones that you're sure he does his best to leave behind in the comfort of his therapists' office.

You try not to pry or pick at him. And you try to understand how some things might not come as easy to him. Yet, something about that is fulfilling to experience with him. Removing the heartbreak that you feel when you realize why he's so clueless to so many things, it's pure joy that runs through your heart. You love getting to watch his eyes light up when he discovers a new favorite. Whenever he tries something new. Hell, anytime he conquers a fear that you worried he'd never get over. You let him push himself, because at the end of the day, you know he can.

But as much as you like those moments, you like these too. You like the sound of him humming to himself when you call him out into the kitchen. You're absolutely sure he'd be more upset with you digging into the dessert without him over having him pause the show.

Right off the bat, you know he'll be repeating the song he heard in the show for days, maybe even weeks, to come.

Through a mouthful of flaky pastry, you ask, "Hey, what were you humming a minute ago?" There's a smile trapped in the corner of your lips; you know full well what the song was, but you wouldn't miss the chance to hear him sing it.

Through a mouthful of dessert, Alex sings in his enthusiastic, lilting voice:

“Oh, potatoes and molasses

If you want some, oh, just ask us

They're warm and soft like puppies and socks

Filled with cream and candy rocks!”

And by the time he finishes with the first verse, you join along, not caring about how you sound.

“Oh, potatoes and molasses

It's the only thing left on your task list

They're short and stout, they make everyone shout

For potatoes and molasses.” It's at this moment where Alex decides he can tolerate the holidays. As long as there are freshly baked desserts, cartoons, warm blankets, crooked smiles at little jokes, and off key voices to sing silly songs, he can be happy. No bloody vampire on the window or forceful hand at his back can shake him; for that hand has morphed into yours, handing him one more pocket of golden pastry, bursting with sugar and spice as you urge him back to the living room to finish the show.

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r0b1ns · 1 year

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THEY HAVE A NIGHTMARE

X MALE READER

Characters: detective Loki, alex Jones (platonic), bob Taylor

CW: nightmares, panic attack, ptsd

WORD COUNT: 700+

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DETECTIVE LOKI

The sound of Loki whimpering and mambling woke you up.

He was facing away from you and gripping the blanket. You didn't understand what he was saying, but it looked like another nightmare. You knew you shouldn't wake him up, last time you did it resulted in him pinning you down on your back and almost choking you.l, which wasn't very nice. Of course he felt guilty and distanced himself from you for almost three weeks. It took days to convince him you were ok and it was only an accident.

So you decided to go to the kitchen and bring him a glass of water for when he wakes up.

The floor was cold to your feet, and when you came back up Loki was standing by the window rubbing his face.

It was halfway opened and the night breeze came from it.

"Hey, I brought you some water" you said softly and handed him the glass.

He drank half of it and put it on the nightstand

"Sorry I woke you up"

"That's ok don't worry"

You came closer to him and wrapped your hands around his shoulders, kissing his spine and neck.

You both knew it was useless for him to apologize AMD make a big deal out of it, it never bothered you, so you went back to bed.

Loki wrapped his big hands around you in a spooning position, you could feel the heat radiating from him. It always calmed you down. He stayed awake until your breath evened out and only than allowed himself to close his eyes.

ALEX JONES

Since he came back he had tons of nightmares. When he woke up in the middle of the night he panicked and started crying. So you decided to start sleeping in the room next to his, so when he had a nightmare you would hear him and go calm him down.

It was three days since he last had a nightmare, but today you woke up again by the sound of crying and painful screaming.

You threw back your blanket and went to Alex's room. you sat on his bad and gently nudged him to wake up.

He bolted awake and the minute he saw you he crawled close to you and you wrapped your hands around him.

He was trembling and his face was sticky with tears, and he gripped your shirt so hard his knuckles went white. It was a cold night, and you rubbed his back until he calmed down.

"Hey it's ok, you're ok" you whispered to his ear and patted his soft hair.

You spend a few more minutes like this and than you tucked him back to bad

"Good night" you told him and kisses his forehead

"Good night" he whispered, you barley heard it. He almost never talked to anyone, except you. He sees you as an older brother, and feels safe around you.

BOB TAYLOR

You woke up from the cold surrounding you. It wasn't unusual to you waking up alone in the bad in the middle of the night because bob wasn't there. He almost never sleeps and when he does he usually wakes up from a nightmare and stays awake until morning.

He was very quiet, so you didn't wake up when he went downstairs.

You put on a shirt, as it was cold, and took the blanket with you. When you wend down the stairs you saw bob nervously trying to solve another maze. He always did this when he was having a panic attack, it was a habit.

You stepped closer to him, carefully, to not startle him "bobby, it's ok, you're here with me, ok?"

You sat down next to him and took the maze book away.

His hand were shaking and he was crawled up in a ball, hugging himself and breathing heavily.

You wrapped the blanket around both of you and hugged him close to you.

He crawled up to you and started breathing in sync with you.

"Everything's ok, you're alright" you whispered reassuring words to his ear and kissed his temple.

You stayed like this for hours, after he calmed down you were just saying random stuff. He liked listening to your voice.

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lovely--lover · 2 years

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Bath Time

This one has some angst in it, my apologies. Still read it though 🤭

Summary: In the hospital Alex would be cleaned with wet rags in his bed due to his body being in too much pain to move. So his first experience with a shower since...the incident would be with you.

💚Alex had been with you for almost 2 weeks now. You had continued the rag baths but it wasn’t the best method and Alex had begun walking around more. When you asked is he was still in pain he’d shake his head no. You thought it would be good to start incorporating more task. A shower would be a good place to start!

💚Letting the shower run you placed a hand under the water “We’ll let it warm up a bit” Alex began to shake staring with wide eyed when you turned to face him. “Alex what's wrong” reaching out to comfort him. The second your hand touched his arm he ran out of the bathroom

💚Without even shutting off the water you ran after him…already out of sight “Alex, I’m sorry, it’s okay…..please come back.” Wandering the house you gently called out to him only to be met with silence no indication of Alex. Panic started to set in.

💚Under the kitchen table, no. Behind the curtain, no. In his closet, no. Your eyes started to burn, holding back tears, where was he? Looking around his room unsure what to do do. You grabbed his plushie off his bed, holding to your chest, before dropping down onto the soft surface. A gasp could be heard….from under the bed.

💚You sat waiting for another noise, but it was silent, leaning over the edge of the bed you peered underneath. Eyes immediately connected with his before they darted away, “Alex” it was a sigh of relief.

💚You slid off the bed, laying on your stomach on the floor, copying Alex. Speaking softly “Hey Alex buddy what are you doing down there?….Could you come out?” He began shaking his head “No, no, no, no” breathing heavily on the verge of hyperventilating.

💚“Okay! Its okay you can stay there if you want” He looked so big in the small space but his face was scared like a child. What happened to him? Sliding your hand under the bed towards his, wanting to hold it, not just for his comfort but for yours too.

💚You became Alex’s caretaker knowing little of his background. He was kidnapped and abused for almost 30 years and then kidnapped again and tortured. You didn’t know the specifics. Unsure if you ever wanted to.

💚Alex retracted his hand before you could hold it forcing it under his chest out of reach. It was a trick so you could grab him, pull him out, force him into the water. Warm….to warm. He knew it!

💚Hot water all over his body, dark, he didn’t like it. You didn’t make it dark you were nice so why did you want him to go under the water. Slowly he was being transported back to that time reliving it all, he didn’t understand why. He tried to be good but he was always being punished he didn’t want it again. His thoughts were broken by you.

💚You couldn't hold back the tears anymore. All you wanted was to help Alex and give him the best life you could and it felt like it was falling apart. “I’m sorry Alex. I don’t exactly know what I did but I’m truly sorry.” If you were focusing you’d notice Alex was now looking at you “I know you’ve had a lot of bad things happen to you and I wish I could have been there to help you because you never deserved it. But I’m here now and I promise I will never hurt you or let anyone hurt you again. What can I do?”

💚You’re plea was cut short as Alex reached out encompassing your abandoned hand with his. Blinking away tears your eyes met his green ones a quiet voice speaking “No shower…no warm water” He was this terrified all because of a shower, poor Alex, what happened to you?

💚Gently you tugged his hand signaling him to come out from under the bed. The second he was free you wrapped your arms around him as we went stiff in your embrace “Okay no showers and no warm water I promise, okay” he slowly relaxed, awkwardly placing his arms around you, speaking into your hair “Okay”

💚Bath time was the only way Alex would end the night now. Taking him to the store you let him to pick out toys, bubble bath, and his own towel. He was hesitant at first “Pick whatever you want” he did. Alex eyes lit up grabbing rubber duckies and fish, the biggest container of bubble bath, and a towel set.

💚You look around the bathroom as you dry off. The dinosaur towel hanging up, pajamas laid out, colorful bubble bath on the shelf, and a basket of toys next to the tub. The space had ben filled with Alex and you couldn't help but smile

💚Opening the door Alex stopped rolling his cars and looked up at you “I’m done Alex it’s your turn I started running the bath. Do you want to come feel the temperature, make sure its alright.” shaking his head he entered the bathroom. Reaching out a shaky hand and felt the water “..colder”

💚“Of course I’ll make it a little colder. Did you want bubbles in it tonight?” turning around Alex already had the bubble bath in hand. “Not too much okay” Slowly he dumped in the bubbles until they covering the surface. He put the bubble bath back in pace before going to his toys picking out which ones to use for today and laying them out on the edge of the tub.

💚You curiously peeked at the toy selection for the night. A couple rubber fish, a boat, and a few cars. “Alright Alex do you need anything?” Shaking his head you took it as your signal to leave his voice stopping you briefly “Door?” you turned smiling at him “Yeah, I’ll be right outside the door.”

💚You could hear Alex splashing in the water making noises to accompany his playing. Smiling to yourself and going back to your book. “Y/N” you thought he wasn't going to ask tonight. Knocking gently on the door you called back “I’m right here Alex”

So far I have only written fluff so hopefully you guys didn't mind me trying something a little different. As always I hope you enjoyed it!

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danosrosegarden · 1 year

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Take Me Somewhere Nice - Alex Jones x GN!Reader (platonic)

Contains: descriptions of past trauma (nothing in specific) with comfort.

Note: for @puzzlekinq and everybody else who knows Alex deserved a good ending.

You didn't know much about your newest client, but the air seemed to be weighed down with bruised, aching hurt as he shuffled into your office. After years of being a therapist, there were some clients who you could simply tell had been stepped on and broken. You wondered what ghosts were flossing themselves in and out of the wrinkles of his brain, what demons were lurking in the shadows of his beating heart. What brought him here to you?

"Hello, Alex," you spoke softly as he sat down on the couch across from you. The soft swish of wind blew from outside the window. "How are you?"

He looked at you for a moment before his eyes bounced away. He nodded carefully. "I'm okay," he whispered, barely audible.

You'd looked over the files before he came in. You knew he wasn't a big talker. Would that make therapy difficult? There must be other ways to reach him.

"That's good," you nodded. "Do you know why you're here?"

He retracted back into the multiple layers of his clothing, shaking his head. You leaned forward and spoke with gentle warmness.

"We have to talk about bad, scary things before they can get better."

You heard him take a shaking, labored breath before he lifted a pale finger up and pointed over your shoulder.

"Is that chalk?" he asked meekly.

You turned around and looked at your table housing all your trinkets. "Yes, that's chalk. I got a big pack with a bunch of fancy colors. Sometimes clients and I will go draw on the sidewalk when it's sunny out."

He gulped once and rubbed the pads of his fingers together. "Can we?"

You stood from your chair and went to grab the bucket. "Let's go," you said with a grin.

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The sun beat down on your faces as you decorated the sidewalk. You watched Alex draw with a quiet concentration. He drew a field of blue flowers, a big ladybug, a cotton candy pink butterfly...but you were drawn to one design in particular. A maze, it looked like.

"Alex? What's this, right here?"

He looked up from his piece of chalk. His face seemed to drain of color as he toyed with an arm of his glasses anxiously.

"It's...it..." he stuttered for a moment before you stopped him.

"It's okay. You don't have to tell me."

He nodded. Maybe it was the sparkling sunlight blurring your vision, but you swore you saw the faintest smile cross his lips.

No, you didn't know much about Alex Jones. But you knew he could create gorgeous pieces of sidewalk art. You knew he would open up on his own terms, and you knew, in the midst of the glistening sunshine and the easy breeze whispering in the thin air, he could live safely and warmly once again. You imagined it for him: taking ahold of all the old, molding blood. Taking ahold of the withering rot and washing it away gently until his skin sparkled and squeaked, until his soul sighed and rested its eyes.

"One day at a time," you whispered aloud as you watched the sun bubble in the sky.

#Eli’s writing #Danonation #Paul Dano #Alex Jones #Prisoners #Alex Jones x reader #Alex Jones x you #Alex Jones x Y/N

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therealbattleangel · 2 years

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MASTERLIST

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- Klitz (The Girl Next Door)

First Day News - Klitz x GN!Reader (LINK)

Klitz goes to his English class on his first day and is welcomed by a new student

Relationship Headcanons - Klitz x GN!Reader (LINK)

What I imagine dating Klitz would be like

The Frosting Incident - Klitz x F!Reader (LINK)

Matt somehow talked his three friends Klitz, Eli and Y/N to go along with him to the porn convention to try again with Danielle.

Film Day? - Klitz x F!Reader (+ a little Eli) (LINK)

Eli is hanging out with Klitz and Y/N when Klitz asks him how his career of a porn director was and Eli informs him that he was having issues to which Eli then suggests an idea to Klitz and his girlfriend, Y/N.

Finals Week - Klitz x GN!Reader (LINK)

It is Finals week and Klitz is stressing himself out by studying like his life depended on it. Y/N could only think of one thing to get him to take a break.

Prom Night - Klitz x F!Reader (LINK)

Y/N is best friends with Klitz, Eli and Matthew and they manage to talk Y/N into going to prom along with them.

Klitz x Soft Aesthetic!Reader Headcanons (LINK)

Headcanons of what a relationship with Klitz would be if you have a soft aesthetic

Summer Heat - Klitz x F!Reader (LINK)

Y/N, Eli, Klitz and Matthew are hanging out on the hottest day ever. So hot that Y/N decides to take off her shirt

- Dwayne Hoover (Little Miss Sunshine)

Halloween Costumes - College!Dwayne Hoover x F!Reader (LINK)

It is Halloween and Dwayne and his girlfriend Y/N are getting ready.

- The Riddler (The Batman 2022)

Late Night Waitress - Dano!Riddler x F!Reader

Chapter One (LINK)

Chapter Two (LINK)

Edward shows up late one night to his favorite diner and while there, he meets a new puzzle he wants to solve

Creepy Stalker Guy - Dano!Riddler x GN!Reader (LINK)

Edward has always found Y/N beautiful, especially when they sleep. But one of these nightly trips over to Y/N’s apartment ended badly... Or did it?

A Good Show - Dano!Riddler (Edward Nashton) x F!Reader (LINK)

Edward has slowly become obsessed with Y/N to the point that he put cameras all over her apartment so he could watch her all the time. But one night he realizes there is another thing he could use those cameras for.

- Brian (Fast Food Nation)

A Frozen Coffee - Brian x GN!Reader (LINK)

Y/N realizes after a late day of work, they need some fuel. So they stop at Mickey’s but while there, a group of jerk jocks start making Y/N very uncomfortable, leading Brian to help the only way he knows how.

The Partner Project - Brian x GN!Reader (LINK)

Y/N was always rather quiet and kept to themselves. Brian hated almost all humans and despised school. What happens when they are put together for a partner project?

Quiet Time - Brian x GN!Reader (LINK)

Y/N has always been a very quiet person, always staying to themselves. That was until they met Brian, who felt the same way. But for some reason, they both felt comfort in each other.

- Eli Sunday (There Will Be Blood)

Stupid Man - Eli Sunday x F!Reader (LINK)

How does Eli's wife, Y/N, coming back home home covered in dirt and mud?

- Alex Jones (Prisoners)

The Beginning (Headcanons) - Alex Jones x GN!Reader (LINK)

Alex’s mother decides, shortly after the events of Prisoners, to get Alex Jones a helper to stay with him and help him get to a better place. That is where you come in (PURELY PLATONIC)

Shopping Day - Alex Jones x GN!Reader (LINK)

Y/N has been working as Alex's live-in caretaker for a while now and today, they need to go to the grocery store.

- Jay (Okja)

Jay's Meltdown - Jay (Okja) x GN!Reader (LINK)

Y/N is Jay's partner and they like to take care of the members of ALF, acting as a sort of nurse for them. But what happens when K gets beat up and kicked out by Jay?

- Brian Wilson (Love and Mercy)

Wouldn't It Be Nice - Brian Wilson x F!Reader (LINK)

One day, Y/N's boyfriend Brian comes home early to show her a song that they had just finished, telling her to listen to the lyrics.

- Pierre Bezukhov (War and Peace)

Count Bezukhov - Pierre Bezukhov x F!Reader (LINK)

Pierre just inherted his dead father’s fortune which includes his extravagant estate. The estate also came with the workers that were already working there before his father’s death. One of those workers was a beautiful maid by the name of Y/N.

An Arranged Marriage - Pierre Bezukhov x GN!Reader (LINK)

Unbeknownst to Pierre and Y/N, their respective parents arranged them to marry even though Y/N is still angry at Pierre for leaving them without letting them know how he was.

Hard Time Adjusting - Pierre Bezukhov x F!Reader (LINK)

Pierre had only been married to Y/N for about a week when she has another sleepless night and confesses to Pierre that she is having a hard time adjusting to the rich lifestyle. But Pierre knows how to make it all better.

- Percy Dolarhyde (Cowboys and Aliens)

The Bar Owner’s Daughter - Percy Dolarhyde x F!Reader

Chapter One (LINK)

Chapter Two (LINK)

A very drunk Percy discovers a fellow drunk who is hitting on the bar owner’s daughter, the same woman who Percy is in love with.

His Return Back - Percy Dolarhyde x F!Reader (LINK)

When Percy comes back to earth, his wife Y/N is unbelievably happy. But when she realized that Percy has forgotten who she is as well as who he is, something has to change.

- Nick Flynn (Being Flynn)

You Look Beautiful - Nick Flynn x F!Reader (LINK)

Y/N never really went to bars. But it was at a bar that she met Nick and that night turned out to be one of the best nights of her life

- Joby Taylor (For Ellen)

The CD Shop - Joby Taylor x GN!Reader (LINK)

It was just like any other day working at the CD shop for Y/N before a mysterious rocker comes in and “rocks” their world.

The Bar Gig - Joby Taylor x F!Reader (LINK)

Joby had another performance with his band at a crappy bar when he bumps into the most beautiful woman he has ever seen.

- Thaddius (The Ballad of Jack and Rose)

The Treehouse - Thaddius x GN!Reader

Part One (LINK)

Part Two (LINK)

Y/N sees classmate and friend Thaddius smoking once again outside of the school. After a brief talk, Thaddius asks Y/N if they want to see something cool.

- Louis Ives (The Extra Man)

An Off Day - GN!Louis Ives x Transmasc!Reader (LINK)

Y/N had a long day at work and comes home to see his partner, Louis, crying in front of a mirror.

Beautiful Red Dress - Louis Ives x GN!Reader (LINK)

Louis has always wanted to wear a dress but he is scared that his desire will end with Y/N, his partner, leaving him. But he can’t keep the secret for much longer.

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creepling · 1 year

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looking for keller - reader x alex jones (platonic)

synopsis: the reader has a vengeful spirit towards keller for what he did to barry. reader visits barry at the hospital and begins to have a change of heart.

word count: 945

cw: cursing, descriptive injury, angst

I don't know why I showed up at the hospital. It wasn't wise of me; they were just kids. They had nothing to do with this. But that shithead hasn't been seen in over a month. The motherfucker disappeared overnight. The detective might've been finished, and the family may have been at peace, but I was not. Alex lay in his hospital bed, suffering swelling, first-degree burns, severe blood loss; you name it. He was on the brink of death, and for what? Being a victim? Some guy decided almost to kill him because he didn't know the whole story, and I'm not letting that slide.

"What are you doing here?" Detective Loki spotted me in the waiting room.

I got up from the seat and approached him. He took a few steps back. The anger must have been showing in my face, oozing out of my glare.

"Have you heard anything about Keller?"

"Come on. The case is over. Barry is safe now," Loki said.

"Really? You call Barry's condition safe? He'll be more traumatised now than the time he spent with those freaks," I raised my voice, "He was gonna fucking die!"

"Well, he ain't dead, is he?" Loki snapped, immediately recoiling back. I could have killed him on the spot. I really could.

"Look... We're looking for Keller, okay? His wife filed a missing person's report, and once he's found, he'll have to go into questioning. And my bet is he will be convicted of charges due to the evidence we have piled up. He'll get what's coming to him," Loki assured.

Keller never realised he started a chain of vengefulness with his actions. He beat up Barry to find his daughter. Now I was going to get him for hurting him. Wherever he is, I'll find him. He could be right under our noses for all we knew.

"I trust you'll do your job well, Detective," I said, stepping further away until I was leaving. Loki only made eye contact once I turned a corner down the hall.

Alex was stirring in his bed when I arrived. He was in another hospital on the other side of town. Mrs Milland sat by his side, a melancholic look on her tired face. When she was reunited with her son, I found it challenging to explain my connection with him. He was like a brother to me. I tried my best to protect him. She never blamed me for what happened to him. She said, "We can't all play God." But I blamed myself. I should've been there for him.

"Do you want a moment alone with him? I'll go get us some food," Mrs Milland said, patting my shoulder on the way out.

"Barry?" I called. I approached him by his bedside, taking his hand into mine. My touch made his eyes flutter open to the best of his ability. They were still swollen, and he found it hard to see. He knew who I was from my voice, flexing his soft grip on my hand.

The sight of him was hard to witness. My eyes grew warm, and tears began to drip down my cheeks. I quickly wiped them away, taking a big inhale of air, trying to hold them back. My jaw quivered, and I squeezed my eyes shut. Before I realised it, I was crying in Alex's arms.

"I'm so sorry . . ." I sobbed, "I'm sorry, Barry. I tried to find you, I . . . had to find you,"

Alex was too weak to comfort me. I didn't expect him to do anything. How selfish of me to cry when he was in this situation. If I found him, saved him, killed the son of a bitch that hurt him, he would not be broken. I sniffed back my tears; my eyes glared at the mid-air.

"I'll kill him. I'll kill that fucker for what he did to you," I muttered, my voice like venom.

Alex began to open his mouth, struggling to speak. I leaned in closer so I could hear him. His vocal cords croaked. I was there patiently.

"Don't . . . Hurt . . . Anyone,"

I extend my head back, studying his face. His grip on my hand tightened, but his thumb soothingly stroked my fingers.

"He . . . Needs . . . Child,"

I put the pieces together in his speech. Don't hurt anyone. Keller needs his child. Does he mean I shouldn't hurt him so he can be with his kid?

"Barry, he hurt you. He nearly killed you. I- I can't let that slide,"

I saw a glint through his swollen slits as I stared into his eyes. He shook his head as gently as he mustered and stroked my hand.

"Let go," He muttered. Talking began to drain his energy. He rested his head deeper into the pillow, closing his eyes completely. I sat there for a moment, pondering his words. Tears fell from my eyes again, but I was too deep in thought to sob. He didn't want me to hurt Keller. He practically begged me not to. He used the little energy he had to tell me that.

"As you wish," I whispered, planting a small kiss on his forehead.

That night I stayed by his side. I never let go of his hand. I planned to hunt for Keller that night. I even had the weapons to equip me in the back of my trunk. Instead, I did what Barry wished. I let go. Of my anger, my rage, my thirst for revenge. Instead, I stood by his side because I would never let go of him.

#alex jones x reader #barry milland x reader #prisoners 2013 #danonation #paul dano

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littleoddwriter · 2 years

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Anything alex Jones plz

Sleep | Alex Jones/Barry Milland & GenderNeutral!Reader (Platonic)

Hi there! Thanks for the request, I hope you like this story. :')

summary; Barry can't sleep and asks to come over so he can sleep at your place.

notes; Gender Neutral!Reader; Platonic Relationship; Fluff; Sharing a Bed; Short Fic.

When you told Barry that he could call you at any given time if needed, you certainly hadn’t expected him to be calling you at three AM.

Startling awake to hearing the phone ring, you rolled over in bed, turned on the lamp on your bedside table and picked up.

“Hello?” you asked with your voice still thick from sleep, as you rubbed your hand over your face to get rid of some of the fatigue.

“May I come over?” Barry asked and you didn’t have to look or have him tell you that it was him, because you could clearly hear it. His soft, rather high-pitched voice was unmistakable.

“Right now?” you inquired, sitting up and swinging your legs over the edge of your bed. “Barry, what’s wrong?”

“I can’t sleep,” he simply answered.

“Yeah, all right. You can come over,” you told him after a second.

This was certainly not how you expected to spend your night. Especially when the line clicked, meaning Barry had disconnected the call, and maybe a moment later your doorbell rang.

Checking your appearance in the mirror, you shrugged, it wasn’t like he cared what you looked like; and then you walked over and opened the door for him.

“I tried to sleep in the RV, too. But it didn’t work,” Barry explained how and why he was already here.

“That’s okay, Barry. Maybe you’ll be able to sleep here,” you said, letting him come inside and take off his jacket and shoes. “Do your parents know you’re out? Otherwise I’ll send them a text about it, all right? Just in case.”

You didn’t want to admit it out loud to him, because it was always a touchy subject for obvious reasons, but you knew that if his parents didn’t know that he was with you, they would be terrified that something had happened to him again. Sometimes Barry didn’t really think about these things and so you rather asked to make sure, than to wake up with a hundred worried calls from Mrs Milland.

“They know. I accidentally woke up my mom.” He looked slightly embarrassed at that and you sympathised with him.

“Make yourself at home, like always,” you told Barry, walking further inside, as he followed you quietly. “I’ll get the sofa bed ready for you.”

Nodding, Barry went into the direction of the bathroom first.

All the while, you got out some bed sheets, a blanket, and a few pillows from your stash and turned the sofa into a bed for him to sleep on for the night. This wasn’t the first time he’s slept over very suddenly because he couldn’t sleep; although usually it wasn’t three AM.

Barry sat down on his bed when you were done and looked at you. It was hard for you to decipher what his expression meant, but you could already guess what he might have wanted.

“You don’t wanna be left alone now, right?” you asked to be sure.

He shook his head in answer, confirming your suspicion.

“Okay then, move over,” you said, “I’ll just go grab my blanket.”

Once you were back, he was pressed into the backrest of the sofa bed, making space for you to fit into. You laid down beside him and turned onto your side to look at him.

“What do you need, Barry?” you asked eventually, knowing that he always needed something to help him fall asleep on nights like this.

Without a single word, Barry pulled his sleeves up and showed you his forearms expectantly.

Nodding, you smiled at him, “Okay.”

Then you raised your hand and started drawing patterns on his forearms with your index finger. You drew butterflies, all kinds of geometric shapes, wrote some words, anything that came to your mind. You could practically feel him relax more and more with each little drawing, until he fell asleep at last.

With a tiny smile on your lips, you stopped and carefully removed his glasses, which he’s forgotten to take off before apparently, and put them aside.

Soon after you drifted off to sleep as well.

#i was looking for platonic prompts to help me come up with sth -#- and i saw 'drawing on the other one's arm during class' (loosely rephrased) and so this happened #because why not #gender neutral reader #gender neutral reader insert #gender neutral y/n #alex jones #alex jones x reader #barry milland #paul dano #danonation #prisoners 2013 #platonic relationships #fanfiction #fanfic

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elliebean714 · 2 years

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It's Only A Movie

Alex Jones/Barry Milland x GN!Reader (Platonic)

Fluff, Some Angst With Comfort

Pt1 Pt2

Summary~ He Gets Spooked Whilst Watching A Movie With You, You Help Him Feel Better

AN~ A friend personally requested this. This for you girl😘 He's so precious omlllll🥺💕💖 i made Alex chubb chubb in this because he absolutely would be. Credit to Drew Gooden for the title name lol. Sorry this is kinda short

Later that night, Alex asked to watch a movie with you. You were happy to oblige, showing him a catalogue of kid friendly movies, he began to look through all the colourful posters and fun names whilst you made popcorn and poured him a glass of apple juice.

"This one." He tells you, his voice barely above a whisper, you put the movie on and place his juice and the popcorn on the coffee table ahead of you both. You know Alex is still wary of any physical touches, you sat beside him, but left a considerable amount of space in between you both so he'd be comfortable.

You look over to Alex every few minutes to make sure he was alright. One time, you see that he's staring at the popcorn bowl hesitantly.

"It's okay, you can have some if you want." You reassure him, he smiles very lightly, mumbles his gratitude before carefully picking up a few pieces. You follow after him, taking less as you know he likes to eat a lot more than you.

When Alex drank all his juice, you left him alone to quickly refill his glass. He still didn't like being in rooms alone, scared of something bad happening, to himself or to you, so you always left the doors open and tried to stay where he could see you.

You carefully placed the glass on the table ahead of him but he was too enthralled in the movie to notice. You smile, glad he's found something that makes him happy.

Around an hour into the movie, a snake like creature appeared on screen, Alex recoiled in fear, whimpering quietly, his breath hitched and tears began welling in his eyes. He slowly moved closer to you, seeking your comfort.

"You okay?" You ask him softly. He shakes his head, you knew the important details of his past, things to avoid, but there were somethings he hadn't told anyone, you guessed snakes were one of them. "Hey, it's alright." You comfort him, before quickly pausing the movie, he continues to shuffle closer to you. "It's over, okay, it's over."

"Sorry." He mumbles, wiping his eyes on his sleeve.

"It's alright Alex, it's okay. Dont worry. Take your time. I'll be right here, let me know if you need anything okay?" You calm him with your gentle voice. He mumbles something unintelligible, beginning to fidget with his fingers. "I'm sorry, can you repeat that please?" You inquire softly, not wanting to pressure him.

"Can we cuddle please?" He asks a bit louder. You nod, opening your arms. He quickly maneuvers himself into the safety of your hold.

You'd be lying if you said his reaction didn't suprise you. Since you had began caring for him, physical touch always upset him, even with a warning, he'd always showed distress when touched. So being asked to cuddle brought you an immense amount of joy, you were so happy he felt safe with you.

"Thank you." You heard him whisper against you. "I'm happy you're my best friend."

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jayfortheday · 2 years

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Rediscovery (Prisoners, 2013)

Pairing: Alex Jones/Reader (platonic), David Loki/Reader (platonic or romantic)

Word count: 2847

Description: Y/N gets a call from detective Loki that Alex has been found after six days of being missing. They quickly rush to the location the detective gave. There, they discover Alex, and Y/N and Loki take him to the hospital.

Tags: Blood, injury, hurt/comfort, GN!Reader, mostly platonic, third person

A/N: This is a readapted story that I wrote for my own OC. I successfully removed the name to replace with Y/N, and I'm pretty sure I got all the pronouns, but there may be slight inconsistencies, please forgive me :(

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Y/N sat at their desk, their head resting on their closed fist. The screen of their phone, which lay a few inches from their arm, lit up as the phone began to ring. Y/N stared at it for a minute, processing the ring and reading the caller ID. The ID indicated that it was Detective David Loki calling. Y/N dreaded hearing from the detective, not because they disliked him but rather because he never bore good news.

Y/N took a deep breath, opened the phone, and raised the receiver to their ear.

“Hello, Y/N speaking,” they said monotonously. The greeting was redundant. They knew who was calling and Detective Loki knew who he was trying to reach.

“It’s Alex,” the detective said over the phone. Y/N froze in their seat. They had been waiting for news on Alex from the minute they knew he was missing. They knew they weren’t ready to hear something bad had happened to him, so they prayed the news was he had been found.

“Y/N, we found him.” Y/N felt a lump in their throat rise. Someone heard her prayer, this world wasn’t as awful as they thought because it had allowed Alex to be found. Y/N prodded the detective for the address, which he reluctantly gave. Y/N knew that Loki didn’t want them there, he thought they would interfere with what the police were trying to do, but they didn’t care. There was nothing in this world right now that could stop them from seeing their friend again.

Y/N had been praying for six long nights that Alex would be found. The adrenaline of the situation coursed through their veins as they ran outside. They shoved their keys into the ignition and turned the engine on quickly. Y/N raced to the address Loki had provided. They ran stop signs and red lights, they ignored right-of-way, and when they arrived, jumped out of her car before it had a chance to completely stop.

By the time they arrived, they were already crying. Hot tears streamed down their face and they ran to the entrance of the decrepit building, now surrounded by officers. One reached out his hand to stop them from going further but they quickly ran past it. As soon as they entered the building, Y/N called out.

“Loki! Alex!” They frantically called out for either man. They ran up the set of stairs in front of them as they could hear officers bustling above them.

Just as they reached the top, Detective Loki stood in front of them. Y/N tried to stop but their momentum propelled them forward into his chest. He stumbled slightly with their force but still stood his ground. As they stood still, Y/N’s tears were still streaming down their face and their breathing was quick and ragged. Loki wrapped one of his arms around their shoulders, holding them to his chest. Y/N could hear his heartbeat clearly, it was surprisingly level.

“I need you to calm down before I can let you go in there, Y/N,” Loki whispered. Y/N knew they shouldn’t bust in and see Alex while they theirself were panicking, but they felt they had gone too long without seeing their friend. They tried to push past Loki but he stood firm.

“Loki, please,” Y/N looked at the detective with pleading eyes. “Please, I need to see him.” Loki looked at them with a slight sorrow but didn’t waver.

Y/N took a shaky breath, this time deeply, trying to steady theirself. They knew they couldn’t force their way past Loki, so they had to calm theirself.

“David, please.”Y/N only called the detective by his first name if what they were talking about was truly important. This was one of three times they had called Detective David Loki by his first name, two of those instances now concerned Alex. The other was part of their introduction.

Loki looked Y/N in the eyes carefully, almost examining them.

“Alright,” he said. He walked ahead, motioning for Y/N to follow. They rounded a couple of corners and came to a small room in the middle of a hallway. Loki looked inside the room and motioned his head to the left, indicating to whoever was inside to vacate for a short while. A couple of officers walked out of the room and towards where the others were congregating. Loki then stepped aside and allowed Y/N to enter the room.

Upon looking into the room, Y/N’s heart sank. It became abundantly clear why Loki had wanted them to be calm before they went to Alex. The room was a wreck, more so than the rest of the building. On the wall, a smashed porcelain sink rested. The pieces had been pushed to the side and dust was covering the floor. Screw marks were visible in the wall near the shower, but Y/N couldn’t imagine what they could be from. The only window in the room was smashed and covered with cheap wood. The room has been dissected and broken apart, but the worst part was the man who sat crumpled on the floor.

Alex sat leaned up against the wall. Pain was written on his bloody face as he tried to adjust himself to a comfortable position. Y/N approached cautiously.

“Alex,” they said quietly. Alex looked up at her, but his eyes were half-closed and his glasses were gone and Y/N wasn’t sure he could make them out.

“Alex, it’s Y/N.” They kneeled down close to him. They weren’t close enough to touch him, but they could feel his body heat radiating off him. Upon closer inspection, Y/N could more clearly make out the injuries Alex had sustained.

Alex’s nose was clearly broken and they could see one of his front teeth was missing. His face was severely bruised and the areas around his eyes were red and tender looking. Various cuts covered his face and body. Burns were also visible on his arms and body. Y/N audibly shuddered as they looked at him.

“Alex, I’m-I’m so sorry,” Y/N whispered to him, gently resting their hand on top of his. They held back any pressure as best as they could, only touching enough to let him know they were there.

Despite what they anticipated, Alex turned over his hand and grabbed Y/N’s. He leaned towards them so he was folded towards their chest. Y/N brought up their other hand and softly rested it on Alex’s head, leaning forward enough that his head touched their collar bone. They were careful with their movements, slowly and gently enough that Alex could pull away whenever he wanted.

The image of Alex’s face popped into Y/N’s head again, so beaten and bruised. A small detail suddenly presented itself. Where were Alex’s glasses? Y/N hadn’t seen them around and Alex wasn’t wearing them. It was such a small, insignificant detail, but one that caused an indescribable sadness to claw at Y/N’s throat. Y/N pulled away from Alex to look him in the face.

“I’m gonna go talk to Detective Loki real quick, I’ll be just in the doorway, I promise,” Y/N said to Alex, pulling their hands away from him to rest them by their sides. Alex looked at them sadly and nodded. Y/N stood up and walked towards Loki, careful to stay in Alex’s line of sight.

“Loki, can we please get him out of here? I don’t want him to have to spend any more time here than he has to,” Y/N said to Loki as they looked into his eyes. Loki looked at Y/N and then to Alex.

“Yeah, we can go, you just need a police escort. I can go with you,” Loki responded. Y/N nodded and walked back to Alex.

“Can you walk,” Y/N whispered to Alex, scanning his legs with their eyes. Alex also looked down at his legs and shook his head slowly.

“That’s ok, I got you, man,” Y/N said quietly. “I can carry you to the car. God knows that’s the least I can do.” That last sentiment was definitely about the helplessness they felt in this situation. “Let me know if I’m hurting you,” Y/N said as they put their hands under Alex’s knees, preparing to pick him up.

After a couple of soft exclamations of pain from Alex and subsequent readjustments from Y/N, they finally found the correct position to pick up Alex. Y/N lifted the man with ease. Y/N didn't usually describe theirself as strong, but Alex’s weight was almost natural on their arms. Y/N turned around and started walking towards the door frame. Detective Loki moved out of the way to let Y/N by. They could see the corners of his mouth turn up slightly as he exhaled softly from his nose.

As Y/N navigated out of the house, they made sure their movements were careful and calculated. They didn’t want to risk tripping or dropping Alex. They could hear Loki following close behind them. Before long, they reached the door to the outside. they adjusted theirself slightly to fit through the door and resumed their original position once they had passed through. As they were walking, Alex had turned his face into Y/N’s neck but they could see his eyes were still open. They suspected he was simply hiding his face from the many strangers surrounding the building.

Y/N turned towards Loki to speak to him.

“I brought my car here, but we can take yours if that's more comfortable for you, or I could just follow you,” Y/N said to Loki. Right now, Y/N didn’t care about much, all they cared about was making sure Alex was safe.

“We can take mine,” Loki said. “I can bring you back here some other time to get your car.”

“Thank you,” Y/N smiled at him.

Loki led Y/N to his car, unlocked it, and opened the back passenger seat for them. He then walked over to the driver’s seat and got into the car. Y/N bent over and carefully set Alex into the car. They then buckled him in, careful to avoid hurting him or agitating any injuries. After they assured theirself that Alex was situated, Y/N got into the seat next to him and buckled theirself in. After checking that both had their seatbelts, Loki turned on the car and set off towards the hospital.

Y/N wanted desperately to help Alex. She wanted to make his pain go away, for all of this to be a bad dream. These things, though, were not things she could remedy. Treating Alex’s injuries would have to be left to the doctors at the hospital and these long six days would likely always be a stain in Alex’s mind. Y/N knew words couldn’t do anything now, so instead, they picked up Alex’s hand and held it to their chest. This was the only way they knew how to say what needed to be said. They would never know if Alex truly understood.

Alex’s body was turned towards Y/N. He leaned his head against the headrest of the seat and closed his eyes, his breathing slowing.

“Hey,” Y/N said quietly, but Alex didn’t react. “Hey,” they said louder, not uncomfortably so but volume raised nonetheless. Alex sprung his head up quickly, and even Loki turned to look back. Y/N huffed slightly. “I’m sorry. I know you’re tired, bud, but just stay with me ‘till we get to the hospital, ok?” Alex nodded, he leaned his head back to the headrest but kept his eyes open and on Y/N.

“We’re almost there, Y/N. Don’t worry,” Loki said, still looking back. Y/N nodded back at him. Despite the ride to the hospital being only around 10 minutes, it felt like Y/N had been in the car for hours. Y/N could feel tears falling down their face again, this was all just too much. Alex reached out and rubbed one of the tears from their face with his thumb.

“Sorry,” Alex said, his hand still on Y/N’s face. Y/N leaned slightly into his hand. “You didn’t do anything wrong here, Alex. You’re not the one I’m upset with.” Their words were calm, but a certain bitterness was in their last sentence. They were still very much upset, just not with Alex.

As they finished speaking, the car turned into the hospital emergency lane. Loki had parked on the outside of the lane to allow other cars to access the lane as well. Loki turned the car off and got out of the driver’s seat.

“Alright bud, let’s do this again,” Y/N said, sliding their hands under Alex’s knees, now more familiar with the spots that hurt the least for Alex. Y/N pulled Alex into their lap and opened the passenger door. They carefully stepped out and then stood to their full height. They quickly walked to the hospital entrance. “Let’s go fix you up,” Y/N said to Alex as they walked into the hospital.

“Oh, crap,” called one of the doctors sitting in the ER. Not many other people were in the emergency room that day. Many beds were free and multiple doctors were just sitting around. The doctor that called out grabbed a wheelchair and ran over to Alex and Y/N. Y/N carefully lowered Alex into the wheelchair. He winced and quietly exclaimed in pain as he sat in the chair. Y/N heard the sounds of the doors behind them opening as Loki entered.

The doctor then went behind the wheelchair and started wheeling Alex to one of the open exam rooms and Y/N went to follow. One of the other doctors ran up to Y/N and stopped them with his arm.

“I’m sorry, but you aren’t allowed to follow the patient into the exam room,” the doctor said with a level voice.

“What, no, I have to be with him,” Y/N said as they tried to push past the doctor. “You don’t understand, I have to be with him.” Alex turned his head to look back at Y/N.

“Y/N, come with me,” Alex said sadly.

“I’m trying, Alex,” Y/N said to him and then turned back to the doctor. “Please, can’t you make an exception this time? I have to be with him!”

“I’m sorry, I can’t,” said the doctor, and went to follow the other doctor into the exam room.

Y/N went to follow again but felt an arm go across their chest to hold them back.

“Just let them do their jobs, Y/N. They’re just trying to help,” Loki said to Y/N. Y/N turned their head to look Loki in the eyes.

“No, no, I need to be with him. You don’t understand, I need to be with him,” Y/N said sadly, their voice breaking slightly.

“Yeah, I know, but they can’t do their jobs if you're in there,” Loki said, turning around to lead Y/N to the seating area. They reluctantly followed him. Loki and Y/N sat on one of the couches in the waiting area, they leaned into him slightly.

Now that Alex was finally with the doctors, Y/N finally had time to look at theirself. They were covered with blood and other various dirt. They were also incredibly sweaty. They felt so tired. The adrenaline that they had felt was starting to wear off and their fatigue was catching up to them. She reached over to one of the tables by the seat and grabbed a tissue. They wiped off their face to clear it of blood and sweat.

“I’m sorry, David,” Y/N said as they leaned more onto Loki’s shoulder. Loki hummed quizzically, like he didn’t understand why they were apologizing. “I’ve been really mean to you throughout the time Alex was missing. It wasn’t because I disliked you. I was just feeling stressed that Alex was gone.” Loki reached out his arm and wrapped it around Y/N’s shoulder, resting his hand on top of her head.

“I didn’t take it personally, don’t worry,” he half-laughed. “A lot of people get snippy when someone is missing.” Y/N brought their knees up to their chest and started to close their eyes.

“I think I’m just really tired,” Y/N said with a yawn.

“Well, we have some time,” Loki said. “I can understand if you want to sleep. I’ll wait here with you.” Y/N breathed deep.

“Yeah? You will?” They asked. Curling up more into Loki’s side.

“Yeah, of course. I care about you,” Loki said to them, rubbing their arm affectionately. With that remark, Y/N smiled and allowed theirself to drift to sleep.

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A/N: AHHHHH, I was looking forward to posting this! It's one of my favorite pieces that I've written, I had a fun time with this one. I was so mad the movie didn't indulge more in Alex being found, no naturally, I had to fix that. Please let me know what you think :)

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mrcloudjumper · 1 year

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always-andromeda · 2 years

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Congratulations on 500!! You earned it! For a request could you do prompt: “The World Ender” for Alex/Barry? There’s a lot of stories where the reader is helping him, but not really anything for the other way around!

Author's Note | this concept is actually so creative?? like wow, anon, I hadn’t actually thought of something like this too much before!! so thank you so much for the request!!

Being roommates with Alex should be simple, in theory. He's used to living small. Minimizing himself until he's barely noticeable. Call it a product of his childhood, but he usually feels the most useful when he's quiet. But he's not sure if he actually enjoys that existence. Or if he'd simply lived it for so long that it was all he knew.

This is why it really isn't easy being his roommate. Having known you for practically half his life, he's well aware of how...spirited...you can be. You live in a way that he's not used to. So far removed from how Holly had raised him to be: broken apart until he fit into any mold the world could throw at him.

He has a hard time expressing it, but in a strange way, he's grateful. Being around such a strong personality brings him out a little more. You don't overwhelm his senses. He's tuned into your energy; how you move, how you breathe, how you speak. He can't say that about many people. And you wouldn't think he'd be so analytical just from looking at him. But that's one good thing the silence gave him; his intuition.

It's how he knows something is wrong when you come through the front door and sit down on the couch. You don't say a single word to him, just stare blankly at the cooking show he'd clicked on when he got home from work.

"What's wrong?" he asks, his tone soft.

Within seconds, your cold demeanor washes away. You head falls to the back of the couch and you close your eyes, letting out a sigh that you wish could flush out your nerves.

"Pullman fired me today." you reply quickly.

Alex's heart drops to his stomach. You'd worked so hard at that job; picking up all the extra hours they gave you in hopes they would see your dedication and reward you in some way. Of course they didn't. In their eyes, you're nothing special. Just another cog in the machine that could easily be plucked and tossed to the side. The world has plenty of other cogs that will fit just fine; thank you.

Alex has always been supportive of you. Every time you vented about the stress, he did his best to listen and to offer comfort where he could. But this was a different hurt that he hadn't felt radiating off of you before. And as he searches through his mind for some way to help, he thinks of the best idea.

Wordlessly, he rises from the couch, leaving you behind only for a moment as he heads to the hallway closet. Flipping on the yellow hall light and scanning over the shelves, he searched for the right blanket. He runs his hand down the stack, feeling each texture until he gets to a large quilt. He distinctly remembers you using it one night when you and him had a movie night a while back. It's perfect.

You hear the sliding glass door leading to the backyard open and close but ignore it. A handful of minutes later you hear it again. And when you open your eyes, Alex stands beside you, nudging your shoulder with a gentle hand. "Come outside." he says simply.

Figuring he must've found another frog outside, you follow. But instead, you find yourself standing on the porch, looking out over the small patch of land that constitutes your background. Right in the center of the lawn, Alex had laid out the blanket perfectly; no wrinkles or folds in the fabric.

As he sits cross-legged on the left side of the blanket, he motions for you to join him.

You take the spot beside him, grateful that the stifling summer air has faded into a comfortable breeze. The lush green grass was all the more comfortable with the blanket placed over the top of it.

"Look," Alex points up towards the endless night sky. "Stars."

"Stars." you conclude. For a little while, your pain blows away as you lay back on the blanket, bringing your hands behind your head. You stare into the void of the universe. And, funnily enough, the memory of Pullman calling you into his office and curtly informing you that you'd been fired...it seemed so meaningless. But in the most comforting way possible. These were the moments that mattered most to your soul; not stupid job and your idiot manager.

"Does this help?" Alex mumbles.

He feels euphoric seeing you smile even a tiny bit as you answer, "Yeah. It does. Thanks, bud."

This quiet isn't the kind of quiet that the world forced him into. This is the kind of quiet that heals. The kind of quiet that makes him feel like he can exist safely and peacefully with someone. That he can be useful in a brand new way.

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