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angel-of-the-moons · 2 months

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Aggravating

Dad Bod!Miguel x Spider-Woman!Reader

TW/CW: Smut. Smut in general. NSFW, PIV sex, office sex, teeth, hints at venom useage, a bit of pining(?) feelings! Body hair! Soft tummy Miguel! Dom(ish)!Miguel, a bit of bullying

MINORS DNI I AM NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR CONTENT YOU CONSUME

A/N: Blame @cupcakeinat0r for this. I really needed the distraction and our conversation is helping me a bit getting the creative among other things juices flowing!

Taglist: @tojishugetiddies

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You had been... less than covert about the way you ogled your boss. On one hand, your Spidey mask was useful for hiding your eyes and face away from somebody's view; on the other hand, Miguel just somehow knew you were staring at him.

And... yeah. At first you were crushing on him, a young, single fresh-faced Spidey welcomed into a bigger picture suddenly comes face to face with the body of a Greek god. He swooped in to save you from a variant of Kraven before he could make a possibly fatal swipe.

After that, he admitted that he'd had an eye on you, such a promising candidate who just needed the right amount of guidance.

(The fact he has that gorgeous jawline and cheekbones that could cut glass plus those jaw-dropping eyes of his certainly helped you make your decision too.)

But you had been too much of a wimp to ever fess up, instead settling for pining in silence, throwing the occasional stare his way at his perfectly globed ass. (Seriously, did he purposefully design his suit to accentuate his ass or what?)

But the plain, flat-out ogling didn't begin until he began to gain more weight. Realizing his stress didn't have to be solely on his own shoulders, Miguel began to relax. He began to eat more, sleep more. Or, well, as much as a normal person should be eating and sleeping. You surmised he was likely dehydrated a lot, too...

Because once he picked up a steady diet (of what you didn't know, maybe he was a secret chef in the kitchen in addition to having the multiverse's greatest brain?) he began to look... healthier.

He gained weight, his formerly slim and perfectly cut abs and waistline began to fatten out, gain a delicious softness you wished to just lay your head over, or perhaps snuggle and squeeze.

Peter B made a joke to Miguel about comparing "dad bods" and god, when Miguel indulged him (mostly just to get him to leave him alone) he used his tech to have the top half of his suit vanish in rainbowy spiderweb-like patterns until he was naked from the waist up.

And... fuck. Your legs went weak at the sight of him.

Dark wisps of hair across his chest, spreading down his soft, plush-looking midsection to disappear beneath the waistline of his pants.

Even with that soft belly, Miguel looked built like a shitbrick house. Peter B had pouted, knowing he'd lost his little game before sauntering away, bragging about something along the lines of "well at least I have the prettiest baby mama in the whole multiverse!". Good for him, you had thought.

But very quickly as your eyes greedily raked up his frame, you realized he had been staring right back at you.

You very quickly rattled off some excuse and dropped off your report on your most recent mission, yanked your mask back down your face and scurried out of there.

Though you'd be lying if you didn't immediately shove your hand down your pants once you got home, playing with yourself at the mere thought of being pressed up against Miguel's soft-yet-imposing frame; feeling his dick (oh you just knew he was packing a monster, down there) stuff you full and stretch you out, the coarse dark haira brushing your clit with every slam of his hips.

You went to sleep thinking this was merely some kind of office crush, trying to force down the thoughts you had of your boss.

Little did you know, he often stole his own glances at you.

He needed to find a way to solve your little problems, soon.

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"This is what you wanted, isn't it, princesa?" Miguel grunted, the sound of his hips slapping against your ass sinfully loud in his dark office.

Your body was perfectly illuminated by the dim orange lights on his monitors; every curve, dip and deliciously squeezable part of your jiggling ass as he fucked you.

The sounds your pussy made as you swallowed him deep were the most lewd you ever could have imagined yourself making, especially the little sounds coming from those pretty lips of yours.

Your suit has been torn right between your legs, freeing your soaked, swollen folds to his lascivious gaze before he had crammed two heavy fingers into your needy cunt.

Your tits squished against his desktop, and a whimper comes from you when he settles over you, the weight of his body pressing tighter down around you.

You could feel the soft flesh of his belly mold around your back, almost like a hug. Almost like how he had your head trapped in a headlock as he bullied his cock into you and stuffed you full of him.

Your brain was so set on your one-track focus of how good it felt to just have him fuck you, to use you, that you barely registered a word he said.

Having his warmth surround you and fill you had effectively rendered you dumb.

You choked slightly when you heard him hiss in your ear, his sharp fangs grazing the soft skin; he squeezed his arm a bit around your neck and that's what knocked you back into reality.

You were here. In his office, bent over and having your guts reorganized by a man you had been pining for for months.

The pent up sexual tension had finally exploded when he confessed his own interest in you, and he met you halfway with a kiss that was all tongue and need; loud and messy.

Like how he was bullying his cock into your tight little hole.

"My dick that good, bebé?" He panted, leaning back away from you to grip your hips in his meaty palms, squeezing your soft flesh as he stared, almost mesmerized at the creamy ring at the base of his cock as it disappeared into your dripping wet pussy.

Already on the floor between you was a small puddle of your slick.

"So good that I fucked you stupid after just a couple thrusts?" He said, his voice gravelly as he tried to keep it even, to betray the fact he wanted to just rut into you like a mad animal.

All you could do in reply was whine, a breathy sound that was almost a squeak as you mourned the loss of his soft body surrounding you.

The sound of him relentlessly fucking you cunt was abruptly halted and he let out a shaky breath, staring down at you. "I swear... did I nick you with my fangs? Shit... Maybe we should stop--"

"N-no!" You moaned out, desperately trying to roll yourself back against him in his grip. "Please, don't! I just--I just need more!"

Miguel grinned as you flattened your hands on the table, desperately trying to fuck yourself onto his cock but getting nowhere.

"Ahhh there's my good girl. Doing so good f'me." He purred, leaning back over you once again, his arms caging around you, encasing you in his wonderfully soft warmth, the hair on his body tickling your skin.

His lips traced the shell of your ear, his hot breath ghosting over your sweaty skin;

"Wanna watch you take my cock all day. Gonna fuck you so hard you won't be able to walk straight for a month--"

You made a long, loud mewl as he snapped his hips in suddenly, bottoming out so hard you felt him smash into your cervix; almost making you pass out from the force of it alone.

"This is what you wanted, sweetheart. Jus' giving it all t'you." He groaned, his eyes rolling back into his skull as he began relentlessly pounding into you once again.

#miguel o'hara #miguel smut #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara x you #miguel o'hara smut #atsv miguel #miguel o'hara atsv #miguel spiderman #spiderman 2099

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homunculus-argument · 1 year

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Weaponised incompetence is when you deliberately refuse to learn how to do something on your own, with the goal of being so exhausting and inconvenient to deal with that somebody else would rather just save themselves the trouble and do it for you.

Unfortunately, to an outside viewer's naked eye, this is virtually indistinguishable from the ADHD habit of simply accepting your own repeated and consistent fucking up of the same simple tasks, and stoically enduring the consequences. I absolutely do not want you to swoop in and fix this. I've spent years developing a tolerance to my own bullshit, if you take one sip of my monday morning, you will fucking die.

Also if you assume that I know what I'm doing while you watch me do it, be aware that I'm trusting you to stop me if you observe me doing something fucking stupid. If a blind friend took your hand and confidently walked you both into a wall, they assumed you were the one guiding both of you.

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p0ssywhippedcream · 1 year

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Hiiiii, I just wanted like, a lil drabble? Obsessed!saiki kusuo x himbo!reader. Eeeee I'm thinking like, a very subtle possessive saiki. Lil scenario ;) say, the reader is talking to a couple guys, and saiki gets a lil jealous, and is like, "brainwashing" the guys to get as far away from the reader as fast as they can. Then the reader is like, super sad and saiki casually swoops in and keeps the reader "company"? I don't knowww something about possessive saiki scratches my brain 🤭

-the one and only, Anon 💋

I love you 💋 anon, you’re a literary genius. Somebody get this man his grammy or his oscar or whatever you give cool people.

It seems lately anybody you find cute finds a reason to run away from you. That hot guy at the mall last week? Super into you until he decided he needed to walk his fish. The cute dude in the ramen shop with the dimples? Disappeared to go order a cheeseburger at the counter. And don’t even get me started on today.

Those boys at the lockers? Ran off without a word. Dude in English suddenly stopped talking and ignored you the rest of the period. And now, when you walk up to some guys in the library and ask to study with them, you pray your luck doesn’t hold.

For a good fifteen minutes, you’re all talking and laughing and when you ask one of them for his number, he’s actually putting it in your phone! Finally, some fucking people who don’t run- spoke to soon.

They need to go feed their calculus homework, because of course they do. You must look so depressing sitting here all alone still surrounded by their supplies they forgot in their rush. You bite your pencil and stove an earbud in your left ear, hoping to avoid looking completely dumb.

A tap on your shoulder gains your attention. It’s Saiki, from class. He’s holding two cups of coffee jelly and he asks if he can sit down. You nod eagerly and send a silent pray up to whoever is upstairs that this one doesn’t leave. Saiki’s lip quirks.

You help him move the pencils and notebooks out of the way with a shy smile. “Uh, I’m Y/n. By the way.”

“Saiki.” You resist the urge to say, Yeah I know you’re that pretty boy who sits two seats to my left and one behind.

You share the coffee jelly in simple silence which is good for you because for the life of you, you can’t find anything smart to say. Once you’re finished, you thank him nervously.

You don’t want to lose the first person in like two weeks who hasn’t left within a few minutes but you don’t really know what to say. Luckily, he saves you the trouble.

“Do you want to hang out after this?”

You sigh relieved and nod eagerly, “We could go to my house, if you’re cool with that? I got that new Halo game!”

“Sure.”

As you stand and walk out together, Saiki notices you’re not only thinking about music anymore. You’re also thinking about how cute he is. He tries to hide the slight stutter in his walk when he hears that.

#oph.ticket time #🎟️ ticket time #ticket time #ticket 🎟️ time #🎟️ time #saiki kusuo x reader #saiki k #saiki k x reader #saiki x reader #saiki k x reader fluff #saiki x reader fluff

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chernayawidow · 1 year

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DATING ADA WONG HEADCANNONS — SFW

PAIRING: Ada Wong x GN!Reader

A/N: I’ve probably done a terrible job of characterising Ada, but she’s just so hot and cool (and there’s like no material on her) that I had to do something for her. Let me know if you’re interested in me doing more for her!

Being in a relationship with Ada Wong is by no means an easy feat. This woman is an enigma, and a relationship with her is no different.

The most you could get out of her is potentially an on-and-off type of deal. But if you’re willing to put in the work, then you’ll just have to cope with occasional long distance.

Her love language is along the lines of acts of service. Maybe not in the traditional sense of 'doing the laundry for you', but as we see in her interactions with Leon, she swoops in to save and assist him very often. It's her own kind of affection—it's how we know she cares. So naturally, that would carry across to you.

She has the ability to make you feel like the only person in the world. This is because when Ada does something for you, it’s not out of the kindness of her heart. This woman is a a spy who has and will work for very bad people. So anything that she says, gives or does, is because she wants to—because she cares.

At first, her intense eyes and sultry voice were an intimidating factor about her. But they eventually became some of her most comforting traits.

Ada doesn't use many pet names for you because a good majority of them make her cringe.

However, in an ironic way, she'll address you as 'Sweetheart', 'Kitten', or 'Lover'. In spite of her saying these names out of wry, her voice makes them sound cute. (Referring to VA’s; Sally Cahill, Jolene Anderson, Courtenay Taylor)

If you’re normal—as in you’re not a spy or an agent of any sort—then it’ll essentially be a "living a double life" scenario.

Ada was upfront with you from the beginning about how “busy” her schedule would be. She simply told you that she moves around for work, that the company she works for has strict confidentiality rules, and that thats all you need to know.

While it stings you to know that there's a whole portion of her life that you're absent from, you couldn’t fault her for something she was upfront about.

Getting Ada to open up to you will take time, that’s just a no brainer. As a spy, it goes against her very instincts. So when you first started seeing her, lots of what she told you about herself was fabrication woven with hints of truth.

Ada is the type of person who makes you feel as if she’s opening up to you, when in reality, questions about her background are met with vague responses.

Yet she speaks so charismatically that it makes you believe that she’s sharing more then what she really is.

She’s blunt and outspoken, so if you’re acting jealous then she’ll call you out on it immediately.

While on the jealousy topic, Ada doesn’t really get hit with these feelings. She’s confident in herself and your relationship, which clears up any potential insecurity that could give way to try one feelings. She trusts you enough to believe you wouldn’t do anything like that.

That’s not to say that she’s immune to jealousy, because there are definitely times where she can’t help but feel it swell in her gut.

And if you’re wanting to spice things up in your NSFW life with the presence of others, then she’s happy to discuss it. (Let me know if you want headcannons dedicated to NSFW)

She’s not someone who runs from arguments or conflict, she faces it head on. If there’s any tension in your relationship, you best believe she’ll address it.

If you’re being cold and distant, she’ll force you to sit down and talk to her about what’s bothering you. And when I say force, I mean by any means necessary.

Ada is very protective over you. So if she finds out that somebody’s hurt you? Then she will find out who it was, and she will eliminate them—as well as whoever else she needs to—in order to bring her own brand of justice. Zero fucks given.

If your relationship stands the test of time, there will be a point where she realises that may end up being a permanent fixture in her relatively unstable life.

This will potentially lead to Ada coming clean about who she really is and opening up to you. A very big step for her. One that only comes if you’re in a serious enough relationship.

#ada wong #resident evil ada wong #resident evil #re2 #resident evil 2 remake #ada wong x reader #ada wong x GN!reader #ada wong headcannons #resident evil headcannons #gender neutral reader #resident evil 6 #jolene andersen #sally Cahill #courtenay taylor

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carelessflower · 1 year

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rating shtv jace questionable moment

let be honest, it will mostly be season one plus two offending screenshots from season two. critical analysis only when i want to, the rest depends. the descent into hell is easy after all

5/10 - see? sh writers can write, first scene with jace they already show how he treat alec the rest of the season.

6/10 - that his job

3/10 - friendly reminder, alec was the acting head at this point aka jace's boss, it's his duty to report any strange occurrence at the institute and now you brought a STRANGE girl into HIS institute, i dont know, just a thought

3/10 - yes it kinda is, and it's alec choice at that seeing how he your superiors

3/10 - jace would be a shit head for the ny institute if a random pretty girl make him act like this. and again, it normal alec get suspicious at clary, because he, you know, can actually think through situations and not dive in first like a headless chicken

4/10 - yes, he has working brain cells

2/10 - dont you love it when the dude you supposedly share half your soul dismiss your valid concerns regarding your life

5/10 - if he's as you said you would be six feet under or in some ceils not here talking shit

1/10 - yes alec stop, don't you know jace is allergic to reasoning

2/10 - he knows you should be supportive of your parabatai

1/10 - all i can say is if a stranger comes into my life, not caring for anything but herself and jeopardizing my job, i would let out far worse things than angry rant

3/10 - no wonder jace fancies clary, they are never ready to hold themselves or each other accountable for anything. true love

🚩🚩🚩/10 - right before this izzy LITERALLY said clary go out WILLINGLY i have no words, alec's way too nice i would have 'oh this you' and drag jace daddy issue to filth back i would go lower than hell. by the way jace never apologize for this so. flop

0/10 - proceed to lose her next episodes

4/10 - flop. flop parabatai of the year

2/10 - funny how jace only bring up the parabatai bond when he needs alec to do something for himm hmmmm. it giving suspicious it giving affection with conditions it giving manipulation

-♾️/10 - that a totally normal thing to say about your brother, the one who you share a lifetime bond with. i normally wish jace choke on a porcupine

0/10 - jace only contribution to the parabatai bond is 2x03 and when he use his nepotism to transfer the head of ny institute position to alec. and even with alec already on his way to that title before imogen swooped in

5/10 - ooh be making that face now suddenly you care? dont make me laugh

0/10 - jace lies so well, all that practice telling himself he looks handsome every morning paid off

0/10 - my three year old cousin has more critical thinking than these two

0/10 - jace the one to talk he's incapable of seeing anything outside clary

-/10 - for whither thou storest, I will steal, and where thou trust, I will trust to betray.

💀/10 - took them ten episodes to have alec FINALLY punch somebody for joking, using his sexuality against him when he's clearly NOT ready to talk about it. yeah fuck shit up baby

2/10 - oh okay, let talk about how you and clary fuck off to somewhere with the cup when the clave and a race supremacist massacre advocate cult leader are both hunting for it. then you and she proceed to play house with your newly discovered fake dad and left alec to deal with the mess. oh, did i mention izzy's complicit in your scheme and you left her there at the mercy of the clave?

1/10 - your saving cause more problems than elon musk to twt get over yourself

4/10 - selfish intentions + selfish actions = season one clace. a match made in heaven

6/10 - passable apology but why he cant just resist making it all about him lmaoooo

4/10 - the only joke here is your life

tag list: @dustandducks @cityofdownwardspirals @magnus-the-maqnificent @onetimetwotimesthreetimess @wildesummerchild @cam-ryt @khaleesiofalicante

#shadowhunters #anti show jace #anti shtv jace #alec lightwood #im a hater with proof

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manako-no-yami · 3 months

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throw me a curve, i'll catch it

Fandom: Suits Ship: Marvey (platonic, can be read as pre-slash) Wordcount: ~500 words Summary: Mike and Harvey meet as kids. Harvey is the pitcher on his high school baseball team, and sometimes, Trevor can't always be there to save Mike from bullies.

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The kid's eyes are wide and impossibly blue. Like it's heaven that's watching. Maybe that should make Harvey nervous. He looks at Harvey with begrudging admiration, but also like he's hungry for what Harvey has. Harvey isn't unfamiliar with such looks, but usually they stem from jealousy.

Mike doesn't seem jealous. He seems curious. Like he's absorbing every detail so he can practice it later in front of a mirror.

If it's supposed to intimidate him, it doesn't work. If anything, it makes Harvey's chest puff with pride. Yes, people admire him. Yes, people want to be him. But Harvey has never been a role model before, and certainly not for somebody with such a keen eye for detail. If Harvey slips, Mike will notice. And he won't be afraid to call him out.

(Maybe a part of him is nervous. But that would be stupid. Mike's just a kid, and Harvey doesn't do nervous.)

Harvey has long since learned to bear the pressure of being watched gracefully. But this is different. Mike doesn't watch him because he hopes Harvey will fuck up. Mike watches him because he expects Harvey to be better. (Worthy.) It's a challenge, and Harvey loves a challenge. It makes winning all the more sweet. And above all, it makes him want to give the kid something to chase.

"Hey, kid," he says. "Wanna learn how to throw a punch?"

"You know my name," says Mike.

"Sure I do. Kid."

Mike rolls his eyes. "Even if I learned how to punch, it won't do much when it's three against one."

"Maybe." Harvey shrugs. "But it'll earn you more respect."

"I don't need their respect." Mike's face darkens, eyes stormy. "Their respect isn't worth anything to me."

He looks like a sulky, wet puppy when he's angry, but Harvey finds himself amused by his venom. "Not theirs. Your own. You'll never be worth anything if you don't have any self-respect. And even if you can't win, you'll feel better about it if you know you got in a lick or two."

"That sounds like a good way to get myself in deep shit for no reward."

Harvey grins. "Maybe," he says again. "But you can't think your way out of this one." He taps his finger to his temple in emphasis. "The next best thing is to punch your way out."

Mike looks skeptical. For good reason—the kid probably learned the hard way that fighting back makes it worse.

But, "Tell you what," Harvey says. "The next time those losers try something, if you manage to hold your ground and stay on your feet before I come swooping in to your rescue, I'll teach you how to pitch a curveball."

"I don't need you to rescue me," is Mike's automatic response. But Harvey can see the gleam of interest in his eyes underneath the scowl, and that's how he knows he's won, again.

Ah, kids. So easy.

"Sure you don't." Harvey ruffles Mike's hair, then twists to catch him in a noogie when he tries to duck away.

"Harvey," Mike whines, trying to wriggle his way out.

"Learn how to throw a punch, and maybe you'll be able to stop me next time," Harvey says, smug.

"You suck."

"Ha. Get good, chump."

#marvey #harvey specter #mike ross #suits usa #fanfic #fic #ficlet #clod not lefting but #my first crack at writing marvey #hope some of yall like it!#suits #mike ross x harvey specter #harvey specter x mike ross

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anonymousewrites · 6 months

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Portal to My Heart (Book 1.5) Chapter Nine

Loki x Reader

Chapter Nine: For a Reveal

Summary: After a long period of peace, Thor shows up on Asgard, and trouble arises.

Loki as Odin reclined on a couch as several servants handed him grapes and wine. (Y/N) was tempted to roll her eyes. He was really enjoying being king and having some fun. However, more than Loki, she was having to deal with the most ridiculous play she’d ever seen. It was of Loki’s life and death, and it exaggerated the “beautiful tragedy” of Loki’s life.

(Y/N) nearly slapped her hand onto her face whenever the (Y/N) character came out. The dress the actress was way more revealing than hers had been, and her character was played up as a damsel in distress so Loki could swoop in and rescue her. Worst of all? There was a romance. Yes, (Y/N) did love Loki, but she’d only realized recently. She didn’t need to see an actress version of her flirting with an actor version of Loki.

(Because she and Loki hadn’t ever flirted. No, not at all. That would ridiculous).

“Loki!” cried the (Y/N) character. “Oh, god! Why did you do that, you beloved idiot?!” She held a dying Loki character in her arms.

(Y/N) was tempted to roll her eyes.

“I know. I’m a fool…A fool for you,” said the Loki actor.

(Y/N) bit the inside of her cheek. This was not how it went.

“Stay with us,” said the Thor character.

“Oh, brother, this is it. I take my leave,” groaned the stage Loki.

“No, don’t say that!” cried the (Y/N) character. “You can’t leave me.”

“Lady Sif, get help!” said the Thor character.

“Somebody, get help!” cried the Sif actress, running away.

Loki definitely made sure there were a lot of artistic liberties in this, thought (Y/N).

“I’m sorry, for everything,” said the stage Loki.

“Shh, it’s alright,” said the Thor character as the stage (Y/N) held the Loki actor closer.

“I’m sorry I tried to rule Earth,” said the stage Loki.

“They’d be luck to have you,” said the Thor actor.

(Y/N) deadpanned and gave the real Loki a look. He looked away innocently.

“I’m sorry about that thing with the Tesseract,” said the stage Loki. “I just couldn’t help myself. I’m a trickster.”

“Such a good one,” said the (Y/N) character.

“So mischievous,” said the Thor actor.

“Sorry about that time I turned you into a frog, Thor,” said the stage Loki.

“It was a wonderful joke,” said the Thor character.

“ ‘Twas indeed hilarious,” said the real Loki, not resisting a chuckle.

“Who wrote this?” said (Y/N), looking at Loki.

“A talented soul who wanted to honor Prince Loki’s passing,” said Loki.

“I’m going to kill that talented soul,” muttered (Y/N) as she watched her stage actor pose more dramatically. What am I, a Victorian woman about to die of grief with her bosom heaving or something?

“You are the savior of Asgard,” said stage Thor to actor Loki.

“And you saved me! How can I ever thank you?” said the (Y/N) actress.

“Tell my story,” said the stage Loki. “Build a statue for me.”

“We will build a big statue for you,” said actor Thor.

“With my helmet on, with the big bendy horns,” said stage Loki.

“I will tell Father what you did here today,” promised stage Thor.

“And I shall never forget what you did here,” said (Y/N) the character, pressing her hand to Loki’s cheek.

“I didn’t do it for him,” said stage Loki, and real Loki murmured the words at the same time, knowing the play by heart.

(Y/N) rolled her eyes. Why did she love this man, again?

Loki the actor leaned back and died in the (Y/N) character’s arm.

“No!” As a choir sang sorrowfully, the actors of Thor and (Y/N) cried out for Loki.

“And so, Loki died of his wounds,” narrated an actor version of Odin, coming out from the wings. “Giving his life for ours. He fought back those disgusting elves. He brought peace to the realms. Loki, my boy.” A little boy painted blue ran out of the wings and sat on a rock. “’Twas many moons ago I found you on that frostbitten battlefield. On that day, I did not yet see in you Asgard’s savior. No. You were merely a little blue baby icicle that melted this old fool’s heart.”

The speech ended and concluded the play. The audience clapped and cheered for it. Some were even crying after the tragic death scene. (Y/N) was incredibly unimpressed. Loki, however, stood up and clapped.

“Bravo, bravo! Well done. Bravo,” he said.

All the actors stood up and bowed, smiling. (Y/N) sighed and clapped a bit. At least they were trying. It was probably a certain someone’s interference that made it so frustrating to her. ((Y/N) was absolutely right, Loki had made sure the play became this twist, but mostly because he wanted to be adored and wanted to see (Y/N)’s expressions. He liked how expressive she was, and her irritated face was cute).

“Father.”

(Y/N) and Loki’s heads snapped to the side. Thor stood at the front of the crowd. He had returned.

“Hey,” said (Y/N) nonchalantly, raising a hand. She could handle Thor’s sudden return. It was Loki who was more startled by it. (Y/N) was more interested in the skull in Thor’s hands.

“Oh, shit,” muttered Loki, choking on his wine and handing the goblet away. “Uh, my son, Thor, has returned!”

“It’s an interesting play. What’s it called?” said Thor.

“The Tragedy of Loki of Asgard,” said Loki. “The people wanted to commemorate him.”

“Ah, indeed, they should,” said Thor. “I like the statue. A lot better looking than when he was alive, though.” (Y/N) smothered a chuckle behind a hand. “A little less weaselly, less greasy, maybe.” Loki fought to keep a polite expression. “Do you know what this is?” Thor lifted the skull up.

“No, but I’d like to know why you’re carrying a skull around,” said (Y/N).

“The skull of Surtur,” said Loki. “That’s a formidable weapon.”

“Do me a favor a favor. Lock this away in the vault so it doesn’t turn into a giant monster and destroy the whole planet,” said Thor, handing it to a guard.

“Um, so it’s back to Midgard for you, is it?” inquired Loki carefully.

“Nope,” said Thor, flipping Mjolnir in his hand.

Okay, so he’s definitely figured it out, thought (Y/N). She would just sit back and wait for Loki to be revealed. It took Thor a ridiculous amount of time. At least Loki and I got a ton of stuff done, though. (Y/N) had anticipated that the ruse wouldn’t last forever.

“I’ve been having this recurring dream lately,” said Thor. “Every night, I see Asgard fall into ruins.”

At least it’s not me having visions, this time. Not that mine have ever been prophetic, they’re whatever is happening at the moment, thought (Y/N).

“That’s just some silly dream,” said Loki. “Signs of an overreactive imagination.”

“Possibly,” said Thor. “But then I decided to go out there and investigate. And what do I find but our enemies assembling, plotting our demise. I’m surprised the Nine Realms aren’t in chaos.”

(Y/N) raised her hand. “It turns out I’m really good at politics since I like messing with people in power. So, yeah, I handled that.” And she had. She had handled a bunch of issues through the realms. Honestly, I should be ruling. She made a face. Ew, no, never mind, me as a queen would be such a mess.

Thor nodded in acknowledgement before looking back at Loki. “And yet here is Odin, the supposed protector of those Nine Realms, are sitting here in your bathrobe, eating grapes.”

“Yes, well, as Lady (Y/N) said, the situation is under control,” said Loki.

Thor scoffed and tossed out Mjolnir. It flew out before returning to him. “And if it gets worse?”

“Well, then, I shall see to it,” said Loki. “But for now I am free to pursue other interests.”

“Watching theatre,” said Thor.

“Yes, and various diplomatic meetings, as Lady (Y/N) pointed out, we have been busy,” said Loki.

“You’re really going to make me do it?” said Thor.

“Do what?” asked Loki innocently.

Here we go, thought (Y/N).

Thor threw Mjolnir out, and it disappeared into the distance. He stepped behind Loki. “You know that nothing will stop Mjolnir as it returns to my hand.” He grabbed Loki’s shoulders before he could shuffle away. “Not even your face.” He held Loki’s head forward with a hand, calling Mjolnir back.

(Y/N)’s eyes widened. She knew Loki would be able to move and escape if he transformed back, but that didn’t mean she didn’t worry for him. The idea of him hurt made her queasy. “Thor.”

“You’ve gone quite mad,” stammered Loki. “You’ll be executed for this.” Mjolnir was soaring back towards them.

“Then I’ll see you on the other side.” Thor leaned to Loki’s ear and whispered. “Brother.”

“Alright! I yield!” Loki’s disguise disappeared in a flash of green, and Thor pushed him away before catching Mjolnir.

Everyone gasped, and glasses fell from hands as the shock of the dead prince revealed as alive and impersonating Odin set in. Loki turned around and grinned, only slightly nervous, at Thor.

A man, Skurge, covered in goo, ran through the crowd. “Behold!” he cried. “Thor…” Loki held up a finger. “Odinson.”

“No!” Loki turned and glared at him. “You had one job. Just the one.”

“I told you he was an idiot, Loki,” said (Y/N). “This is why I should have been in charge of the hiring and firing.”

“You knew?!” said Thor in shock.

“Uh, yeah? I’m surprised it took you so long to figure out,” said (Y/N).

“Why didn’t you say anything?” said Thor.

“Because we were doing well? Seriously, your prophetic dreams aside, Loki and I were doing good for Asgard,” said (Y/N). And she wasn’t lying.

Thor groaned. He could see now why (Y/N) and Loki had started to get along. They were both insane. “Where’s Odin?”

“You just couldn’t stay away, could you?” sighed Loki. “Asgard was prospering. You ruined everything.”

“Where’s Father?!” demanded Thor, storming up to Loki. “Did you kill him?”

“You had what you wanted,” said Loki. “You had the independence you asked for.” Thor pressed Mjolnir to his chest, and Loki fell back onto the divan. “Whoa, whoa, whoa.”

“Thor,” hissed (Y/N), standing up beside Loki and putting a hand on Thor’s hand. Her veins turned blue as sparks ran down to her hands. Thor pushed back down.

Loki held up his hands before a fight broke out. He wouldn’t see (Y/N) get hurt. “Okay, okay. I know exactly where he is.”

(Y/N), Loki, and Thor stood on the city sidewalk. Thor jeans and a hooded jacket, Loki wore a full black suit, and (Y/N) had jeans and an oversized white button-up over a white shirt. It felt good to be in casual Midgardian outfit after so long in Asgardian outfits.

However, her trouble had already begun. The Shady Acres Care Home Loki had taken Odin to was being demolished before their eyes.

“I swear I left him right here,” said Loki.

“Right here on the sidewalk or right there where the building is being demolished?” said Thor. He gave his brother a look. “Great planning.”

“How was I supposed to know? I can’t see the future. I’m not a witch,” said Loki.

“No? Then why do you dress like on?” said Thor.

“Hey,” said Loki, offended.

“You look fine,” said (Y/N), patting his shoulder.

“I can’t believe you’re alive,” blurted out Thor. “I saw you die. I mourned you, I cried for you.”

“I’m…honored,” said Loki.

“And you!” Thor looked at (Y/N). “How could you just go along with his idea?!”

(Y/N) shrugged. “What do you want me to say? I just wanted to, and I think I got a lot done with his scheme going on.”

Before Thor could groan and continue, a woman and her friends walked up to Thor nervously. “Hi. Would you mind taking a picture with us?”

“Oh, sure,” said Thor awkwardly, and the girls squealed. “Start figure out where he is,” he said to Loki before grinning and posing for the selfie, throwing up a peace sign. (Y/N) couldn’t help the laugh at the sight of the god taking a selfie.

“Sorry to hear Jane dumped you,” said one of the girls as they walked away.

“She didn’t dump me, you know,” said Thor to (Y/N) and Loki. It definitely sounded like a lie. “I dumped her. It was a mutual dumping.”

“Sure, go with that,” said (Y/N), exchanging a look with Loki. He patted Thor on the shoulder.

An amber glow appeared below Loki’s feet, and the group froze. It swirled into a circle around him.

“Loki?” said Thor hesitantly.

“Uhh…” (Y/N) stepped back.

“This isn’t me,” said Loki.

The circle opened up into a portal, and Loki fell through with a yelp, the portal closing behind him. A small piece of paper was left behind. Thor poked his umbrella (Mjolnir in disguise) at the thing.

“Loki?” he whispered.

(Y/N) knelt and picked up the paper. “177a Bleeker Street.” She stood and stretched. “I’ll call us a taxi.”

(Y/N) and Thor walked up to the door of 177a Bleeker Street and knocked on the door. No sooner did they wrap their knuckles against it, they were transported inside and stumbled at the suddenness. The room around them was darkly lit and looked to be an ancient museum of mystical items with strange names.

“Thor Odinson. (Y/N) (L/N).” A man rose up from a stairwell, dressed in blue and flying with a red cape. He landed before them and eyed Thor’s raised umbrella. “You can put down the umbrella.” He raised a hand, and an umbrella holder appeared beside Thor.

He hesitantly placed Mjolnir down. As soon as he did, he and (Y/N) were transported to another to another room as the man eyed them carefully. (Y/N) watched the man in response, and Thor fiddled with one of the devices on a pedestal, promptly breaking its balance.

“So Earth has, uh, wizards now?” said Thor.

“The preferred term is ‘Master of the Mystic Arts,’ ” said the wizard. He watched Thor struggle to reorganize the device. “You can leave that now.”

“That’s too long,” said (Y/N). “Who are you and what do you want, wizard?”

“My name is Doctor Stephen Strange, and I have some questions for you,” he said. “Take a seat.”

They teleported again, and they were all sitting in armchairs. (Y/N) was getting whiplash. Her own teleportation was much smoother, stepping from one place to another.

“Tea?” offered Strange.

A glass appeared in (Y/N)’s hand and another in Thor’s.

“I don’t drink tea,” said Thor.

“I miss iced coffee,” said (Y/N).

The next moment they glanced down, Thor held a pint of mead, and (Y/N) held an iced coffee. (Y/N) took a happy sip while Thor stared in surprise before taking a long drink.

“So, I keep a watchlist of individuals and beings from other realms that may be a threat to this world,” said Strange.

“Smart,” said (Y/N) with a nod.

“Loki is one of those beings,” said Strange.

“He’s a worthy inclusion,” said Thor, staring as his drink refilled itself.

“Then why bring him here?” said Strange, leaning forward.

“We’re looking for Odin. Loki misplaced him,” said (Y/N) with a shrug.

“So if I were to tell you where Odin was…all parties concerned would promptly return to Asgard?” said Strange.

“Promptly,” said Thor.

“Great! Then I’ll help you,” said Strange.

“If you knew where he was, why didn’t you call me?” said Thor.

“I have to tell you, he was adamant that he not be disturbed,” said Strange. “Your father said he had chosen to remain in exile.”

“I told you that we were doing fine,” said (Y/N) to Thor. “Loki and I were great at running things. Or, I was.”

Strange decided he didn’t want to deal with the headache of working out how the woman was kidnapped by Loki had been apparently running Asgard with him. “And Thor, you don’t have a phone.”

“No, I don’t have a phone, but you could have sent an electronic letter. It’s called an email,” said Thor.

“Yeah, do you have a computer?” said Strange.

“No. What for?” said Thor.

“Uh-huh.” Strange wasn’t surprised.

“Anyway, my father is no longer in exile. So if you could tell me where he is, I can take him home,” said Thor.

“Gladly. He’s in Norway,” said Strange.

“That makes a lot of sense,” said (Y/N).

They jolted as he transported them to a bookshelf and pulled out a book.

“I’m just seeing whether this incantation requires any Asgardian modifications…Nope!” He shut the book with a snap, and they transported to another room as he prepared the incantation.

“Will you stop doing that?” grumbled Thor.

Strange ignored him. “I just need one strand of your hair.”

“Let me explain something,” said Thor. “My hair is not to be meddled with-ow!” (Y/N) pull a strand out and handed it to Strange.

As Strange meddled with it and it glowed amber, they transported to the bottom of a staircase, and (Y/N) caught herself as Thor fell down the stairs.

“We could have just walked,” said Thor sullenly while Strange threw out the rune he conjured and it expanded into a portal to Norway.

“Odin is waiting for you,” said Strange.

“Alright,” said Thor.

"Don’t forget your umbrella,” said Strange.

“Oh, yes.” Thor extended a hand, and Mjolnir flew to him, crashes echoing as it smashed cases and a few artifacts on its way. “Sorry…”

“Hey, can we have Loki back?” said (Y/N).

“Oh, yeah. Right.” Strange extended one hand and turned the other one in a circle. A portal opened, and Loki fell through, landing hard on the ground.

“I have been falling…for thirty minutes!” he cried angrily.

(Y/N) chuckled at the sight.

“You can handle him from here,” said Strange.

“Yeah, no problem,” said (Y/N).

“Thank you very much for your help,” said Thor, shaking Strange’s hand.

“Good luck,” said Strange.

“Handle me?” Loki stood and looked at Strange dangerously. “Who are you?” He raised two daggers. “You think you’re some kind of sorcerer?”

(Y/N) put a hand on his chest. “Loki, please, we have enough on our plate.”

Loki grumbled. “Fine.” He glared at Strange. “But I’ll be back.” The daggers disappeared from his hands.

“Let’s go,” said (Y/N), pushing him towards the portal, mouthing an “I’m sorry” to Strange. Loki stepped through, then (Y/N), and then Thor.

The portal closed behind them, leaving them on a windy hilltop field overlooking the ocean and the sky. Sitting on a fallen tree and looking out at the view was Odin.

Loki and Thor had found him.

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So this has stalled but in case anyone else lets stuff slip through the cracks like I do on Ao3, here’s the first chapter of my (so-far) #sydcarmy rambling story that never gets to the point. It’s four chapters so far and I’m hoping this will motivate me to keep it going.

It takes place immediately post season 2 as Carmy gets busted out of the walk-in. It’s a bit feel-good so far but that is unlikely to continue without a few bumps in the road. Enjoy! If you’re lazy I’ve literally pasted the entire first chapter into this post like an absolute champ.

Chapter 1: Mister Freeze

Late night after Friends and Family

The Bear BOH, Chicago, IL

Syd entered the kitchen quietly from the door that led outside, wiping her dry lips with the back of one shaking hand. They had actually pulled off the night, even with Carmy stuck in the walk-in. She pulled her eyes shut as she felt a low swooping sensation in her stomach as the memory of her coming so close to giving up while doing expo flashed in her mind. She never thought she’d be so thankful to Richie. He completely saved her ass. She had wanted to thank him profusely at the end of the night, but he was nowhere to be found as Tony (or was it Terry?), the fridge guy, was breaking Carmy out of the walk-in. Her fingers had begun to haltingly compose a text to Richie to see where the fuck he was, but she figured that she’d save this big conversation for another day. Her gratitude was too big for WhatsApp and that’s just how it was. Plus, what in the actual hell was making her phone so greasy? Olive oil?

Richie unexpectedly saved the day… what the fuck was that? A smile edged up the corners of her mouth until her face ached. It was funny how much she needed to remember that sometimes people can still surprise you in the best ways. She frowned, as a cousin of that thought entered her mind. People can also let you the fuck down.

Carmy was her partner, and she valued his experience and opinion above almost everything. But he really lost himself. It wasn’t so much that he broke his promise to her that he wouldn’t let her drown. It was more that he just totally broke down. She’d never known somebody who could be both so brilliant and yet so unable to cope when things got tough. Everyone had tried to talk him out of his anxiety spiral, but nothing anyone said had done any good in the end. The only person who could help Carmy was Carmy, and that sure as shit didn’t happen.

She had heard bits and pieces of things he had said to Tina from inside the walk-in as she zoomed around the kitchen trying to get things done. She didn’t find out the whole story until later. After the last tickets of the night came through and the stress level of the kitchen started to even out, she realized that until that moment she had forgotten all about Carmy. That’s the thing about working at such a high level: it’s good and bad to focus so completely on something that you totally forget any and everything else.

The moment her thoughts circles back to Carmy, she stopped checking up on everyone and walked back towards the walk-in. The familiar scent of clean, hot dishes and the lingering odor of hot oil hit her as she shuffled tiredly away. She saw the back of Nat's blonde head and could almost physically feel the worry she was directing towards the metal door of the walk-in. Nat must have felt Syd watching her and whispered, “I keep wondering why this is taking so long! Pete keeps circling the block in the car waiting for me. I just want to see if Carmy’s okay, but every time I try to talk to him through the door he won’t say anything. He’s being such a little bitch right now!” She sounded equal parts worried and disgruntled, like always. Syd smiled and cracked a yawn. “You go ahead, Nat. I promise I’ll check up on Carmy and get him home safe. You and Pete head home and rest up. You were amazing tonight, but you look a little bit like…,” her face froze as she saw Natalie’s raised eyebrows. ”Yeah. Um, what I actually meant to say was that I’ve like, got this. Yeah,” she fumbled awkwardly.

Nat just nodded, not even hearing that Syd had basically tiptoed really close to telling her that she looked like hammered shit. “Thanks, Syd. I don’t know what any of us would do without you. Text me if you need anything or if I should come back, OK? And let me know what he says, yeah? And this is a big ask, but… can you see if you can get him to eat something?” Nat rubbed her eyes, causing her mascara to smear ever so slightly. Syd wondered what her own mascara was doing at that moment. “And oh yeah,” Nat spat out with venom, “It would also be great if you could calm him the fuck down and get him to stop getting in his own freaking way all the time.” She did have the decency to grimace in apology after that last bit. Syd cocked her head to the side, already feeling defeated. “Should I be like, taking notes, Nat? Or is that all?” Nat let out a harsh laugh and squeezed Syd’s shoulder, practically racing out the door. ‘Fuck,’ thought Sydney , ‘She’s leaving before I can change my damn mind.’

Syd leaned her back against the wall, and slowly sank to the floor to wait for Carmy to get out. She waited a few minutes longer before the guy whose name probably began with a T finished with the door. Before he opened the door, he said, “Hey, no offense, Syd… but can I get paid before I open this door? Carm has been saying some weird shit and I just want to get the hell out of here.” Syd nodded distractedly, running a hand along her braids. She reminded him just to bill them. She was not going to call Nat back in right now to ask what the new process for paying contractors was. And honestly, she wasn’t dying to know how much money it was going to set them back to have this emergency work done. Mystery Man just shrugged, his gesture seeming to mean that he didn’t trust her promises but that he was too tired to care. “Thanks so much for helping, have a great night!” Syd called out as Terry or Tim or Tony made a beeline for the exit.

‘Well, shit’ , Syd thought. 'He didn’t even open the door all the way.' She hoped she could. As she pushed, the door swung cleanly on its hinges until it was all the way open. She stepped in, the cool air a welcome change from the warm kitchen against her flushed skin. Carmy was just sitting there staring at the floor, seemingly unaware that he was free. With his arms wrapped around himself, he had his head down in between his knees. His blonde curls obscured his eyes, so she couldn't tell what he was thinking. Syd let herself sink down next to him. She cautiously put an arm around him and wrapped her palm around his shoulder. The cold of his shoulder reached up and bit her. He tensed up immediately but relaxed a bit when he realized it was her arm and not someone else’s.

“Syd,” he whispered hoarsely, “I’m so sorry, Chef. I’m so, so sorry.” He either didn’t have the energy or the will to look at her. “I broke my promise to you already.” He seemed so bereft, so adrift, that Syd couldn’t even voice her anger or disappointment at that moment. “Carmy,” she said softly, “Let’s get you out of here and then talk about it.” She kept her arm around his freezing shoulder but got onto her knees so she could leverage her weight to help him stand up. She thought he would put up more of a fight, but he got up willingly enough. She dragged him over to his locker and then helped him into his wool jacket, and had to physically pull his feet out of his Birkenstocks and put them into his sneakers. It was a bit worrying, the way he was accepting her help without question. She got her bag out and changed her own clothes and shoes, and then they walked out to his car. He just stood there, so she told him she was driving him home. He didn’t argue, didn't smoke a cigarette, didn't give her shit. It all kind of worried her.

The atmosphere in the car was tense and quiet as soon as the doors shut. Syd turned on the radio to fill the silence. She was thankful that at least they weren’t listening to any of his fucking depressing music. Syd, under the guise of running a hand through her hair to tuck a loose braid behind her ear, was really sneaking multiple sidelong glances at Carmy as she drove to his place. To his credit, he wasn’t giving anything away. His blue eyes just stared straight ahead, devoid of any emotion. She kept hoping she could think of something to say, but her brain was maxed out. Also, she was pretty sure there was trash or something under the gas pedal, and she needed to focus on not killing them in a fiery car crash. Carmy started mumbling something as they approached his neighborhood, apparently to himself. Syd sighed and eventually found parking underneath a tree by his building.

Even later that night

Carmy’s apartment

The two of them slowly walked up many, many stairs to his apartment. Syd figured that this was the only way left to find a decent apartment in Chicago; find something on the hundredth floor with no elevator. She twisted the key in the lock and opened his door. They both stumbled inside. Carmy waved at her as he slowly slurred, “Thanks, Syd. Go home and get some sleep. You killed it tonight.” She gave him a half smile and nodded. But as she started to turn around and head for the door, something didn’t quite feel right. She whipped her head back around and caught Carmy shivering. He had apparently waited to fall apart until after she left. “Carm, what the fuck? Why didn’t you tell me you were so cold? We had the heat on high the whole way here,” Syd huffed, losing what little patience she had left. “We could have saved time going to the ER!” At that thought, Carmy really looked at her. And he looked scared. “Syd, please,” he whispered, “No doctors, okay? I just can’t. I’m so tired and those places freak me the fuck out.”

“All right, Carm, but I can’t leave you alone- and we’ve got to get you warm.” He just looked at her, utterly spent and waiting on her next move. “Shit,” she thought. Maybe he has mild hypothermia? Is that a thing? Can you be just a little bit frozen? She Googled it and it was a thing. She also Googled if spiraling makes hypothermia worse, but the only thing that Google advised against was hot baths. Not super helpful, but good to know? She was torn between calling an ambulance and trying to fix him herself. If she was being honest, she didn’t have the energy to convince Carmy to willingly leave in an ambulance. And she certainly didn’t have the capacity right now to get him down those stairs on her own. She sighed and decided to put the kettle on. His depressing apartment wasn’t helping either.

“OK, Carm, let’s get you into something warmer,” she said dully. He just stood there, so she slipped into his bedroom. Pulling open drawers that barely slid open, she found some sweatpants that somehow looked like normal sweatpants but also like an artisan had handcrafted them in a long-forgotten Italian village. As she ran her hands across the expensive fabric, she wondered where he shopped. And when did he shop? Did he secretly have a massive online shopping addiction, or did he spend every day off buying expensive as fuck sweatpants and obscure white t-shirts? After grabbing the sweatpants, she found a thick, long-sleeved tee. She also grabbed some boxers and thick socks.

As she padded back to Carmen, she saw that he was shivering more than ever. “Arms up, dude,” she said sternly. He put them up without a fight, although they shook slightly. She pulled up his shirt, catching her knuckles on his chest as she did. His skin felt like ice. ‘Shit,’ she thought. New clothes weren’t going to be enough. She slid the new shirt over his head anyway and helped him pull his arms through the sleeves. She tried not to stare at his body while he was in this vulnerable state, but it was an exercise in control. Because all of his muscles were on full display less than a couple of centimeters away from her eyes. If she had had more time, she’d have taken a mental inventory of a few new-to-her tattoos. Her face felt hot all of a sudden and she shook her head to stay on task.

He managed to get his shit together for a second and changed his pants and boxers in his bathroom with the door (halfway?) closed. He was taking too long, so she pushed the door open and pulled him back out. She gave him a long look, sighing. She didn’t like what she saw. A wax version of a person stood in front of her, without substance or colour. Maybe it was just her, but he looked even paler than usual. His skin normally had a golden undertone with a blush of red ready to rise up just underneath the surface of his skin. Not that Syd had perfectly cataloged the colors of his skin in her memory or anything. Because that would be a new level of weirdness. Just then the tea kettle began to whistle. Sydney took some dusty mugs down from his cabinet and some even dustier tea bags, making tea for them both.

She dragged Carmy to sit down on the edge of his bed and handed him the scalding hot cup of tea. He looked at it, then at her, and then back at the tea again. “Syd,” he trailed off. “I’m fucking cold.” Syd looked up at the ceiling. Why did this shit always happen to her? How did she find herself in these situations? She felt like she was in a really random episode of a TV show with endless seasons, like Grey's Anatomy. This scenario had played out at least a time or two on that series, she thought to herself.

She gestured to Carmy to take off his shirt. “It’s either that or we go to the hospital,” she warned, as he looked at her in disbelief. “We have to get you warmed up somehow, and I’m afraid to put you in the shower when you’re this cold. If you fall and pass out, I don’t think I can pick you back up. I know we’re the same height, but fuck, dude, I don’t work out!” He let her come closer and take his shirt off. The collar got stuck on his nose for a second, and Syd heard a high laugh escape from her mouth. “Cool, super cool,” Syd thought. “Real chill.”

She gently pushed Carmy down onto his pillow and then laid down beside him. She pulled the covers over them both and wrapped her arms gently around his body. His eyes were tightly shut, and his shivering shook them both. “Syd… I’m so sorry. You don’t deserve this,” he whispered through chattering teeth. “Hey,” Syd whispered excitedly, “you said two whole sentences! That’s more than you’ve said in the last hour!” Her grin faded as she saw the misery etched on Carmy’s face. His body felt tense like he would bolt if he could. Did he really hate this so much, or was he simply ashamed to be so weak in front of her ?

“Hey, Carm, it’s just me. You can relax, let’s just... You know? Get you warm, ok? You’re totally fine. We’re just cuddling, right? Nothing scary is happening. It’s just me.” But then a sudden realization hit her. “Oh fuck,” she thought, cringing inwardly. He has a girlfriend. Who is an ER doctor? Of course he’s tense. “Carm, should I call Claire? I’m sure you’d much rather her do this, right? Especially since she’s a… fuck… I don’t know? Actual doctor who knows what she’s doing? I can’t believe I’m such an idiot! I’m so sorry!” But Carmy just shook his head, pressing it into her shoulder. He was mumbling, but his voice sounded much clearer than it had just a little while ago. “So Claire kind of heard me say some shit while I was locked in the walk-in. Yeah, I thought I was talking to Tina, but I guess Tina left? And I’m paraphrasing but I am pretty sure I told her she wasn’t worth all of this time? Pretty sure we’re broken up. So. Yeah. Please don’t fucking call her, Syd.” Carmy dragged his hands through his hair, which at this point made little to no difference. His hair was already wild after his jaunt in the walk-in.

Syd didn’t know what to say, because she had never known how to feel about Claire in the first place. Claire was fine? Perfect on paper, but not for Carmy. “Syd?” Carmy had apparently asked her a question. “Sorry,” Syd replied, “Are you okay? Uh.. fuck, you’ve had a bad night. I guess you were under a lot of pressure though. If you say you’re sorry and you didn’t mean it, I’m sure she’ll understand.” Syd believed this to be true while wanting it not to be true at the same time. She had that odd feeling of missing a step while walking down the stairs deep in her belly.

Carmy’s nose felt like ice against where it was wedged against her shoulder. “Look, I feel bad about how I said it, but I’m also relieved.” She could feel him smile slightly, the first bit of life she’d seen from him since the walk-in had been cut open. “I always really liked her, you know? And when we started hanging out, it was cool. But she got to see me when I was ok. I don’t think she ever saw that side of me, where I get angry or anxious or throw up or just guzzle Tums. For a while, I thought it was fine. But it’s not. And she reminds me of being a little kid. And like of how I was in high school. And that’s not her fault, I know. But I can’t be with her.” He sighed. “I’m not explaining it well at all, I know. But I’m glad it’s you here and not anyone else. I don’t think I could take it.” Sydney nodded, understanding immediately. “I get it,” she murmured softly.

She looked down and saw that her hand was lightly rubbing his back. His very naked, very muscular back. She felt the heat radiate from her cheeks, down through her arms and legs, and into the sheets. She was very, very thankful that Carmy was still out of it. Too out of it to notice that she was losing her damn mind. As her hands slowly rubbed up and down, she felt Carmy’s muscles relax bit by bit. He even felt a bit warmer now. Still fucking cold, but she didn’t think he needed the hospital anymore. He felt like he’d just come in from playing in the snow. The mental image of Carmy as a boy, coming inside from building a snowman, appeared in her mind’s eye. She had to bite down a smile.

“What?” whispered Carmy softly. “What made you smile just now? Where did you go?” Syd just shook her head. “It’s too embarrassing,” she admitted. “I’m sure it’s definitely more fucking embarrassing than what I’ve experienced tonight,” he deadpanned. She chuckled as he cracked a grin. “I was just thinking that now you don’t feel like ice anymore, and then I thought that now you feel like you’re just cold from playing outside. Like kids do after it snows.” Carmy pulled back to look at her. “Do you think we’d have been friends if we’d known each other back then?” he asked. “I don’t know,” answered Syd truthfully, staring up at the ceiling. “I was a major nerd. And I was also a lot younger than you. Four years was a big difference back then. That’s like ten years in kid years.”

Carmy stared at her. “Four years isn’t much anymore, though,” he breathed. ‘Fuck,’ thought Sydney desperately. ‘Don’t look at me like that with those eyes.” He scrunched up his blue eyes. “What do you mean?” He asked. “Oh, fuck. Did I say that out loud?” She laughed nervously. “Syd,” he stared at her as he shifted a bit closer to her. “What do you mean?” he repeated softly. There was no judgment in his eyes. He just wanted to understand.

“Jesus Christ, Carmy, you have to know that your blue eyes are enough to stop traffic. People in small villages would probably have a parade to celebrate that shit.” She shut her eyes tight and waited him out. She slowly opened one eye. Yep, still staring at her. He was smiling at her sadly. “I don’t think anyone is gonna throw a parade for me any time soon, “he replied. “But they definitely would for you.” She wrinkled up her face as though she had swallowed a mouthful of vinegar.

“Syd, you’re worse at taking a compliment than I am, fuck. You don’t see it, but you’re everything. Everyone loves you, you’re incredibly talented, and you- yeah, you’re just everything,” he sighed. “I don’t deserve you,” he says as he pushed a stray braid out of her eyes. “I’m so sorry, Syd,” he repeated.

Syd suddenly couldn’t think of anything to say, and her mouth was dry. As Carmy gazed into her eyes, she felt herself on the edge of something, and she wasn’t sure she was ready to go over. Trying to hang onto some semblance of normalcy, she squeezed his shoulder in reply. Carmy, whose arms had until now been resting at his sides, reached up to wrap an arm around her waist. She felt her skin warm at his touch, which was weird, right? The heat wasn't coming from his body; that was for sure. Was she freaking out? Was she breathing weirdly? Could he tell? Oh God. He seemed so calm, and she was losing her mind. Apparently not noticing her awkwardness, Carmy moved closer. She could feel his soft curls touching her cheek. She could feel his chest pressed into hers, soft and reassuring. He even smelled? Cold, somehow?

“Syd? This is really nice,” he whispered, stroking her back. “Carmy, why does your breath smell like spices?” Sydney couldn’t help but giggle. Carmy should smell like cigarettes and soap, and she finds the difference strange. “I was hitting the walk-in door, you know?” Carmy said softly, “And I accidentally knocked over a container of cloves. Luckily it was almost empty, but I got a fucking mouthful. It was intense.” He was staring at her again. She felt the places where his fingers touched her burn with electricity.

“I like cloves,” Syd said stupidly. Her cheeks started burning, and she groaned. “Don’t listen to me,” she murmured. “I’m fucking delirious.” She chanced another look at Carmy. Yep, still staring. “Syd,” he said quietly. “Look at me.” She forced herself to meet his gaze. She caught him looking at her mouth. He quickly looked up and had the decency to apologize with a look. He slowly brought a hand up to her cheek, feeling her soft skin. “Do you- can I-“ his words were cut off as Sydney suddenly sat straight up in his bed, causing his arms to fall away from her. “Carmy,” Syd breathed, “I.. I just can’t. I don’t know how to do this. After everything tonight- and Claire- and you probably had hypothermia just now- it’s a lot.” Carmy squeezed her hand in understanding. “Syd, I get it. I’m sorry. I should not have put you in this position tonight.”

Syd smiled sadly, her dark eyes wide. “But Carmy? I liked this. You know, except for the part where I had to basically carry you up the stairs. And the whole me worrying about you having hypothermia part? So ok now that I’m hearing myself a lot of it actually sucked? But also I got to see at least 17 tattoos I’ve never seen before, and I’m also not saying no, OK? I just think we need some time.” She got up then to stop vomiting out words. Carmy rolled out of bed too, swaying slightly as he stood. He put his arms around her in a tight hug. She leaned her slender body into him for a second, forgetting everything she’d just said. “Text me when you’re home safe?” he asked. His eyes smoldered. Syd was pretty sure she had never smoldered at anyone. “Yeah,” Sydney said unevenly. She somehow turned around and walked to the door without passing out. As she closed the door, she saw him, still staring at her. And “Jesus Christ, fuck me,” she thought. “Those abs. Will I see those abs again?”

As she walked towards the train, she looked at her phone and saw several messages and missed calls from Nat, each one more frantic than the last. She called her immediately, explaining that she had stayed with Carmy until he warmed up. She mentioned making the tea and helping him change his clothes, but she left out the rest. Natalie thanked her profusely before hanging up. Eyebrows raised, Syd threw her hands up as she walked. Being a human was so confusing sometimes.

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Christmas in Gotham

Summary: An orphan all her life, Y/N is simply too old to remain at The Bowery Home any longer. That is where an anonymous patron has swooped in to send her off to college and all he requires…a monthly letter of her academic progress.

Based off the book and musical “Daddy Long Legs”

Pairing: Bruce Wayne x Reader

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From the Home of the Gordon Family

31st December

Dear Batman,

I meant to write to you before and thank you for your Christmas cheque, but life in the Gordon household is very absorbing, and I don't seem able to find two consecutive minutes to spend at a desk.

I bought a new gown—one that I didn't need, but just wanted. My Christmas present this year is from Batman; my family just sent love.

I've been having the most beautiful vacation visiting Barbara. She lives in a big old-fashioned brick house with white trimmings set back from the street—exactly the kind of house that I used to look at so curiously when I was in the Bowery Home, and wonder what it could be like inside. I never expected to see with my own eyes—but here I am! Everything is so comfortable and restful and homelike; I walk from room to room and drink in the furnishings.

It is the most perfect house for children to be brought up in; with shadowy nooks for hide and seek, and open fireplaces for pop-corn, and an attic to romp in on rainy days and slippery banisters with a comfortable flat knob at the bottom, and a great big sunny kitchen, and a nice, fat, sunny cook who has lived in the family thirteen years and always saves out a piece of dough for the children to bake. Just the sight of such a house makes you want to be a child all over again.

And as for families! I never dreamed they could be so nice. Barbara has a father and mother and grandmother, and the sweetest three-year-old baby sister all over curls, and a medium-sized brother who always forgets to wipe his feet, and a big, good-looking brother named Jimmie, who is a junior at Princeton.

Bruce's eyes scanned the words on the paper, his usually stoic expression revealing a flicker of surprise and something akin to dismay. He couldn't deny the unease that settled in his chest at the mention of this mysterious young man. The thought of Y/N, someone he had mentored and grown fond of, showing interest in someone else triggered an unexpected pang of discomfort.

A low groan escaped him as he set the letter down on the desk. The idea of Y/N having an interest in a man didn't sit well with him, stirring emotions he hadn't anticipated. He couldn't quite put his finger on why it bothered him so, but the realization that she might be drawn to someone outside their mentor-mentee relationship brought a sense of unrest.

Leaning back in his chair, Bruce ran a hand through his hair, contemplating how to react to Y/N's letter. He couldn't deny the connection they shared, and the notion of someone else vying for her attention created a subtle tension in the air.

We have the jolliest times at the table— everybody laughs and jokes and talks at once, and we don't have to say grace beforehand. It's a relief not having to thank Somebody for every mouthful you eat. (I dare say I'm blasphemous; but you'd be, too, if you'd offered as much obligatory thanks as I have.)

Such a lot of “things we've done—I can't begin to tell you about them. Mr. Gordon is the Commissioner of Gotham and Christmas Eve he had a tree for the officers’ children. It was in the long packing room which was decorated with evergreens and holly. Jimmie Gordon was dressed as Santa Claus and Barbara and I helped him distribute the presents.

Dear me, Batman, but it was a funny sensation! I felt as benevolent as a Trustee of the John Grier home. I kissed one sweet, sticky little boy—but I don't think I patted any of them on the head!

And two days after Christmas, they gave a dance at their own house for ME. It was the first really true ball I ever attended—college doesn't count where we dance with girls. I had a new white evening gown (your Christmas present—many thanks) and long white gloves and white satin slippers. The only drawback to my perfect, utter, absolute happiness was the fact that Mrs. Lippett couldn't see me leading the cotillion with Jimmie Gordon. Tell her about it, please, the next time you visit the B. H.

Also, who should have been invited to this event but Mr. Bruce Wayne himself! Apparently he is friends with the Gordons and I had the opportunity to thank him again in person for the lovely chocolates. He introduced me to his friends and inquired about my education and recommended a book to me. In the most gentlemanly of actions, he sent the book to the Gordon home the next day with a note that I should keep the book and add it to my personal collection. He says that every respectable writer should have a collection of books and I find that I agree with him completely. I find myself dreaming of a day where i can live in a grand home and collect books to my heart’s content.

Yours ever,

Y/N Abbott

PS. Have you ever read Gulliver’s Travel? I wonder what you would think of such a fantastical novel!

PPS. Would you be terribly displeased, Bats, if I didn't turn out to be a Great Author after all, but just a Plain Girl?

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