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jeridandridge · 22 days

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Hardest of Hearts

Melissa helps you handle a life changing event. CW: talk of Abortion

A/N: This is a different angle on a trope we’ve seen many times. I decided to explore the other side of a very real situation.

On a Friday afternoon you sit at your usual table with Melissa and Barbara tapping away on your phone lost in your own thoughts. The senseless chatter from Janine and Jacob going on behind you doesn’t even register as you look at the test results on your phone screen.

“Hey you okay, hon?” Melissa sits looking at you concerned.

You can’t do anything but nod and give her a tight smile as your heart beats fast against your ribcage.

“Sweetheart, you look like you’ve seen a ghost. What’s wrong?” Barbara asks in the most comforting way only Barbara knows how.

Letting out a sigh you lock your phone and reach out for your water bottle instead. “I’m okay, really.” It was a lie, but none of your co workers needed to know your personal business. Especially Barbara and Melissa.

The redhead looks at you with something in her eyes that you cant place and you feel like you could cry right there. Being in love with the woman didn’t help your current situation. Getting up abruptly you give the group a tight smile as you gather your things. “I have some stuff to catch up on, you guys have a good weekend.”

As you walk out of the lounge you try to keep it together long enough to get up to your classroom. Looking at the clock you take a shaky breath realizing you have two hours left. It would be an easy rest of the day, you’d been letting the kids work on their own on a project anyway. You could make it.

As soon as your kids are gone you grab your bag and keys slipping out to your car before you can see any of your co workers in the hallway. On your drive away from Abbott you replay that day in your head. Melissa being mad at Gary all day. You planning on asking Melissa to dinner. Gary showing up at the last possible minute for a Valentine’s Day surprise. You meeting your friends at the bar. You going home with one of them. Now here you are pregnant according to your blood tests.

“Stupid.” You huff under your breath. You were always careful. Never hooking up with strangers, always using condoms. Now on your way home you come to the firm decision that you’re not ready to be a mother. You couldn’t even keep a plant alive. You had no right bringing a child into the world when you were still figuring your life out and living in a shoebox of an apartment.

Parking and going inside you lock yourself in for the weekend planning on trying to relax before making an appointment at the clinic for as soon as possible. That’s when you decide you’ll tell Melissa what’s going on. You might not have gotten the girl, but you did trust her with your life.

As the evening goes by, you receive a few texts from Melissa asking how you are and what’s going on but you leave your phone alone. Sitting with a book in your lap you try to escape reality for just a moment, only to be brought out of the story by a consistent knock on the door.

“I’m coming!” You call out getting off the couch. Looking through the peep hole you sigh when you see the redhead standing there with her hair up, hoodie on, and a bag in hand. Opening the door you keep your hand on the knob opening it just enough.

“Melissa, what are you doing here?”

“You’ve been acting weird and weren’t answering my texts so I thought I’d come by.” She shrugs holding up the bag from the store. “I brought treats and I miss you.”

Sucking in a breath you nod opening the door for her to come in. “I’ve been around,” you say softly.

“Yeah hon but something’s goin on. Can we talk about it?” She asks as you lock the door once more.

“There’s not much to talk about, Mel. Honest.”

Not believing a word you say yourself, it doesn’t shock you when the redhead looks at you with an unamused expression.

“Hon,” she sighs, “I don’t know what I did, but you’ve been kinda avoiding me all week, what’s goin on?”

Plopping down on the couch you bring your knees up to your chest, the redhead sitting across from you. God she was pretty.

“It’s not you, Mel. I swear. It’s a me thing and hopefully soon I won’t have to worry about it.”

Melissa reaches out gently cupping your cheek. For just a moment your eyes flutter shut as you enjoy the contact.

“You don’t have to lie to me. You’re talkin to the queen of hiding emotions.” She teases you with a small smile.

Taking a breath you gently reach for her hand removing it from your cheek so you can hold it, a gentle squeeze from the older woman grounding you.

“I’m only going to tell you this because we’re friends and I trust you with my life.” You start, your hands shaking as a cold sweat hits you.

“About a month ago, I went out and did something stupid. Now I’m pregnant.”

Melissa gently squeezes your hands.

“And I can’t keep it.” You let out as the tears start to burn your eyes.

“Oh hon,” she moves forward to hug you, but before she can you reach out resting a hand on her shoulder. The smell of her perfume hits your nose and that only adds to your

“If you hug me right now I think I’ll fall apart.” You all but plead with her.

The redhead nods putting her hands in her lap as you sit in front of her practically shaking.

“What can I do?” Is all she asks. And that’s when the dam breaks.

Tears fall down your cheeks in anger and sadness, undoubtedly making you look psychotic. You wished you could tell her everything, but you can’t. Not now.

“Take me to the clinic?”

The redhead looks at you with watery eyes nodding. “I got you.” She hums gently offering you her hand.

Reaching out you open your arms, finally ready for a hug as you calm your breathing. you hold onto Melissa like she’s your lifeline, a raft keeping you afloat in dangerous waters. She holds you as if you’re going to disappear into thin air.

From that moment on the weekend turns into a blur. That night you climb into bed with Melissa beside you, her hand rubbing soothing circles against your back through your shirt. You want to turn over and wrap around her but think better of it. You’re close enough, you won’t ruin it.

The next morning you wake up with Melissa’s arm wrapped around you and her front pressed to your back in a warm embrace beneath the blankets. When you shift you realize she’s already awake, moving back a bit to let you move.

“I’m sorry I’m ruining your weekend.” You hum moving to face her.

Jade eyes meet yours and soft pink lips curl into a small smile. “Don’t be sorry, hon. My weekend was gonna be crappy reality tv and grocery shopping.”

“Not doing anything with Gary?” You ask with a quirked brow.

“Oh that,” she hums. “Yeah that’s over.”

She says it so nonchalantly, you can’t tell if it’s a good thing or not for her.

“Oh.” Is all you say and that’s where that conversation ends despite you wanting to know more.

As the weekend goes on you’re pampered by Melissa. She makes sure you eat and stay hydrated, and is right by your side when the clinic calls you back in the afternoon.

“The earliest appointment possible would be great.” You hum into the phone as the redhead gently rubs your back. “Yes, thank you.”

Hanging up you set the phone down and tip your head back letting out a sigh of relief. “I’ll have to call in on Monday.”

“Don’t worry about it, let me handle it.” She says moving for her phone.

“What are you gonna say? It’s a little strange for both of us to need the morning off isn’t it?” You worry, hoping Ava doesn’t ask her too many questions.

“Let me handle Ava, hon. I won’t tell her anything personal.”

“I know you won’t.” You nod. “I just- yeah.” You lean against the counter bringing your hand to your forehead. Your mind was spiraling and you didn’t know how to stop it. Watching Melissa tap on her phone you look down at the floor zoning out.

“All set, hon.” She assures you with a warm smile. “Now what’s goin on over there?” She asks coming up to your side again.

“Nothing, just- thank you.” You tell her sincerely, hoping that’s enough for now.

As the clock ticks you toss and turn on Sunday night unable to calm down. Laying in the dark you sigh under the sheets. Melissa wraps her arm around you once more, brining you closer to her.

“Everything’s gonna be fine.” She gently squeezes you.

You don’t know when, but you manage to fall asleep even if it’s just for a couple hours. Waking up to the sound of your alarm going off you let out a huff staying in the warm bubble you and Melissa were in.

“Hon, you awake?” She hums reaching over for your phone turning the alarm off.

“I’m up.” You whisper not bothering to move from the tangle of legs and the arms you’re being held in. “Thank you, for all of this, Mel.” She can think you just mean being there or taking you for your procedure, but this very moment is enough.

“I’m honored you trust me, hon.” She hums kissing your temple. “We should get moving.”

Knowing she’s right you yawn, sitting up and stretching out as you both get up for the day ahead. Brushing your teeth and washing your face you and Melissa move around your tiny bathroom comfortably as if you do this all the time.

“Did they tell you what to do for aftercare or anything?” She asks brushing out her curls.

“Basically no strenuous activity, I’m gonna have a little bit of bleeding and discomfort.” You shrug trying to play it off. Deep down you were scared of what to expect after, but you knew this was the right decision. Having Melissa at your side even if you haven’t told her your feelings is enough.

“When we get back you’re not doing a damn thing.” She tells you in a voice that tells you not to argue. “Take a nap and let me cook.”

“Well I can’t tell a Schemmenti to stay out of a kitchen now can I?” You joke through a nervous laugh.

“Especially after something like this.” She nods moving through the room to get her boots on.

Watching her from the bathroom you take everything in. The lamp in the room is dim, and her hair cascades down her back in red waves. With everything she’s done for you, you’re not sure how long you can keep your feelings to yourself.

“Mel, can I tell you something?” You asks keeping your eyes on the doorframe.

“Hon, at this point you can tell me anything.” She chuckles tying her laces.

“I’ll understand if you change your mind about taking me this morning. But I need to get this out before I go in there.” You let out in a shaky breath.

Melissa stands back up coming over to you gently taking your hands in hers. “You can tell me whatever you need to tell me. I ain’t goin anywhere.” She promises.

Looking at your fingers laced with hers, you take a deep breath before you meet those gorgeous green eyes again.

“I- this is horrible timing.” You laugh sadly shaking your head.

Melissa lets go of one hand reaching up to gently tip your chin up. “Are you gonna tell me or should we get ready, go, and talk about us when you’re feeling better?” She asks you as if she already knows. The way she looks at you tells you she knows.

Swallowing hard you nod, keeping your hand in hers.

Something shifts. The fear you had starts to lift as you walk out to her car a little while later. In your sweatpants and hoodie you sink into the passenger seat with your bag and water bottle taking deep breaths.

Watching the redhead get in the car she settles herself and starts it up, pulling out of your apartment complex. Going through the streets it’s relatively quiet in the city, some people are just going home and some are getting ready for a long day. As you get closer to the clinic you feel Melissa’s hand on yours stilling your shaking you hadn’t realized was happening.

“Is Barb gonna hate me?” You ask quietly, thinking of how you dragged her best friend into this mess. She was a Christian woman after all.

“Barb doesn’t need to know your business,” Melissa shakes her head. “But if you do tell her, she’s Barb, hon. She’s not gonna hate you ever. Especially when you’re with me.” She squeezes your hand with a soft smile.

The rest of the drive goes fine after that. You do your breathing and hold Melissa’s hand, only looking up as you pull into the lot where you were instructed to go to. Parking, Melissa gets out with you giving you a sense of relief. “I told ya I’m not goin anywhere.”

And sure enough she doesn’t. Through the paperwork and exam process, Melissa is by your side holding your hand. When you wake up from the procedure she’s there in the waiting room as you’re pushed out in the wheel chair. The kind nurse that was there from the start takes you out to the car making sure you get in safely with Melissa’s help.

Sitting groggy and sore you look at Melissa through the window with hooded eyes as she speaks to the woman, realizing you fell for her for all the right reasons. The drive home is a slow one. Melissa takes her time making sure to avoid as many potholes as possible, driving cautiously enough to have people honking at her.

“Yeah yeah go around me.” She rolls her eyes.

“Don’t use the car bat.” You mumble the joke out, eyes still closed in the passenger seat. When you wake up to Melissa carefully opening the car door you feel her hand stroking your cheek.

“Hon, cmon let’s get you inside.”

Sitting up you blink a couple times, swinging your legs out of the car you wince as you get up.

“Nice and easy.” She encourages wrapping her arm around your waist.

Leaning into her you walk slower than usual into the building. You were happy you had an elevator. Up to your apartment Melissa keeps you close, keeping her arm around you as you unlock the door.

“Let’s get you to bed, hon.”

“Come with me?” You ask quietly, as if she hadn’t already told you she knows how you feel about her. She was so understanding of everything and on top of that you were so tired you could cry.

The redhead nods, gently rubbing your back as you go back to where you started your day just a couple hours ago. Getting your shoes off Melissa helps you lift your legs onto the bed, putting the blanket over you. Laying there in your still dark room you wait for the redhead to join you, her arms immediately going around you as she lays down.

When you feel her lips meet your temple in a soft kiss you let out a content sigh, drifting off to sleep with your hand over hers.

#abbott elementary #Melissa Schemmenti x reader #Melissa Schemmenti #lisa ann walter #wlw #Melissa Schemmenti x you

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nyxwanderland · 8 months

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♡ boyfriend iwaizumi hajime

pairing → iwaizumi hajime x reader genre → fluffwarnings → none word count → 611

• boyfriend iwaizumi is usually rough and blunt in his actions and words, but he tries to be as gentle as possible if it's you. • you don't mind because you know he's trying to be better and you appreciate him his efforts.

• boyfriend iwaizumi loves doing skin care with you. • he is going to complain the entire time, like "ah shit, it's too cold." or "how long will it take for this to dry?" and also "don't peel it off! it hurts!!" • but he will certainly join you for another session again.

• boyfriend iwaizumi sends you memes at any time of the day, whether it be in the morning before leaving for work or at 2:30 am. • "this you lol." • and you HAVE to send another one back to match his energy.

• boyfriend iwaizumi crashes at your apartment whenever he has an exhausting day and doesn't feel like driving to his place. • one reason may be that his workplace is closer to yours than it is to his. • but you surely know that the main reason is your company and the meals that you feed him yourself. • he sometimes stays the night as he demands your cuddles and featherlight strokes on his back before going to sleep.

• boyfriend iwaizumi wakes up way before you and just stares lovingly at your sleeping face, chuckling a bit as he wipes off the drool from your chin. • he takes some photos of you before you wake up from your slumber as well.

• boyfriend iwaizumi doesn't know how to cook, but he just watches you prepare breakfast for both of you in the kitchen, occasionally kissing your neck whenever you walk past him. • once, he tried to make breakfast while you were sleeping. • and... he burned the eggs. • you do teach him some basic recipes from time to time so that he doesn't starve himself to death when he's at his own place.

• boyfriend iwaizumi identifies as the 'sunshine protector' and his pronouns are protect/atallcosts. • not the oh-so-protective type; he knows you can take care of yourself and trusts you wholeheartedly. • the protective mode is on when he finds anyone looking at you with unholy intentions or harassing you. • he WILL punch the living hell out of the said person.

• boyfriend iwaizumi is used to getting his ass smacked by you every now and then. • he doesn't really understand why you're obsessed with his butt, although you try your best to explain to him that his ass is delicious you just can't help it. • you find yourself touching his biceps and chest as well. • "...you good, y/n?" "excuse me? it's not my fault you have insane body proportions."

• boyfriend iwaizumi is super touchy. • he just can't walk with you unless he's touching you. • your arms brushing past each other, holding hands, his arm around your waist or shoulders—he just has to keep touching you otherwise he won't function.

• boyfriend iwaizumi melts when you take the initiative to kiss him first. • it's usually the other way around, but when you suddenly kiss him out of the blue, his face turns as red as a cherry. • he may show annoyance, but of course he loves it so much. he just hates to admit it.

• boyfriend iwaizumi will leave everything behind just to tend to your needs if you're having a bad day. • he buys you your favourite snacks and other stuff to cheer you up. • he lets you cry on his shoulder; it doesn't matter if your tears or even your snot is ruining his shirt.

• boyfriend iwaizumi goes above and beyond just to see you smile. he loves you more than just to the moon and back.

#someone give me an iwaizumi hajime #he's so hot and handsome and gorgeous #delusional #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu x reader hc #iwaizumi x reader #like and reblog #like and follow

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mistydeyes · 8 months

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never grow up

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summary: Your husband's early death leaves you trying to put back the pieces together with your children. Yet at every milestone and after years of their passing, you're still reminded that they aren't here. Highkey inspired by Never Grow Up (TS Version), this song would literally always make me cry and I still listen to it on my drive back to college.

pairing: 141 x fem!Reader (continuation with the mum from my previous fic)

warnings: major character death, angst, swearing, alcoholism

a/n: just gotta keep this angst train going I GUESS but what happens when they die instead of you?

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Your little hand's wrapped around my finger And it's so quiet in the world tonight Your little eyelids flutter 'cause you're dreamin' So I tuck you in, turn on your favorite night light

"Let's get you to bed," you said as your little twins walked out of the bathroom. This routine felt foreign to you as Johnny had always helped you get them ready. "C'mon let's get those teeth brushed," you said gently as you led your children upstairs. After a few minutes, Johnny had finished the dishes and he smiled to himself as he joined into the small bathroom. "Alright now let's show Daddie how we brush," you exclaimed and Johnny watched as you all danced around the room, toothbrushes in hand. He loved the rhythmic sound of your footsteps dancing around as you tried to make the nightly routine fun. "All done!" your daughter exclaimed as she stood there proudly. Your son joined next to her and they showed off their matching pajamas. "Can't tell you two apart," he joked as the whole home was filled with giggles.

That thought was in the past as he had been gone for two weeks and you struggled every day. The world had lost its color and everything was more quiet than you remembered. You'd drive down different streets to avoid your husband's memory and even changed your entire routine but the grief is still there. You had taken off an indeterminate amount of time from work and no one blamed you. This was the first time putting your children to bed as your sister had been helping you out for the last few weeks. As you tucked the twins in, your son reached out and held your hand tightly.

"Mammy, I can't sleep," he whispered and your heart broke. His hand was wrapped around your finger and he looked at you with tears in his eyes. "I can stay for a while," you quietly said as you tried to lie down in your son's small bed. Your son cuddled up to you as he cried into your arm. "Why did Daddie go away?" he wailed as you shakily patted his back. You took a moment to answer as you tried to blink away tears of your own. "He was going somewhere we couldn't but trust me he's having lots of fun" you whispered as the tears began to fall freely, "he's probably watching a football game, you know how much he loves those." Your son sniffled for a few moments and you could feel your arm become soaked with the little one's tears.

"Are you gonna go too, Mammy?" you son asked shakily. "I'll be here when you wake up, trust me," you said reassuringly before your son rolled over and cried to sleep. You continued to draw reassuring circles on his back as you held your sobs in. You stayed like that until you could see his eyelids flutter and the room was filled with rhythmic breathing. You kissed your son and daughter on the forehead as you quietly left the room. You made sure to turn the nightlight on before exiting into the dark hallway. You closed the door to the bedroom quietly and headed downstairs. No matter how long it had been, you couldn't sleep in your bed as you would always wake up expecting his smiling face to be there.

At fourteen, there's just so much you can't do And you can't wait to move out someday and call your own shots

"Alright enjoy the movie, love" you said as you dropped your daughter off to the cinema. After days of fighting, you had allowed her to go and meet some friends. Your daughter knew it was a difficult time so she tried to be understanding but eventually, it all exploded. Your son had moved out and naturally, you and your daughter were at odds. Words had been said and you both regretted them. If Simon were here, he would have taken the situation over and somehow you would have come to an agreement. But he wasn't and you were left to deal with it alone.

"Thanks, Mum," she said curtly before she went to exit the door. You stopped her before she opened it. "I'm sorry," you began to say as her back faced you, "Rose, it's not fair that you have to stay home because of it." You refused to say his death but you both knew today was the anniversary of his passing. Even turned away, you could tell your daughter was still upset. Your daughter let a few tears fall before she turned to you. "I'm sorry too, Mum," she said as she embraced you. You shared a quiet moment before your daughter heard her friends call to her. "I'll have Imogen's mum drop me off later," she said before you could object. "I already asked so you don't have to worry," she whispered before kissing your cheek and walking away.

When you went home, you poured the same bottle of Bourbon you had kept all these years. You were conservative with it and portioned two out, always one for you and one for him. You shakily poured the heavy bottle into the crystal glasses you had been given on your wedding day. You closed your eyes as you tried to remember his voice. "Simon look!" you exclaimed and he turned to look at you. He blocked the mid-afternoon light as he leant down on the couch. "John got us lowball classes so we can enjoy some good ol' Southern bourbon together," you remarked and twirled the glasses in your hand. "I thought you hated the stuff, love" he replied as he took them to be washed. "I could learn to love it for my new husband," you joked before he kissed you on the cheek. You tried to remember what he were wearing but your memory failed you. When you opened your eyes, part of you expected to see him there but instead in front of you were two glasses filled with the brown liquid. You choked down the brown solution as you painfully swallowed his memory and the strong liquor.

When your daughter returned home, she took the other glass and poured it out into the sink. She put the ornate bottled bourbon away and threw out the other cheap bourbon you had bought on your way home. Just another failed attempt of enjoying your late husband's favorite alcohol. "I'm home, Mum, let's get you to bed," she whispered as she gently shook your arm. You hugged her goodnight before you ascended the stairs to the empty bedroom. As you shut the door, your daughter could've sworn she heard you cry.

Take pictures in your mind of your childhood room Memorize what it sounded like when your dad gets home Remember the footsteps, remember the words said

"Alright Ives, it's time to go to bed," you called as you entered your daughter's bedroom. The room was barren except for a few objects, the rest were sitting downstairs in cardboard boxes taking up the dining room. Your daughter was finishing up packing her remaining things when she turned to you. "We have a long day tomorrow," you said as you moved the box to the hallway. You looked around the room and frowned slightly at the emptiness. "I couldn't get the stars off," Ivy said quietly and you looked up to see glow-in-the-dark stars plastered to the ceiling. The stars had been up there since she was young, a purchase you had made when your daughter, at 5 years old, expressed interest in space. "Dad must've super glued it or something," she laughed sadly as she joined your eyes to the ceiling. You remembered when Kyle offered to put them up, haphazardly hanging off a ladder as he glued the small stars. "He loved this house, probably never wanted us to leave," you replied and hugged her goodnight.

You took one last look at the room before closing the door gently and retreating to the bedroom. You walked around the cardboard box and slowly made your way through the hallway. You navigated with the glow of the soft lights, avoiding looking at the photographs that depicted your late husband. You couldn't look at the happy gaze of him on your wedding day or when you had first brought Ivy home. In the glare of the overhead lights, they attempted to call for your attention. The last photo before your bedroom was his military portrait, sent to you by parcel from the Special Air Service. You couldn't pass this one idly by as the light switch sat next to it. Your husband looked so proud in his formal uniform and you let your hand gently glide along the frame.

As you entered your bedroom, you laid out your clothes out for the next morning. It wasn't anything special just some simple shorts and a shirt. Despite that, you knew Kyle would still say you were the most beautiful woman on earth. You settled on the simple attire as you were moving your daughter into uni and knew the day would be filled with a long drive and an even longer time transporting all of her things. You used to put your clothes out every morning and Kyle would always place his next to yours. The room was relatively untouched since he died, with only a few new pictures of you and your daughter sitting on the dresser. You half-heartedly walked to the bathroom and went through the motions of your evening routine before sinking underneath the cold sheets.

As you closed your eyes to sleep, you could remember Kyle coming home when your daughter was still young. Kyle would always arrive late at night and would always be silent when he came home. However, you and your daughter would always be up waiting for him. "Shhh I think he's coming," you whispered as you saw the driveway's floodlights turn on. As Kyle turned the knob, he saw you and your daughter sitting on the steps. "Welcome home!" you both announced as you went to hug him. "Loves, what are you doing awake?" he asked but he knew the answer. "It's a tradition, no matter how late," you said as you kissed his cheek. "Now let's get you unpacked," Ivy said as she struggled to take his duffle upstairs.

So here I am in my new apartment In a big city, they just dropped me off It's so much colder than I thought it would be

"And that's the last box," you said as you placed the cardboard box on your son's counter. After a whole day of moving, you had finally finished getting everything out of the moving truck. Your son was on his own now, having moved to London and was starting a new job that Monday. He navigated the busy streets with the truck and you both felt accomplished as you looked at the wide space. The air was cold as you begun the day and now small snow crystals coated the flat's window.

"He would've loved this place," you said as you put your head on your son's shoulders. The flat was fit for a young adult, with a kitchen, a bathroom, a bedroom, and a nice living room. "Did I ever tell you how bad his first assignment was?" you joked and your son laughed. When you first met John, you hated the small barracks he found himself in when he was his son's age. Part of you was glad your son hadn't joined the military, John always regretted the long months away from home. "He would have thought this was great but he would've taken over the unpacking," he replied and you smiled at your husband's memory. He was right after all, you always had a vision on how to turn a house into a home and John would always follow with the heavy lifting. "I guess he would have," you replied sadly and your son saw a few tears fall. You stood like that for a few moments before you saw yourself out with a promise to call sometime that week.

As you arrived to the empty home, you gently hung your coat on the rack. You were now officially an empty nester as your youngest was gone. You smiled sadly as you looked on the calendar as to when your eldest and his family would be visiting again. As you counted down the days, you remembered when you were pregnant and decorating your youngest son's nursery. "John, no put that over there," you directed as you sat in a chair with your enlarged belly. "I don't think the baby is going to care, sweetheart," he replied as he moved the framed map to the other side of the nursery. You had insisted on hanging vintage maps and travel posters, even purchasing a mobile with hanging clouds and a plane. You hoped your son would travel the world some day. "I'll care though," you said as he nailed the picture in. John sat next to you as you smiled at him. "You'd think I'd know a thing or two after two kids," he joked and placed a hand on your stomach. Almost immediately, the baby kicked as he held his hand there softly. "He agrees with my design choices," you joked and the room filled with laughter. While you did accomplish some destinations with your children on shared travel bucket list, it never was the same. The worn postcards from your travels as a young adult sat in the same box it always had. You grabbed them from the shelf, blowing off some accumulated dust. As you looked at your delicate handwriting and depiction of your travels, you felt some tears pierce your eyes. At the bottom of the pile, lay your only postcard you received from John. A postcard from Amsterdam with the writing reading "To my favorite traveler, here's one place I went to before you. Love, John"

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mar3ggiata · 2 months

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professional help, introduction.

simon riley x original character.

trigger warnings: violence, sexual assault, mentions of rape, mentions of death, trauma, sexual themes, swearing, use of alcohol and drugs, mafia - type organisations, eating disorders, depression, heavy mentions of gruesome death, abortions.

song to listen to when reading this: Dolcenera, Fabrizio de Andrè.

Black that carries away, that carries away the way,

black not seen in an entire lifetime,

so sweetblack, black, black that beats you up, that knocks down the doors.

The first time he ever saw her, she was crying. No, not necessarily crying, she was in a weird state of shock and terror. She was angry, more than anything. She looked like a demonic bunny, she was sweet and gentle but the look of pure rage on her face nearly scared him. His captain asked him to give her a ride to her house, it wasn't safe for her to drive in that condition. He thought she was his daughter he never knew about. Take one of the cars, he said, would you please get her out of here? He sensed something strange in his voice. Worry or, perhaps, guilt. What happened? Who was she, was she in danger? Why? The captain turned towards her, slightly slouching to get at her eye level. He couldn't really hear what he was saying, something along the lines of 'I trust him' and 'you don't worry, he'll get you home'. She looked at him like she was gonna jump on him and eat him alive, bite his neck and rip his skull open. Then she looked up at Ghost like he was going to be her next victim, right after his captain. She stood silent, fists curled with rage at her sides. She was small, short. She had a bag with her, large enough to fit a laptop. Did she work there? She was wearing smart attire, a blazer jacket a turtleneck, shiny black shoes. Was she a doctor? A lawyer? She's too young to be a lawyer, how old is she, 22? 24?

Black of bad luck, that kills and moves on,

black like the misfortune of making a den where there’s no moon, moon,

black of bitterness.

'This way' that's all he said. She was following him, dead serious. This is what weird nightmares that hunt you for the entire week look like. She walked with her back straight, she walked fast. Who is this, he continued to ask himself. He couldn't ask her for sure, he didn't want to die just yet. How come I never saw you? What did you do?

'Are you alright?' he finally asked when they approached one of the black trucks in the parking lot of the base. She spoke for the first time. Her voice was of someone who had been screaming and crying. 'Drive' she said, her voice raspy but her tone steady and firm. He watched her close the car door on the passenger side, she kept looking at the base behind them. Is someone after you? What happened, are you being followed is that why is not safe for you to get home by yourself? He did as she said, without replying. Her eyes stood fixated on the base that kept getting farther away from them as they took off, driving towards the city center. If she lived there, it would probably take them about 20 minutes to get there, through the desert. She seemed to slightly relax once they were deep in the deserted street, going just 10km/h over the speed limit. No one was on the road. She had her hands pressed between her thighs, to prevent them from shaking. She looked straight ahead of her. If he didn't kept glancing at her, he could have sworn she was a ghost.

He never managed to know what had happened, nor who she was. She vanished. No one ever spoke about that evening and he never saw her again. That is, until today.

notes: he could have sworn she was a Ghost babyyyy. brace yourselves this story will be long, I have a lot to say. my name is mare, first of all, i use she/her pronouns and english is not my first language!! I have no idea how to work with Tumblr, please bare with me I'm new, I don't know anything, teach me... the story is ongoing, however I have many chapters prepared. also, everything is fictional, every place, person, mission, everyone is fake. if you see similarities with the real world, it's a coincidence. these characters are not real. there will be a lot of detail, new people, characters I made up along with the original ones and notes at the end of each chapter. I do not consent to this work being re-published or translated. if you don't like how I portray the characters, don't read the story. if I make mistakes, do tell me. please read the trigger warnings because it might get violent and I am not responsible for your media consumption. the main character is an original character which I created, she has a name and is described physically in detail. enjoyy.

notes: song concept: "Dolcenera" is about a tryst that never came about due to the disruption of a major flood, such as occurred in Genoa in 1970. The term "dolcenera" refers to the dual nature of water - sweet when it is pure and life-giving, and black when it is fouled and out of control as in a flood.

#simon ghost riley #ghost cod #ghost headcanons #ghost fanfiction #cod mw2 #cod x reader #call of duty modern warfare #call of duty #john soap mactavish #soap cod #john price #captain price #gaz cod #gaz call of duty

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matryosika · 2 years

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Day 3: Oil + Titfucking with Hyunjin

Wordcount — 1,673

Includes — Mentions of periods (and what they entail) and (implied) mentions of period sex. Reader is going through that time of the month but the description is minimal and somewhat relevant for the plot but absolutely irrelevant for the smut. Established relationship, fluff, teasing, oil massage, titfucking, handjob, body/facial cumshot, and cum eating.

Author's note — Truly a fantasy! This is day three of kinktober, and I hope you guys like it! I really never thought of writing something entirely for titfucking but here we are. Please keep in mind that english isn't my first language, so I apologize for any grammar/spelling mistakes in advance!

There’s nowhere to look but his hands.

Long and slim fingers, decorated with silver, cold rings that send shivers down your spine every time they graze against your skin; fadly reddened and prominent veins that change appearance ever so slightly as he massages your breasts, cupping them perfectly as if his hands were perfectly made for just that.

Hyunjin glares at you with concern when a faint cry falls from your lips, but you are quick to reassure him. “Don’t worry”.

“Do they hurt badly?” he asks, laying down next to you with his hands all over your chest.

You shake your head. “Feel so much better now”.

It is that week again, like every other month. You wouldn’t mind getting your period if it wasn’t that uncomfortable —painful pimples, cramps, lower back pain and sore breasts are just a few things you have to deal with whenever that time comes.

Hyunjin doesn’t like to see you suffering, especially because of something you have no control over, so he always try his best to make these days easier for you —he stops at the drugstore when you need him to, cooks for you when you are craving something and takes care of your body when the discomfort becomes almost intolerable.

He always does so without you having to ask for it and, truth is, he is always happy to comply with every necessity you have. But if there is one thing Hyunjin enjoys the most, and that he does not only for your comfort but for his own delight, it’s this.

“God,” you sigh when he squeezes your breasts softly, making sure he is smearing all of the oily lotion evenly. Hyunjin can be careless, rough and a bit clumsy when it comes to daily activities, but never when it is about your body.

When he has his hands all over you, he touches and caresses you like you are made of glass, as if one harsh squeeze or rough touch could turn you into pieces —he drags his hands gently, applying just the right pressure and massaging the places where you need him the most. In all honesty, the trust and intimacy between you remains unmatched; there’s absolutely no other man you would share with a moment like this.

“How was work?” he asks so casually, as if his hands aren’t stimulating you.

Of course, you know his intentions are pure, yet you are not oblivious to his touch.

“Awful,” you reply with a soft laugh that soon turns into a purr. “My tits have been killing me all day —the only good thing about it it’s that they look good”.

Hyunjin laughs along, but he knows it’s true. These days, especifically, they look bigger and swollen; they also get more sensitive, and the way you react to his touch drives him insane.

“How was yours?” you ask him, interrupting the comfortable silence that built around the two of you.

“Good,” he sighs, swiftly licking his lips when the tip of his fingers graze against your erect nipples. “Kind of stressful, but that’s nothing new”.

“Sorry I can’t help you make it better,” you coo, taking into account his words and glaring shamelessly at the bulge inside his sweatpants.

Hyunjin offers you an endearing and nurturing smile while he continues to massage your breasts, ignoring the painful tension between his legs. “Being with you already made it a thousand times better”.

“Yeah but-” your eyes glance at his erection before you continue, “on top of it being a stressful day, you will have to deal with that on your own”.

He smiles fondly once again.

“I don’t mind,” he shakes his head, a few strands of his dark hair falling to frame his face. “Just want to make you feel better”.

“If by making me feel better you mean turning me on,” you mumble in between whimpers, “then you are doing great!”

“You know that wasn’t my intention,” he laughs softly while shaking his head, teeth biting his lower lip. “But it’s a common occurrence between us two”.

The chemistry between you and him feels surreal —it’s like your bodies are more connected to each other than to their own minds; sometimes, you aren’t even planning on sharing an intimate moment yet it happens.

You know Hyunjin’s intentions aren’t perverse, but his body is not aware of that; just touching your body is enough to make him hard, and he somewhat feels embarrassed about that.

“I really want you tonight,” you murmur, eyebrows furrowed as his ministrations transition from innocent to sexual.

“You know I have no issue with-”

“I know you don’t,” you interrupt him, scrunching your nose at the possibility of engaging in period sex. “But I don’t feel comfortable doing that”.

“I know,” he understands, and applies more lotion to your breasts. When you feel the cold substance making contact with your skin, you arch your back.

“I still want to make it up for you,” you pout, placing your hands over his and following his movements. “You made me feel good, it’s only fair I do the same in return”.

“How come?” he asks with shortness of breath, getting harder at the sight of you massaging your breasts on your own.

“This is convenient,” you scoff softly, fixing your eyes in your slippery skin that is glistening underneath the dim light of your room. Hyunjin has been thinking of it for a while, but he didn't dare say it until you pointed it out. “I bet it would feel really good, you know?”

He sighs and shakes his head once again. “You are such a tease, you know that?”

You watch as he gets rid of his sweatpants and underwear, admiring him in all its glory. You aren’t wearing anything but your underwear and pajama shorts, so him being naked isn’t too out of place.

“Thought you liked that about me,” you murmur, getting comfortable underneath him.

He places both legs on either side of your body, supporting his weight and preventing him from sitting right on top of you. His hands reach out for the bed’s headboard and, conveniently, aligns his dick in the middle of your breasts.

It’s an odd position, but it doesn’t feel uncomfortable for either of you.

“I do,” he breathes, cock visibly twitching when your oiled hands stroke his length. All the build-up tension it’s making him feel like he is going to come any second, but he doesn’t really care. “Fuck”.

“Does it feel as good as I thought?” you ask seductively, pushing your breasts together for him.

“A thousand times better,” Hyunjin sighs, closing his eyes while his hips acquire a pace of their own. He moves slowly and sensually, trembling at the warm sensation your skin provides. “But it doesn’t feel as being in you does”.

You smile fondly at the comment. The way he is doing his absolute best to repress all the sinful noises that want to escape his lips it’s amusing, yet somewhat cute.

He opens his eyes and he immediately fixes them on the lewd sight he has underneath him: your gaze staring right at him, with both your hands pressing your breasts together while he drags his dick between them, all slippery and sticky with lotion.

“God,” he whimpers, crestfallen and somewhat defeated. The grip on the headboard becomes rougher, and the veins in his arms and neck become prominent, but the pace of his movements it’s still all the same.

The sight it’s something you just can’t forget. He looks aroused, and needy, and too desperate for his release that you feel glad you suggested this.

“You want to come already?” you purr, one of your hands leaving your breasts to focus on stroking him off.

His body spasms when he feels you actively touching him, and you smile.

“I can’t help it,” he sighs, nostrils flaring when a quiet groan leaves his throat. “Feels so fucking good”.

You scoff softly, “Then come,” you whimper, getting aroused at the feeling of his hips thrusting his cock inside your hand. “I know you want to, Hyune”.

He licks his lips and gets immersed into the feeling. He isn’t selfish, but he knows this is about him —you can get your reward later on, during the week, but this moment it’s just for him.

So you stop stroking him to push your breasts together again, allowing him to be the one in control. He buries his cock between them and starts moving a bit faster than before, groaning at how easily he slips between them.

“You look so fucking good like this,” he murmurs through gritted teeth. “Filthy”.

He makes eye contact with you and, the second he does so, he feels the tension starting to unravel. He doesn’t slow down, nor stops his movements, but judged by his breathing and the frantic movements of his hips, you can clearly tell he is just about to come.

“C-can I-”

“Yes,” you don’t let him finish before you nod, letting him know that it is okay, that he can come wherever he wants to. So he exhales with relief when he no longer has to hold his orgasm, spurts of his hot cum landing between your breasts, chin and mouth.

He continues to fuck your tits through his orgasm, his cum creating a sticky messiness between your breasts as he slows down his movements with a few quiet groans leaving his lips. When he stares at you, you stick out your tongue and lick his remains near your lips.

“Stressful day, huh?” you query with a hum, surprised at the amount of cum.

He tries to catch his breath before speaking, still in the same position as he has been for the past few minutes: softening dick on top of your chest, sore legs on either side of your body and hands gripping the bed’s headboard.

“As I said,” he exhales with a smile, bringing his hand to smear the semen on his cock. “Nothing new”.

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[ COMFORT ] 🪷 Elain 🪷

Lucien could not take it anymore. Bottling up all of his problems inside was killing him. He hated himself, he hated his life, he hated his fucking job. He hated that no matter what he did, Tamlin seemed to be so far out of his reach. The last time they'd spoken, Tamlin had given him a black eye. Cauldron boil him, he'd tried not to retaliate, but...something in him had just snapped. Everything that had happened to him over the past several months had just spilled over, and he'd set a driving punch straight into Tamlin's abdomen. Then he tunneled so deep down into that rage that he hadn't even noticed his fire swirling around him as he absolutely pummeled Tamlin. He had burned most of Tamlin's clothes off, and little burn marks peppered his skin. His own clothes, woven with magic fire-resistant cloth from Autumn, remained intact.

Lucien had known that whatever progress he might have made with Tamlin was undone the moment he had punched back. So frustrating-so unbelievably frustrating to have to deal with a broken High Lord and his court, yet no one cared. Feyre hadn't even asked about his eye. Not like Lucien had offered the information; he didn't trust Feyre or the Inner Circle as far as he could throw them. With information, he had no choice. But his feelings? He could keep them to himself and spare himself the hurt.

When he was in his small house in Velaris safely in bed, he let himself cry. Why had his life come to this? What had he done in a previous life to deserve this? Who was he kidding, playing emissary to the Night Court? He didn't belong here any more than he belonged in Spring. Gods, he missed Autumn. He didn't think that was something he'd ever say, but at least Beron had mostly left him alone. He was free to pursue his education, free to make friends amongst the gentry, free to practice his sword and read books and whatever else he was interested in. He loved being busy and visiting other courts, but considering a big part of his work was babysitting a miserable man who had in the latter stages of their relationship become abusive towards him, it was safe to say he'd much rather being doing anything else.

Sigh. He could probably do a ten times better job of ruling than any of these fools, but alas, he was stuck in this weak role of emissary, disrespected by all who associated with him. Not even his mate cared for him.

By the Cauldron, he missed Jesminda. The only person who had ever cared for him, chosen him.

At some point while crying, he fell asleep. Something tugged in his gut, and he found himself watching himself sitting beside a pond, bare feet dipped in the water, and next to him sat a stunningly beautiful brunette. Elain. His Elain. His mate who did not want him-

Lucien, she whispered quietly. This is just a dream, Lucien told himself, but it did not feel that way. No, that tug on his gut was very real.

She was wearing a long ruffled lavender dress with a pretty straw hat on her head. She held a matching basket, but when Lucien looked inside, there were only worms. Lucien jumped back.

"The Night Court gardens' soil is very poor, so I bred some ground worms to help replenish the nutrients," Elain said matter-of-factly, like she hadn't just said the most shocking thing ever. Lucien gaped at her. "You actually bred...?"

"Yes!" Elain said brightly. Then she gently put a hand on his shoulder, her big eyes full of concern. "You seem upset. Is there something wrong?"

Lucien snorted, leaning back and crossing his arms over his chest. "As if you care if something is wrong."

"Of course I care," Elain said insistently. "You are my mate."

"Do not condescend to me," Lucien replied sharply. "I know such things mean nothing to humans."

"But I am no human anymore," Elain said, trying to reach for Lucien's body again. He pulled away again, and he almost regret it looking at the hurt that formed in her doe-brown eyes. But she avoided him like the plague in daylight; was he wrong to return the favor?

"But you still adhere to the human culture and rules," Lucien pointed out.

"It doesn't matter what I adhere to!" Elain shouted exasperatedly. "It doesn't matter how much I tell myself the mating bond means nothing, when I cannot breathe every time you are near. It doesn't matter how much I resent it, how much I feel is the bond and how much is me, when all I can think of when you are close to me are thoughts improper for a lady."

Lucien blinked, heat creeping up in his face as he recalled the absolutely filthy thoughts in her mind as he'd tugged on the bond that one afternoon.

"Fine," Lucien muttered. "It was Tamlin. He's being grumpy and uncooperative. I know he's hurting, but goddamnit, he has hurt me. And Spring has to be up and running soon, else the land is ripe for the taking."

Elain tilted her head curiously. "Is that really all?" Lucien sighed, shaking his head. "No, that was just a culmination of all my frustrations thus far."

"I thought so," Elain answered quietly. "You bottle up your feelings when you are hurt. Throw yourself into your tasks instead rather than wallow about it or engage in self-destructive behavior."

Lucien blinked at her in surprise. "You have been watching me."

"Of course I've been watching you," Elain said as if it were obvious. "How could I not? But also...I understand. You and I are the same in that right, I suppose."

Lucien didn't know what possessed him to do such a thing, but he crawled forward and laid his head on Elain's lap. She looked down at him and smiled serenely, stroking his hair, his cheek, his chin. Then she bent down and pressed a kiss to his forehead.

"Rest darling," Elain said sweetly. "No one can hurt you here." She continued to stroke him gently as his eyes drifted off, and the rest of his sleep was deep and pleasant.

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hoes4hoseok · 1 year

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drive

enhypen as 80's music :: jake as ‘drive’ by the cars

"you can't go on thinking nothing's wrong, but now, who's gonna drive you home tonight?"

pairing :: jake sim x gn!reader genres/au’s :: 80s college au, ex! childhood friend! jake, second chance romance, fluff and a sprinkle of angst at the beginning warnings :: mentions of drinking, mentions of cheating word count :: 1.2k author’s note :: coincidentally, i became obsessed with disney's new rom-com, prom pact, a few days after i started working on this. if you love 80's rom-coms you should def watch it, it was like fuel for me to finish this. anyways, i hope you enjoy! beta readers :: @hanniiesuckle17 and @skz-minchan-enthusiast !! tysm for your help :) soundtrack :: drive by the cars

you aren’t one to stay at a party after starting to cry. so instinctively, upon seeing your very drunk boyfriend with someone else on his lips, you bolted, knowing what was to come. struggling to see past the salty puddles forming in your eyes, you somehow pushed and shoved your way to the most secluded section of the party, at least in the middle of winter — the pool.

and, finally staring down at the illuminated glow of the chlorine-filled water with your legs crossed, you let the tears fall into your hands. the two of you had only been dating for six weeks — despite the fact that you had liked him for months before that. but it was good that you found out now instead of later. crying was the best way to bounce back from a breakup. it was shedding the grudges over your wasted time, of course, but mainly your misplaced trust. these were words of wisdom you had come up with on the spot to comfort yourself, of course, but that didn’t mean it wasn’t true.

after what felt like 20 minutes, your tears slowed to a stop. almost instantly, you became very aware of the temperature, your nose now cold as ice. to your relief, you had a couple of tissues in your jacket. you used them to wipe your tears and nose as you looked up, peering into the party through the sliding glass door. it was only 11 pm—the night was still young. but all you wanted to do was go home and be met with the warmth of your bed again. watch the vhs you rented for a chick flick he said was too “unrealistic”. but you had driven your ex-boyfriend’s car here, and you weren’t particularly in the mood for the hour-long trek that walking home would be. yet. you were going to make yourself ‘in the mood’ even if it took all night—because enduring a car ride from your ex or any of his friends in that overcrowded house party was out of the question.

“y/n?”

you looked up again upon hearing the familiar voice — it was jake — as in, your other ex-boyfriend jake. who you hadn’t seen in months.

he stood with his brows furrowed in concern, sliding the door shut behind him. “what are you doing out here?”

you managed to crack a slight smile as he walked around the pool. “nothing, it was just way too stuffy in there. i don’t love crowds, you know that. you can go back inside,”

“okay,” jake completely ignored your suggestion, lowering himself to the ground with his legs crossed just as you had. “then why were you crying?”

“no offense, but this is not a conversation i’d like to have with you,” you looked up at jake, eyelashes still wet from your tears.

“why, because we dated for two minutes in junior high, or because i’ve seen you cry countless times before?” jake wore an amused smile, shrugging while he continued. “suit yourself. i’m great at comforting people, though,”

“it was not two minutes, it was three weeks. and you’ve only seen me cry twice,” jake’s smile widened at your response, knowing you were warming up to him again. “my boyfriend was making out with someone else in there,”

“oh…” jake began, his voice softening, “that sucks. he’s the one who you went to prom with last year, right?”

“yeah,” you looked down at your hands, stuffing them into the pockets of your windbreaker. “we weren’t dating yet, though,”

“ah yes, i remember,” jake nodded, “my mom kept telling me how upset you were because he didn’t ask you out. you guys took a long time to make it official,”

“yeah, yeah, thanks for the recap,” you cupped your face between your hands, resting your elbows on your thighs. “i’m an idiot,”

“if this made you an idiot, half the planet would be one,” jake scoffed, “you liked him. it’s easy to get blindsided by people you have feelings for,”

“well, half the planet needs a reality check, then,” you exhaled deeply, “i know i did,”

“why do you insist on blaming yourself for something that was solely that jerk’s fault?” jake rolled his eyes as he leaned back on his palms, knowing you weren’t looking his way.

“i don’t blame myself for the fact that he cheated, i blame myself for not seeing that coming,” you gazed down at the motionless water. you weren’t sure what exactly was making this conversation so easy, but you figured it came down to jake catching you at the right time.

“if you’re going to take one thing away from tonight, i think it should be that now you know he isn’t worth any more of your time,” jake explained, “the past is past. and for the record, i think you’re an idiot for reasons that have nothing to do with your dating life,”

“you’re one to talk, jake sim,” you grinned involuntarily while you swung your head back to look at jake, who had started to laugh before you even reached your hands around to his torso to tickle him.

“sorry!” he put his hands up in defense.

“you better be,” you retorted, adjusting your seat to face him. “i’ll tell your mom if you keep that up,”

“that threat really lost its weight when we left high school, y/n,” jake shrugged, shaking his head jokingly. “you need a new source of leverage,”

“oh, don’t worry about me. i have plenty of leverage,” you reminded him, “i have a big supply in the box of photos i brought from home. it’s in the album called ‘jake’s mullet’,”

jake leaned in close to you, eyes widening, “you still have those?”

“...yes,” you confessed, “but no soul has seen them since you got rid of it — apart from me. it cheers me up when i’m feeling down,”

jake heaved a sigh, “well…i can’t complain about that. my roommates see your experimental hair from junior high every day,”

you tilted your head, furrowing your eyebrows. “what’s that supposed to mean?”

“i have that picture of you and my dog before we went to the spring fling together up in my room,” jake admitted, “next to the one of my family and me at graduation,”

“oh…” you started to mutter, your smile fading in thought.

it warmed your heart a little bit to hear that jake held onto those memories just as you had. it was nice to feel remembered. and not only as a second thought.

“before you can demand that i take it down — which is not happening until i take another one to replace it, by the way,” jake began, pushing himself up onto his feet by the hands, “let’s go, i’m freezing,”

he brushed his palms together to get rid of any poolside debris before extending his right hand for yours. “come on. don’t worry about that dirtbag, but he can figure his ride out on his own,”

you had forgotten about said dirtbag for about five minutes. those were the best five minutes you had in a long time. clutching to jake’s hand (which was somehow still warm), you stood up. you found yourselves only inches apart, your gazes meeting in a manner that took you back to the night of the spring fling. he had only grown more handsome in the years since, from his jawline to his impeccable hair, but that wouldn’t have mattered to you. you thought he was gorgeous back then too, embarrassing mullet and all.

“so, what do you say?” jake asked, “can i drive you home?”

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needle-noggins · 9 months

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Volume 7 destroyed me. Part 1 of whatever this analysis is. Lots of talk about childhood trauma. Vash is such a complex character so if there are inconsistencies in my logic here, help me.

So in Volume 7, we get some pretty heavy flashbacks to Vash and Knives' shared trauma of discovering Tesla, and it's juxtaposed with Vash meeting up with Knives in the ark, contrasting then and now. Highlighting how they've changed and developed in response to their shared trauma - which is to say, in opposite ways. And not necessarily just due to their personalities. In fact, I would say that Knives is more sensitive, sweet, and trusting pre-Tesla. Vash is a bit more aloof, although still a good kid.

Also, here's the lily.

White flowers are a common Japanese symbol for death/grief and are primarily used in funerals. Lilies can symbolize purity and innocence (don't quote me on this one though). Rem must have put that flower there and kept it alive. She does say that she opposed the experimentation and regrets Tesla's suffering and death, but this drives the point home in a way that also highlights Rem's character and her love for flowers (which, tbh, seems more of a Tristamp thing I think? Regardless, I hope the next season of Stampede has more Tesla flashbacks with the white lily. That would be a nice nod to the manga).

Back to Tesla trauma. God, it makes me sick. The cold, detached way in which she's described as the "subject" hits home for me because I have to write like that for a living working in healthcare. It's commonplace and required, but man, it's terrifying reading it and understanding that there's 0 compassion in there. Medical ethics (or lack thereof) are my kryptonite. It gets me every time.

To make things worse, it's gory in it's own sterile way. Tesla's body is contained in nice little tanks, but if you look into those tanks... oof. She's riddled with tumors, organs are near-indistinguishable, and her small little child legs make it all the more horrifying. That's a child. With a detached, tiny baby angel arm in another tank. It may be important to note that this is reminiscent of Vash's angel arm (it's the right arm) but also it's the arm that's detached (well, both of Tesla's are, but this one was likely removed first and by Dr. Conrad and the team). Foreshadowing, in a weird way? And Tesla's entire brain is in another tank, with her eye. At what point did this happen? Was she still conscious for that? I want to scream.

Vash is not handling this well. He's the first to cry out about the differences between plants and humans. Also, the composition of that last panel here is incredible - the emotion is palpable. And the eyes?? Eyes of all the humans, watching them as they sleep in the ship, waiting to pounch, or Tesla's eyes, watching from the tank, casting judgement down? Either way, it's evocative. Poor baby Vash. He is so so angry and so scared.

Knives, meanwhile, shatters so badly that he blocks it out and/or represses it without showing a single emotion - as a defense mechanism. This certainly seems more like a Vash-style response, right?

Do remember that these boys are twins. Despite all their differences that have baked in as adults now, they were much more similar as kids. The specific circumstances in their experience immediately post-Tesla then shape them for the rest of their lives and cause the rift between them that we see today (in the same volume, no less). It's nothing but pure tragedy.

Which then brings us to the next scene - Vash, even at such a young age, is already showing tendencies of self-harm and suicidal ideation. He's refusing to eat, wasting away. He'd rather die than live long enough to become another experiment, to be subjected to that torture. There is no safe place for him in this world of humans, and Knives is refusing to acknowledge it (he's literally asleep during this; we love an avoidant king - jk but i'm handshaking w/ Knives; relatable). Rem, bless her, tries to treat Vash to some freshly-cut fruit (also a symbol of familial love in Japan - acts of service and all) but ya know, she forgets the cardinal rule when handling someone who is suicidal - don't let them have access to sharp objects. No knives for you, Vash.

BIG MOM MOMENT. Rem grabs the sharp edge of the blade and lets it cut her to prevent Vash from harming himself. She may not have birthed these boys, but damn if she isn't their mother in every other way. (also, quick point - generational trauma - Rem's grief over Alex's death becomes Vash's grief over Rem's death? I don't have good formed thoughts on this yet).

UGH. The flip side of Rem's blank ticket philosophy - the future is blank, so why throw the present away? There's always, always hope. Isn't that just the overarching message of Trigun?

This is obviously a formative moment for Vash. He never forgets this lesson.

Caveat to this, Vash is still a very self-destructive character as an adult, verging on suicidal without being outrightly so. He has let this moment shape his character, but he still others himself in that he believes this philosophy doesn't apply to him, an Independent. Vash has said before that there's no hope for him, he wishes he had never been born, and he's only really alive to destroy Knives and finish what they started. That's uh, Not Good... what will make Vash want to finally live? (*shhhhh, spoilers!*) Anyway, Vash applies this lesson to Wolfwood in Wolfwood's weakest moment. Vash sees himself in Wolfwood in the "Shoot" moment, no doubt, he sees his fear and anger, even if it's a bit of a different flavor. Wolfwood is simultaneously suicidal in that moment and has this twisted logic of, If Vash can kill me he can kill anyone; this will help him and i'm willing to die for that cause.

Someone tell me their thoughts on this parallel. I kinda just want to scream incoherently about it. That's all I got.

Anyway.

It takes some extra learning in this moment before Vash can figure his shit out. He takes the situation from bad to worse - he's still angry at humans for his pain, still terrified. He's so angry that he stabs Rem - his mother figure, the only person other than Knives that he's ever known and trusted - and instantly regrets it, terrified that he'll lose her (before his worst fears are later realized, and he does and it's his fault, again).

It's like, you know, the feeling when you hurt your sibling because you're so fucking mad at them, but the moment they're actually hurt, you're instantly filled with fear and regret? (THIS WILL COME INTO PLAY LATER TOO I PROMISE.)

I can imagine it's 10 times worse with a parent.

And Knives is asleep! For all of this! I think the one big takeaway with the twins is that Vash has always been the more outwardly emotional one, and Knives has always been more sensitive but withdrawn. Vash expresses his anger outwardly, getting it out quickly, even if it's very destructive in the moment. But this moment teaches him to do otherwise - he sees the result of his anger, and he's terrified out of doing anything to cause harm ever again. Vash tries to kill Rem! Vash, who now wouldn't hurt a soul, even if he wants to! He's terrified of the consequences, and with the added idolization of Rem's memory... yeah. So as an adult, Vash turns away from "flight" and into "fawn" as his main trauma response. He just wants to make things right and he's willing to break a hundred times for it so no one else has to get hurt. (he's also very much a "flight" still, but ya know)

Knives sits back, represses, plots until his emotions have twisted beyond recognition and his resulting actions are a hundred times more irrational and fucked up. Very much "fight". And it's even more terrifying, actually.

When Knives wakes up, he's calm. He's collected. He says he doesn't remember what happened. He's plotting to doom the whole SEEDS project. He's going to kill them all, and he's not showing a single emotion until he's gleefully realized his plan is working. That's horrifying.

I think this is where I'll stop for now. I'm not a therapist or psychiatrist or expert in trauma in any way and this post is quickly running away from me and into a psychoanalysis of the twins, which I just don't feel equipped to do here, never mind have the right words for. But at least this can get a conversation started.

#trigunbookclub #trimax #trimax spoilers #GOD i juST SJKDHGKSJHFKKHS

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kylianswifey · 1 year

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I Will Protect You - Kylian Mbappe x reader

Summary:

can i request reader being kylian’s best friend and she’s in a very toxic relationship and one night she asks kylian for help because she can’t stay with him any longer but kyky didn’t know about it and get so mad at her boyfriend please?

Kylian and Y/N had been best friends since childhood. They grew up together and did everything together. They were inseparable, and everyone around them could see that they were meant to be best friends forever. Kylian had always been interested in football, and he knew that he wanted to be a football player from a very young age. Y/N, on the other hand, had always been interested in music and art.

Kylian had worked hard to achieve his dream of becoming a professional football player, and he had finally made it. He was now playing for Paris Saint-Germain, one of the best football clubs in the world. Y/N was thrilled for him, and she supported him in every way she could. She would often go to his games and cheer him on from the sidelines.

Kylian had always secretly had feelings for Y/N, but he never told her. He didn't want to risk their friendship, and he knew that Y/N was in a relationship with Mateo. Mateo was not a good guy, and everyone around Y/N knew it. He was controlling, manipulative, and abusive. Y/N didn't want to admit it, but she was in a toxic relationship.

Kylian had suspected that something was going on between Y/N and Mateo, but he didn't want to pry. He knew that Y/N would tell him when she was ready. One day, Kylian and Y/N were hanging out at his place when Y/N broke down and started crying.

Kylian immediately knew that something was wrong. He asked her what was going on, and Y/N told him everything. She told him about Mateo and how he had been treating her. Kylian was furious. He couldn't believe that someone would treat Y/N that way. He knew that he had to do something.

"Y/N, you can't stay with him," Kylian said firmly. "He's not good for you."

"I know," Y/N said through her tears. "But I don't know what to do. I'm scared, Kylian. I'm scared of what he'll do if I leave him."

Kylian knew that he had to be there for Y/N. He knew that he had to help her get out of this situation.

"Y/N, I promise you that I will do everything in my power to protect you," Kylian said. "You don't have to be scared. I won't let anything happen to you."

Y/N looked at Kylian with tears in her eyes. She knew that she could trust him.

Over the next few weeks, Kylian helped Y/N make a plan to leave Mateo. He knew that it wouldn't be easy, but he was determined to help her. He talked to her every day, and he made sure that she was safe. He would even drive her to and from work to make sure that Mateo wouldn't try to follow her.

One day, Kylian had had enough. He knew that Y/N couldn't keep living like this, and he knew that he had to do something drastic. He decided to confront Mateo.

He went to Mateo's apartment and knocked on the door. When Mateo answered, Kylian was ready.

"What do you want?" Mateo sneered.

"I want you to leave Y/N alone," Kylian said firmly.

"What are you talking about?" Mateo said, trying to act innocent.

"I know what you've been doing to her," Kylian said, his voice rising. "I know that you've been abusing her. And I'm not going to let it continue."

Mateo laughed. "You think you can just come in here and tell me what to do? Y/N is mine, and she always will be."

Kylian's blood boiled at Mateo's words. He could see the anger in Mateo's eyes, but he didn't back down. He took a step closer to Mateo, and his voice became more intense.

"Y/N is not yours," Kylian said. "She is her own person, and she deserves to be treated with respect and love. You don't have the right to control her or hurt her."

Mateo looked like he was about to lash out, but then he paused. He looked at Kylian for a long moment before finally sighing.

"You know what, Kylian? You're right. I've been a real jerk to Y/N, and I don't deserve her. I'll leave her alone. I promise."

Kylian didn't believe a word of it, but he knew that he couldn't force Mateo to change. He nodded and turned to leave.

As he walked away, he couldn't help but worry about Y/N. He knew that Mateo wouldn't give up that easily, and he knew that he had to keep a close eye on her. He resolved to talk to her and make sure that she was okay.

When he got back to his apartment, he immediately called Y/N. She answered on the third ring, and Kylian could hear the relief in her voice.

"Kylian! Is everything okay?" she asked.

"Yeah, I talked to Mateo," Kylian said. "He said that he'll leave you alone."

Y/N let out a sigh of relief. "Thank you, Kylian. You have no idea how much this means to me."

Kylian smiled. "Of course, Y/N. You're my best friend. I'll always be here for you."

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Over the next few days, Kylian made sure to check in with Y/N every day. He would call her or text her to make sure that she was okay. He even stopped by her apartment a few times to check on her in person.

Eventually, She packed her bags and moved in with Kylian. He was more than happy to have her stay with him, and he did everything he could to make her feel at home.

As they sat on the couch one evening, Y/N turned to Kylian with tears in her eyes.

"Kylian, I have to tell you something," she said.

Kylian looked at her, concerned. "What is it, Y/N?"

"I know that you've had feelings for me for a long time," Y/N said, her voice trembling. "And I just wanted to say... I feel the same way."

Kylian's heart skipped a beat. He had never expected Y/N to feel the same way, and he couldn't believe what he was hearing.

"Y/N, are you serious?" he asked.

Y/N nodded, a small smile on her face. "I've been scared to tell you, but... I love you, Kylian. I always have."

Kylian didn't waste any time. He leaned in and kissed her, and it was like a weight had been lifted off his shoulders. They stayed up all night talking, laughing, and planning their future together.

In the end, everything worked out for the best. Y/N left Mateo, and she found love with her best friend. Kylian had always known that they were meant to be together, and he was overjoyed that they finally were. They continued to support each other in their careers, and they were happier than they had ever been before.

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Kylian thought that everything had been settled after his conversation with Mateo, but he soon found out that things weren't that simple. A few days after Y/N moved in with him, he noticed that she seemed more anxious than usual. She was constantly checking her phone and jumping at every little sound.

"What's wrong, Y/N?" Kylian asked, placing a hand on her shoulder.

Y/N jumped at his touch, and Kylian could see the fear in her eyes. She hesitated before finally speaking.

"Kylian, I have to tell you something," Y/N said, her voice barely above a whisper. "After you talked to Mateo, he called me and... he threatened me."

Kylian's heart raced at the words. "What did he say?"

"He said that if I left him, he would do something to you," Y/N said, tears welling up in her eyes. "He said that he knew how much I meant to you, and he would hurt you if I broke up with him."

Kylian felt his blood run cold at the thought. He couldn't believe that Mateo would stoop so low.

"Y/N, why didn't you tell me?" Kylian asked, his voice full of concern.

"I was scared, Kylian," Y/N admitted. "I didn't want to worry you, and I didn't know what to do."

Kylian pulled her into a hug, holding her tightly. "I'm so sorry, Y/N. I should have protected you better."

Y/N shook her head. "It's not your fault, Kylian. You did everything you could. It's just... I don't know what to do."

Kylian thought for a moment before speaking. "Y/N, I'll handle this. You don't have to worry anymore. I won't let him hurt either of us."

Y/N looked up at him, her eyes full of gratitude. "Thank you, Kylian. You have no idea how much this means to me."

Kylian spent the next few days talking to his security team and making sure that Y/N was safe. He didn't tell her about his plans, not wanting to worry her further. He made sure that Mateo was kept away from both of them, and he had a plan in place in case Mateo ever tried to follow through on his threat.

In the end, Mateo never did anything. He eventually moved on from Y/N and started dating someone else. Kylian and Y/N were able to move on from the threat and focus on their future together.

But Kylian never forgot how scared Y/N had been, and he made a promise to himself to always protect her no matter what. He knew that he loved her more than anything in the world, and he would do anything to make sure that she was safe and happy.

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thegreencanary · 2 years

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Let’s play a game…

Based on this request!

Okay so this request gave me ‘Scream’ vibes so hard so it’s basically gonna be that but Billy comes in to fuck up the bad guy. I’m not using Ghost Face specifically but you get the picture.

Summary: Someone is in your house, you don’t feel a safe so you call your safety net.

TW: Fighting, Stalking, Stabbing, Cursing, Crying, mentions of Smut but no actual smut. MINORS DNI SHOO. SHOOOOOOO

A/N: This is my work and I don’t give anyone the permission to post it anywhere claiming to be someone else’s. I worked hard on this, if you enjoy it please interact. Requests are open.

Slowly working through my requests! I have a few to get to still but I’m okay with taking on more! It’s just gonna be a few days until I finish them all.

“They’re hereeeee…”

Why you decided to stay home and watch a horror movie by yourself on a Saturday night instead of going to Tina’s party was beyond you. Billy really wanted you to go but you just had a bad feeling so you decided to stay home. That was the first dumb idea, Poltergeist was the second. The third was telling your parents to spend the weekend in Tahoe instead of coming home that night. So, count them; home alone, scared shitless and no one was coming back. The phone rang and you jumped slightly, mentally smacking yourself for being such a scaredy cat.

“Y/L/N residence.”

“Hey baby.”

“Billy! How’s the party?? Did you sneak off into someone’s room? It sounds quiet.”

He didn’t usually call you during parties if you weren’t there. You trusted him, despite what everyone tried to make you think. The stories of girls hanging on him while you were gone didn’t upset you. You knew Billy, really knew him. You knew the real reason he was in the hospital for so long after the mall burned down. You knew the fights he got in weren’t usually at school, but at home. You knew how deep his blue eyes went when he cried, so yeah; you trusted Billy Hargrove.

“Cops crashed the party. I’m home now, but maybe I should listen to your gut feelings a bit more.”

You smiled softly, he was home safe. That was always a worry if you two were apart and you knew he was going out drinking.

“Ehhh I don’t know. I still feel like something is wrong so maybe I’m just paranoid.”

“You and me both baby. Want me to come over and calm you down?”

You blushed. He wasn’t being innocent and you knew that.

“Billy I can barely walk from yesterday. Plus if you give me anymore hickies people will think I have a rare skin disease.”

You heard his deep snicker on the other line.

“What can I say, people need to know you’re mine. I love marking that perfect skin with my—“

“GOODBYE BILLY!”

You hung up before he could get descriptive. He had a way of talking you into phone sex which would turn into him driving the 10 minute drive to your house in 3 minutes; only to absolutely destroy you when he burst through the door.

His phone call did calm you down though, enough for torture yourself with the rest of the movie. Grabbing some chips and a water you sat and refocused on the movie. You were a lot further into it when the phone rang again, it was late enough that Billy was really the only one who should be calling.

“Billy?”

“Not this time.”

“Oh! I’m so sorry. This is the Y/L/N residence. How can I help?”

“Just wondering why you weren’t at Tina’s tonight?”

That was odd. No one really noticed if people didn’t show up to parties. The voice sounded weird over the phone and something wasn’t sitting right in your mind.

“Just didn’t feel well…who is this?”

“A friend.”

“All of my friends do tend to have names sooooo….”

“Do all of them get to see you in those skimpy blue pajamas?”

Dread. Absolute dread, whoever was calling you could see you. Immediately you mentally checked if you’d locked all the doors, and you did…right?

“Come on, let’s play a fun game. If you can find me, I’ll give you a 10 second head start before I kill you.”

You immediately hung up the phone. This wasn’t funny if someone was pulling a prank. The Upside Down caused enough trauma… luckily Steve had become a close friend and he left his special baseball bat with nails in your house. You grabbed the phone and dialed one number before you went to go find it.

The phone rang…and rang…and rang…

“Y/N it better be you and you better have a good re-“

“Someone is in or around my house and they’re going to try and kill me.”

Billy was quiet for a few moments. That would definitely fall under a good reason. You two had promises to each other that you’d never joke about something like this. Any life or death situation was too familiar to be pranked about.

“Find a place to hide, I’ll be there as soon as I can.”

“Baby no. Just call the police. Please. Honestly I should have first but I’m so scared I just needed to hear your voice. I’ll call them after this. Please don’t do anything Stu—hello? Billy?”

The line went dead. You knew he was going to come now, he was probably freaking out in his room. You just prayed he called the cops first. You mentally hit yourself for not doing that first. Slowly you made your way to the garage, maybe you could just run out. The baseball bat was in there too, if you couldn’t. Gently opening the door you didn’t want to turn the light on so you slowly scuffled around the garage. The bat was close, you remember your dad being extremely confused why Steve left it with you and setting it by the door so it didn’t pop any of the cars tires on accident. You felt the hilt but that’s when someone else turned on the light.

“So you did want to play after all.”

You tried to grip the bat but you were squatted and the freak was standing, they kicked you back and grabbed the bat you were going for.

“Handy little tool for me, but a promise is a promise. You have 10 seconds.”

“Why are you doing this?”

“I told you, I think you’re just my type, bitch. Now you have 5 seconds.”

Fuck. You took off into the house. Running outside seemed dumb. You didn’t know what kind of weapons the killer had and you had to know your own house better than them.

You opened and shut a few doors trying to throw off the killer.

You tried to quietly sprint up the stairs

Under the bed was too obvious

So was the closet

Fuck

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Billy killed his engine a few houses down from yours. The last thing he wanted was for you to think it was safe and run to meet him, only for the sick bastard to kill you. He wore as much black as he could, trying to blend in with the night so he wouldn’t be spotted immediately. Stealth was his only option. He called the police but you both lived far enough away it would still take 15 - 30 minutes that you might not have had.

Billy tried to calm himself on the walk up, you were smart and resourceful, he’d seen you survive the craziest shit. You were gonna be okay when he got there. He approached your house, all the outside lights were off which helped him but also worried him. The sight he was greeted with washed over him with a wave of relief, with an ounce of worry coming back. The killer must have been inside or you were just fucking crazy.

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You clung to the side of your house for dear life. Billy had alway bitched about how he couldn’t climb into your window because there was nowhere to hold onto. Having trouble finding a hiding spot from the psycho you jumped out your window and closed it before he could find you. But now you were putting your weight on a gutter that was probably going to fall at any moment. Dropping from a second story didn’t seem like a great option, but neither did dying.

You almost cried out in relief when you saw a dark figure approaching your house. Normally it would scare the shit out of you because it looked like a burglar but when he removed his black hood, the blonde mullet brought a tear to your eye. He quietly walked over to you and stood under you. He wanted to catch you.

“No! I’ll break us both. Did you call the cops??”

You were whisper shouting at him. He just nodded and motioned for you to come down. Billy was strong, really strong, and he was a lot smarter than he lead on; but you still didn’t want to drop a whole story into his arms.

“No! I’ll just—“

“Gotcha”

The killer pulled you inside and threw you against the wall. The scream died in your throat and You hit your head pretty hard, and it shut you up pretty quickly.

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The psycho grabbed your arm and you screamed as he pulled you back inside. Billy ran to the front door, of course it was locked. He kicked the flower pot that had your spare key and grabbed it. Opening it up, the house was eerily quiet. He’d hoped to had heard you screaming for help but it was just…nothing.

Going to the kitchen he grabbed a knife in one hand and had brass knuckles on the other. Billy slowly and quietly stalked up the stairs, he heard muffled noises coming from your room, and he waited for the right moment.

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“What the hell do you want?”

You groaned from the floor. Running your hand through your hair there was no blood which was good. You probably had a concussion because you felt nauseous but you kept it in.

The killer was wearing a hockey mask which was super original. Now that you had to sit and look you rolled your eyes. You survived demon bats, dogs and demigorgons just to die by a cliché dumbass.

“You need to be put in your place.”

He removed his mask and a different level of fear gripped your. Adam Murray. You’d visited him, and a few more convicted serial killers in Michigan City, Indiana. Your college psych class visited the mental institution and Adam took a special liking to you. You remember calling Billy about it and how uncomfortable it made you, but that was almost a year ago.

“…Mr. Murray… please.”

Adam smirked and swung the bat. You dodged it and thanked God for Steve putting so main nails in it. The bat stuck to the wall and it gave you enough time to move. Touching the door you thought you’d get out but a body tackled you to the floor. You felt a pinch in your arm but there was too much adrenaline for you to focus on it. Adam was on you but in the next second he wasn’t.

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Billy threw open the door when he heard a thud. He saw some older guy on you and everything went black. You’d helped him with his anger blackouts a lot. He’d even gotten close with Max because he was just doing better as a person; but this brought out the old Billy. He could see what he was doing, but it was as if he was outside of his body. Kicking the man off you, Billy kept him on the floor by kicking his face again. Dropping to his knees, he discarded the knife and started punching with the brass knuckles. Blood was covering his hands and he laid into the man’s face. Your scream brought him back. You were a lot closer than he thought you would be.

Billy stopped his assault to feel you wrapping him in a tight embrace. He originally thought it was to stop him from killing the man, but when he shifted he saw that the guy had grabbed the knife Billy brought in. He was going to stab Billy but you took the blown. The knife was sticking out of your forearm. It had gone all the way through, and it almost got to Billy too. He gave one more strong ass punch which rendered the man unconscious. You fell down, trying not to move the knife. Past experiences made both you and him aware that you needed to leave the knife in until paramedics arrived.

Gently picking you up, Billy carried you outside to the steps. He sat down with you in his lap and he gently pet your hair.

“Thank you for calling me.”

You chuckled weakly.

“I think my shoulder is broken too, but you saved my fucking life.”

You tried to lean up to kiss him, but graciously he met you 1/2 way.

“I’ll always be here when you call.”

The lights and sirens of the police cars came in to view. The sound got louder as you clung tighter to your boyfriend.

“I….I love you Billy. I know we said we’d wait until all the stuff from the Upside Down was done and there was no drama in our lives. I know this is drama and you probably think I’m high in adrenaline but I-“

Billy cut you off with another kiss. This one was much deeper. His tongue explored your mouth like he had all the time in the world. He finally pulled away when he heard cars pull into your driveway.

“I love you too.”

He stood, with you in his arms, and carried you to the ambulance. Filling in the cops on what happened, a few went in to re-arrest the escaped mental patient. Billy stayed with you the whole way to the hospital, it was his turn to help you recover; and he was going to show you just how much he loved you while doing it.

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A/N: The end! Thanks for reading! Again, this is my work and I don’t allow anyone to copy or use this as their own writing. Feel free to submit some requests! Please interact! ❤️🖤❤️

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lady-rose-moon · 2 years

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I Missed You

Summary: After being banished from Asgard a hundred years ago, you were recruited by S.H.I.E.L.D to help them deal with a threat; your old friend Loki. After reuniting, lost feelings resurface.

Warnings: Loki's torture, mentioned suicide, soulmate AU, a lot of smut at the end

Living your life as a Midgardian was hard. Ever since you were banished from Asgard for learning magic above what you were supposed to, you had taken residence on the planet that was well known for its lack of magic. It was a backwards planet but that was what you knew would keep you safe.

The only downside to living away from Asgard was your best friend, Loki. He had been your light in the dark, your best friend and someone you trusted with your whole heart. It took being banished from Asgard for you to realise that you loved him. You guessed that he had loved you too.

Walking into your apartment, you shrugged off your coat and heaved a sigh as you hung it up on a hanger by the door. Locking the door behind you, you made your way into the kitchen and grabbed a leftover slice of pizza from the fridge and walked into the living room. You dropped down onto the sofa and stared up at the ceiling. What a day you had.

You had gotten a job and you were lucky that it wasn't that far from your apartment. Unlucky though was the fact that you lived in New York so everything was always so busy and packed. You had to leave early if you wanted to get to work on time even if you didn't live that far. You preferred your days in Asgard when you were always in the library with your head on Loki's lap and your nose in a book.

Running a hand through your hair, you sighed and switched on the TV with a flick of your finger. Nothing interesting had happened since that incident in Puente Antiguo with news saying that a huge metal man appeared from a beam of light as did a man and a hammer hours before. Thor had done something to anger the Allfather but his banishment was not nearly as long as yours. Just hours later, you felt your heart rip out of your chest and you clutched your clothes as tears ran down your face.

You had no idea why you suddenly started crying back then and it scared you how it was like a wave of agony and grief.

"This just in," a reporter was saying on the TV but you barely heard her, "a whole facility collapsed just an hour ago. Witnesses say that they saw a truck driving away from the scene with a strange man in the back holding a glowing sceptre."

As footage was brought up, you looked at the screen and felt the tension you didn't know you had drain away. That was Loki. Your friend and your light. But what was he doing on Midgard in the first place?

A knock on your door pulled you away from the TV which you had paused without knowing. Grumbling, you got up from the sofa and walked to the door. Opening it, you saw that a bunch of men dressed in suits were at your door.

"May I help you?" You asked timidly, keeping your hands in their sight so they would know you were going to comply.

"Miss Y/N Y/L/N, we need you to come with us," a man spoke, passing all the agents. He wore an eyepatch with a clear scar protruding from it, "I am Director Fury of S.H.I.E.L.D and we need your assistance."

You tilted your head curiously before nodding and smiling despite the fear, "just give me a moment to turn off my TV, bills around here are fucking pricey," you mumbled and shuffled into the living room, turning off your TV and then returning to the agents.

They took you to a jet and that jet then took you to what looked like a carrier at sea. Emerging from the jet, you followed the agents inside. Fury guided you into a meeting room and sat opposite you with a serious expression.

"So," you bit your lip as you sat down, "why am I here, Director? I assure you that I had no hand in what happened at the facility if that is why you're here."

Fury sat forward in his chair and raised an eyebrow, "we need intel and the information we have on you shows that you are an Asgardian that sought asylum here after being banished a hundred years ago. Another Asgardian just blew up our damn facility. Called himself Loki of Asgard. Do you know him?"

You stared at Fury for a moment in confusion. Loki of Asgard? Not Loki Odinson? What had you missed in just a meagre hundred years? "I know him," you whispered solemnly, "I knew him. He was my friend."

"What can you tell us about him? Does he have any weaknesses?" Fury asked and you looked at the wall behind him as you thought, your tongue tracing the inside of your lip. You knew so much about Loki but you did not trust such information in the hands of Director Fury.

"We were reading buddies. I was a servant girl to the royal family of Asgard but on my days off, I would be in the library reading and one day, he just started to join me. He enjoyed Midgardian literature, actually, made me act out some scenes from Shakespeare. We didn't really know each other more than that," you answered, pulling the lie perfectly. Loki would be proud.

Fury hummed and then grabbed a file from the side, sliding it over to you. Taking a look through, your breath hitched at the sight of the Tesseract in the details. Fury took note of that and acted quickly, "you know of the Tesseract?"

"It's an ancient artefact. It belongs in Odin's vaults with maximum observance but Odin believed that it would be safe on Midgard," you whispered as you stared at the cube, "what does Loki want with it?"

"That is just the thing, Miss Y/L/N, we don't know what he wants with the Tesseract. So, to defend the Earth against your old acting partner, I'm putting a team together and I would like you to be a member of it," Fury explained and you sighed as you thought about the prospect of seeing Loki again.

"I'm in."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Since you got here there had been more people brought on board that you guessed were the other 'heroes' Fury talked about. You walked up to the redhead with a smile on your face, "hi, I'm Y/N! Seems like we're going to be working together, what is your name?"

"Natasha Romanoff," the woman smiled, tilting her head in curiosity as she regarded you, "what made Fury bring you onto the team?"

You shrugged and your body glowed a beautiful forest green before disappearing and reappearing behind her, "I suppose this is what I have running for me."

Natasha spun around and smiled as she shrugged, "it'll do."

You gasped and grinned, "it'll do? That's it? I just showed you magic, Miss Romanoff," you teased, following her inside.

Natasha smiled and shook her head as she guided you into the main control room of the Helecarrier, "I've seen so much shit that magic probably wouldn't phase me. Welcome to the team, Y/N."

You nodded at her before splitting and walking over to a man wearing a flannel shirt and you recognised him from seventy years ago, he was Captain America. So they had found him in the ice after all. You walked over to him and held out your hand, "Captain Rogers. I thought I was the only survivor of the war."

Captain Rogers turned to face you with a look of sheer confusion since you looked so young but he shrugged and shook your hand, "an honour to meet you, ma'am, what is your name?"

"Y/N Y/L/N. I am Asgardian like our target. I was around when your war was in action. I remember your bravery but also the shows. Oh the shows!" You grinned and watched Steve sputter and redden and you cackled, "don't stress, Captain Rogers. I won't tell anyone about those."

Captain Rogers nodded before patting your shoulder and turning away, "if we are to be teammates, call me Steve."

"Steve," you whispered and smiled, "I shall remember to call you that."

You continued your exploration of the craft before happening upon the labs. Walking in, you grinned when you saw Tony Stark in there with Bruce Banner. "Well well, two science nerds in one place," you smirked and the men looked up from their work to roll their eyes at you.

"I suppose you're the mini Asgardian that's going to help us? How you going to help, witchypoo?" Tony smirked and you rolled your eyes.

"If I can talk to Loki then maybe he will stop. I was his best friend so maybe he'd listen to me more than strangers," you whispered and Tony hummed before returning to his work.

It didn't take long for Loki to show himself and you were sent out with Steve going with you for backup. As you flew to Germany, you messed with your hands and bit your lip as you imagined what could possibly have happened to Loki to make him attempt to take over a planet.

When you arrived, you saw Loki standing above a crowd of kneeling people and your heart fell to your stomach in sorrow. You disappeared from the plane and appeared in front of the man Loki was about to hit with the sceptre. You blocked the burst of magic with a flick of your wrist. Standing up straight, you stared at Loki.

"Ah," Loki growled, glaring straight at you, "so this is where you have been hiding. After abandoning me and leaving Asgard, you became a part of Midgard's stupid excuse for a society."

You frowned at the jab but chose to keep your temper as you walked towards him, "Loki, I didn't abandon you. I was banished for learning magic too advanced for someone of my status."

Loki scoffed and glared at you, his sceptre charging up for another blast and tears sprung to your eyes when you realised that he was fully prepared to hit you with that thing.

"I needed you, Y/N. I needed you and you weren't there," Loki snarled and the words struck you deep in your heart and you nodded sadly. Loki stalked towards you, conjuring a dagger from the aether to hold to your throat, "I needed you."

You gently pushed the dagger away and sighed as you reached up to cup his cheek, "what changed in just a hundred years? You're still my Loki."

The God recoiled at the words and glared at you, sending a blast straight at your chest before taking your disorientated state as weakness and pressing the blade to your chest and all you knew was blue.

When you woke up, Natasha was standing above you and your head was pounding as if you had been hit. Groaning, you held your hands to your head and processed the pain and what you could vaguely remember. You had continued as usual, reacting as you should to Thor's arrival (if a bit hostile thanks to Loki), listening into conversations on the Helecarrier. Then they attacked and you were freed from Loki's control. Only that wasn't Loki who was controlling you, not really.

"There's someone else behind this," you whispered and Natasha looked at you as if you were crazy so you continued, "what I saw wasn't just Loki's power. There is someone out there controlling Loki too."

Natasha hummed and sighed as she helped you to your feet, "it's too late for us to help him. He is our enemy and that's it."

You nodded to yourself and remained silent and trapped in your thoughts until you got to New York with Nat and Barton in the jet. You disappeared from inside and appeared in Stark Tower, watching Thor try to reason with Loki. Stepping up, you rested a hand on his shoulder and dug into your powers, your fingers glowing a beautiful green being the single warning.

You were standing on the Bifrost and you took a deep breath as you looked around. Home hadn't changed at all. you had missed this place so much. Then you noticed Odin clutching Gungnir in his hand as he looked down into the void. Stepping closer, you noticed that both Thor and Loki were desperately holding onto the sceptre.

"I could have done it, father!" Loki called desperately, his voice breaking with anguish, "I could have done it! For you! For all of us!"

"No, Loki," was Odin's response and instinctively, you knew what Loki was about to do. You heard Thor's desperate scream for Loki but it was too late, Loki had let go and was falling into the void with full intent on dying.

Desperately, you jumped into the abyss after him. Distantly, you realised that this was the agonising pain that you had felt a year ago; Loki falling.

You were then thrust into another memory. This time, Loki was on his knees in chains.

Thanos watched as the God sat in his cell silently, arms chained up to the wall and completely silent. The titan smirked as he saw the tears escape the broken eyes of the God as he gripped the sceptre in his large, purple hand.

“Do it,” The titan commanded, and the Black Order smirked before Maw walked up to Loki and tore nail from finger. The God whimpered and his head turned unseeingly towards Maw, who didn’t cease the removals.

Blood poured from the spaces that once held Loki’s nails, the grimy floor of his cell now being coated with the God’s special blood.

“Revert him,” the Titan ordered and once again, the Order smirked and reverted Loki back to his Jotun form.

This time, a green woman stepped forward and with a frown, poured a flammable substance over Loki’s arm and lit it. The loud screech that erupted from the Prince of Asgard was deafening and the skin around the fire started to melt.

Proxima Midnight then dove in, holding a rusted knife and cut into every single dot covering Loki’s face and neck, each line of inheritance from Laufey and Farbauti; violated and ruined.

They allowed Loki the rest of the day and night to heal and when they returned the day after, they saw that he had reverted back to his Aesir form, his nails regrown and when they reverted him again, the inheritance lines were all healed.

“Interesting,” Maw had whispered before going through the process again.

Weeks turned into months and soon, the young Prince looked older than he should have. He looked dead. A husk of the vibrant fighter than had landed on their ship, seeking a ride to Asgard back to his family.

“Heimdall,” croaked the Prince on one of the final days before he had broken completely and descended into madness, “I know… I know you can… see me… please… tell them to stop… I’m sorry… please…”

Flashes of different things came up, Maw experimenting in cruel ways; tearing off Loki’s arms and watching it regrow with a green glow, pulling out his teeth one by one with the Prince screaming and begging to cease the painful tests and the final one, Maw cutting out Loki’s heart and stabbing it. That was the final straw.

Bowing his head, the Prince stared at the floor blankly and whispered, “I submit.”

You pulled away from Loki's mind in complete shock and you saw that Loki had been knocked to his knees and you kicked him onto his back. As the Avengers gathered around, you stepped away from Loki and snarled at him, "sit up. Now."

Complying, Loki sat up and winced in pain but hid it behind a smile but he did not speak.

You sighed and knelt down to cup his cheek as you studied his face, "are you alright?"

Loki stared at you but did not answer you and you stared at him before looking at the Avengers desperately, "he needs help!"

Thor turned to you and then looked at Loki before grumbling, "he will be seen to on Asgard. You are to stay here, you are still banished, Lady Y/N."

You walked with the Avengers down to where Thor would be using the Tesseract to take Loki home and you stood there with a frown on your face. You should be going back to Asgard with them but you were banished and if you returned to Asgard, you would be stripped of your magic.

As everyone was saying their goodbyes, you walked up to Loki and rested your forehead against his and whispered, "I will come for you, Loki. I will rescue you. I know what happened to you."

Despite being muzzled, you could tell that Loki was smiling at you and he nodded slightly, his chained hands reaching up to cup your cheeks. His eyes said a thousand words and your heart sped up when you saw the trust in them but also the love. You smiled softly and nuzzled his hands before stepping away and wiping forming tears away.

The moment Thor and Loki disappeared into the Bifrost, you watched everyone walk away and continue on with their day. You knew that they had their own lives but how could they just ignore the clear signs that Loki was tortured? Better to blame someone than to help them, you guessed.

Six months later, you were back on track with your life. Your boss understood your absence from work when you informed him of a well-formed lie that your family had died in the attack. But now you were walking home from work, your bag slugged over your shoulder as you sipped the Starbucks that you told yourself you deserved.

You approached the site where Thor and Loki had disappeared into the Bifrost and sat down on a bench, continuing with your Starbucks before screaming when the Bifrost touched down and Frigga stepped out.

She seemed relieved to see you and held her arms open for you, grinning when you dropped your Starbucks to run into her arms. Her arms caged you in and you sobbed into her chest, "I'm sorry," you cried as Frigga gently combed your hair with her nails, "I shouldn't have tried to learn Loki's seiðr!"

Frigga shushed you and continued with her bombing before pulling away to smile at you, "you have learnt your lesson. You can come home, Y/N, Odin may not like it but you need to be there. Loki... he isn't well."

Immediately, you looked up at her with a cold expression, "what did Odin do to him?"

"Locked him in the dungeons for eternity," Frigga answered solemnly, "Odin was less than understanding when Loki returned. I know something happened to him, you have to tell me what it was."

As you stepped a bit closer to her, you whispered a soft apology before showing her what you saw in Loki's mind. When she was finished, she dropped onto the bench where you had been sitting with one hand cupping her mouth as tears streamed from her eyes.

You sat beside her with one hand awkwardly on her shoulder, unable to find an appropriate way to comfort your Queen, "I have to see him, your majesty, he's suffering in his own mind. If I can just see him for a day..."

Frigga turned to look at you with a smile, "that is why I am here. Loki is to be freed but only if you come to escort him back to Midgard. He will not be allowed back on Asgard under any circumstance but his family are allowed to visit. Then again, I am assuming it shall only be myself and Thor that will bother visiting."

Despite hearing that Loki was practically banished, you beamed and hugged her, "I would love to take care of Loki here on Midgard but we will need to live somewhere that isn't America. I doubt they would be pleased to see Loki living here."

Frigga nodded and smiled before using her seiðr to show you a quaint house in the countryside, "as an alternative to New York, I have been organising this home since Loki was sentenced to the cells. You two are meant to be together. Don't worry, I also installed a pocket dimension in one of the walk-in closets that will bring you straight to Asgard's library. Odin doesn't know about that part and likely never will."

You beamed at her and hugged her tightly, "thank you, Your Majesty! But where is this house? Where will we be living?"

Frigga grinned and let the illusion drop, "you'll be living in Cornwall in England, my dear. There is a village just a mile away from the house and the next city isn't that far. I promise, you will be happy there."

You nodded eagerly before biting your lip and looking at the Bifrost mark, "can I come with you to Asgard to get him?"

"Of course," the Queen responded quickly.

~~~~~~

Getting you through the palace was difficult when everyone around you still believed you to be banished. Frigga had stayed by your side until you got to the top of the stairs leading to the dungeons and she squeezed your hand, "I have been forbidden from seeing my son but I trust that you will tell him that I miss him entirely."

You nodded nervously and smiled before walking down the stairs into the dungeons. As you walked along the halls of people locked up, you couldn't help but sympathise with those who looked like they hadn't done much wrong. There weren't many cells, but the one you needed was right on the opposite side of the hall. You saw Loki walking up to the barrier when you got there.

"So," the God drawled and you frowned as you stepped closer to the barrier, "you finally come to visit me."

You smirked and crossed your arms as you looked at him, "I was banished, remember? Odin forbade me but I am here now."

Loki just hummed and smirked at you but you saw right through the illusion and you sighed, "I see through you. Pull down your illusion."

Loki froze and stared at you before sighing and letting his seiðr engulf him until you were left seeing his cell in utter ruin. Loki himself was sat on the opposite side of the cell as everything around him was torn up and ruined.

You frowned and pushed your seiðr into the barrier, stepping through with a groan before dropping to your knees when you got inside. You got closer to Loki and knelt before him with a frown, "I'm sorry I never visited."

Loki looked at you before smiling to hide the agony his heart was giving him before looking away and shaking his head.

You continued to talk since you knew that Loki wouldn't just yet, "all that matters is that you're alright!"

Loki leaned forward and bared his teeth at you, "but I am not!" he seethed before returning to slumping against the wall and biting his nails anxiously.

"Right," you replied with a small smile, cupping his cheeks and smiling at him, "then we will be not alright together."

Loki turned to look at you with a small smile on his face and he leaned into your touch eagerly, "I would love nothing more, my love."

You giggled softly and held him close to you as you whispered gently, "Jeg lover, min kjære, jeg vil aldri forlate dinside igjen (I promise, my dear, I will never leave your side again)"

You pulled Loki into your arms and stroked your nails through his hair with a soft smile on your face, shushing him as you felt him trembling in your arms, "I saw everything. I know. I'm so sorry, you're safe now."

The barrier locking Loki in the cell slowly faded and you got to your feet, wrapping Loki's arm around your shoulder and hauling him up and out of the cell. You took the servant's way out of the palace since fewer people took that path and you sighed in relief as you got to the stables.

You went over to your mare and smiled as you pet her mane and kissed her neck, "good to see you, girl," you whispered and laughed when she nuzzled your neck in response.

As you saddled up your mare, you noticed Loki walking over to Odin's steed in a private stall; Sleipnir. You watched as the Prince walked into the stall and clicked his tongue. Sleipnir looked up from his hay towards Loki and he whined happily, nuzzling his mother happily and standing on a side so that Loki could saddle him.

Once you were both saddled and had left the stables, you smiled as Loki rode by your side and smirked, "what's one last bit of mischief to the Allfather, hm?"

You giggled and kicked off, heading down the Bifrost.

Loki trusted his son more than anything, sitting up in the saddle and embracing the wind passing through his long hair with a delicate look of victory. He trusted that Sleipnir would keep him away from the edge of the Bifrost as they continued their adventure and the wind running through his hair was a calming balm.

Once you arrived at the observatory, you dismounted your mare and guided her inside. Once you approached Heimdall, you smiled and bowed to him, "we are ready to journey to our new home. I will keep Loki safe and he will not cause trouble."

As you turned to look at your beloved, you saw a glint in his eyes that you knew instinctively was guilt and shame. Something had happened between the guardian of the Bifrost and Loki.

Loki strode over to Heimdall and you didn't miss how the guardian gripped his sword that bit tighter out of reflex. Loki bowed at the waist to the guardian with a frown, "I apologise for my behaviour a year ago, Heimdall. I was hurting and I wasn't in the right frame of mind."

Heimdall smiled and nodded to the Prince, reaching out and clasping his shoulder, "it is good that you are back to yourself now, Prince Loki. Your mother will certainly be relieved."

Loki beamed and nodded before looking over at you, holding Sleipnir's reins as Heimdall activated the Bifrost. In the next moment, you were outside a quaint house in the countryside and Loki stared at it in shock. There was enough land for Sleipnir and your mare to freely run around without bother.

Walking inside with Loki, you gasped at the sight of everything being as it should be in your mind. Frigga definitely knew everything about her children and those that would become her children. You turned to Loki with a bright smile on your face but squealed as he picked you up and walked upstairs.

Loki threw you onto the bed in the master bedroom and crawled on top of you, kissing you deeply and cupping your cheek as he did. You could tell that he was nervous but you knew it would ebb away when he got going.

The kiss became so much more passionate in a matter of minutes, Loki now had you straddled on his lap as you both kissed, his hand on your hip with his other one still cupping your cheek. Your hips were gently grinding against his thigh and your clit was brushing against him, sending sparks of pleasure through your body and you moaned into the kiss. You felt Loki's cock twitch at the sound and you continued to rub your clit against his thigh, your breath becoming uneven as you pulled away from the kiss to start panting from the building coil in your abdomen.

"You gonna cum, sweetheart?" Loki whispered into your ear and you whined desperately as you nodded. Smirking, Loki's seiðr added to your pleasure through sparks of magic and your head tilted back as you released a guttural moan. Loki took the opportunity and latched onto your neck eagerly to start littering the area with his bites and claims.

You reached out and desperately grabbed Loki's shoulders, your breathing becoming laboured as your hips continued to roll against his strong thighs, eyes slipping closed as pleasure flowed through your body and your whole body shook with the force of your first orgasm, your head falling to rest on Loki's shoulder as you whined and continued to roll your hips lazily.

Loki watched you with a smile on his face and he lifted your head with two fingers, pressing his lips to yours in a gentle kiss that sent your heart soaring. You allowed Loki to lift you again and suddenly, you were on your back on the bed, Loki kneeling before you on the floor as he pulled your soaked panties away from your core and he licked his lips as he stared at your dripping cunt.

You felt him gently stroking your folds and one of his fingers plunged inside of you and you whined in pleasure, one of your hands clamping over your mouth to hide the sinful moans before it was pulled away with a flash of seiðr and your moans were heard around the bedroom. Loki chuckled before latching onto your cunt and swirling his tongue around your clit as you whined and rolled your hips against his. He nibbled your clit until you were bucking down against him, riding his face and his hand. Loki peered up at you and admired the gentle flush covering your cheeks and your neck, painting you like a portrait that he knew would be etched into his mind forever.

As you were overtaken by the pleasure of his mouth eating your cunt, you whined and moaned as Loki slipped another finger inside you. He took his time learning every single bit of your cunt, scissoring and gently thrusting his fingers whenever he deemed you ready. Your second orgasm hit you like a freight train and your back arched off the bed as you screamed out into the night, "Loki!!"

That spurred Loki on and his cock twitched in his leather pants as he heard you scream from the pleasure that he was giving you. However, when he saw how dazed you looked, he wrapped himself around you and allowed you to come back down.

You didn't know how much time had passed when you finally came back down to earth but honestly? You didn't mind as you felt Loki's protective arms wrapped around you as you calmed down. Turning to face him, you cupped his cheek and pulled him down into another passionate kiss. Loki smirked against your lips and rolled over so he was on top of you, his body pressing against yours as he tried to press all of his love into the kiss and you moaned happily into the kiss.

Slowly, a flash of seiðr covered the both of you that resulted in the both of you now being completely naked and you gasped as you felt Loki grinding his hips against yours, feeling his cock rubbing against your clit each time and you whined into the kiss. Without pulling away from the kiss, Loki lined himself up and slowly pushed himself inside. You pulled away from the kiss to allow your head to fall back against the pillows as you were surrounded by blissful pleasure. Loki took this as another opportunity to latch onto your neck, nipping and grazing his teeth along your neck as he started to slowly move his hips to get you used to the size of his cock.

As the rhythm picked up, your moans became more and more sinful, your arms wrapping around his neck and holding him close to you as your nails scratched down his back, making his cock twitch at the pleasure and his hips stutter. Loki sat up on his knees and pulled one of your legs up and over his shoulder, his hand snaking around your neck as he glared down at you while pounding into you.

You looked so beautiful like this for him, your eyebrows scrunched as you focused on your pleasure and your moans becoming louder and more desperate the closer you got to your orgasm. "Are you going to cum, pet?" Loki growled down at you and your eyes flew open to stare at him as you started to nod eagerly, spurring him on to pound into you just that bit faster to make you see stars.

Words were far behind you now as you released a mantra of moans and broken pleas to cum, the coil in your abdomen becoming needier and needier as Loki continued to fuck you. Loki's hand fell to cup your mound as he continued to fuck you, his fingers slipping between your folds to rub your clit gently, sending you over the edge and into bliss. Feeling your walls clamp down around you, Loki released a deep moan and his head fell into the crook of your neck as his orgasm washed over him, spurts of cum filling you up.

After a few minutes, Loki pulled out of you and shushed you gently as he heard your disappointed whine and he smiled lovingly as he pressed a gentle kiss to your lips.

"I'm going to get us cleaned up," he whispered to you and you watched him carefully before you shook your head.

"Not done," you said lazily before pushing him down on the bed and straddling his hips. You smirked down at him, your seiðr glowing as you broke the glamour that was keeping him looking like an Aesir. Loki looked panicked until you rolled your hips against his cock and his eyes fluttered shut as your warmth engulfed the coldness of his cock.

After a few moments, Loki opened his eyes again when he felt you close to his face and he looked up at you with such vulnerability that you hadn't seen on him before you started pressing a kiss to every single one of the lines over his face. To you, it was only lines that you were kissing but to Loki? They were incredibly sensitive and had his cock standing to attention immediately as your lips started getting progressively lower.

By the time that you were paying attention to his stomach, Loki's eyes were squeezed shut from the unbearable pleasure and his hands gently held your hair away from your face.

"Wh-what are you doing?" Loki asked, his voice broken and trembling as he stared down at you.

With a gentle smile, you cupped his licked up one of the lines that led straight to his cock, "I saw what they did to you in this form, I want you to forget that and only remember this."

Oh. Oh, he loved you. His heart was fluttering as you continued to kiss every line on his body before paying special attention to his cock. You cupped his cock so gently and kitten licked the tip of his cock, enjoying the desperate moan that he released afterwards.

"Let me worship you, Loki, my God, my Prince," you whispered, kissing down his shaft to the base before licking all the way back up to his tip, making sure that it was over the lines that surrounded his cock.

"Not a Prince, not a God," Loki mumbled sadly, his eyes squeezed shut from the overwhelming pleasure, "just Loki. Jus' your Loki..."

Your heart warmed at that and you took him down your throat, enjoying the relieved moan that Loki released as you did and you started to bob your head and take more into your mouth. It wasn't long before Loki was mere putty in your hands, whining, preening and begging wordlessly to cum. With one final lick to the lines on his cock, your mouth was filled with his cum and you took him all the way down to the base to make sure that none of his precious gift was wasted.

When you were sure that he was done, you pulled away from his cock and showed him the cum in your mouth before swallowing the cold substance with a cheeky grin.

As he watched, Loki growled and grabbed your hips, pulling you up to kiss him again, your dripping cunt now pressing against his half-hard cock. As you enjoyed the kiss, you rolled your hips against his cock until he was hard again.

You sunk down onto him then, moaning in delight at the pleasure of being filled up completely by Loki. You braced yourself on his hands and moaned as you started to roll your hips against his, feeling so incredibly full of him that it was starting to send you mad. Loki kept a tight grip on your hips as he moaned beneath you and you smiled down at him, one of your hands working its way up to the beautiful horns atop his head and as you traced them gently, you were filled with the most wonderful feeling of love that you could imagine.

"I love you," he whispered, looking up at you with the sweetest smile that you had ever seen on his face and your heart melted as you smiled down at him.

"I love you too," you grinned, leaning down to press a gentle kiss to his lips.

You stayed this way for a while, you riding him and getting the both of you unbearable close to your orgasms before slowing down and then building back up again. This time, the teasing was over and you were bouncing on his cock in a hard rhythm as Loki was moaning in bliss beneath you. Instinctively, your hand fell to your clit and you swiped it in fast circles, the electricity taking over you in a matter of seconds as your orgasm hit you. Loki's hit him moments later and he roared from the bliss, sitting up and pulling you into a deep kiss, enjoying how your walls clamped down on him again.

Loki pulled you down onto your side and he waited a few minutes before grinning at you, "that was amazing, my love."

You nodded eagerly before Loki slipped out of you and you whined at the absence as Loki walked out of the room and returned with a damp cloth, making sure to wash away as much of his cum as you could and he used his seiðr to make sure the soreness wouldn't hurt as much in the morning.

Once the both of you were cleaned up, Loki got underneath the covers with you and pulled your back to his chest, one arm draped over your waist as he nuzzled into your neck with a tired smile.

"Loki?" you whispered gently, earning you a hum from him, "take a bath in the morning."

Loki huffed and rolled his eyes as he puffed out a laugh, kissing the nape of your neck and whispering, "only if you join me, beloved."

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You all seemed very confused about my last post, trust me, I'm just as confused about the casting a spell that binds someone's sexuality, but I guess that's where we are.

Look, I try to be a compassionate person, but sometimes when you reconnect with someone who was close to you over 20 years ago and invite them to live in your home it doesn't always go well.

I don't like talking about other people's stories, especially online, but this has affected our life and our home and brought chaos into our space. So, this is my story.

This old friend seems to have it together, paid rent early and had a job lined up before they got here. It seemed they were having a bit of trouble adjusting. After a few months it was clear they were going through a mental health thing for the 3rd time in 2 months and making wild accusations and doing hurtful things like smoking cigarettes and massive amounts of weed when they know they have a lung problem and abandoning cats with no food or water or not paying all their rent or giving 30 days notice before they leave town, you just have to cut ties.

This was the last straw. The one before was 2 weeks ago when I was accused of thinking they wanted to use magic to steal my partner and that somehow because I knew stuff they didn't I was making them feel bad about it and that they think I think they just want to steal all my ideas.

I was compassionate. I stayed calm. I said I was confused, asked if she was okay. A few days later she came down crying to apologize, said she wasn't okay. We talked. I told her about the Oregon Health Plan and how she could get some help. She seemed grateful and she did and had an appointment lined up.

Then last week we left for Astoria for a night and she was there at 4 pm to bring a package in but by 1pm the next day when we got home most of her things were gone except furniture that wouldn't fit in her car. We didn't really notice the things gone at first and thought maybe she had gone on a little trip because the cats were still here so we fed them and got them water, then messaged her after a few days. She claims she had a medical issue and called an ambulance. Then her family came here and towed her home. The time line doesn't make sense. Her family is a 12 hour drive away. How long was she in the hospital? How long did it take to pack her car? Why did she leave the cats? Why didn't she tell us on her own about the medical emergency?

I'm a pretty forgiving person, especially if the person is honest and isn't trying to take advantage of me. It often bites me in the ass, but at least I know I can sleep at night and treat people to my own ethical standard until I hit a point.

Last night we got more confusing messages declaring we actually wanted her cats all along and the whole binding her sexuality thing. We decided that it wasn't worth putting effort into this relationship, she's with her family now, we aren't getting blood from a stone, and that we had done as much as we could, calmly said we were confused and hurt and will find new homes for the cats, and blocked her.

I don't usually air someone's personal issues online, but this is someone you will never know, they probably won't see this, I don't really care if they do, and this is my blog and this is an incredibly frustrating, emotionally laborious, and financially unexpected experience we are going through right now and I just need to vent.

I've already contacted a cat rescue about the cute nice cat and the hissing mean cat that won't come out of the closet. Now I need to get rid of a brand new IKEA bed frame, a couch, a big clothing rack, 2 poorly constructed book shelves, a TV, a bunch of clothes and shoes, a record player that doesn't work, a giant stack of new age books, and a bunch of other random shit.

Oh, and cleanse the house of that nonsense before finding a new housemate, which a friend of a friend is interested in.

All of this while we are working to make the shop on the first floor browsable.

Please do not make disparaging comments about someone who is seriously going through something. I don't need to hear it. It won't be helpful or have a point. I'm not mad, just annoyed and wishing people had better communication.

#tw mental health #tw mental illness

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the devil in me - the dark pictures anthology sentence starters change tenses/pronouns as needed !! some lines have been edited for clarity / length / ease of roleplaying tw ; death , language

‘I will never be weary of you.’

‘that’s my (name), always finding that silver lining.’

‘how’s the marriage going?’

‘I’m starting to think I’ve gone and married a thrill seeker.’

‘see what happens when you chase a thrill?’

‘this feels like some sort of treacherous plot.’

‘I know that word. it’s french for something illicit.’

‘you know, this tub is awfully big. I think there might be room for another body.’

‘I really thought you’d have a little more fight in you.’

‘don’t fight it. it will only hurt more if you do.’

‘it’s really tough when just being honest means everyone thinks you’re a bitch.’

‘I’m sick of being on my own.’

‘it’s a fucking mess, to be honest with you.’

‘I was born with the devil in me.’

‘I’m waiting to hear what the catch is, no offense.’

‘it was 100% your fault. because you fly by the seat of your ass.’

‘just trust me.’

‘jesus, you try to give someone a compliment... ‘

‘how are you not in jail?’

‘you watch too many horror movies.’

‘bitch, I’m always camera ready.’

‘stop trying to make me like you.’

‘try not to fall and die.’

‘this reminds me of shit summer camps.’

‘you’re afraid of heights?’

‘oh shit! we’re all gonna die!’

‘don’t look down.’

‘you always knew how to get me through the shit, didn’t you?’

‘you are such a dick.’

‘oh my god! I think I peed a little!’

‘this place does give me the willies.’

‘scream if you need me for anything.’

‘I’ve blocked that from memory and do not want it coming back.’

‘you talk in your sleep. not sure I ever told you that.’

‘you’re cute when you’re worked up.’

‘you trying to scare me now? revenge? cause, good job...’

‘if my cheeks are red it’s from this wine, not because I’m bashful.’

‘I’m just fucking with you I’ve wanted to kiss you for months. I just was scared to make a real move.’

‘you have to let this go. we’re fine, (name).’

‘in the work that we do - the very important work - the truth is the star.’

‘next round’s on me, promise.’

‘I’m supposed to buy ‘nothing’ is eating away at you?’

‘what about taking a huge risk and just doing something?’

‘flimsy. I don’t buy it.’

‘you trying to butter me up?’

‘why are you letting them all think I broke up with you?’

‘ugh, I can’t decide if that’s sweet or selfish. or both.’

‘you can’t just roll up and drive - by psychoanalyze me.’

‘you have to accept the reality that this did not, and will not, work.’

‘maybe we should just add this topic to our ‘discussion no - fly’ list’.

‘remember our talk about boundaries?’

‘that scared the fuck out of me.’

‘you know he meets anger with more anger.’

‘that... sounded very sincere.’

‘I deserve better than this. so do you.’

‘I heard enough, thank you. I know what betrayal sounds like.’

‘great. happy? you have a future, and I don’t.’

‘am I the only one whose getting really freaked out by this place?’

‘as much as it pains me from the depths of my soul to say it, I’m starting to side with (name) on this one.’

‘not that I want to agree with you like ... ever ... but that’s what I’ve been saying.’

‘don’t come crying to me if you end up dead.’

‘I can’t decide who the judas is. I have so many options.’

‘you’re going to find out very soon that you won’t get very far without being a team player, (name).’

‘you don’t always have to get a word in, (name).’

‘of course you’re enjoying this.’

‘what do we do? we’re like... alone here.’

‘this is my don’t be scared song. sing it and I won’t be scared long.’

‘choices, (name). make better choices. this is your own damn fault.’

‘it’s a two person job to pull (name) away from her mirror.’

‘hey, help! somebody help me, I can’t see a thing!’

‘try to relax, slow deep breaths. in and out.’

‘you’re okay now. you’re safe.’

‘I’m not fucking tired!’

‘kills me to admit it, but (name) is right.’

‘we don’t know that’s what actually happened.’

‘this is when you suddenly choose to take a stand?’

‘we’re not safe here.’

‘I think maybe you’re confused about what you saw in the dark.’

‘I know what I saw.’

‘we’ve already got a plan, it’s leaving.’

‘would it kill you to think positively for a change.’

‘your delusions make for such great plans.’

‘just stay put so I know where to find you.’

‘I’m leaving, (name). you coming or not?’

‘sorry, just... still freaked out.’

‘you really don’t care about anything else, do you?’

‘i’m freaking the fuck out.’

‘shit! gimme your hand.’

‘we’re trapped. jesus, we’re trapped!’

‘maybe you’re right. but you don’t have to be an asshole about it.’

‘maybe that was a shitty thing to say, I’m sorry.’

‘ no, no, no. don’t put ANY of this on me. this is all you.’

‘I guess I didn’t even think of that.’

‘guess I was holding out hope things would change for us. deep down, I’m still hoping.’

‘it was my fault.’

‘no it’s not fucking okay! it can’t be! I have to live with this every day.’

‘you have to get the fuck out anyway you can! just get the fuck out!’

‘there’s a lot of miles between eccentric and murderous.’

‘oh good, you hear a creepy kid voice too? I was worried I was finally snapping.’

‘I was worried I was finally snapping.’

‘are you losing your shit? ‘cuz I don’t need that right now.’

‘stop being such a damn wimp.’

‘are you okay? please say you’re alright!’

‘he wants us to chose, doesn’t he?!’

‘I don’t want to die! please help me!’

(name) is playing a game, and it’s no fucking joke!’

‘I’m suggesting we use our heads.’

‘we can make guesses all day, but if we die here it won’t matter.’

‘I’m not playing detective. I just want to survive.’

‘maybe isn’t good enough.’

‘no one is going to believe any of this without proof.’

‘crazy implies out of control. this is methodical.’

‘we’re not the first, are we?’

‘if something goes wrong one of us will be dead.’

‘you don’t have to do this.’

‘if it looks like it’s going south, get the hell out of there.’

‘please come back.’

‘if I see (name), he’ll wish I hadn’t.’

‘tell me you’ll be careful. tell me I’ll see you again.’

‘good, because I think I love you.’

‘well, now I have to come back.’

‘tell everyone I chose this. and if you get the chance to fuck him up, do it.’

‘how could you just leave her like that?!’

‘when I was a kid, I didn’t speak much.’

‘good thing you didn’t become a killer.’

‘suck it up, princess.’

‘I don’t suppose there’s any good news.’

‘if we go off - book we’re just going to make things worse. let’s stick to the plan.’

‘can you not freak me out any more than I already am?’

‘I was too scared to stop and look. I’m sorry.’

‘(name) you are out of your mind.’

‘I am not a murderer.’

‘do you hear what you’re saying? that is insane.’

‘you’re in shock and you’re not thinking straight.’

‘you’re in shock. all of us are. don’t beat yourself up.’

‘please tell me you can hear me.’

‘(name), I thought I lost you.’

‘no talking! I said hands where I can see them!’

‘after all this, starting over sounds like a good idea.’

‘so, probably not the right time to ask this but ... like ... are we a thing?’

‘dude, trauma - bonding is legit hot. fuck yes, we’re a thing.’

‘how could I forget? you bring it up every chance you get.’

‘what did you win?’

‘this is gonna be so much fun!’

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