#we love harlets in this house.

[waremyth]

Broken Hope

(so Hawkmoth and Mayura were defeated, Marinette had lost her hope in finding people who would love her for her, Chat Noir had tried to force her to be his girlfriend in civilian form since ladybug(Mari) had said no to dating him, he had killed her parents, and tried to make her "his", he attacked her that night and left a couple of scars only an her arms, when she leaves the house she either wears long gloves or long sleeved shirts to cover them, Lila had also taken all her friends away and Adrien still try's but never works now he just watch's from the side lines and says either "You should have taken the high road" or "just apologize to Lila and ill date you" what happens when a certain boy comes to the school? let's find out! Oh and Adrians miraculous was taken away)

Damian's P.O.V

I'm currently walking to my temporary school so I can learn more about the "hero's" here, but really father just wants me to socialize with more people since Jons not enough, when I reached the school I saw a group of kids beating up a bluenette girl I don't know why but i went over and thew the largest guy away from her, I saw another girl

 who had blonde hair being held back by another taller male i punched the guy making him drop her as soon as he did she went over to the bluenette girl.

"Mari!" the blonde said while checking her over, i walked over to see what was going on. "what was that about?" a girl with glasses walks up and said "there bullies who cant seem to leave my bestie alone" she glares at the girls "I was asking them not you, and it looks like you all are the bullies not them" the glasses girl stormed of followed by a girl with sausage hair and a boy with blond hair, i look to the girls to see them both surprised "what?" the bluenette spoke and said "sorry...it's just your the first person to help us with them..." I was shocked 'where are the teachers during this' "what do you mean?" the blond started explaining "well the girl with sausage hair is a very good liar who turned everyone against us, she hated Mari since she could point out her lies, she claims she has many famous connections when she really doesn't and what's sad is Mari has all of the people she has connections to everyone she's lied about so far, there all mindless sheep, or they share one brain cell" I thought I had gotten away from harlets and there's some here "what about the teachers?" the bluenette said "they either turn a blind eye, don't care, or believe Lila's every word" "huh" "oh yah, I'm Marinette but some people call me Mari, and this is Chloe I call her bee" "Damian, Damian drake" Chloe said "nice to meet someone with a brain here" "same here" I said and stood up and helped the girls up and we head to class

Time Skip

Marinettes P.O.V

it's been a good day so far, other than the bullying even Tho Damian helps us, I went and transformed for patrol and started to run across the rooftops till I felt like I was being watched i stayed there for a few minutes and said "you can come out I wont do anything to you" just then a boy walks out with a traffic light suit and a cape that's black on the outside and yellow on the inside, once I saw this I automatically knew who it was "nice to see you robin, but why are you here?" he walked up to me "we wanted to know what was happening here" I put a straight face on "I called three time, green lantern answered and said to 'not pull pranks' on the justice league" I saw he was irritated "we never got word of this what had happened?" I sigh and explained the story "would you be ok with a video call with batman?" "sure, and I'm guessing you know who I am by the looks of it" he looked a bit guilty of that and said "yeah" "then why don't we go to my place to talk" "yah, sounds good" "then lets go" 

Time Skip

were sitting on the couch after getting changed "so what happened to that cat hero?" I paused, I didn't think that he would be brought up, but I knew I'd have to tell him sooner or later, i sighed and started talking "his name was Chat Noir, he was my partner but he had a crush on me in my hero form not me in my civilian form after a while of saying no to dating him he came to me in my civilian form and tried to force me to be his girlfriend, when I said no he attacked me and left some scars on my arm" when I said this I rolled up my sleeves to show the scars and he looked pissed "I took his miraculous from him that day, now he either tries to force me in his civilian form or watches me get bullied" "who is he?" he said in a cold dark tone that made me flinch "he is a rich kid in the school aka Agreste" after I said that his phone went off, and he answered it "TT" "I'm with one of the hero's of Paris" "TT, Fine" he puts the call on speaker "Hello?" "um hi, who's talking?" I asked "hello, I am batman" "well, I'm ladybug one of Paris's hero's" "well good to know, may I know what's happened?" after explaining "I see, ill have a word with Green lantern" Damian walked up to the phone and spoke "father, we cave a liar here that clamed to know us in and out of the suit also said she's dating me, she's also bullying ladybug and a friend of hers" "What!?" "yah, do you think we could expose her?" "...ill see what I can do" I'm just in shock that this is happening, after twenty minutes Bruce started talking again "I can throw a gala in Pari's on....Saturday?" "that sounds good" I chimed in "we can invite everyone she's lied about, if that's ok?" Damian smirked at the idea and Bruce talked again "that would be good Marinette" I smiled a little at that and herd Damian say "someone's happy" I blushed a tad bit when he said that "well, I need to go, use protection if you two do the thing" then the call ended, after that both me and Damian were as red as roses.

Time Skip to the morning

Damian's P.O.V

I woke up realizing I wasn't in the apartment, then I remembered what happened yesterday, I tried to get up but I was pushed back down, when I looked to see what was on me I saw blackish blue hair on my chest and figured out it was Marinette, I started to blush a little then smirked, i had to wake her up so we could head to that hell hole that's a school, I gently pushed her and said "Angel, we need to get ready" "mmm" I watch her yawn and rub her eyes, she looks up and sees me as soon as she does she turns as red as a tomato and gets up, after that we go and get dressed(she has clothes for boys since Luka hung out with her once and awhile) we head to class, we sat in the back when angel got a text she looked at her phone and sighed "what's wrong?" "Chloe got sick and cant come so its just the two of us today" "mm, alright"

Time skip to lunch

I walked to the cafeteria with Angel to grab food, she needed to use the restroom so I found us a table after 10 minutes and Angel hadn't come back I started to grow worried, then I saw Rossi come in with her fake crocodile tears I got up and started looking for her, when I heard sobbing from the girls bathroom,' I hate what I did but it needed to be done' I walked into the restroom and saw Angel crying in a corner so I kneeled down and pulled her into a hug and said "its ok Angel, remember where exposing that liar tomorrow" she started calming down till she stopped crying, I pulled away and said "hey Angel will you meet me at the Eifel tower after school?" she nodded her head and we got up to head to class.

Time Skip to after school

Marinette's P.O.V

after school was out I started to make my way to the Eifel tower, when I got there I saw Damian so I walked to him, once I was there he put his hands over my eye's "Damian, where are we going?" "its a surprise Angel" we walked for a few more minutes, we stopped and he told me to keep my eyes closed so I did, after a couple of minutes he said "Angel, you can open your eye's now" I opened my eye's to see a beautiful clearing with flowers and trees surrounding us, in the middle there's a small picknick setup, and Infront of me Damian was there holding a mixture of lotus's, Carnations, Hibiscus, and roses, while in the other hand had a stuffed bear "A-Marinette, will you be my girlfriend and be my date for the gala?" I was shocked at first and then blushed "Yes!" i jumped on him and hugged him, he then brought my chin up with a smirk on his face and kissed me on the lips, i kissed back we kissed for about ten minutes then we broke the kiss and went to the picnic setup, when we left it was starting to get dark so we left and headed to Damians house when we reached it he opened the door and we walked in we saw a guy on the couch with a cup of coffee and in guessing he's video calling with somebody, "Sup, Demon spa-Holy Shit!" the person yells "What!?" the person on the phone said "Demon spawn brought a girl over!" "What!, really!?" "TT, get everyone on the call and ill explain" i hear Damian say and i freeze, i think he notices since he grabbed my hand and squeezes it the guy with the coffee asks "hay Demon spawn, who is she?" he sighed "Tim, a-Marinette, Marinette, Tim" i looked up at him and said "hi!" I said with a smile and Tim smiled back at me and said "hello, to you to pixie pop!" "why did you call me pixie pop?" he smiled at me and said "because you small and cute" I blushed from embarrassment then the person on the phone said "Hay coffee addict, Demon spawn, everyone's on!"(I don't want to do all the introductions so after that)"guy's, Marinette's my girlfriend" "Your Dating" the girls yelled "New Sister" "TT" Bruce asked "Marinette how would you like to be adopted?" Selina chimed in and said "No, Bruce, Damian's already dating her, and plus she has her own family" at that I look down a little and I'm guessing Tim and Damian saw, Damian pulled me into a hug while saying "her parents were killed by her former partner Chat Noir, he wanted to force her to be his girlfriend, when she said no he attacked her and left some scars on her arms" at that I started to tear up, while Tim and his family had wide eye's and some felt bad, Bruce sighed and asked "would it be ok if I had a family friend adopt you?" I just nodded my head "alright, go get rest tomorrows the gala and the exposion of that liar" i nod as Damian picked me up and we went to bed.

Tim Drakes P.O.V

I felt bad for pixie pop, after she left i pulled up her info on my extra computer while the fam was still on call "your looking up her info aren't you Tim" big B ask's, I just nod in response, when I pull up Pixie Pops info my eye's go wide, "what's wrong kitten?" "Big B I'm sending you her info" "why" "just look."

Info

Marinette Dupain Cheng

age:17

education: early graduate 

school: Collège Françoise Dupont

parents: Deceased

reports on Marinette: bullying, lying, test cheating

reports by Marinette: harassment, physical bullying, mental bullying, attempted murder, destruction of personal property, lying, death threats, neglect, suicide baiting

(I'm sorry I don't know how to do records like this)

After reading this I was pissed "I doubt the reports on her are true she's way to nice to do it, and Demon spawn wouldn't be dating her if they were true" I said "your right" "yah doubt kitten can do that she's like a angel" "and all of the reports she filed out" "this is why I'm doing the gala, Tim can you hack the camera's of the school and make a video?" "anything for Pixie Pop" "alright bed everyone" Alfred said and we ended the call

Ima time skip to the gala

Mari's P.O.V

Mari's dress

her hair is down it reaches down to her shoulders

Chloe's dress

Chloe's hair is down to her waist

we got out of the limo, I was with Damian and Chloe's with Tim, the Waynes are already in the gala, as soon as Bruce see's me he goes up to the stage and starts talking "hello everyone, we are happy you all could make it" you could hear cheers in the crowed "thank you, we had brought a gala here for a series and specific reason" everyone quieted down, then I realized that my class is glaring at me "this gala was held, because a girl was lying about knowing everyone in this room, and is also bullying my sons girlfriend, along with the class" everyone gasped and started to whisper, when I looked at Lila she was pale "yes, I have a video of what the class has done, and something extra, along with the liar" a projector played the video's of the bullying, Lilas threats and lies, and Chat Noir and/or Adrien the night he killed my parents, after this everyone was staring or glaring at the pale class, and they were kicked out.

after the gala I was adopted by wonder women/Dianna, I met the Kents and the Waynes in person, now there all overprotective with me, Jon said I'm his Honorary sister, Tim and Chloe are dating now, Damian and I are still going strong and really well and yah.

#wattpad writer #mlb x dc #class salt #daminette #tim x chloe #barely talk about death #Broken hope i think is self-explanatory a little #sorry but i do truly dislike adrianette #you see adrianette way to much #no offence to anyone who like or writes that ship so please dont take it the wrong way!

[the-fiction-witch]

Jr

TV SHOW: GOT COUPLE: JOJEN X READER RATING: SMUTTY + SAD + DARK AF!

Writers notes: Wow! you can really tell we have been re watching the complete series because this is dark Af, and yet not out of character for the show this seems like something that kinda could have happened somewhere, as a warning there is some dark stuff in here but if you have watched up to where jojen enters the GOT series you have seen this kinda sht before so it’s not too bad just kinda normal GOT dark... so here we go!

SPOILER WARNING!

If you have not seen up to the end of S4

I smiled humming my little tune as I sat by the  tree's playing with the water causing ripples with my hand, "Y/n? What are you doing out here?" I heard behind me I turned and it was jojen my betrothal the eldest boy of House reed "I wanted to explore" I smile "Explore? But don't you know the stories about greywater?" He asked coming to sit with me   "No, they don't even bother putting you on most maps you know, I only knew of the marsh as a child because of my betrothel to you jojen" I giggled "Well, they say the tall trees and tower can confuse that the tower hides within the mist you can walk a moment and be lost forever" he explained "and since you've not been here to long you don't know the paths yet and... I don't want you to get lost" he says "Awe that's sweet of you" I blush giving his cheek a kiss making his glow a bright red "I wouldn't want you to get lost either" I smile "Well, come along then back to the tower haven't you go to meet with your sisters today for your dress?" He asked tugging me up by hand hands "Umm for my wedding dress" I smile "it been complicated... marrying so far from home and all plus I forgot about the other part when I made my dress so we are having to... Edit it as not to ruin it in the uhhh bedding ceremony" I explain "Ohh! Well you didn't have to do all that. If your uncomfortable with it we can always deny it" he suggested as we walked back "Ohh I assumed you would want to-" I began "I'm not to bothered about it" he shrugged "come along try to remember your steps" he says.

"Jojen?" I ask laying my head on his chest "Umm?" He asks a little tried out by now "Sorry you want to sleep" I said going to turn away but he wrapped his arm around me tightly giving my head a kiss "What is it y/n?" He asks "I was... curious, that thing is it a northern thing?" I ask "I'm not a northerner y/n" he laughs "Your northern to me" I shrug "Yes because your literally like the bottom of westeros" he laughs "but what thing do you mean?" He asks "The kissy thing" I giggled and he looked down at me a little confused so I stuck my tounge out at him and licked his skin "Ohh that! No... It's a pleasure thing why people not do that to ladies down there?" He smirked "How am I meant to know? I was a virgin" I giggled giving his lips a soft kiss "where you?" I ask "Course I was why?" He asked "Just curious jojen" I giggled running my hand down his skin "Just because I know how to do doesn't mean I've ever done it before y/n... I'm not some high born lord I didn't go around fucking whores till I got married, I waited for you" he smiled "Awww that's sweet" I smile "Did you like it?" He asked "Very very very much" I smirk giving him a kiss and turning to sleep he came over cuddling me tight his body pressed against mine nuzzling himself into my neck giving I little kisses "ummm goodnight jojen" I smile "Goodnight y/n" he smiled I sat for s while almost to happy to sleep till I felt something press against my back "Jojen" I giggled "Umm?" He groans sleepily "I thought you'd had enough" I giggled "how active did you want our wedding night to be" I smirk "Very" he whispered "I was just thinking...as you liked that thing so much" he smirked "want me to...humm do it again" he offered "Ummmm yes please" I giggled

"Y/n?" I heard but saw knowone around "y/n?" I heard again a little louder as if closer to me "y/n! Where are you?" I heard it was clearly jojen "Jojen! I'm here" I call back and within seconds he found me "Ohh darling I was so worried when they said you didn't come back, so scared something could have happened" he says hugging me tightly "please take a map or something with you next time or just let me take you" he offers "It's alright jojen you found me" I smile "But you worried me my darling, I was worried sick when they said you had left and not returned" he says "come on, home" he says tugging me back home with him

"Ummmmm" I groan turning over to my other side and tucking my sheet up a little "Hum, what are you implying at me little darling?" I heard jojen smirk I opened my eyes looking at him leaning in the bedpost with a glass of wine looking at me "Nothing, all I did was turn" I complain trying to wake up "Yeah... You completely didn't intend to move so you faced me with your pretty tittes all exposed" he smirked I glanced down and both my bere breasts where exposed to him "It was not intentional" I tell him "Hummm liar" he smirked putting his glass down and taking my covers off completely leaving me naked on our bed so I moved to my back lightly opening my legs to be more comfy "humm my little darling want a little attention?" He asked "Maybe more then a little" I smirk running my foot up his leg towards his crotch but he grabbed my foot throwing it away from him "Nicely?" He asked "Pretty please" I giggled spreading my legs completly apart "Good girl" he smirked jumping on the bed with me

"Relax your arm" meera told me "Okay..." I answer doing it as I held my pose with my bow aiming at a target on the wall "Not so high, you'll shoot it out the fence" she warns so I aimed lower "When you're ready" she says so I went to fire but "Darling" jojen called making me turn having prepared so much I almost hit him "AHH! Y/n" he complains taking the bow from me "I have no objections to you learning to shoot and such if you want to, but please don't fire at me" he says "I'm sorry" I giggled cuddling him tight "Good, no more now today" he says "Okay" I smile

I smiled humming my little tune as I messed with the water

"Hello darling" I heard jojen smile as he had followed me out here "what are you singing about little thing?" He asks

"Secrets" I giggle as he sat beside me

"what Secrets?" He asks

"well... I'll tell you when you get home" I giggle

"Darling? really? come on just tell me" He laughs

"When you get home and not until" I giggle

"alright, you promise you'll tell me as soon as I get home?" he asks and I nod "alright, I will be home don't worry" he smiles giving my lips a little kiss

I yawned as we got back from some party in the house as I sipped my wine "Y/n... You... look very sexy tonight" jojen grown in my ear he wasn't drunk I don't think but very sleepy and when jojen gets sleepy he gets ... Gropey  "ummm I wanna see my pretty wifey" he smirked groping my chest "Go to bed jojen" I tell him "No" he smirked as I went to take a sip but he knocked my hand so I spilt my cup all down my dress "Jojen!" I complain "Ohh no... Now you'll have to take it off" he smirked so I sighed slipping off my outer dress as it's all the wine had got on he seemed a little disappointed going to get himself another drink as I got ready for bed he came over smirking at me with a full cup of wine and he threw it completely on my dress "Jojen!" I complain very angry with him "Ohh dear my poor little wifey she'll have to get nice and naked now" he smirked tugging at my dress so I sighed taking it off and letting him take me to bed.

"Meera? what happened to him?" I ask

"White Walker, he was close. I'm sorry y/n" she explained

"You couldn't even bring him home?" I cry

"I'm sorry they were everywhere, we had to destroy him," she says I ran to my room trying not to cry sitting on our bed and stroking my tummy I was close to having my baby, and I couldn't help but cry stroking my stomach knowing my child was to grow up without its father what I would have to live the rest of my life without my husband, and that jojen never even got to know about my baby, maybe if I had told him before he left maybe he would have been more careful given him something to fight home for if he had known about my baby.

I rushed down bringing little jr with me as Howland my father in law had requested me too, when I got to the main hall of the watch I noticed strange objects of...dark magic, I knew of some of them having been raised further south where dark magic is much more prevalent a woman stood in ragged clothes talking with him

"At last, we need to discuss something with you y/n," he says

"what?" I ask

"How would you like to have jojen back" he smiled

"...Really?" I ask and he nods "More then anything" I smile

"well... we know a way to bring him back," He says

"How? using this harlets dark magic?" I ask

"Now... that is rude Young Lady, I am only here to offer my services to you" she smiled

"services? with your dark magic?" I ask "Howland? what's going on really?" I ask and he sighed

"I can not man this land alone. I am old I am tried Y/n" he says "and with jojen gone and Meera with the starks, The Lord of this tower cannot be a baby in the cradle," he says

"Then if you wish to step down I will take charge I married jojen I am the mother of his child I am fit to be the lady of the greywater," I tell him

"No! I will not have my house governed by the southern girl!" He yelled "I bought you for my son, to give him something to do! give him someone to fool around with that wouldn't lead to a million bastard boys to upraise the house" he says "I bought you to give my son and air to this tower, you have fulfilled your purpose and my son is dead you are no more worth than a scullery maid" he says

"Dear, hand him over," she says

"hand-" I began looking to Jr "No! no no no please! not Jr please!" I beg

"he has jojen's blood, we can bring him back," he yelled

"NO!" I scream "You will not take my baby!" I scream

"its the only way y/n!" he yelled

"No! I loved jojen with all my heart. and I would give anything to bring him back... but he is dead, and I am not throwing away the last part of him that I have for a chance to bring him back" I cry holding jr as close as I could

"Enough of this womanly whining," he says trying to rip jr from my arms

"NO! No no you won't take him from me! he is my baby you can't take him!" I scream trying to fight back

"Give him to me!" he screamed ripping jr from my arms I thought with all my strength to try and reach  my baby

"Nooo! No no no Please! he's all I have you can't take him please!" I beg

"when jojen is returned to us I'm sure he will give you another child!" he yelled to me

"No! you can't have my baby!" I scream as he gave him to this woman "Noooo! Please please, you can't do this, Please!" I beg as she began to prepare him as he cried and screamed. "Please, I'm begging you don't do this!" I cry

"QUIET HER!" He yelled and staff forced me to the floor in my tears

"No.... please" I beg "Please I'm begging you as a mother, you must have had children yourself" I plead making this woman stop a moment "Please... give me back my baby" I beg she seemed sad going to move but

"You will bring him back, else I cut off your head witch" he warned her "Remove her from this place, I don't want some weeping mother in the corner" he told them and they took my arms so I couldn't escape

"Noooooo! Please! Not Jr please not my baby!" I scream "what if this doesn't work?" I ask making them all stop "what if her spell fails? or something goes wrong? we lose jojen and Jr forever" I ask

"Then we try with you," he says and orders than men to remove me completely they took me to my room even if I was banging on the door trying to escape as I heard the horrible sounds below me for hours and hours I felt my heart breaking knowing they where going to kill my baby even if it was to get jojen back, my firstborn child was to die

"Y/n... what are you crying for darling?" I heard jojen ask me I looked up and saw him kneeled by our bed wiping little tears from my cheeks "Aren't you happy to see me?" he laughs and I nodded putting my hand with his to hold it tightly "I have missed you more than you could ever imagine my darling...so? I know I'm late but what did you have to tell me?" he asks and I broke into uncontrollable tears "What? darling y/n? what's the matter?" he asks holding me tightly I looked to him and he wore only his pants his chest exposed to me I saw he had marks on his skin that I knew where not there before, a couple in his stomach like he had been stabbed and a mark at his neck like someone had slit his throat

"Jojen.. when you left I was pregnant," I tell him

"Y-You were?" he asked very excitedly "you were pregnant! ohh my beautiful darling... where is he? where's our baby?" he asked excitedly

"How do you think you came back?" I cry holding him tightly

"what?" he asked pushing me away to see my face wiping my tears for me

"Your body was destroyed Meera and Bran they had too. there was nothing left of you, Howland wanted to bring you back... they took our baby" I cried "They took our baby to bring you back" I cry

"You gave up our child? to bring me back?" he asked

"No, I never wanted to give him up but Howland forced me, he ripped Jr from me" I cried

"shhhhh, it's alright. I'm here now, at least we are together again my darling. I promise I will never leave you again, and I promise I will give you a million little babies to love, I know it doesn't make up for it but I swear I will give you another child to love" he says holding me tightly

"So long as I have you, atleast Jr died so I could have you back in my arms" I cried holding him tightly

#got #got imagines #got smut #got s3 #got dark #game of thrones #game of thrones fanfiction #game of thrones smut #game of thrones imagine #game of thrones imagines #jojen #jojen reed #jojen imagine #game of thrones jojen #game of thrones jojen reed #jojen reed smut #jojen reed imagines #got jojen reed #jojen smut #got jojen smut #jojen imagines #got jojen imagine #tbs #tbs smut #tbs fanfiction #tbs imagines #TBS Imagine #thomas sangster #thomas brodie sangster #sangster

[unfallen-angel]

Loki’s Pain

I’m so sorry this took me this long to get up. I’m getting married on Sunday and have been dealing with all the last minute wedding dramas and details! Please don’t hate me too much. I hope you guys like it. Tag list is open. I’m also overwhelmed by the responses. When I wrote the original piece I didn’t expect it to turn into this! Thank you all.

WC: 3k

*** Loki ***

“Have I made you proud, father?” Loki hisses and pulls against the restraints on his wrists. Odin looks down at him from his throne, a deep frown on his face. Loki’s stomach churns with anger as he looks around the room at all the familiar faces staring down at him from their seats of judgement and power. “I did it all for you,” he sneers venomously.

“Enough, Loki. Stop this foolish game. You are no more than a child. You are not fit to rule anything. You will be punished for your crimes after you stand trial. Until then, you will be kept in the dungeons, like the criminal you are.” Odin’s voice rings out, full of power and authority. The room was silent. No one dared utter a sound after Odin’s decision.

Loki’s eyes dart desperately from Freya to Thor, his mind spinning as his thoughts land on you. How could he get back to you if he was imprisoned on Asgard? Thor shook his head, his eyes flashing with realization. The guards yank Loki forward as they start to walk toward the stairwell to the dungeon. “I’ll see you soon, father,” he sneers the word through clenched teeth, his eyes flashing in the dim firelight. His heart beat uncontrollably fast as the guards toss him into the cell and the door seals itself shut. He lands unceremoniously on his hands and knees. His chest clenches painfully as Loki pictures your face in his mind and realizes that it might be the last memory of you he has.

Movement to the right catches his attention. “Yes, brother?” He asks sweetly, not looking up from his clenched fists.

“I will talk to father. He will work something out to you can get back to y/n. He will understand I’m sure once we explain things to him - “

“Enough, you babbling imbecile, he will not understand. He isn’t my father and he doesn’t care about my happiness,” Loki snaps quietly. “I will await my punishment here. The girl is the least of my concerns right now.” That was a lie, and both he and Thor knew it.

“Maybe father will let her come here to Asgard…” Thor muses to himself as he paces along the glass wall of the dimly lit cell.

“Surely you must be joking. Father would never allow it. Could you see a Midgardian living happily here? No, I didn’t think so. She’ll stay on earth where she belongs and I will remain here...where I belong.” Loki tries to hide the bitterness in his voice, but does a poor job. “Leave me, brother. Go celebrate your victory with the rest of them.” He waves his hand at Thor, still not looking up from where he’s kneeling beside his cot.

“I will not let you brush young y/n aside like she is some harlet. You at least owe her an explanation,” Thor snaps, his fist pounding heavily on the glass.

Loki rolls his eyes and sighs. “Yes, brother, you shall ever be the valiant hero. Now leave,” Loki says again and rises to his feet. His back to Thor but his shoulders tense. Thor turns and strides away without another word. Loki heaves a heavy sigh and sinks back to his knees, his legs shaking and his throat so tight he fears that soon he won’t be able to breath. “y/n,” he whispers softly and closes his eyes once more, willing the image of your smile to resurface.

*** You ***

“It’s been three months. Is your apartment ever going to be ready? The entire floor smells like musty dog,” Tony complains and waves a piece of toast around for emphasis.

“It was 26 story apartment building. They can’t just rebuild those things in a few months. They had to clear everything away first. As soon as it’s done we’ll be out of your hair,” you mutter and drop your forehead to the table.

Nat, Tony, Clint, and Bucky were sitting with you at the table in the kitchen and Tony was standing in front of the toaster, making breakfast. “I don’t smell anything,” Nat says nonchalantly and pops a strawberry into her mouth.

“My dog does not stink, okay? And my dog is very well behaved. No one else is complaining, Tony!” You nearly shout and push away from the table. “I’m not hungry anyway. I’ll see you guys later. I’m going to the gym.” You clench your fists at your sides and nearly sprint to the training room, itching to punch something. It had been three months since you said goodbye to Thor and Loki. Three months since you had heard Loki’s voice. Three whole months since he had given you that mind-numbing kiss.

The hole in your stomach rears its ugly head and your knees almost give out as the pain threats to overwhelm you. Your fingertips tingle with the sudden urge to punch something as tears slide unbidden down your face. “Damn you, Loki,” you whisper softly and sit heavily on the bench against the wall. Taking a deep breath, you try to steady yourself and push the pain and anger back down, far away from your conscious thought.

“I’m sure he’ll be back soon,” a voice from beside you says softly. You look up, startled, and meet Wanda’s kind eyes. “I’m sure he’s fine,” she says and takes your hands in hers, giving them a gentle squeeze.

You smile gratefully and squeeze her fingers back weakly. “I know. I know. Time passes differently there. I’m sure he’s busy with all sorts of royal duties. I just…” your voice dies and you shake your head, fighting another wave of tears. “I don’t know why I miss him so much. I only met him the one day. I feel so silly,” you let out a shaky laugh and wipe the tears from your eyes.

“When you find your soulmate it doesn’t matter if you’ve known them for five minutes or five decades. Your soul just recognizes them and that’s that,” Wanda explains with a shrug. “Don’t feel silly.”

“Thanks. I really appreciate it… I think… I just need to release some frustration.” You stand, eyeing the hanging bag with a purpose. “I’m going to go punch some things now. I’ll see you around?” She nods and leaves the room without another word. Without even bothering to wrap your hands, you start on the bag. Throwing punch after punch and kick after kick, ignoring the sharp pains shooting up your forearms. With each impact you release a loud grunt and swing harder.

“What did that bag ever do to you?” Steve calls from the doorway. You swing one more round house to the bag and then turn to look at him, panting heavily. “I think you’ve killed it.” He points to a ripped seam where sand is slowly starting to leak out.

Your eyes dart from Steve, who is dressed in a tight white t-shirt and jeans, to the long, blonde haired man in the metal armor beside him. “Thor?” you breath out and brush your sweaty hair from your forehead. “Are you alone?” you ask quietly, already knowing the answer deep down.

“Loki is back on Asgard,” Thor confirms quietly. His eyes fall to the bruises already blossoming on your swollen knuckles. “Do you always train this hard?” You shake your head but say nothing, trying to wrap your mind around why Thor would be here and Loki would not be. “We have much to discuss, y/n.”

“Come on, y/n, we can talk in the conference room. Thor has some news from Asgard that we all need to here. Everyone else is already there.”

“I need to feed Fenrir. I haven’t done that this morning and I’m sure he’s starving,” you mutter and blot your face with a white, cotton towel.

“Fenrir?” Thor asks cautiously and raises a blond eyebrow.

“My dog,” you explain with a smile, realizing how that must sound to him. “I minored in Norse mythology in college. You could say I love the Norse myths. Fenrir was always one of my favorites.”

“Of course but there’s no time for that,” Thor mutters, a confused look crosses his face as he follows Steve up the stairs and into the room full of Avengers. “Hello!” he greets everyone enthusiastically. “I’ve news from Asgard!” His deep voice echoes off the walls.

“Yes, Shakespeare, we got that. What is it?” Tony asks and drums his fingers against the wooden conference table. You roll your eyes and sit down beside Nat and Wanda.

“Odin is weak and will not be able to handle the throne much longer. The burden will be passed to me. We have had an attack on the palace from dark elves and my mother is dead,” Thor says solemnly, his voice cracking on the last word. “My father is distraught. We fought them off and defeated them, but we lost many good warriors.”

Your heart stops at his words and all you can imagine is Loki lying lifeless on the battlefield. Your mouth opens, but your brain cannot find the words to speak. Nat gives your arm a gentle squeeze.

“We’re sorry to hear about your mother, Thor,” Steve says and pats the Asgardian on the back. “What is it that you need from us?” He urges gently.

Thor nods and looks at you firmly. “I need y/n.”

“Me?” You yelp and lean back in your rolling chair, nearly toppling backward in the process.

“Yes. Loki… He is not himself. I fear he has lost the will to survive any longer,” Thor explains quietly, his voice full of urgency. “I fear that he will do something rash… and stupid… and possibly get himself killed in the process.”

“But why do you need y/n? Loki hasn’t even tried to contact her. As far as we’re concerned, he should stay on Asgard where he is. Maybe then we can all get some peace,” Tony mutters and folds his arms across his chest. Your cheeks heat up because you know he’s referring to your crying at night.

“My father imprisoned Loki as soon as we arrived in Asgard. He’s been in the dungeons and heavily guarded. There would have been no way for him to contact anyone,” Thor explained, as if that was a reasonable reason.

“You could have contacted us,” you say quietly, not looking up at Thor and picking at a chipped piece of wood on the edge of the table.

“He never asked,” Thor stated simply with a shrug of his broad shoulders.

Your mouth went dry and you felt your chest tighten in anger again. “Of course he wouldn’t ask. Why bother? Why extend the effort. I’m only a stupid Midgardian girl,” you spat and pushed your chair roughly away from the table. “I’m not going anywhere that I’m not wanted.” And with that you turn and stomp out of the room, leaving them gaping after you.

“Stupid Asgardians. Stupid Loki. Stupid Thor. Stupid me. Stupid…. Ugh Stupid stupid stupid,” you mutter under your breath as you stomp up the stairs to your apartment. You couldn’t tell if you felt sick because of the anger or because of the heartache that was threatening to stop your heart from beating altogether. “Why am I so stupid.” Fenrir jumps from his bed as soon as you open the door and greets you with a happy wag and a head tilt. “Hey, Fen,” you whisper and drop to your knees in the living room floor, letting the dog sniff around your face and neck. He sniffed and licked, searching for a wound or the cause of your anxiety. “I’m fine,” you assure him with a gentle scratch behind his big ears.

“Y/n,” Thor says quietly, his head barely peeking through the doorway.

You jump and Fenrir growls viciously, baring his teeth and licking his lips. “Down,” you say sternly and the dog sits, expression blank, and stares directly at Thor as he enters the room. “I didn’t hear you come in. You scared him,” you whisper and keep a firm hand on Fenrir’s collar. “What do you want?”

Thor sighs and holds out his hands in surrender. “I just thought that if Loki were to see you. He might rethink whatever he is plotting. I don’t want another repeat of what’s already happened here,” Thor says quietly and runs his fingers through his long hair. He pauses and looks distracted.

You take a moment to look at him, really look at his face. He looks battle worn and weary, like he’s fought many wars and only won a few. The corners of his eyes are wrinkled from laughing, and his brow is creased as if he’s spent many nights worrying over something. “Alright. I’ll go talk to him. But then I want you to take me home. I don’t think I could bare to stay up there any longer than I need to,” you whisper breathlessly and hug Fenrir’s neck. “Nat will take care of you while I’m gone.”

You pull out your cell phone and type a quick explanation to Nat and instructions for Fenrir. “I’ll be back soon,” you promise your companion and follow Thor out of the apartment. “Lead the way, point break,” you smirk as Thor’s shoulders tense at the nickname, but he doesn’t speak as he leads you out of the tower and into the street.

“You must hold onto me, and remember, don’t let go for any reason.”

“What happens if I let go?” you ask weakly, unsure if you want to know the answer.

“You’ll be hurtled through space and ripped to pieces,” he says simple and wraps his arm around your waist. You gulp and grip his body with both hands as he lifts his hammer into the air. You hear a loud hum and then a flash of light surrounds you, nearly blinding you. You close your eyes tightly and exhale as the feeling of being squeezed through a small pipe overtakes your body, and then, you feel nothing. Not even Thor’s arm around you. “Y/n?” Thor’s voice floats to your ears. “You can open your eyes now.”

Blinking rapidly, you look around and take in the never-ending rainbow bridge just outside the door of the round, golden building you are standing in. “Wow,” you whisper and look over your shoulder at the galaxy and all the stars stretching endlessly behind you. “This is your home?”

“This is the gateway to my home. The palace is there,” he says proudly and points his hammer toward a large, golden building reaching toward the sky in the distance. “Come. There’s no time to waste here. You can have a tour later.” He wraps his arm around you again and starts to spin his hammer. “It’s faster than walking,” he explains when you start to protest.

“Fine. Let’s go,” you mutter and try not to look like a sullen child as his hammer pulls the two of you off the ground and through the air. Your eyes stung and your hair whipped around wildly as you sailed through the sky. “ Oh my god,” you mutter breathlessly when you stop at the palace doors and Thor sets you on your feet. You take an unsteady step forward.

“I’ll take you to Loki before anyone sees you. If my father sees us you will never be permitted to the dungeons,” Thor explains quietly and pulls you down and narrow set of stairs that were hidden from sight by a large statue. “Secret passages,” he mutters and raises his eyebrow mischievously.

“Oh geez,” you mutter at his cheesy sense of humor and try to calm your nerves at the thought of being this close to Loki. Your eyes take a few moments to adjust to the firelight on either side of the narrow corridor. Tracing your fingertips along the cool stone walls, you imagine what it would be like to grow up here like this. Away from earth and all the technology. It seems simpler here.

“Stay behind me. Don’t make a sound,” Thor instructs quickly before stepping out into the open space of the dungeon. You follow quickly behind him, stepping where he steps and trying not to look around at the prisoners. Your eyes dart rapidly from cell to cell and your heart races as some of the creatures take an interest in you. Thor stops suddenly and you run into his back with a quiet ‘oof’.

“Hello, brother,” Loki’s voice is like velvet, soft but with a cutting edge. “To what do I owe this unwelcome visit?” The blood in your veins freezes at the sound of his voice and your breath catches in your throat as you try not to utter the sob of anger and pain that is threatening to explode inside of you.

“I know you are plotting something, Loki, and I’ve come to talk you out of it,” Thor states firmly and folds his arms across his chest.

“Are you?” Loki chuckles. “And what makes you think I’ll listen to anything that you say?”

“Oh I don’t think you’ll listen to me,” he pauses and steps to the side suddenly so that you are in full view of the cell. “But you will listen to her.”

Your eyes rake over Loki’s body, taking in how thin he looks and how unkept and long his hair has gotten. The cell is large and bright with nothing but a table with a lamp and a book and a bed in the far corner. You watch as the color drains from Loki’s face and pain flickers in his eyes. He drops to his knees as if he couldn’t find the strength to keep standing and reaches his hand out to you. His fingertips gently brush the glass wall as a tear slides down his cheek. Your chest constricts at the sight of Loki’s pain.

Without thinking, your legs are carrying you forward. You fall to your knees in front of him and touch your fingers to where his are pressed against the glass. Your heart is beating so hard you fear that it might beat out of your chest as you stare at the man before you. “Hello, Loki,” you whisper softly. In the corner of your eye you can see Thor’s reflection in the glass. He’s smiling.

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[just-a-spark]

The Before, and The After Part 11

Warnings: Language, Sexual Content (18+ to be safe)

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Summery: A wealthy classmate of Meg’s becomes close to the family, a little too close to the playboy grandson of Harlan Thrombey. The events leading up to, and following, Harlan Thrombey’s death.

Elizabeth locked herself away in her bathroom, taking her time in the shower and doing her makeup. She wasn’t in any hurry to go back out into the world.

Benoit Blanc swore he wouldn’t tell her husband, family, or the Thrombeys about what she’d told him. She all but admitted Ransom knew what Harlan’s will said, and that was enough to bring him in. She didn’t believe Ransom killed Harlan, but if any of them had the capacity to make a murder look like a suicide, it was Hugh Drysdale.

“Honey? Are you alright?” Phillip asked softly through the door, “It’s almost one, do you want something to eat?”

Elizabeth looked down as her phone began to ring. Seeing it was Meg, she looked up and called, “I’m fine. I had a big breakfast!”

She answered the phone and pressed it to her ear eagerly, “Hello?”

“They’re gathering all of us. The cops say they know who killed Granddad.”

Elizabeth lifted her head to look in the mirror from her perch on the edge of the jacuzzi tub, “Who?”

“They haven’t said. They just said to all come together at the house.” Meg explained quietly, then added, “Lizzie, I feel like shit. I told my family about Marta’s mom being illegal.”

“Why?”

“They needed something on her to get her to give us the money-”

“You fucking blackmailed her?” Elizabeth snarled and Meg was silent. “I’m sorry. Sorry. Everything is just a fucking mess.”

“It’s almost over.” Meg muttered through her sigh, “Will you come over? Moral support?”

“I don’t know if I should, you’re family thinks I was banging Harlan...”

Meg laughed loudly, “I know you weren’t banging Harlan. He was helping you write. They read one letter, they don’t even know what the rest were about. Come over, please? It would mean a lot to me.”

Elizabeth groaned and rubbed her face, “Yeah, I can do that. I’ll be there within the hour.”

“Thank you! Love you!” Meg kissed through the phone and hung up, so Elizabeth went to the mirror and applied her mascara and painted her lips blood red to match her curly hair.

Elizabeth convinced Phillip to let her go to see Meg alone. Despite his pleading, she told him the honest truth, she had a history with the family, and she needed to be there with them to find out what happened to the patriarch.

With a wary stare, he let her go, and she felt relief wash over her as she drove back to Harlan’s house. She was hopeful that this would clear everything up and that they could all move on and everything would be fine.

She parked, seeing all the cars spread along the drive along with several cop cars and officers policing the building. “Can we help you Miss?” One of the cops asked as Elizabeth got out of the car, but Meg quickly came trotting down the stairs to her rescue.

“She’s with me, she’s family.” Meg said, glaring at the cops and leading Elizabeth toward the house. When they reached the door, Lizzie pulled her friend into a tight hug.

“I’m so sorry Meg. I’m so ready for this to all end, for your sake.”

“Thank you for being here through it all. I know things were weird with Granddad and you before your wedding, but he still cared a lot about you. We all do.”

“And I care about you all, too. Especially you. You’re my Little Sister.” Lizzie teased and hugged Meg again, “Is your family going to kill me?”

“No. They are too anxious to hear what the Detective has to say. They’ll barely know you’re there.” Meg explained, leading her into the sitting room.

Lizzie stopped in the entrance when they all looked up to see her, a rush of words wafting her way.

“Oh, if it isn’t the little harlet-”

“...honey, I’m sure there’s a perfectly reasonable...”

“Leave the poor girl alone, she’s mourning, just like the rest of us-”

“Eliza?”

Lizzie blinked rapidly as the voices blended together, hearing one break through the rest as her eyes drew to the back of the room. Ransom looked around at his family in confusion, then took two steps towards Lizzie, “Am I missing something here?”

“Oh, yeah, remember when you took off with Marta and left us all in the dust? This little slut was writing love letters with your grandfather!” Linda snarled as Richard held her back and Joni glared at her sister in law.

Ransom looked from Lizzie to his mother, then back to the redhead again, “What?”

“Meg, I know she’s your friend, but I want that little whore out of this-”

“If you call her one more name that isn’t her own, I’ll punch your-” Ransom started to growl as he stormed toward his mother, but Richard and Lizzie both started toward him to push him back.

Lizzie stared up at him with big, terrified eyes and he softened a little in her gaze until there was a gasp from the couch.

“The letters aren’t from Harlan, they’re from Ransom.” Joni gawked, and Linda’s mouth dropped so fast it almost hit the floor.

“Hugh... you’re- you’ve been... oh!” Linda stammered as she took a step toward her son, but he just grabbed Lizzie’s arms and she sighed.

“Can I talk to you in private? Please?” Lizzie requested softly and Ransom began to lead her out toward the patio, but they were stopped when Meg called out, “Is the baby Phil’s? Or Ransom’s?”

Linda practically fell over into her husband’s arms as Joni gasped happily, “You’re pregnant?”

“Yes. Yes, I am pregnant.” Lizzie said quickly, then followed up with, “It’s Phil’s. My husband’s.” She looked up to Ransom, seeing how hurt he looked, “Hugh and I haven’t been together since- in a long time. It was years ago.”

“So calm your tits.” Ransom called back, then tugged Lizzie away to talk as his family sat in silence.

Lizzie looked back toward the room and whispered, “We could have pretended those letters were from Harlan, that was always the plan.”

“No. I won’t have them thinking you were fucking my grandfather. You were fucking me and no one else.” Ransom growled as he leaned forward, bending his head down to press his forehead to hers. “You came alone.”

“I didn’t know what I’d find out. I’m scared you did it.” Lizzie admitted, grabbing a hold of his grey sweater and clenching it for dear life, “Please, please tell me you didn’t kill Harlan.”

“I didn’t kill Harlan. I swear on my life.” Ransom told her before looking over her head and whispering, “Marta killed him.”

“What?” Lizzie gasped, her hand flying to her mouth, “No... that’s not possible...”

“It was an accident. She switched his medications on accident, you know Marta would never hurt him.” Ransom explained quickly, “I told the detectives everything, but Marta’s coming in now. She’ll explain what happened.”

Lizzie felt a weight lifted off of her and wrapped her arms around Ransom’s torso, “I’m so happy to hear you say that. Not that Marta did it, but I was worried-”

“You really think I’d kill my own grandfather?” Ransom asked, but Lizzie noted that he wasn’t surprised. She raised her brows and he shrugged, “I was livid. Especially after our conversation... but Eliza, this changes everything. The slayer rule- it’ll revert Harlan’s will back to its previous version. I’ll get my cut of the inheritance, and it’s a lot. My family knows about us now, and they love you, they’ll be so excited.” At Lizzie’s blank expression Ransom amended, “Then let’s take the money and run away together. I’ll raise that kid like it’s my own if that’s what it takes. We can take off now and not look back, what do you say?”

Lizzie ground her teeth a little, considering Ransom’s offer, but they were interrupted by the door opening and Blanc and Marta entering the house.

Lieutenant Elliott approached, studying the pair curiously, “If you wouldn’t mind heading to the sitting room. They’ll be there in a moment.”

Ransom grabbed Lizzie’s hand and followed Elliott into the room, finding a spot behind the couch between him and Trooper Wagner. Lizzie shot Wagner a dirty look when she caught him staring at their entwined hands.

Linda looked over her right shoulder at them and beamed, and Lizzie stared up at Ransom in confusion, “You do realize I’m married to somebody else right?”

“Won’t be a problem, he’s a lawyer. Should be easy to get a divorce.”

“Ransom.” She hissed as Marta appeared in the doorway, catching everyone’s attention. Marta gave a confused tilt of her head as she noticed Ransom holding Lizzie’s hand and the redhead yanked her hand away, crossing her arms and narrowing her eyes at the woman.

“Um, you guys have always been good to me and what I’m about to say isn’t going to be easy and you’re going to be upset, especially after what you’ve been through the past few days, but I thought you deserved to hear it from me-”

Blanc shoved his way in front of Marta to address the family, “Excuse me, you have not been good to her. You have all treated her like shit! You’re a pack of- vultures at the feast! Knives out and beaks bloody! But you’re not getting bailed out, not this time! Miss Cabrera has decided definitely not to renounce the inheritance!”

“What?” Marta asked, turning around to face Blanc. Lizzie looked up to Ransom, who narrowed his eyes and slackened his jaw, clearly upset by the spectacle.

Blanc wasn’t done with his spiel yet though, continuing on, “Furthermore, it will be my professional recommendation that the manner of death in the case of Harlan Thrombey be ruled a suicide! Case closed!”

“What?” Ransom spat out, and Lizzie held grabbed his arm protectively as Blanc drug Marta out of the room. Ransom looked on in a daze, then looked to Lizzie, “No. Harlan didn’t commit suicide.”

“How can you be so sure?” Lizzie whimpered quietly, and Ransom stared at her with wild, terrified eyes. She shook her head and turned from him, but he pulled her back to the window to speak to her away from the rabble.

“Hey, hey Eliza, don’t- don’t doubt me now. We’re gonna be alright-”

“Mr. Drysdale, Detective Blanc would like to speak with you.” Trooper Wagner said as he appeared in the room, “He also requests that everyone else wait outside as he conducts some more questions.”

“Hugh. Hugh, why are they taking you? Tell me now-” Lizzie hissed as Trooper Wagner approached to take him away.

“I’m sure Blank just wants me to reiterate my story, everything is fine. Eliza, look at me, everything is fine.” Ransom promised as he was led out of the room after his family, but Eliza stayed by the window a moment, feeling her whole world crashing down.

“Ma’am? Ma’am I’m going to need you to come with me.” An officer told her and she nodded numbly.

“I don’t know why I keep coming back. I just can’t give it up. They’re like a drug.” She droned on in a trance, realizing what was happening. “I think it’s all my fault.”

Elizabeth stood by Meg’s side in the grey of the November afternoon for almost an hour while they waited. Meg fiddled with the edge of her sweater and Lizzie hugged her side, “Hey, they’re gonna sort this all out.”

“Why would he commit suicide? I just don’t understand.” Meg cried, looking around, “And if Marta gets everything, what happens to the rest of us?”

“You’re gonna be okay. I promise.” Lizzie said, then noticed the front doors to the house opening, “Look.”

Lieutenant Elliott lead the way out past Linda, followed by Trooper Wagner and another cop leading Ransom out of the house in handcuffs. Richard began to panic, storming toward them and waving a wad of bills in their face in an attempt to help his son. Linda leaned against the house’s pillar, detached and unsurprised at the revelation her son killed her father.

Elizabeth though, felt like her body was sinking into the ground. Meg waved over Elliott and asked him what happened, and Lizzie was vaguely listening as she watched the Thrombey family turn their faces away from Ransom. Everyone but his father had given up on him.

“He,” Elliott pointed toward Ransom, “Attempted to frame Marta for your grandfather’s death, however, what she mistook as a deadly mistake was actually the correct medications. After realizing he was going to die, Harlan took his own life to protect Marta.” Elliott explained and Meg’s breath caught in her throat as Lizzie pulled her closer.

“So why is he-”

“Fran the housekeeper was rushed to the hospital because of a morphine overdose which Mr. Drysdale confessed to. The housekeeper didn’t make it.”

Meg began sobbing into her hand, but Lizzie’s legs gave out and she collapsed onto the ground in tears.

“Lizzie!” Meg cried as she knelt beside her, but the woman was inconsolable as she sobbed into her hands, back against a car as Lieutenant Elliott called for help.

Although he heard her cries, Ransom didn’t turn to her, instead looking up and meeting Marta’s gaze. As he smiled knowingly at Marta, he was pushed into the police cruiser and taken away, leaving his family broke, and his love devastated.

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The stuff you've posted about abuse has really helped me, do you mind talking about what happened?

Yeah so hello readmore. As you seem to already know, my inbox is open if you need anything else. I use the IM thing too.

I’m glad that my stuff is helping you, I won’t share everything but I’ll explain some of the different stuff I’ve endured. I know I felt like I was somehow alone and living the same life as everyone else at the time, like it was normal and nobody would understand. So I understand why you’d ask this.

We’ll start with childhood. The basic building blocks of how I lived as a kid are:

My mom would spoil my brother while degrading me for existing. He was perfect but I could never do anything right. I always feel like maybe I made this up, like it wasn’t that bad, but I vividly remember instances like standing in the middle of the store and asking for a t-shirt, getting a no, then watching her say yes to my brother for the same t-shirt. She ponied up a shit ton of dough to get him into football and soccer, but she wouldn’t let me go to my choir concerts even though it was REQUIRED for a grade in my class and took me out of soccer the second I got scouted for an advanced league. I wasn’t allowed to be good at anything and I wasn’t allowed to have nice things.

If I tried to figure myself out and express my identity, I was punished. A friend painted my nails at lunch at school one day in middle school, it was a pale color, you could barely see it. Another parent had bought it for their child, so I can’t imagine it was like Harlet Brand. There was nothing wrong with it, but when I came home she emptied out a bottle of nail polish remover and made me sit still as a statue and hit me if I moved. I had to sit there for almost a full 24 hours without peeing or eating or drinking water, I wasn’t allowed to move until the nail polish ate itself in the remover. I wasn’t even allowed to rub my fingers over the polish. I was always put in adult size XXXXL, t-shirts were three quarter length sleeved and went to my knees. If I didn’t disappear in it and it didn’t look like I was just a pile of clothes, it was too small. My friends would buy me things for my birthday out of pity but my mom always took everything away immediately, their mothers felt so bad and I never knew what to do about it. She didn’t even throw this stuff that I wasn’t allowed to have away or donate it; she reveled in keeping it in her room like a trophy. She liked me being able to see that the stuff that I wanted was still there but I couldn’t have it.

She shaved my head at every opportunity.

She beat me for just about every reason I can imagine that she could think of. My brother pissed her off? Beat me. She had a bad day at work? Beat me. I didn’t do enough for her? Beat me. I literally broke bones. I have scars to this day.

She used me as a slave. Even back as far as I can remember in like elementary school, I was the one in charge of cooking for everyone, I was in charge of cleaning up after everyone, and I did all of the laundry. There was not a chore that was not my responsibility.

She liked to tell me that I was going to grow up to be as big as her. That I would be as ugly as her. That I would be her. She’d tell me my life was worthless, that she brought me into this world and she could take me out of it. She’d tell me that I couldn’t do anything. I’ve always loved to sing, but if she ever heard a peep she would always berate me for it. She’d tell me I was terrible and a bother for having an interest. That I shouldn’t even be seen, let alone heard. My brother would join in on this. They’d laugh.

Nothing was ever allowed to be wrong with me either, which really fucks me up. I fell down the stairs and twisted my knee so hard it was purple and she told me to walk it off, then laughed and called me a sissy lala when I cried because it hurt. I broke my funny bone on her work property and the only reason we even know that is because even though she was laughing at my bleeding nose, chipped tooth, and steadily growing arm that was changing green and blue and purple and calling me a pansy for saying it hurt, her boss INSISTED she take me to the hospital.

She ripped my cast off by force less than a week later. Said I’d only use it for pity and I didn’t need it anyway.

The next step from there was total neglect. There’s a big story for me going to the children’s shelter, but she basically was just like whatever I don’t want him and then proceeded to not give a shit about trying to see me. She basically just washed her hands of me.

In my later teen years, after I’d been in the foster care system and started taking care of myself, she ended up back in my life. Things are going fuzzy, I don’t remember how. But, at this time:

She no longer beat me. In fact, she acted like it never happened and just didn’t acknowledge it at all. I think that is the most terrifying thing she’s ever done.

She would tell me a sob story about how her landlord was coming for x, y, or z and then ask me if I could come over to help her clean up. She’d tell me that her landlord would kick her out if they saw how much of a mess her house was and she’d say she had no idea what else to do. I would spend a whole week straight cleaning her house. She wouldn’t help at all.

But she would laugh at me in front of my friends. She’d offer to take us out to dinner and then tell stories about what a pathetic little sniveling child I was.

When a boyfriend cheated on me and tried to throw me down her stairs and started ripping the gutters off her home, she looked at me bleeding and sobbing on the floor and said I’d let go of the best thing that had ever happened to me. That nobody else would love me and whatever he had done couldn’t possibly be bad enough to warrant robbing HER of time with him.

Then there’s the monster ex:

I always want to say that things started out slow and escalated, but that’s a lie. The first thing he did that was abusive was manipulating me into thinking his ex was the devil. He had me thinking this girl was making him want to kill himself, and he constantly sent me after he like an attack dog. I know that she wasn’t doing anything wrong because I do eventually simmer down and try to talk things out and all it took was a few simple screencaps to show the monster ex was a damned liar. He admitted it too when called out and we eventually became friends? Like it was the weirdest mindfuck he’s ever pulled. He tried to make his ex kill herself, then sent me to make her want to kill herself, and then we were friends. I even woke up from a drunk night wearing HER pants once. I drew abs on the woman. I think this is why he has yet to actually send anyone my way to bitch me out. He always has people yell at people, but not me. Not once. Because he learned that sending people to yell at someone for something that never happened ALWAYS backfires.

The first err against me was after we’d moved in together. We were really happy, and I know he likes to play like he was never happy now that all is said and done, but that’s just more abuse. It’s his way of erasing his blame and making it look like he is some Super Pathetic Victim. He cheated. And he lied. To someone his ex knew too, more than once. It was a whole thing. Like he was laughing to my face and we were cuddling and I tied him to the heater and fucked him silly, but he still needed to have some pity to feed off of, so he made up some stuff. Which he admitted. But then kept doing. She kept falling for it. He would say stuff like he was going to steal my wallet in the middle of the night and run off to be Hummelberry in NY. I don’t even think he was really cheating because he liked the girl or because he wanted to cheat, he just wanted her to pity him to The Highest Extent.

Even just this far, there is obviously only one reason a person would stay with a person like that. And that reason is abuse. It’s fucking powerful.

He would ride my coattails whenever I’d do something online, and if people paid attention to me he had to push in too. He loved it when people loved us. Then he would start contolling the things I did. I cannot tell you how many times I admined a group and had to watch as he abused people in the group. He was so terrible. But I couldn’t say anything, I couldn’t stop him.

And he’d control who I could talk to, who I could write with in groups. He liked to ship wreck my ships. He’d already have like 5 ships with me and then he’d decide to make a 6th character and his FIRST move was always finding one of my character’s to ruin. He literally brought his abuse into character. He abused one of my rp characters in the same way he abuses me and the ENTIRE rp was SO uncomfortable.

It wasn’t until I started telling him to stop treating me like shit that things got really heated up. I never understood it and it drove me insane at the time, but he would abuse me and I would say he was abusing me and he would nod his head and tell me he understood. We’d have a heart to heart convo about how he was hurting me and how he could avoid doing that in the future. I’d ask him to remember to consider me as a human being all the time, he always forgot I wasn’t just a stepping stool. But we’d get to a good place and I’d think he understood. He would have expressed his heartfelt desire to do better and be a better person— but then he would go online and throw pity parties about how terrible I was.

He had a huge love of gaslighting or making shit up. He would post about me on his blog to get attention all the time, and talk to his friends about me. Just lie, right through his teeth. Nothing was too outrageous for him to go for. He had to villify me, and as far as I’m concerned that’s abuse too. It’s practically cyberbullying when it’s done in a tightknit community. He’s sent me anon hate, he’s sent my friends anon hate, and he’s sent anon hate to other blogs about me. He’s also signed hate to other blogs about me, even after I finally got him out of my life. He can’t breathe without using lies about me to host a pity party. That feels like abuse to me. His lies weren’t ever even all that good. He’d be as bad as to say “I want you all to give me money so I can spend it on me” and then say “I wanted to give HIM that money, not me! I’m a saint!” Like…. the original post is right there with the words “for myself” written right on it but okay?

My mind is really going fuzzy now, so I’ll leave a really short list that will cover like 1/1000th of his daily abuse. Some of the every day things included:

Making me out to be the bad guy if I ever asked for anything

Guilting me for telling him when he did things that hurt me

Telling me things like that I wasn’t worth being treated with common decency, right to my face, just because he was mad. 

He pushed and pulled with his attention and affection a lot. He was always very manipulative in the way that he would pay attention or talk to me and be super sweet and then flip it when he got what he wanted. 

He was also very manipulative in the way he would be sweet to me and then shit talk me behind my back. Kind of like how he we romantic with me while cheating behind my back. I’m poly. Bro. Literally all you had to do was respect me as the person you’re already dating and a s k.

Signing into my messengers, reading my private stuff, especially after we fought, so that he could see what I was saying to my friends. If I ever dared to ask for help from someone, or said a word about him that wasn’t sparkling, he would immediately start another fight. 

Calling me fat - I will never forget this. I literally said, “If I were this big, I would jump off the roof and kill myself, I 100% cannot handle that I am freaking out” and he replied, “Well, you’re that big.” I’ve had serious eating disorders since childhood, fucking asshole. I don’t care what excuse a person can come up with, there is none for that. Even if your worst enemy says, “I’ll kill myself if ___” you do NOT reply with, “well, ____” unless you’re ABSOLUTE garbage. He tries to claim that he was only with me because he thought I’d kill myself if he left, that making shit up is another abuse thing, but if he gave a shit about my mental health or if I killed myself…. why the fuck did he tell me I was fat right after I specifically said I would kill myself if I was fat??????? And he knows I’m not lying. It wasn’t a funny haha I’d kill myself lol xD xD like his are. He knows I only say that shit when it is  r e a l.

Admittedly taking his anger out on me, yelling at me just because someone else made him mad

He would constantly tell me that my style was wrong, or that the clothes I was wearing made me look too girly. He was always telling me that I needed to be different, downing on me until I felt bad and had to second guess everything. I never really cared how people saw me until he started making me feel like every time someone looks at me, all they see is a girl. He pushed that transphobic, sexist, YOU HAVE TO LOOK LIKE A MAN TO BE A MAN bullshit on me all of the time.

Telling me all of my interests were stupid

Acting out whenever he had to do something. Like we were moving out of Arizona and packing things up into the Uhaul, we were almost done, we just had the Christmas stuff. We were moving on and off too, really lazy, but we did also do everything at once. So he starts whipping me with words as fast as he can, trying to get me to just shut down because he’s attacking me. It doesn’t work, I ask him to get the xmas stuff in location a while I go to location b and get shit done and I shit you not, Miller-opher Kingle, Mr. I Listen To My Thousand Song Christmas Playlist All Year Round himself screams out, “I DON’T EVEN LIKE CHRISTMAS!!!!” in his attempt to get me to give into him.

Complaining whenever I wanted to talk about my interests or indulge in my interests

While also shoving every fart he made under my nose and demanding validation

Forcing me to watch stuff he was interested in and even picking fights if I said no but always acting like I wanted him to rip off an arm if I wanted to pick something. 

Invading my private space. He was fucking obsessed with climbing into my bed and it was the creepiest and most terrifying thing in the world. Nobody wants to share a bed with their abuser, and nobody should have to deal with their abuser clinging to their arm like a tumor. Nobody should be forced to allow themselves to be used to up their abuser’s state of being. 

LOUD ASS FUCK SKYPE CALLS WHILE I AM ASLEEP but oh, better yell at me because I wanted to listen to music while he was awake and he’s just too lazy to put the headphones from his neck to his ears so he can block me out

Refusing to clean, making me do it, yelling at me whenever I asked him to help out even a little

Refusing to cook, he would rather starve if I didn’t always cook for him

Refusing to work, especially when we were freelance writing. I’d give him like 500 words total and then take one 50,000 words myself and STILL have to do half of his when I finished mine

Using all of my shit, even when I told him not to, even when he said he wouldn’t. It feels like abuse because it’s like pissing all over my stuff, taking my stuff. A lot of my costume makeup he completely used.

The biggest thing though was that if I couldn’t give him something useful, I was useless. If I wasn’t blowing compliments up his ass 24/7, I was useless. If I wasn’t cooking and cleaning up after him, I was useless. If I wasn’t praising him and showering him in attention, I was useless. If I wasn’t being whored out to the internet to draw in more people to adore him, I was useless. If I was telling him he had to change, that he couldn’t keep abusing me, I was useless. What I wanted never mattered. If we got two bags of chips, he got one and three fourths and I got one fourth. If we got two things and promised to share 50/50, he’d still manipulate me into getting at LEAST half of my half. I could never just have an equal amount of anything. We’d go out and take 100 pics of him and 0 of me. Even when we went to Lady Gaga and I was DRESSED like Lady Gaga herself and I was stopped by fellow fans for pics with strangers, the one event that was quite literally The Me Event, and we got ZERO photos of me. that even after I spent six hours pouring myself into a skimpy ass costume that I made myself, and even after we drove hours and hours to get to the concert, even with it being my birthday present, zero photos of me. I’m the only person at that event that did not go home with a dozen and a half photos of me, I shit you not. What does it say that we BOTH valued me so little? If you feel what I just described in any way, you’re probably being abused.

#personal post #abuse tw #I endured #Anonymous

[the-fiction-witch]

Pants

REAL LIFE: ‘Roomie’ plot line COUPLE: TBS X READER RATING: SMUT

Y/N POV:

I sat in bed surrounded by crisps packets and candy bars and half eaten sandwiches in the dark as thomas stands at my door

“do you need to pee?” he asks

“why?” i ask a bit confused

“because I need a shower, and I am sick of every time I am half way though a shower you burst in needing the toilet” he sighs

“some people say hi to there roommates you know” I sigh

“fine hi, do you need to pee?” he asks

“No, are you naked?” I ask looking around the door

“yeah? I sleep naked now, and I’m going for a shower why bother putting pants on?” he shrugs

“Put pants on thomas, one of these days  your gonna walk into a table or something naked and I will have to drive you to the hospital” I laugh

“whatever, are you going to need the bathroom during my shower cause I’m sick of you coming in” he sighed

 “maybe dont take so long” I suggest 

“well I have to be clean so if you need to go, go now” he tells me

“What does it matter If  see your dick in the shower it’s nothing I haven’t seen before thomas” I laugh

“because I’m in the shower and it’s not okay while I’m in the shower to just come in and go to the bathroom”he sighs

“your just mad I always interrupt when your trying to jerk off” I laugh

“yeah so, the showers a good place, no mess, it’s warm, and I’m already naked anyway” he shrugs

“I dont need to go thomas just shower, If I have to pee I will go next door” I sigh

“fine” he sighs leaving my door

“Put on Pants!” I tell him

“you love it admit it” he laughs at me

“No I do not enjoy watching you walk around naked” I sigh

“yes you do, you love how sexy I am” he smirks so I almost go to sleep again till my phone went off

“Hello?” I ask still half asleep

“Oh hello darling, you haven’t forgotten have you?” My mother asked

“Uhhh no…” I begin

“Good, now we are just leaving the house, so do you want anything at the shop?” she asks

“Uhhh some milk might be nice mum and some cupcakes or something” I shrug

“oh course darling, we will be there in a hour” she said so I quickly hung up and got up quickly hiding all the mess in the flat trying to make the place presentable and sighing as I lean on the sofa for a second to breath when the knock came from the door so I quickly open it letting my mum and dad in they both hug me very happy to see me sitting on the chairs as I make them a cup of tea each and bring it in and stand leaning on the sofa sipping my tea “so darling how’s work?” she asked

“fine at the moment, everything’s going well” I smile 

“I will say darling this block is very dirty and well Ill mannered” she sighed

“welcome to London mum, this is the we have no money side” I sigh

“how are you for money?” she asks

“fine, everything’s much easier with a room mate” I smile

“Ohh yes, where is she?” she asked

“she?” I ask

“well we assumed to young ladies would be sharing a flat” she smiled

“Ohh Uhhh…I Uh…its a he” I blush

“A he? ohh darling a new boyfriend” she smiles

“He is NOT my boyfriend!” I say sternly “he is my room mate thats all” I sigh just as  heard the bathroom door Oh shit I forgot about him

“Hey y/n” he smiles hugging me tightly from behind “I have a surprise for you” he smirks rubbing his hard against my back even if he only had a towel on “I already finished in the shower but he still wants to play, thought maybe you would wanna play around with him” he smirks kissing my neck a little so I just hold his face turning his head to look at my mum and dad “Uhh Ohhh, sorry” He says in panic

“soo you are dating your room mate” my dad laughs

“not exactly” i blush

“well in my day you where either dating or not and not certainty wouldn’t be acting like that” my dad sighs

“we are uh…..uhhh…what are we?” thomas asked me

“I dont know” I sigh “all I know is he is not my boyfriend” I sigh 

“roomies with benefits..I think, maybe” thomas shrugs 

“so my daughters a harlet” my dad sighs

“Hey!” I complain “this is a most… a relationship of convince, we live together, we share a bathroom, it was gonna happen someone was going to see the other naked, we just kinda go used to it” I shrug “we are both single and horny, were not hurting anybody” I sigh “it’s better then me sleeping around dad, at least I know where he’s been” I sigh

“yeah know where” thomas sighed

“fine, so if you get knocked up I know who’s dick Im cutting off” my dad smirks

“Epp, I see where you get it from” thomas says very scared

“now darling, about our holiday” my mother begins

“Oh right, I’m not sure  can go” I tell her

“why? cant get it off work? we have had this booked for months darling” my mother sighs

“well It’s more, i dont want to leave him in the flat alone for two weeks” I sigh 

“I have to watched very closely, I suck at life in general” thomas laughs

“why not bring him with you dear? you all have a plus one for the trip” she suggests

“I will think about it” I sigh after a little more chat my parents left so I sighed shutting the door again

“that went well” thomas sighs

“yeah really well” I sigh “thanks to you both my parents will tell the family and the whole family will think I‘m fucking my room mate” I sigh

“but you are?” he shrugs

“yes but  didnt want them knowing that” I sigh “and can you PLEASE put some pants on thomas” I sigh

“why? it’s nothing you haven’t seen before” he shrugs “I’m ordering us take away” he sighs going to the kitchen

“do we ever cook?” I laugh

“nope”

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