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thyme-in-a-bubble · 3 months

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the dead ringer

buttercup, chapter three

a/n: yeah, this did happen to me in real life, although it happened on a bus so i couldn't immediately get away... ANYWAYS! enjoy this hurt/comfort heavy chapter!

summary: “I think I know something that might help a bit.”

warnings: matt murdock x baker!reader, neighbours to lovers, rape recovery, ptsd, crying, panic attacks, matt using his superpowers for the sake of hurt/comfort, boxing

word count: 2057

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Drizzling the flour into the wide bowl, like a dusty snowfall, you watched the number on the scale carefully as you neared the desired number. Though just before you hit it, Walter’s head suddenly poked in through the doorway leading behind the counter and interrupted you and Howard’s all-too-important discussion on what the day’s music choice should be.

“Hey, Y/n? There’s someone here to see you.”

Laying down the scoop still holding a bit of flour, you dragged your palms down the brown apron tied around your frame and exited the kitchen. A bright smile spread across your face and crinkled up your gaze as you spotted who was standing on the other side of the counter.

“Matt, hey–, oh my god,” you then suddenly noticed the bruising that blossomed out from under his tinted glasses and stretched up over the patched-up scrape that split his left brow, “what happened? Are you okay?”

“I’m fine, just wasn’t paying attention last night, tripped and fell, that’s all,” he waved a hand, “I just wanted to stop by on my way to work, get a round of coffees to-go for everyone and perhaps some breakfast for myself, just whatever you think I’d like.”

“You’ll let me pick?” your eyebrows rose slightly.

But Matt simply smiled and said, “I trust your judgment,” his grip shifted gently on the cane standing tall before his chest.

As you moved to make the coffees, “alright,” you drew out a pondering breath, “are you in the mood for something sweet or savoury?”

Thinking about it a second, he uttered, “savoury.”

“Do you like sandwiches?” you popped the lids on the to-go cups. When he nodded, you placed the coffees in a little cardboard tray, “okay, I think you’ll like this one,” grabbed a brown paper bag and moved further down the counter, “it’s made with focaccia and has pesto in it as well as some tomatoes and cheese and stuff.”

“That sounds amazing.”

“I also–, you know what? I’ll be right back,” you then abruptly turned and momentarily disappeared into the kitchen, grabbing a few of the pillowy buns still on the cooling rack into a bag. As you returned, you also snuck a hand into the display case and stuffed a few other goodies into the sack, “just for the others, if they want,” you placed the bundle onto the counter beside the coffees, “I just pulled them out of the oven a bit ago and they’re still warm.”

“What is it?” Matt tilted his chin.

“Uh, some raisin buns, but I also threw two croissants in there in case they didn’t like raisins...”

A soft smile warmed his bruised features as he reached into his pocket and pulled out his wallet, “what do I owe you?”

“Oh no,” your hands waved lightly before you, “it’s on the house.”

“Y/n, come on,” he cocked his head.

“Fine,” you light-heartedly sighed, “if you really wanna sing for your supper, then I’ll cash it in at a later date. I don’t know, maybe if I get arrested someday or something you could help me out.”

“You don’t have to bribe me with free baked goods for that.”

“No, but it sure doesn’t hurt, does it?” you chuckled.

“No,” he joined in as he reached for the bags, “I guess it doesn’t.”

“You want some help carrying it?” you asked, hope seeping through your tone, “I could take my break and walk with you the rest of the way.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah, we just got through the morning rush, they’ll be fine without me for–, I don’t know, 15 minutes or however long it’ll take to walk to your office and back.”

“Alright, thanks,” he smiled, one paper bag hooked in the fingers that also clutched the cane.

“I’m just gonna go grab my jacket, one second,” you said before ducking into the back to do so, letting your uncles know as you slipped out of your comfortable work clogs and into your sneakers.

You ended up dividing the load, with you carrying the coffees and the last bag in one arm, though a few protests left you at first, begging him to let you carry all of it, they melted away as his free hand enveloped yours.

When you reached his office, your arms wrapped around his frame as you hugged him long enough for your heartbeats to sync up, and just as you pulled away, his wide palms still warm on your back, you leaned in and planted a brief peck on his scruffy cheek.

One of his hands swept up to meet the side of your face as your lips retracted. You pulled back so slowly that you weren’t sure you were moving at all, being drawn in by his warmth like a moth to a flame.

His nose gently grazed against yours as he let himself linger, but just as your eyes fluttered shut in expectance that he’d kiss you, his warmth withdrew and he slowly breathed, “have a good day.”

In a matter of seconds, you had gone from giggling, glancing down at some silly joke on your phone as you walked home, to panic instantly kicking in as a passerby’s voice pierced your soul and made your blood run cold.

Glancing around, you saw a stranger standing off to the side and yapping into his phone. It wasn’t him, it wasn’t Michael, but it sounded exactly like him, so much so that the tone sent your body right back to that very night as if no time had passed at all.

Willing your body to move, forcing it to conquer the short rest of the way home, once your front door shut behind you and your quiet apartment consumed you, painful sobs began to burst out of your trembling frame. Hyperventilating, you crashed into the nearby wall of the entryway directly across from the door, incapable of getting deeper into your home.

Soon, a quiet and surprising knock found your door.

“Y/n?” the worried tone of your neighbour sounded from the other side.

Your shaky voice came out no louder than a whisper, “M-Matt?”

There might not have been any other instances you could recall where accidentally forgetting to lock your door turned out for the better, because when Matt then tried the handle, it gently complied.

Shutting it behind him, he rushed to you, “hey, hey,” he uttered softly, a hand soothingly finding your arm, “what’s going on?”

Attempting an answer, “I–, I–,” only incoherent sobs managed to seep from you.

“Okay, alright,” he sucked in a controlled breath, one of his hands sliding up to the strap of your backpack, “how about we start by getting all the way inside, huh?” gently gliding it off you and resting the bag on the floor.

You let yourself lean into him fully as he supported you on the short journey towards the couch. Wobbly taking a seat, his touch left you as he settled beside you.

Spine curving, you buried your puffy face in your trembling hands, letting the whole world drift away as small lakes were birthed within your palms from your pain.

When the sobs eventually began to subsite, growing further and farther apart, your frame slowly unfurled. Instinctively flicking your hands before your form, you tried to physically shake even a fraction of the excruciating sensation off of you, but without success.

Matt hadn’t moved an inch, simply stayed there right beside you.

When your quiet voice eventually filled space, it came out broken and overflowing with emotion, “I thought it was him… it wasn’t, b-but it sounded exactly like him… I’ve done double takes every time I saw a stranger with the same haircut or felt nauseous every time I encountered the same name, but this really did sound like him. Same voice, same accent, same everything… but it wasn’t him… it wasn’t… it just sent me right back, you know?��

Hesitantly, you grasped his hand in yours, expecting the contact to only make it worse, to somehow taint and ruin his wonderful and soothing touch, but it didn’t, he didn’t. It was Matt.

Trying to regain control of your breathing, you shakily sucked in deep breaths, feeling your gulps of air slowly become calmer and migrate from the very top of your chest, down to expand your sore stomach. Eyes only half open and utterly exhausted, you noticed that your head was now leaning against Matt’s shoulder.

Glancing hazily down at yourself, you muttered, “fuck… I still have my shoes and jacket on…”

Reaching down, he offered, “here,” before sliding your coat off, resting it on the back of the couch, and leaning down to pull your shoes off.

Curling your legs up onto the couch, the shift in your position offered you more relief than you’d expected. As you attempted to get as comfortable as you possibly could in the state you were in, you snatched up Matt’s hand once more.

Offering your palm a soothing squeeze, he asked quietly, “what do you need, huh? What can I do?”

“I–…” you thought, your brain just as drained as your body was, “I don’t know… maybe–… maybe just be here a bit?”

Exhaling lowly, he flashed you a faint smile, “of course.”

Glancing down at his fingers, sweeping across your own, you said, “hey, Matt? Could you maybe–, uh… could you give me a hug?”

Not hesitating, his strong arms engulfed your quivering frame and a fresh wave of sobs swiftly bubbled out of you as he held you tight, though your cries didn’t push him away, he stayed steadfast, embracing you close till the eruption ultimately simmered down, leaving you nearly asleep against his tear-stained shoulder.

As he gently lowered you down to lay on the couch, you tightened your grip on his shirt as he began to pull back, ushering him to sink down as well, allowing you to curl into his safe embrace and let slumber drift you away.

When you finally stirred, the sun was nowhere to be seen.

“Hey,” you blinked up at Matt still in the exact same spot as before.

“Hey,” you replied groggily, “what time is it?” swiftly fishing your phone out of your pant pocket before Matt could conjure an answer, “oh, fuck… it’s nearly midnight… did you sleep as well?”

“Not really,” he shrugged, “maybe for a little bit, but no.”

“Oh…” you breathed, averting your gaze.

“How are you feeling?” his thumb swiped your waist where his broad palm was planted.

“…I don’t know…” you exhaled, “…exhausted… sad… angry… really fucking angry… so angry that it kinda scares me…”

After a beat of silence, with only your woeful breaths filling the space, Matt then uttered, “I think I know something that might help a bit.”

Your gaze drifted from the faded paint on the walls to the worn punching bags as you and Matt sat on the edge of the central ring and his fingers worked at wrapping up your hands.

“Do you come here a lot?” you asked, your vision gliding back to him.

“From time to time,” he tilted his head slightly, “reminds me of my dad,” tucking the last end of the strip under the weave, securing it into place, he closed your hand into a fist and exhaled, “alright, you’re ready,” he adjusted your grip, briefly offering your wrist a squeeze as he said, “just remember to keep your wrist strong and your thumb right here,” he slid your finger down below your knuckles.

You hadn’t gone into it with much hope, in fact, it was only out of your desperation just feel better that you even humoured the experiment. In the beginning, it did feel as silly as you’d imagined, nearly stopped completely, but at some point in the mess of it all, your punches grew more ferocious, they grew more brutal, and suddenly something inside of you snapped and unravelled. It wasn’t some magic pill, but the physical act did loosen something within you and gave away to a fresh release of sobs, though not the painful and unbearable kind you’d had to endure earlier. It was the kind that felt like relief. Even if it wasn’t permanent, in that very moment, you didn’t feel like you were drowning anymore.

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scoonsalicious · 2 months

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Unwanted: Chapter 16, Unaccompanied - Pt. 1

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Fem!Reader

Summary: When your FWB relationship with your best friend Bucky Barnes turns into something more, you couldn’t be happier. That is, however, until a new Avenger sets her sights on your super soldier and he inadvertently breaks your heart. You take on a mission you might not be prepared for to put some distance between the two of you and open yourself up to past traumas. Too bad the only one who can help you heal is the one person you can no longer trust.

Warnings: (For this part only; see Story Masterlist for general Warnings) Language, Vomiting 🤮

Word Count: 1k

Previously On...: Jade's been trying to get into your head about Bucky, but he assured you she was just trying to cause trouble between the two of you.

A/N: We are officially half way through the story, lovelies! I'm so happy to be on this journey with all of you! NOTE! The tag list is a fickle bitch, so I'm not really going to be dealing with it anymore. If you want to be notified when I update, please enable notifications from my Blog page!

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The day you and Bucky were scheduled to leave for Moscow, you went to the dining room to say your goodbyes before boarding the Quinjet. The team was gathered around the large dining table when you walked in, plates of Thai food spread across the space.

“You ordered Thai?” you moaned. “Knowing that I’m about to spend hours in a tin can, stuck eating MREs for who knows how long, risking my life for truth, justice, and freedom, and you order Thai just as I’m leaving? I thought you were my friends! My family! Do I mean nothing to the lot of you?!”

“Relax, drama queen,” Nat said. “I’ll fix you a to-go container.”

“Thank you, Natasha,” you said. “You are a true friend.” You glared around the room at everyone else, pointing an accusing finger. “The rest of you, however… I will remember this.”

Bucky wrapped an arm around you and squeezed your shoulders. “Maybe we can make a detour in Thailand and get it straight from the source, doll,” he said with a laugh.

“I like your way of thinking, Barnes,” you said. Natasha handed you the to-go container and you did a little happy dance. “Thank you, Natty!” you squealed, opening up the container to take a sniff of the deliciousness contained within.

As soon as the scent of Khao Soi hit your nostrils, you were overcome with a wave of nausea. “Oh my God,” you groaned, shoving the container into Bucky’s arms and throwing your hands over your mouth. You sprinted toward the nearest bathroom and barely made it to the toilet before you were vomiting into the bowl.

As you heaved, you felt a cool, metal hand pull your hair away from your face and a warm flesh hand rubbing circles on your back. “You okay, doll?” Bucky asked, his voice full of concern as you heaved up the contents of your stomach.

“I think there’s something wrong with that Khao Soi,” you told him once your stomach muscles had stopped spasming. “Maybe the coconut was bad?”

Bucky grabbed a few squares of toilet paper and gently wiped at the sides of your mouth. “Gotta say, it smelled all right to me.” He placed a palm to your forehead. “You’re feeling a little warm. You sure you’re not comin’ down with something?”

“Maybe,” you said, giving it some thought. “I have been feeling really tired lately.”

“If you’re sick, you know can’t I can’t let you go on this mission,” Steve’s voice came from where he was standing in the doorway. “It’s a liability.”

This was the first time Steve had spoken to you in ages, and you couldn’t help but wonder if it had something to do with the fact that you and Bucky weren’t technically in a relationship anymore.

“I’m fine, Steve,” you said, but before you could further protest in favor of your good health, another wave of nausea overtook you and you were once again vomiting into the toilet bowl.

“It’s alright, baby,” Bucky said. “I can do the mission solo. It’s more important for you to rest and get better.”

You nodded, feeling miserable and completely drained now. “Will you help me back to my room, Buck?”

“Of course, sweets.” You flushed the toilet and Bucky helped you stand up. In an instant, he’d scooped you up, carrying you, bridal-style, back down to your room. He deposited you gently on the edge of the tub in your bathroom and poured you a cup of water.

“Here, rinse your mouth,” he said, offering you the glass, and you accepted gratefully. You swished the liquid through your mouth, rinsing away the acidic taste of bile before you spat the water out in the sink. While you were doing that, Bucky brought you a change of clothes, helping you out of your tac-suit and into one of his tee shirts and a pair of pajama pants.

“Better?” he asked as he tucked you into your bed.

You nodded, burrowing down into your scarlet comforter. Wanda had been right– it had been permanent, and it was now your favorite bedding. “Thanks, Buck,” you murmured. “I’m sorry we won’t be going on the mission together. I was really looking forward to it.”

“Me, too.” He pressed a kiss to your forehead. “But you’ve got nothing to apologize for. I just want you gettin’ better.” You smiled at him as he grabbed your hand and kissed it. “I hate leaving you like this.”

You laughed. “It’s just a stomach bug, Buck,” you said, squeezing his hand in return. “I’ll be right as rain when you get back, promise. But you better go before Steve comes banging the door down for you.”

“Is there anything I can get you before I go?” he asked, brows furrowed with worry. “I could make you some tea.”

“No,” you stifled a yawn. “But thank you. I’m wiped; I think I’m just going to take a nap. Puking is exhausting. We gonna do our calls?” you asked him. Each time one of you was away on a mission, you would call the other once a day, a kind of proof-of-life to ensure to the other you were safe. If a call wasn’t possible, you’d make sure to at least send a text, never wanting the other to worry more than necessary.

“Of course,” he said. He leaned down to kiss you, but you pulled away.

“Buck,” you whined, “I just threw up. You don’t want to kiss me right now.”

“Always wanna kiss you, Pocket,” he said, leaning in again. This time you let him, though you kept it from getting too deep. Yes, you knew you were blurring the lines of the new parameters you had set up for your relationship, but successful missions were never something to be taken for granted, so you would never pass up the opportunity for what could possibly be a last kiss.

“Alright, Barnes,” you said when the kiss broke, “get outta here before Steve comes in and drags your ass out.”

With a final wave, Bucky departed, leaving you alone to drift off, the discomfort in your stomach temporarily forgotten.

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reijeanweek · 4 months

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Whether I like it or not… The time has come!!

When I started writing ReiJean fics in January 2023, I honestly didn’t expect we’d be having a themed party on Tumblr one year later. I knew some events had been hosted on Twitter before, but I didn’t expect the ship to attract enough attention to warrant something like that again (even though it definitely deserves even more attention), but I guess it’s always better to be a positively surprised pessimist than a disappointed optimist. :))

I’m very grateful to those of you who started drawing again because of the event, to those of you who found the time to prepare something for every day, to those of you who came here from Twitter (I hope you’ll stay!), to those of you who decided to create something ReiJean-related for the first time, to those of you who found the courage to write in English even though it’s not your native language (as a non-native speaker myself, I know how hard it is to put yourself out there), to those of you who prepared translations, to those of you who decided to post in your native language, to those of you who got into ReiJean not that long ago and are excited to share the love, to each and every one of you who decided to devote some of your precious time to do something for free, for the enjoyment of others (me!) and to spread some positivity about such a tiny, but (to me) undoubtedly the most meaningful and entertaining ship the AOT fandom has to offer. Isayama did them justice, and so did you!

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I hope you had fun!!

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redley-of-many-noodles · 5 months

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Hello there,

Welcome to my blog.

I’m Redley. Relatively new to Tumblr still, but I’ve been finding that I’m comfy here. Though it still feels awkward (thanks, dysphoria), I prefer she/her pronouns. I don’t mind they/them, but… meh. Note that Redley is neither my legal or chosen name; it is solely a handle, and I will only tell you my chosen name if I feel comfortable with you. If I extend that trust, please treat it with respect. If you don’t, I will remember.

Here’s the main stuff I’m comfortable sharing or want you to know about me:

1) I’m transfem, but haven’t had an opportunity to do much actual transitioning yet. Dislike my voice, adore my hair. My luscious, glorious, flowing hair.

1.5) I am likely pansexual, but I haven’t done enough research to know for sure. All I know is, people are… well, people are hot.

2) I live in Florida, but was not raised here. The climate and scenery are nice; the local government sucks ass though. Also, I miss snow.

3) I’m a diagnosed autistic, falling somewhere on the high-functioning end of the spectrum. I’m on prescribed antidepressants, but have not been able to find a psychologist/psychiatrist yet because it’s fucking Florida.

4) There are a lot of things and people I don’t understand, but I’m always open to learning. Trying new food is a special passion of mine, and I’ve met some quite fascinating new people since starting this blog. (*eoughck* @potentially-a-poser *aucghk* @analogue-system *ahem*)

5) I will not tolerate hateful behavior. You will be immediately blocked for shit like denying any of the shades of aro/ace individuals as being part of the LGBTQIA+ community. If you see me spreading misinformation or saying something that excludes members of the community, please tell me. I’ll research the matter, as well as review any sources you send me.

5.5) okay so I think I’m demiromantic

6) I do not mind being tagged or sent asks or otherwise brought into conversations. People who abuse that will likely get blocked, but whatever your social anxiety is telling you probably comes nowhere near ‘abuse’ in my book. Anonymous asks are enabled, but that can likewise change if the feature is abused. Hate asks will be blocked, naturally.

7) I would prefer being asked before you directly message me. If you don’t, there is a possibility you’ll be blocked, but it’s not a guarantee. I don’t want me and my friends’ conversations getting buried by anything.

8) If you consistently and frequently post tiktok/reddit memes with little to no commentary, I may block you simply out of annoyance should you repeatedly show up on my dash. It’s not personal. If something about you makes me suspicious or uncomfortable, but not outright offended, I’ll most likely notify you of my reason before I block you.

9) Age: pick a number between 1 and 100 because it’s none of your fucking business. None of you are entitled to any of my personal information, regardless of the reason. I will share only what I want.

My Behaviors

There are certain things I gravitate towards or away from on this site. Here’s some:

1) I am most likely to follow people who are part of the LGBTQIA+ community, are mentally ill, or are dealing with some variety of personality disorder. This is mostly just due to the fact that I find the most common ground with those people. But even those who I have little common ground with, I’ll tend to find very interesting.

2) I don’t mind things like roleplay and hornyposting on my dash, but will almost certainly not interact myself, or make original posts in that category. More extreme examples won’t necessarily get you blocked or unfollowed, but… well, my filtered tags list may grow.

3) I don’t always tag reblogs. This may mean that my followers will see random things that caught my interest. It could be art, shitposting, tender affirmations, politics, or just goofy-ass Tumblr shit. If something I regularly reblog/post about bothers you and isn’t properly tagged, let me know.

4) I am discovering that maybe, I might, perhaps, be a little bit nosy. When I see someone receiving hate or suffering and stressed, I am likely to take it upon myself to do or say something to try to make them feel better. If I bother you with this, I will not be hurt or offended if you block me. In general, I will do my best to be respectful of it when people draw boundaries, so don’t hesitate to draw any you feel necessary.

5) If your intentions are pure, you will likely find that I try to be forgiving and/or understanding of your mistakes, at least in regards to interacting with me. (The /or is a very important distinction.)

6) I will often be attracted to dark, tragic, or dystopic works of art/fiction. I get a form of catharsis from such media, and some of my writing will reflect that.

That’s about it.

That’s all the important stuff I can think of, aside from tags which are at the end. Still, this post may be updated or rewritten in the future. In general, just be kind and open-minded, and we’ll get along fine. Even if you disagree with me, as long as you are civil and rational about things, I’ll likely have no problem interacting with you.

Be safe, and be yourself! <3

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supernaturalgirl20 · 2 years

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What’s a month?

Epilogue

Pairings: Dieter Bravo x f!reader

Warnings: Smut 18+, explicit, unprotected sex, PinV sex, oral (both receiving), angst, mutual pining, hidden feelings, mentions of drugs and drug abuse, divorce, fluff.

Summary: Dieter needs some time away from Hollywood, and the drugs, and the ex- wife. So his PR team have sent him to a remote cottage in Ireland to take a breather. You are a journalist and your boss has sent you on a wild goose chase. What happens when your both booked into the same cottage with the r man who broke your heart?

A/N: ahhh that’s it, this series is over now 🥲 thank you so much to everyone who liked and reblogged and commented, I am forever grateful for your support 🥰💜 I’m trying to wrap up all my outstanding series so bare with me 🥰

Part 6

Comments and reblogs really appreciated 🥰

‘Dieter! Dieter over here.’

Dieter stood, posing for pictures as he walked the red carpet for his latest film - his arm wrapped firmly around your waist. He smiles as he turns to whisper in your ear, “have I told you how beautiful you look tonight?”

“Only like a thousand times,” you say with a giggle as his hand squeezes your side. “Well it’s not enough, I’ll say it some more.”

‘Dieter, Y/N, look to your left.’

You both make your way up the carpet towards the reporters where Dieter has to answer some questions. You stand off to the side letting him do his thing but his eyes were never far from you.

“You two are so cute together. You look so happy.” Dieter smiles brightly at the reporter nodding his head, “yeah, I’ve never been happier. She’s the love of my life.”

“You dated before though didn’t you? What happened?” Dieter stiffens slightly, his mind going back to what he did to you but he smiles at her, “we did yeah and I was an idiot to let her go. Trust me I won’t be making that mistake again, she’s stuck with me for life now.” He finishes up and makes his way back towards you, pulling you into him. “I love you, you know that.”

“Yeah I know and I love you too. Now come on Mr Bravo, we have a movie to watch.” He twines his fingers with yours as you make your way into the screen. “Is it bad that I just want to go home and curl up on the couch with you?”

“We can still do that once the films over. Besides, we have the whole week together next week, we’ll just make the most of it.” A sly smirk plays across his face, “oh you bet we will.”

***

You’re body shook as you stared down at the small white stick in your hand. Oh god…how did this happen?

Pregnant!

You were happy, of course you were but you weren’t sure how Dieter was gonna take this. You’d both had the discussion about marriage and kids and he made it clear that he wanted those thing, just not yet. What am I going to do?

You’d made an appointment for early the next day with your doctor and had snuck out of the house without waking Dieter. Maybe the test was wrong?

It wasn’t.

“Congratulations Y/N, it looks like your about eight weeks along. Everything looks healthy so I’ll print off some pictures for you and we can arrange your next appointment.”

“Thank you.”

This is gonna be ok. You let your hand rest on the flat of your stomach and a small smile spreads across your face. “No matter what, it’s always me and you.” After making a follow up appointment and taking your pictures you made your way home, hoping to sneak back in before Dee woke up.

When you walked through the front door a squeal passes your lips as you’re greeted with a very fresh looking Dieter surrounded by suitcases.

“Eh…what’s going on?”

***

“Surprise!!!”

“Ok…where are we going?” Dieter smiles brightly at you before pulling you into a tight hug. “Now that would be telling. I promise, once we are on the plane, I’ll tell you.”

“Ok.” Dieter crashed his lips to yours before pulling back and moving around the house, double checking that you both had everything. “Ok, I think that’s everything. Let’s get going.”

Once you were both seated on the plane, Dieter couldn’t help but laugh at your excitement as you turned towards him. “So….tell me…where are we going?”

“Well I thought we could go back to where it all started…”

“No! We’re going back to Ireland, to the island?”

“Yeah. I even got us the cottage.” Dieter let’s out a puff of air as you hug him tight. A small chuckle rumbles through his chest, “so you’re happy?”

“Happy? Yes I’m happy, thank you for this Dee.”

“Anything for you baby. Now, how about you get some rest, it’s gonna be a long journey.”

***

A huge smile spreads over your face as you step off the boat and onto the dock. “Well look who it is!” You walked over to Jerry and hugged him tight. “Jerry, it’s lovely to see you again.”

“Aye lass, it’s lovely to see you too. The cottage is all sorted for ye and we’ve left a few bits up there for ye. Bit of a welcome gift. Now, come on ye two. Let’s get ye to yer home for the next week.”

Dieter seemed, off - as you both sat in the back of Jerrys truck. He wouldn’t look you in the eye and he was fidgeting with his fingers. Maybe he knows! You reach across to rest your hand on his thigh and he jumps a little. “Sorry, are you ok, Dee?”

“Yep. Fine.” He turns his gaze back out the window. Something is definitely wrong. When you arrive outside the cabin, he hops out and moves around to your side - helping you out. He twines his fingers through yours and leads you to the front door, keys in hand. “What about the…”

“Jerry has it.” He says, his gaze focused on the set of keys in his hand. He opens the door and leads you inside and when you move further into the cottage you see the low flicker of candlelight.

‘Will you marry me?’

You gasp. Your hands coming to cover your mouth and when you turn around, you find Dieter on one knee - a small black velvet box in hand.

“Y/N, baby, I’ve never been more grateful for our interfering agents, because it gave me a second chance with you. This last year has been everything to me and I love you so fucking much it hurts. I never want to be without you again, ever. Will you do me the honour of becoming my wife?”

“Yes, a thousand times yes.” He slides the ring onto your finger before standing and pulling you into a searing kiss. “I love you Dee.”

“I love you too, baby.” He moves towards the kitchen and pops a bottle of champagne, pouring it into two glasses. Handing you a glass he can see the flicker of something in your eyes. “Everything ok?”

“Dieter, I can’t…there’s something I need to tell you.” He puts both glasses back onto the counter before wrapping his arms around you. “Hey, it’s ok. You can tell me anything.”

“I don’t know how…oh god why is this so hard…Dee I’m pregnant.” His eyes grow wide and his grip tightens a little around you and you think he’s annoyed.

“Pregnant?! You’re…we’re…I’m gonna be a dad?” You nod your head, a smile threatening to form on your lips. “Yeah. Are you…are you happy? I know this isn’t what we talked about and you said….” His lips crash onto yours quietening you.

Pulling back he caresses your cheek with his thumb. “Baby, this is everything I’ve ever wanted, and so what it’s all happening a little earlier than we planned. Im so happy, so so happy.” His hand moves down your figure and rests flat across your stomach. “Our lil baby is in there. God I love you so much.”

***

Two years later….

Sitting on the sandy beach - the sun shining brightly - the sound of laughter fills your senses. Nico is asleep in your lap after having his fill of milk and Dieter is in the water splashing with Sophia. You never thought you’d have this but now that you have, you wouldn’t swap it for the world.

A husband who adores you. Two beautiful children. A cottage in Ireland where it all began as your secret hideaway. Life couldn’t be better.

The end!

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mee-the-people · 2 years

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PAC Reading #3: Timeless Energy Check

Welcome! Thank you for stopping by on my blog :) Today’s reading will be your current energy check. This reading is timeless, so even if you are stopping by 3 months or 3 years from now, you can still take the messages as they resonate. I got a new Oracle deck yesterday, so I’ll be using it for the first time now. Please just pick a number between one and three and scroll down for your message. I hope it resonates- if it does, comment, like, reblog and spread the word! If it doesn’t, I’m happy you were here and I hope you have a great rest of your day :)

Disclaimer: Still just a novice in the tarot/divination sphere! I do these readings for entertainment only. I don’t call myself a psychic or a medium so please do not see these readings as such. Additionally, please do not use these readings in place of therapy or medication as I am not a licensed therapist or medical professional.

Decks Used: Believe In Your Own Magic Oracle Deck, Sugar Skull Tarot Deck

Pile One:

Cards Pulled: Witch (Justice Is Coming), Tower (Unplug And Relax For A Spell), Phoenix, Knight of Swords, Judgment, The Sun

Hello pile one, welcome to your reading! Please interact with this post in some way if it resonates :)

I’m sure we’ve all heard of karma by this point, or at least Newton’s third law, that every action we do comes to us in twofold. According to the Witch card, whatever we do comes to us times three. You may be feeling a certain type of uneasy energy because you’ve been going through a hard time but you’ve risen from the ashes like a phoenix and are starting to rediscover yourself. The people who brought you down will get what’s coming to them- that’s how the universe operates, pile one, but perhaps you’re worried whether the people that did you harm will really get what they deserve. It’s true that a lot of times, we may see people who did us dirty have seemingly better lives than us on social media or just seem to be happy with their lives overall when you feel like you’re rotting. The more you let toxic energies stay in your head rent-free, the more energy you are spending on people that wronged you. You won’t get anywhere worrying whether or not the villains in your story will get payback. They will, pile one. Trust the universe and spend some time with the people who really matter. The Judgment card doubles this confirmation, because it reminds me of “Judgment Day,” so you’re really going through an awakening. The Judgment card is powerful, because this is a life-changing stage of your development as a human being. But, first things first, you need to forgive yourself for your past with the people that aren’t in your life anymore before you can harness the Sun energy in your life. Your dreams will come true, pile one. You just need to stop getting in your own way.

Pile Two:

Cards Pulled: Gold, Lioness, Thorns, Death, 8 of Swords, 3 of Wands

Hello pile two, welcome to your reading! Please interact with this post in some way if it resonates :)

So, with the Death card in your reading, pile two, I can sense that you’re going through a sort of rebirth, similar to pile one. You’ve said goodbye to your old self ready to usher in a new self that doesn’t need to be fixed. Maybe in the past, you’ve been dependent on somebody else, whether it was a family member or a significant other. But all of that’s about to change as you’ve realized your own self-worth which matters more than someone else’s broken image of you. If you genuinely need help, don’t be shy to reach out to people you can count on, pile two, but if this is someone who thinks you can’t fend for yourself, then they’re wrong! You’ve come a long way from the person you used to be, and with the Lioness card, it says, “you’ve earned all your stripes.” Damn, right! The road to where you are now hasn’t been easy, and I can sense that you are beating yourself up over your past mistakes because you feel a sense of fear for the road ahead. Please remember, pile two, that all of the events that have led you to where you are right now have made you into the strong, resilient fighter that you are today. And with the Thorns card, the message is to “weave together the crown that you deserve,” AKA celebrate yourself! Even if it means giving yourself a pat on the back or buying yourself a cake, (on a day that’s NOT your birthday!) please do that. And when you’re done celebrating yourself, don’t forget to celebrate the people in your life who have helped you along the way and see big things on the way for you. After all, real queens fix each other’s crowns.

***Wow, I love this reading for you, pile two! If this resonates, I just want you to know that I’m so proud of you. Much love and light :)

Pile Three:

Cards Pulled: Mural, Confidence, Protest, 6 of Swords, 2 of Swords, 7 of Wands Reversed

Hello pile three, welcome to your reading! Please interact with this post in some way if it resonates :)

So, I see with the 2 of Swords, you have to make a choice of some kind, pile three. You may be stuck in between a rock and a hard place. With the Mural card, you are advised to put yourself first no matter what you are currently dealing with. In order to help others, you must help yourself, because how will you be able to have an equal energy exchange with someone if you aren’t putting energy into yourself first? You’ll be completely depleted in that scenario. If you feel overwhelmed, delegate tasks to other people. It reminds me of the 10 of wands card in tarot, because you may be taking on more responsibility than you can handle. There’s nothing wrong with admitting that you need a break- you’re not a machine! Develop the confidence needed to know when to step back. It takes time and practice and is not a skill you develop overnight. Confidence doesn’t always have to be the loudest or most outspoken person in the room. It can also manifest itself in the person who is quietly sure of themselves. With the 6 of swords, I see you are moving on to smoother terrain in the landscape of your life. The toxicity that you’ve had to unlearn is a thing of the past even if those memories still linger in the back of your brain. That’s okay, pile three! No one is without their baggage. But, trust your intuition more because I see with the 7 of Wands reversed, people are noticing your transformation and want what you have. Gauge carefully and discern who wants to be in your life for you and who wants to be in your life for what you have. Take note of past patterns, go with your gut, and stand up for yourself. It’s the least you can do for yourself after all that you’ve been through.

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eddieslittleslutmuffin · 2 years

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✿Hi! I hope you enjoy this fic! Please remember to reblog, like, and leave a nice comment. Follow me, and maybe you’ll see more nice stuff, idk I can’t tell you what to do. But I’d appreciate it! More stuff pinned to my page! Kay bye!

Pairings: Eddie Munson x Black!oc

Warnings: not beta read, or edited.

fic type: wip

wc: 961

Besides Eddie, and his little shadows, I was the only other “weirdo” at Hawkins High. At least twice a week he tries to get me to join his circus, but I prefer to be a freak solo. I do find his peacocking quite entertaining, though he’s not fooling me. Eddie Munson has a gooey center, like most of us outcast, all the haughtiness is just a protective shield.

“Afternoon Divena, lovely day.” Eddie falls into step besides me as I weave my way through the sea of students. I wish I could roll my eyes harder, but apparently it’s not anatomically possible.

“It really isn’t a lovely day, what do you want loser.” He followed me to my locker, the cheerleaders that stood in my way chatting quickly cleared the way at the site of us.

“I’m in dire need of another player D, and it’s looking like it might be you, eh?” This is driving me insane, and I’ll admit he’s wearing me thin. However, I do not admit defeat yet.

“When?” I asked feigning interest, Eddie perks up like a puppy. A smile I didn’t know he had spreads across his lips, and brightens up his big brown eyes.

“Well tonight–

“No.” I said cutting him off, my expression blank, and my tone flat. I crossed my arms over my chest lifting an eyebrow, I would have laughed at his deflation had I not been so annoyed.

“What? No? Why no?” He whined, the hallway was starting to clear out as it’s getting close to the bell ringing. We both had a free period, so I knew there was no getting away from him.

“Because, I don’t want to join your band of wackos, it was no last week, and the last 5,000 times you asked. I’ve been trying to be nice, which is something I don’t do often. Please stop pushing me.” I growled out the last part, he didn’t look very shocked, or scared.

“Why are you so mean to me?” Eddie smirked, was he enjoying this? Has this been a game this whole time? Just to see how far he could go?

“I’m not mean, I’m impatient.” I tried to go around him, but he just sidestepped me, blocking my getaway path.

“Whoa whoa Princess, I’m not done with you, all I’m asking for is for you to run one game with us.” This time he wasn’t begging, but a genuine expression, his chocolate eyes softened.

“Give me a good, legitimate reason you keep trying to get me to join your lollipop guild.” We made our way out of the back doors of the school, out into the parking lot. We cross over into the forest where Eddie liked to do his drug deals, and skip gym class. Don’t ask me how I know all of this.

“Because I see you, Divena Jones, you’re a freak just like me, and the rest of my circus as you so called it. And I don’t know about you, but I protect my own.” I took a seat at the lone picnic table, a nice breeze blowing by lightly whipping my coils around.

Eddie tossed me a thick fudge brownie, with chocolate pockets oozing out the sides. I looked at him, then back at the fudge square he threw on the table.

“Relax, it's a virgin brownie.” Eddie rolled his eyes, I sniffed it, and shrugged my shoulders. He’s never been a malicious person so I trust it enough to eat.

“What makes you think I need protecting? I do just fine on my own.” I’ve been independent since I was 7 years old, I’m an only child, and I do everything alone. It’s never made any difference to me.

“Everyone needs someone Divena, you think no one pays attention to you, but I do. I have been a while since you transferred here in sophomore year. Maybe I should have made more effort to be upfront about my feelings. I see how the kids here don’t appreciate you for the kick ass person you are. I think you’re so fucking cool; you like going to book stores, you like listening to Metallica, and you’re so damn good in art class. I know the cheer, and the basketball team targets you sometimes. You handle it pretty well on your own so I don’t step in, but I’m alway watching just in case. Aren’t you tired of that? Fighting by yourself? Being a loner? Listen, I'm not saying you have to join Hellfire, and play DnD. Just at least let me take care of you.” Eddie begged, he made a convincing argument, and he gets points for speaking from the heart.

“God you’re such a control freak.” I rolled my eyes, stuffing the rest of the brownie in my mouth, Eddie dramatically jumped back, and nearly fell off the picnic table bench.

“Am not.” Eddie gasped sharply, a small giggle pushed past my lips. A smug look crosses his face, this asshole knows exactly what he’s doing doesn’t he?

“I’ll join your cult on one condition…I get to hijack your show tonight.” His band Corroded Coffin is supposed to be playing at some hole in the wall bar tonight. I heard some big name producers are gonna be there, what a perfect opportunity.

“I mean sure? You can get the set after us, no biggie.” Eddie shrugged his shoulders, a goofy grin on his lips.

“No, I mean I want your set. I need a band…and I happen to know the frontman of one. I’m looking at him.” The corner of my lips pulled upward as I lean forward, my folded arms resting on the swollen wood.

“Uh, absolutely not.”

“Then you can forget about me joining Hell Fire.”

a/n: i really didnt know what to do with this, I accidentally ended up mixing ideas, and i ended up derailing my own idea. so here’s an unfinished work, you may actually enjoy it, i hope you do.

#eddie munson #writing wip #stranger things #black!oc #eddie munson x black!oc

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bookwyrminspiration · 2 years

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Shattered Upside Down

A kotlc wings au: masterpost here

Chapter 29: Remember-Me-Not

word count: 6.6k

chapter summary: Confronted with a decision she isn't sure she should make, Sophie relies on her friends for help and to talk things through.

warnings: brief blood mention, some emotional conversations, that's really it!

taglist: I’ll reblog with it! let me know if you want to be added or removed!

ao3 link here or read below

Sophie hated the look on Fitz’s face as he stared at her, dumbfounded. The crease between his brows and the way his mouth had fallen open, how his hand had frozen midair as it reached for her.

After a moment, he swallowed. “You want to what?”

“Please don’t make me say it again,” she whispered, loathing curling in her chest and beating at her mind, trying to tear her to pieces.

“Sophie you can’t just drop that on me without an explanation I mean--I--you--” he cut off, sitting back and covering his face with his hands. “Sophie, we've never even done that before. Even if I said yes, we don’t know how. What even--what memories?”

Tears threatened to spill from her eyes. “I know, I know. You think I haven’t been terrified of the idea this whole time? But he’s been here in the village, he knows things about us, and even if he promised not to tell, they can steal the information from his mind. Wasn’t the whole reason we left to protect them? They’ll try to come after us, to figure out where we are, and then they’ll be up here too and that’s even worse.”

“This whole time?” Fitz asked slowly, lowering his hands. “How…how long have you been planning this?”

Her face burned as she admitted, “Since we first let him stay.”

“Livvy said you don’t have time to argue,” Marella’s voice cut in, looking up from the dragon’s she’d been tending to.

“You don’t have to do anything,” Sophie said, rushed. “I’ll figure it out. I mean, I’m the strongest telepath to ever exist, right? So I’m sure I can figure out something. I don’t--I just don’t want to risk anyone.”

“You’re out of your mind if you think I’m going to let you do this alone,” he hissed, grabbing her hand as he let his eyes fall closed, reaching out towards Elwin.

I’m so so sorry, Sophie whispered to him as her consciousness reached towards Elwin, panic urging her forward as her body counted the seconds that passed, precious time ticking past.

She thought she’d have more time.

I’m not the one you’ll need to apologize to, Fitz told her, then sighed. I’m not…mad at you. Okay, maybe I am a little bit but now really isn’t the time. I’m glad you’re back and that you’re okay, but I wish you’d told me your plan earlier. I could’ve helped. You’ve kinda backed me into a corner but…I’m going to trust you for now. Partly because we don’t have time to argue, but also because you have a point.

Thank you, was all she could think to say.

Not enough of a point to justify not telling us, but we’ll deal with that later.

I deserved that, Sophie admitted, turning her attention away from the shame Fitz’s comments sparked in her heart and towards Elwin’s mind.

It spread before her in strings and baubles of memories, bubbles of who he was all hung up and around, flashing different colors and temperatures and filling the space with every piece of who he was.

And she was here to change it.

What memories are we looking for? Fitz asked, and she started. The revolving colors and sensations and twining strings between everything had nearly made her lose focus on why she’d entered Elwin’s mind in the first place.

I don’t think I have time to be precise, she said, and Fitz caught her intention immediately.

You’re going to get rid of everything.

Yes. No. She didn’t want to. What would the ethics of telepathy have to say about a situation like this? Someone near and dear to you, who she respected and valued, had information in his head she couldn’t let reach others in case they tried to use it against them.

She’d given up too much to let them undo it all by finding them now.

Not everything, she decided. No, she wouldn’t get rid of everything. She may not have the time to be picky and go through all his memories of his time here to decide what was risky to keep, but there was something else she could do for him.

Oh, Fitz said, seeing the idea form in her mind. Okay, we have to be quick though.

Sophie gave the mental equivalent of a nod and got to work, scanning through all the baubles and strings composing his mind for the recent weeks, running her consciousness through them like trailing her fingers through a curtain of beads.

Memories flashed through her mind, snippets of open sky and stars, breaths of fresh air and glimpses of faces she’d come to love. Biana lying unconscious in a bed as Elwin snapped colors of light around her, Linh playing with water absentmindedly as she walked past, Dex’s face appearing through a window lit up in the dead of night, fingers fumbling with wires.

Mixing poultices and grinding herbs, Sophie saw her own ruined skin through his eyes, the assessment of depth of injury and the percentage of her body affected, treatments running through his mind and he pieced together a plan.

Rumbling through the ground as he adjusted his spectacles, emerging into the sunlight he’d come to revere even more after living underground for so many months. And then something bright and yellow was bounding towards him and his heart hammered in his chest as it slammed against him--but didn’t hurt him.

All ten of them gathered together, his eyes tracing the shape of their wings as he marveled. How much they’d changed since they’d been laying in the Healing Bubble, recovering from their attack on the facility. He’d said he’d find a way to fix whatever was wrong, to get them back to their old selves.

Now he was glad he hadn’t.

People changed, and sometimes it was for the better. Whatever being up here had done to them, whatever the wings had changed in them, they were better this way. Even if it scared him out of his mind to see how open they were, how alone. But they had each other, and he was here to keep them as healthy as he could. And he would.

No matter that back Underground, as he’d snuck around that day Sophie had picked him up, he’d been caught. Stealth wasn’t a strength of his, and as he’d tried to slip away, Juline had found him as she wandered the halls, hair frazzled and falling about her face as she braced her hands on the back of her neck like she was trying to hold herself together.

Please, she’d whispered, pressing a tracker into his hands. We can bring them back.

He’d said nothing as she shifted away, a message lighting up her imparter that had her cursing and turning back towards the direction she’d come before hurrying away. She glanced back at him, and he couldn’t stand the look on her face. Like he was a lifeline.

He’d seen it enough in his career.

And as he hurried away, towards the dusty old tunnels with fresh footprints left by ten kids running from something, he knew exactly what would happen if he held onto that tracker.

He’d arrive wherever the kids were, and he’d give them away just by being there. Everyone underground, the Council and the Black Swan and all their parents, would rally a force. They’d tried talking to them and Sophie had been so uncooperative, so they had to change tactics.

Maybe they’d drug them, drop a gas before they could think to hold their breath.

However they got them back, it would be against the kids’ will. And it would drive them even further away. They couldn’t address the problem without going to the root of it, and dragging them back wouldn’t solve the reason they wanted to leave in the first place.

So Elwin dropped the tracker on the ground before the ladder, whispering an apology to Juline as he climbed.

And as he watched the kids sitting in a circle together, comfortable with each other, cunning and bright and oh so caring, he didn’t regret it one bit. He just wished their parents could see the people they’d become, the people he was so proud to watch flourish and save the world.

Sophie’s breath caught in her chest as her fingers slipped from the threads of memories. They didn’t deserve Elwin, the world didn’t. His kindness, his faith in them…she could feel her chest caving in from the weight of the love he so generously offered them.

Carefully, she plucked the memory from his mind and held it close to her chest, refusing to let it go. And she did so again and again, little flashes of joy between all of them. Elwin making a joke that earned a smile from Tam, the quiet pride on Linh’s face as she played with the streams of water cascading towards the stream below, Fitz and Keefe arguing about something meaningless that had them both barely holding back laughter, Wylie and Maruca sharing a clementine on the roof, offering him a piece as he walked past.

By the time she was done she held a small bouquet of memories in her hands, meeting Fitz who held the same. They didn’t have time to search everything, but they could give him this. Little moments to remember them by.

Are you sure about this? Fitz asked her one last time, extending his consciousness to merge with hers.

No, she admitted. It’s even harder than I thought it would be. I don’t know what I’m doing anymore. I thought…I thought it would be safest for us if we erased his memories. But seeing all of them…

He’d been nothing but kind, and this was how she was repaying him?

I think…I think you’re right, Sophie. Fitz said slowly. But not to protect us, but to protect him. Our parents, the Black Swan, we can trust them to do the right thing. But what about the Council?

Sophie’s heart dropped. The Council wanted them back, too. What lengths would they be willing to go to in order to find them, in order to learn something?

We can’t give them a reason to question him, she said. The ten of them didn’t need that kind of protection, so far out in the middle of nowhere with no way to access them unless they permitted it--a situation they’d lucked into by chance.

But one person, the only person who had contact with ten wanted runaways? Injured?

Sophie’s resolve hardened once more. Her original reasoning might not have stood, but Fitz’s remarks had calmed her panic.

Elwin’s memories made him too important, put him in danger.

Okay, let’s do this, she said, determination washing out all doubt. She’d made up her mind. Now all she had to do was carry out the task.

…how, though? Fitz asked, but she shushed him.

Confidence. How hard can getting rid of memories be?

Sophie held the threads she separated tight in her grasp, and Fitz did the same, curling them in close and pooling them together behind the protective embraces of their minds, a fortress nothing could penetrate.

Let’s find out, Fitz said, and if they were in the physical world she bet a grimace would’ve accompanied the solemn statement.

Sophie let her consciousness flood out from her own mind, spreading and expanding further and further into Elwin’s. Not just feeling one memory at a time, but all of them; she didn’t look at what they contained, didn’t want to violate his privacy any further.

She let her reach extend all the way back to that one day, that one moment. When she’d climbed down from the trees and taken him away, her mind touching every single moment since then

and

she

pushed

them

down.

Every moment a thread, every thread in the hands of her mind, her mind descending down down down into the depths of his consciousness, the baubles becoming more and more infrequent, older and unpolished, forgotten.

She let herself fall even further, an infinity in her mind she’d find the end too.

Fitz’s mind held onto her as she dropped, a thread of light between the two of them in the darkness of such a bright mind.

Light turned to shadows turned to thunderclouds turned to rain, washing up in a dry flood to meet her and hold her close, a place nothing came back from.

Not unless it was asked to.

It was there she set the memories, every single moment they’d had with him since he’d arrived, all tucked into the dark. A part of his mind no one would dare look through, as vast and endless and devouring as it was.

But she’d know her way back.

She could find this place when the time was right, and give everything back.

It was the only thought that kept the guilt at bay as Fitz pulled her back, reeled her out of the shroud of forgotten and abandoned memories.

She said nothing as the two of them released their hold on the memories they’d kept safe from Sophie’s sweep of loving destruction, watching the threads and baubles bounce back and flicker, trying to find their place within the nothing she’d created out of all those days.

He wouldn’t know what surrounded those moments, but he’d have them. One last memento of their affection.

Exhaling as they trembled, the two of them retreated, drawing their minds away from Elwin’s as they became more and more aware of the sun on their backs, of the smell of blood soaked wood, of a gentle breeze passing through an otherwise perfect day.

Elwin’s wounds had begun to seep again, soaking through the bandages her friends had laid over him. They’d used all the time they could spare.

“Did you…?” Linh’s voice asked from the corner, smaller than usual.

“Yeah,” Fitz breathed, then turned to Sophie. “What else do you need?”

She shook her head, trying to maneuver Elwin’s body as gently as possible as she slid her arms beneath him, channeling extra energy into her limbs so she could hold him tight.

“This next part is all me. But,” she added, chewing at her lip as she hurried to the door, “can you…can we talk later? About…just, can we talk?”

He nodded, and Sophie turned away, picking up speed as she held Elwin close, hating hating hating how much this felt like the end to the Battle of Loamnore, her friends picking up the pieces behind her as she raced off into the distance with Keefe held close.

Keefe had never been the same afterwards.

Would Elwin be?

She shoved the thoughts away as her feet pounded against wood beneath her feet, racing over bridges and just moving moving moving as fast as she could until she could taste the crackling numbness of the void in her mouth, could feel it singing through her veins and arteries as she split open the sky and disappeared into it.

She just hoped she’d done the right thing.

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Sophie hardly noticed the press of earth above her head as she rocked back and forth on her feet, unable to tear her eyes away from Elwin’s pallid face. She didn’t want to look. She had to. She’d played a part in this.

Livvy’s colored candles burned bright in her hands as she worked, making poultices and balms and creams and elixirs and mists and working magic Sophie couldn’t understand.

“You’re not helping him, torturing yourself like this,” Livvy said gently, not even looking at her.

“I’m not--I wasn’t--”

“Yes, you are,” she repeated, taking a moment to look over at her with a soft expression she didn’t know how to translate. “Whatever happened, you’re blaming yourself. Too much. However responsible you are, it’s not as much as you’re giving yourself. And enduring this isn’t going to make him get better any faster, it’s just going to make you feel worse. So how about you do something else with your time while I finish saving his life?”

“So he’ll be okay?”

Livvy gave her an exasperated but fond smile. “Yes, Sophie. You don’t need to keep asking. You really don’t need to be here; I already patched up your hand, and if I didn’t know better I’d think you were inflicting your anxiety on the whole room with the negative energy I feel coming from you.”

Sophie frowned. “I’m not doing anything; I’m just…worried. It was stupid to bring him to the surface in the first place,” she said, curling her fingers into fists in her clothes as she focused the frustration and despair into the knot under her ribs.

Well, what used to be a knot. She’d used it up.

The thought sobered her and she glanced down. Her fingers were fists in red, red fabric and red clothes turning her skin red because she hadn’t changed.

Accident, the monsters had been an accident. Phoenix’s voice echoed in her head as Sophie sank to the floor, pushing her fingers into her hair as she stared numbly at nothing. So much had happened so quickly.

That’s how it always happened, calm lasting too long and then a whirlwind of chaos all stuffed into a single day that she then had to accommodate, to get used to and be okay with before everything came crashing down again.

“It wasn’t you,” Livvy assured her. “Elwin was determined to find you no matter what. He would’ve scoured the surface alone if you hadn’t spared him the effort. You just showed him you trusted him enough to let him help. I hope you’ll trust me like that one day.”

“I do trust you,” Sophie assured her, momentarily spared from her funk by the need to comfort another.

Livvy raised a brow. “Enough to listen to a piece of advice?”

“...maybe.” She resisted the urge to pull at her lashes as she dropped her hands, sitting on them so she couldn’t pull. “Okay, yes,” she said, trying not to be nervous at whatever advice Livvy would give her.

“Talk to your parents. They’re worried out of their minds and at their wits ends. They trust you, you know. But how are they supposed to be your parents when you refuse to work with them, to even answer a message? We may not be able to track your imparter because of Dex’s technopath tricks, but we know you have it. I’ve stalled telling anyone you were here as much as I can, but that’s because you’re incredibly stubborn and uncooperative when you want to be and there are more important things right now. But they want to be on the same side, Sophie. We all do. Whatever drove you away…we can’t fix it if you don’t talk to us.”

Sophie curled her knees into her chest, looking down at her fingers as she picked at her nails, heart hammering as warmth spread through her face.

Finally, after an eternity, so long that Livvy turned back towards Elwin, she whispered. “I know.”

“Do you?”

Sophie nodded. “Yeah, I know. I’ve always known. It’s just when we first…left. We were scared, and we didn’t want to put you guys in danger. So we stopped--well, I stopped and everyone copied me--responding to hails and messages. And then we kept ignoring them and then you stopped sending them and,” Sophie trailed off, swallowing hard. “It was easier. To just keep ignoring it and pretend it wasn’t there, even as it got worse. And I don’t know how to fix it.”

Livvy’s heartbeat filled Sophie’s ears, then a soft exhale as she came to squat next to Sophie, understanding shining in her eyes along with the sparkle of jewels in her hair.

“It’s never going to get easier, Sophie. You can keep ignoring us and we can’t stop you, but there’s never going to be a better time than now, okay? So make up your mind so you can get out of this funk and back to saving the world like we all know you will.”

Sophie met her eyes for once. “Thanks. I um…I guess I need to make a call soon. But there are other things I really should deal with first, probably.”

“You’ve got this, Moonlark.”

“I do.” She couldn’t tell if it was a statement or a question.

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Quiet air met her as Sophie walked slowly through the village, having teleported to the outskirts so she could clear her mind before taking the next step.

Whatever drove you away, Livvy had said, and she couldn’t stop thinking about it, running the words through her mouth and over her tongue.

What’d driven them away? They’d thought they were losing their minds, becoming monsters in their own bodies, infected. They hadn’t wanted to unleash that on the Underground, on their families. All the people they cared about in one space, it was asking for tragedy. And the press of the earth above…they hadn’t recognized it at the time, but it’d made it worse. She could still feel the effects of it lingering as she shuddered in the fading light.

She needed the sky, needed it to be there and to hold her and to blow through her skin and keep her alive. Open air had become her muse, her comfort.

But her family comforted her, too.

And she’d cut off a part of it.

They’d left to protect them, to protect themselves. Because if they were going down, they weren’t going to take them down too if they could help it.

But now…they didn’t need to protect their families from them. It’d been weeks, and they were still, at their core, them.

Marella and Linh had their dragons, Wylie his sense of change, Keefe his readings of the things around him, and who knew what else in their little group. But that hadn’t changed who they were.

Sophie was still stubborn and hasty, Tam still judgemental yet endearing, Maruca still headstrong and fierce.

And their new quirks, those were just as central.

How could she hate the wings that allowed her to fly so freely with Silveny, with Keefe? The strength that let her save creatures stuck in vines and hold her friends close? The buzz of her wings every time she got excited? The vastness of her mind that allowed her to know the monsters of this world so dearly, so tenderly?

How could she hate Maruca’s fierce protection that saved their lives time and time again? How could she hate Biana’s knack for bravado and confidence, her way of navigating the world so unique and so new? Dex’s defiance and refusal to take no for an answer, traversing the night so softly as to not wake the rest of them up?

She couldn't, she couldn’t hate any of it. She couldn’t hate what made her family into themselves, as unexpected as this new world was.

There was no monstrous part of herself she did not love, for it was all her.

Their fears were founded at the time, but now? Sophie knew if she went back, there’d be no monster in her mind tearing her parents to shreds like she’d imagined in her nightmares.

So why hadn’t she gone back? Why hadn’t she talked to them?

Why did Livvy’s words strike such a nerve?

Sophie ran her newly healed fingers over the coarse bark of the tree the bridges wrapped around, letting herself fall into the question even if she didn’t have an answer. Instead it was…an exploration. Letting herself acknowledge that some part of her, a part of her she didn’t understand yet, reacted to some part of the kindness. She didn’t need to figure it out immediately, but allowing herself to question her reaction, to try to understand it, it eased the burden enough that she could feel the bark on her skin again, that she could see the colors of the sunset, feel the breeze.

Her thoughts didn’t send her spiraling, didn’t have her clutching her chest and digging nails into skin, didn’t urge her to take flight and try and solve all her problems on her own.

Instead, she dropped her hand down from the tree, brushed off the little pieces that stuck to her fingertips, and took a breath.

Sophie let her mind reach out subconsciously, following the faint pull towards the familiarity of minds she’d come to know so well.

Her feet followed the tug, silently and effortlessly tracking her friends, their scattered mental energy little lights as she sought out the one she was looking for. Creaking under her weight, she crossed the bridges, the light breeze from before flowing right into the open back of her clothes, still red red red.

It seemed like a lifetime ago she’d been intent on rebelling against it, that she’d thought the red she’d have to endure and reclaim would be her stand, the hill she’d die on.

She didn’t want anyone to die.

She didn’t want anyone to be unaware of how much they meant to her, how much she valued them and appreciated them.

Sophie reached the door of Fitz’s house, pushing the door open without knocking as her eyes searched for the presence her mind could already feel.

She found him off to the right, sitting on top of the table with a bottle of moonlight on the table before him as the only light, wings set loosely from his shoulders as the feathers draped down his back, brushing the floor.

He didn’t acknowledge her as the door closed behind her, staring out the window with a vacant expression, as though he were somewhere else, somewhere she couldn’t see.

Sophie watched him for a moment more in the silence before moving forward, sinking into one of the chairs next to the table and letting her head fall into her arms the way kids sleeping in her human schools always did when they’d stayed up too late.

Everything happened so fast all the time, she didn’t know what to do with herself.

She tensed for a moment as something brushed the top of her head, but relaxed again as she realized Fitz was just playing with her hair, running his fingers through the strands as they sat in silence. A few bits of dust fell to the table as he did so, reminders of the vent she’d crawled through to get back here.

His fingertips against her scalp had her heartbeat slowing, her body sinking further and further into the chair as they breathed, the two of them accomplices in some tragedy they’d spun but couldn’t see the end of quite yet.

“Is he…is he okay?” Fitz finally asked, quiet voice breaking the silence.

Sophie tried to nod, but it didn’t work very well given her head was still buried in her arms. “Livvy said he would be,” was the only answer she had to that question.

He was going to be okay. She wouldn’t let herself think anything otherwise. He’d be okay and he’d heal and be back to his old self.

Just missing some memories, if they’d done it right. But a part of her she didn’t understand knew they had, some sense deep in her bones telling her she’d done exactly what she’d meant to accomplish.

They lapsed into silence again for a few moments, Fitz still playing with her hair before he asked, taking a deep breath before doing so, “I wish you would’ve told me you wanted to erase his memories.”

Sophie’s fingers tensed into fists, but not out of anger, but rather because she had nothing else to do; she didn’t want his gentle hands to stop.

“I’m really really sorry,” she said, finally lifting her head a little, so she could prop her chin on her arms instead. Her feet dangled an inch from the floor and she swung them back and forth a little, pointing her toes so they’d scuff against the wood.

He nodded, resting his head on his fist. “I thought so. Can I…can I ask you a question?”

She was tempted to tell him he just had, but refrained. Now wasn’t the time, not with the somber exhaustion blanketing the coming of night.

“Do you hate what we did just as much as I do?”

The question stilled her heart for a moment, and she took a moment to look at his face before answering. His brows were all scrunched up and he was chewing on his lip so hard she thought he’d bleed, eyes darting back and forth across her face as though searching for an answer, searching for relief, begging for a reprieve in the hell they’d dug themselves into. His eyes were glassy as he blinked, and she could read exactly what they held as clearly as if she’d manifested as an empath.

Guilt.

“Hey,” Sophie said, surging up from her seat with a sudden spike of anxiety, boosting herself onto the table with Fitz and situating herself so they were facing each other, knees pressed together. “This is…please don’t blame yourself for this. I’m sorry. I’m so so sorry. I shouldn’t have involved you at all it was a stupid thing to ask since we hadn’t talked about it and it was all me because I don’t know what I’m doing and I’m really just guessing here so please, please don’t feel guilty. Please don’t let yourself break because of me.”

The words were spilling from her mouth as tears spilled from her eyes, searching Fitz’s face over and over and over again like it held the secrets of the universe, the way his eyelashes brushed against his skin and the curve of his lip pulled taught as he bit at it, the way his hair fell into his face, every little piece of him she could absorb.

“Well now you’re feeling guilty too,” Fitz said, laughing weakly as he swiped at his eyes. “This doesn’t solve anything! We’re supposed to help each other feel better, not make each other worse.”

Sophie smiled back slightly, trying to keep her breathing calm. “Why limit ourselves like that? Why not…why not do both?”

Fitz rubbed his hands over his face as his smile widened. “Because then I’m going to feel guilty for making you feel guilty, and then you’ll feel guilty about that, and it’s not going to solve anything! We’ll be the death of each other.”

Sophie dropped her eyes, looking anywhere but Fitz as she quietly said, “Then let’s keep each other alive instead. I meant it, you know. I really am sorry. I don’t…I guess I just didn’t want to do it alone.”

“I’m glad I was there, Sophie,” he said, a gravity to his voice that made her feel like the world had dropped away, that there was nothing more important than this conversation, than the two of them here right now. His wings shifted slightly behind him as he fidgeted. “I…it wasn’t fun, but I’d rather I be there than you do that alone.”

Her eyes burned and the room went a little blurry, but she didn’t reach up to wipe the tears away. “I…if I’m being honest, I hadn’t meant to involve you at all.” He looked up at her, watery eyes meeting her own, but saying nothing as she continued. “When I first…when I first had the idea, it was for a different reason. And I wasn’t going to tell anyone. You know how we--not just us, but everyone--kind of fell apart after we left? I didn’t want to involve anyone else because I was ashamed that I even had the idea, that I’d made that decision. So I didn’t tell anyone and I was going to do it alone to protect all of us. To protect us from anyone who might come looking for us, or who might…not like what we are now.

“But then…so many other things that I tried to do alone weren’t working and kept hurting everyone. I still haven’t fully fixed things with Marella, and that’s something I have to live with. For so many years I always said I didn’t do things without friends and I can’t believe I let myself forget that. When I remembered, I tried to start reconnecting with everyone, so we wouldn’t be so distant anymore, and Elwin’s memories…it seemed like it’d be something so far away I never thought to mention it. But then I got back today and…and suddenly it was right in front of me and I dragged you down with me because I didn’t want to do it alone. It’s kinda selfish of me but…you make me a better person.”

Sophie stopped talking then, face flushing. That was more than she’d ever meant to say, but it was true. She didn’t want to deal with any of this alone.

“I trust you, Sophie,” Fitz said finally, though he didn’t look at her. “And I’m a better person because of you. I understand why you didn’t tell me, but if we’re going to be…putting this family back together, I think I’m going to need a heads-up. So we can talk about things like this when we’re not panicking.”

Sophie was tempted to tell him that she was always panicking, but that wasn’t true. Sometimes she was crying instead, like right now.

“Okay. Yeah, I can do that. Communication. I really am sorry, Fitz.” Sophie took a breath. Apologies were supposed to be specific. You had to let the other person know that you knew what you did wrong, tell them what you were going to change otherwise what did it matter. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you what I was going to do and asked you to help me do something uncomfortable without considering your feelings about it. I’ll do my best to be upfront in the future and respect your boundaries.” She exhaled. There. Now she’d said it, and whatever the consequences she’d at least know that she’d apologized, that she’d gotten it out there and communicated her side.

He nodded, and a small smile graced his lips as he sighed, sitting up straighter to look at her. “Thank you and…I forgive you. We’ve all done things we regret, but thank you for the apology.” He shifted a little, and suddenly looked so very tired. Like he could use a good hug.

Sophie’s shoulders relaxed with the acceptance. There was something she’d gotten right today.

Silently, she opened her arms in an offer, and Fitz readily accepted. His arms wrapped around her, shifting so he could hold her close, squeezing tight like he was trying to keep her together. His fingers fisted in her shirt as he started to shake.

Fitz shook himself off then, looking horrified for a moment that had her blood pounding. “Forget about all that--are you okay? Elwin distracted us all from--you were--where did--are you okay? What happened? You were--you were there and then you were gone. We were going to come get you and then…then Wylie left and everything happened so fast. Are you okay?”

Sophie blinked, then glanced down. Red. She was still wearing red, and it must’ve reminded him. The clothes were comfortable enough she could forget about them, and she hated that. She didn’t want to forget the horrors she saw in that facility, that place.

Nor the small bright spot among them all. Phoenix. Her promise to her echoed in Sophie’s ears: I’ll come back for you.

Phoenix didn’t belong in a place like that, and the way she’d clung to Sophie’s hand and asked her how she got away from Murad…it’d made her want to steal her away right then and there. Amy might be on the other side of the world, but Sophie’d never stopped being a big sister.

“I’m sorry, that was too many questions, wasn’t it. And we don’t have to talk about this if you don’t want to,” Fitz said, and Sophie realized she’d forgotten to respond, had gotten lost in the day playing on repeat. “We’ve both had hard days and--”

Sophie cut him off by holding up a finger. “It’s okay. And I’m okay. Just…shaken. So much happened and now all I want is to face plant in bed.”

“A bed would be a lot more comfortable than a table.”

“Yeah why are we sitting on the table?”

“I…um…I don’t know.”

A smile curled her lips as she shook her head, bumping her knee against Fitz’s in mock annoyance. “Everyone’s going to have questions for me, so how about I tell that story tomorrow when we’re all in the same place and not tired.”

He nodded with more encouragement than was necessary. “Of course, yeah, I don’t want to make it harder for you. That’ll be a long conversation and you really should rest.”

Sophie smiled at him slightly, exhaustion creeping along her bones as she thought of how nice it would be to no longer be awake, to take a shower, to get out of their clothes. Not necessarily in that order but as long as it got done she wouldn’t complain.

“Goodnight, then,” she said, turning away as she slipped off the table, wings fluttering behind her as they stirred up a gentle breeze. Fitz’s ruffled in response.

“Goodnight, then,” he repeated to her as she made her way to the door. “I love you.”

Sophie paused then, looking over her shoulder. “I love you, too.”

Then she slipped out the door, shutting it softly behind her.

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Gentle darkness mixed with moonlight shrouded Sophie’s room as she changed, tossing the red red red fabric into a corner. She never wanted to associate herself with them ever again.

As she slipped into a light blue loose tunic, a noise gave her pause.

BRRR.

Turning slowly, she faced the broken window and the glitching creature now lounging on the windowsill, licking its paw.

“You always show up at the weirdest times, you know,” Sophie told it, readjusting the sleeves so they draped more comfortably where they ended in the middle of her forearm.

It didn’t respond, but it did stand up, evaluating the terrain before hopping through the jagged edges of the glass to land neatly on the floor, shaking itself off as it made its way to the edge of her bed, assessing it before jumping on top.

The movements were so cat-like for a moment Sophie’s chest seized, mind filling with images of a certain grey cat who’d always slept on her pillow back before her life had become so wonderful and disastrous.

“If you’re here to lead me out to follow someone again I humbly ask you save it for tomorrow because I am more tired than I’ve ever been in my life and do not want to deal with that right now,” Sophie told it as she climbed onto the bed with it, collapsing onto her side with her head right next to Echo’s, facing it as it lounged on her things.

After a moment, Sophie made a sound. “Okay, fine. Thank you for your…help today. If you hadn’t given me the leaping crystal…” she trailed off, mouth curling into a frown as her tired mind struggled to keep up with something it was putting together.

The leaping crystal.

She’d found it here, in the village. And it had led to here, too. But this was a gnomish village, and gnomes didn’t use leaping crystals.

Elves did.

And it wasn’t a normal leaping crystal.

It’d…absorbed her blood, and that’s what’d made it work.

Blood is proof you’re alive.

That’s what Fintan’s note had said. Did he know something?

They’d said enough concerning things about the place, like there was some connection she was missing between the two.

Suddenly, her first meeting with Fintan came back to her.

I've always wanted to find the place, see what happened.

She’d thought that meant he’d love to find the village, to see what they’d done to try and survive, to witness the devastation.

But if he knew how the crystal worked, a kind of crystal she’d never seen before, and if that crystal led to the village…

Had Fintan been here before?

#kotlc wings au #shattered upside down #quil's quill #kotlc fic #i swear I didn't forget it was wings au day I was simply doing homework instead #which I am now neglecting to do in order to post this :)#rip that test due at 10pm tonight I have more important things to do #but also here you go please enjoy

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spideyhexx · 3 years

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brat; L. L.

pairing; president!loki x female reader

a/n: self indulgent fic :) cause we deserve more of this loki

masterlist part two!!! part three!!!

reblogs/comments/feedback is appreciated!

summary; you attempt to trust loki but that never works out and he has an idea for a going away present.

NSFW 18+ MINORS DNI PLEASE!!!

WARNINGS; mean!loki. name calling (slut...little one...whore...bitch). oral (male receiving). thigh riding. dirty talk. sort of loki episode five spoilers.

word count: 1.4k

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You should’ve known. Loki is never true to his word, but you hoped just maybe he would be different this time.

The Void put you in a constant state of trying to survive and although you were doing just fine on your own, but Loki, with his fitted suit and “vote loki” pin refusing to leave his suit jacket pushed his way into your life.

He’s tricked you countless times already and for some reason you keep trusting him.

Maybe it’s his smooth voice or his enchanting eyes. Or maybe you were just desperate to have more supplies.

This time he promised he would provide you with supplies on your trek to find a new place to take shelter. His sweet ‘of course I’ll help you little one’ led you to believe he’d follow through.

Now, you stand in his “lair” that he took from Kid Loki and he is nowhere to be seen.

A desolate quietness surrounds the room. You stay there, getting more impatient by the minute.

Just as you decide to leave, you hear the hatch opening and Loki climbs down the ladder. He spots you and his smirk deepens.

“Oh, love! You actually came,” he sneers and walks right past you. Loki settles into the throne in the center of the room and spreads his legs leisurely.

You try not to look at how good his thighs look in his pants, but you can’t help it and your eyes quickly look at them, then away. He chuckles, clearly noticing and rests his hand on his thigh.

“Of course I came, you promised me supplies? I was waiting here forever,” you exaggerate and he scoffs.

“Come on, you truly think I care about your little adventure? Enough to give you stuff I earned?”

You’re at a loss for words. You try to say something but he waves you off. The anger he’s igniting in you is only increasing as he keeps that stupid, sexy smirk on his face.

“I will miss you though, little one. Never get tired of messing with you,” he says, winking at you.

“Won’t miss you at all. You’re an asshole, Loki.” He raises an eyebrow at your words.

“I may be a jerk, sweetheart but you love it.”

His voice drops in a growl as he says it. You shift on your feet.

“Fuck you,” you snapped, trying to stand your own ground against him. You wanted to see his face drop and it does, then he smiles.

“That’s not a no.” You huff and he dramatically pouts.

“You’re so annoyed aren’t you? Asshole Loki makes you heated. So much in fact, you could’ve left by now...yet you’re still here. Pathetic...isn’t it?”

He doesn’t hide it when he looks you up and down. He leans further back into the throne and spreads his legs wider, which only adds more sparks to the ever growing fire instead of you.

“How about we have some goodbye fun, love? Your only chance.”

Loki moves his hand to the bulge in his pants, lightly pressing against it. He sighs, then while keeping his eyes on yours, slowly unzips his pants.

Your body moves without another question. You stride over to him and he reaches up to push you down to your knees.

“Take care of it,” he says and points to his crotch, widening his legs for you to settle between them.

You attempt to pull his pants down but Loki grabs your wrist. He holds it tightly as he takes his cock out, leaving the pants still on. He lets go of your wrist and looks at you expectantly.

“Well? Are you going to suck on it?”

You are, but you’re taken aback, both by his size and how good he looks staring down at you.

Loki scoffs and grabs your jaw, sticking his thumb into your mouth.

You suck on it and he groans.

“See? You can suck on my thumb, so I think you can suck on my cock. Or is that too hard for you?”

He taunts and removes his thumb from your mouth, smearing your saliva against his cock. You lean forward and wrap your lips around the tip. He grunts and you smile.

“Don’t get cocky, little one. I can ruin that smile in two seconds,” he growls, watching as you take more of him in your mouth. You can’t help but moan around him as you bob your head up and down, your underwear already soaked from sucking him off.

“This is turning you on a lot, isn’t it? Fucking whore, aren’t you? Getting horny over my cock in your mouth?”

His voice is gravelly and spurs on your moaning. He bucks his hips up, practically fucking into your mouth.

“Take all of it bitch.” You moan at his harsh words and he laughs breathily.

“You like being called a bitch too? Hell, I should’ve fucked your face sooner.”

His movements quicken, tears threatening to spill from your eyes until you need to pull away for a breath and he surprisingly lets you. Loki waits only a few moments before pulling your head back to his cock.

You choose to instead kiss down the length of him and then attach your lips to his balls, sucking, kissing, licking whatever you could do to hear him spew filth at you.

“I’m gonna cum, put me back in your mouth little one.”

You don’t listen, but suck harder at the base of his cock, using your hand to jerk off the rest.

“Did you hear me, little one?”

Loki is about to say something else but he groans instead, not being able to stop himself from cumming. It lands on his shirt and a bit on his pants. He growls and pulls your head back from his cock.

“Fucking whore you are. Look at this mess?”

You feel a little proud, making him more pissed off as a last hoorah. You stand, shrugging his hand away and wiping your lips.

“You deserve it,” you quip. Loki reaches out, grabbing your waist and pulling you back to him.

“Do I? If I deserve a mess then maybe you should contribute to it.”

He yanks your pants down along with your underwear, then pulls you into his lap.

Loki sits you directly on one of his thighs and you can feel some of his cum on your own thigh.

“Rub against me, little one. Make a fucking mess,” he orders.

You hold onto his shoulders, so broad, so strong against the fabric of his jacket as you slowly start to grind on him. He smirks and looks down, watching as your cunt rubs his thigh.

“My leg’s already wet from you. Desperate...horny...soaked...little whore.”

You moan his name and he laughs.

“Please,” you mumble, moving faster, tilting your head back to focus more on the pleasure.

“Please what? Oh dear, do you want to cum?” His voice is teasing and you look back at him just as he dips his fingers down to rub at your clit.

“Holy….fuck yes. Want your cock too,” you stammer out, trying to press yourself against his fingers.

He takes them away and you whine. Loki sucks his fingers into his mouth and hums.

“Too bad, little one. You’re not cumming yet. I don’t think you really deserve it after being a pathetic brat. Just keep humping me like a cock hungry whore. Not allowed to stop.”

You whine at him again and he leans back, keeping his hands off of you.

The urge to finish was lurking and threatening to occur and you try to hold it back but it seems useless.

“Please, Loki. I need it, please I need it.” He sighs and moves closer to his, his lips lingering on yours.

He smirks, “I don’t fucking care.”

Those words should not do something to you, but they do and you can’t stop your release from exploding through you.

It’s stronger than anything you’ve ever felt, your mind numbing as you ride out your high.

You can’t enjoy it for too long though because Loki pushes you off of him and you fall onto the floor. He looks down at your release soaking his thigh.

“You didn’t listen, again. What was I saying before? Oh! Pitiful little brat, you are. So much of a slut that you can’t hold yourself back, hm? Can’t listen?”

He stands up and begins to walk to the ladder.

“W-Where are you going?” You ask him and he reluctantly turns back.

“Sweetheart, you don’t deserve more of my cock. Go fuck off on your adventure. Learn to behave like a good whore. Maybe if we cross paths again, I’ll be able to fuck deep into that cunt while you listen to me,” he sneers before climbing up the ladder and out of the hatch.

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kageyuji · 3 years

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his teammate has a crush on his s/o

⤷ suna, iwaizumi, bokuto, tendou ; [gn!reader] — part 1

TAGS: jealousy, fluff(?), swearing, the teammates were written a little ooc for the plot

NOTES: if you reblog I’ll give you my first born child in return, please and thank you <3

━━ SUNA

although surprisingly good at acting fine and saying that he was perfectly calm, he wasn’t immune to jealousy in the slightest

but he wasn’t a complete dumbass either

and he didn’t know why atsumu seemed to think that he was

of course, atsumu had a tendency to flirt with anything that breathes and has a heartbeat, but suna couldn’t shake the feeling like something with off

but he knew that you loved no one but him, so he tries not to let atsumu’s jokes and teasing get to him

until he realizes that maybe... maybe it wasn’t completely harmless

The flirting was a fairly common thing at this point. Never too heavy, just little winks and cocky smiles sent your way, along with the occasional flirtatious compliment.

“C’mon, I’m just sayin’, I could treat you so much better than Suna can.”

What.

While he didn’t like any of it, that was where Suna drew the line. He didn’t say anything at first, he didn’t react at all except a furrowing of his eyebrows.

He didn’t really know what to do — he sat there for a few moments, trying to figure out if he’d heard Atsumu right and then letting that fact sink in. And then he was walking over to the other guy.

Suna had seen the expression on your face. You looked confused to say the least, trying to figure out what Atsumu had meant. Because surely he hadn’t meant what it seemed like he was saying... right?

“Come again, Miya?” Though his tone sounded somewhat bored, it was laced with hostility.

Atsumu’s face dropped at the sound of your boyfriend’s voice. It took him a few moments to regain his composure, blinking a few times and smiling.

“I didn’t mean it like that, I was just jokin’ arou-”

“Hm, you aren’t funny though.” Suna said in the same half-bored tone. He stepped closer to you, looping his arm around your waist and pulling you closer to himself.

“It’s harmless flirting, it’s a joke. What, am I not allowed to joke around anymore?” He smiled, though he was clearly nervous.

Suna set his jaw, “Not with my partner, no.”

━━ IWAIZUMI

he didn’t get jealous often, he trusted you so he could usually bite down his insecurity easily

but it’s not like anyone would hit on you when mr. biceps was with you anyway

nevertheless, he doesn’t like the way mattsun speaks to you — he knows that mattsun has a somewhat unconscious tendency for dirty jokes or being unknowingly flirtatious

and he doesn’t mind usually, but iwaizumi swears there’s some times whenever the flirtatious comments seem a little too frequent

but you haven’t stated that you were uncomfortable, so iwaizumi told himself that he could grin and bear it

everyone has limits though

Iwaizumi could have sworn that Mattsun was laying it on a lot heavier now that he didn’t think your boyfriend was still within earshot.

But of course this was all just Iwaizumi overthinking things. That was all... wasn’t it? The last thing he wanted to do was to be overbearing, to be controlling, to make you uncomfortable. So he held his breath and tried to focus on anything except your laugh.

“You can come over tonight if you want, I need to study and-”

“Y/n has plans tonight, actually.” Iwaizumi cut in, and when he turned around he was glad that he had.

It wasn’t that you looked exactly uncomfortable, but it wasn’t like you wanted anything to do with the conversation either. A smile crossed your face at the sound of him chiming in, and you took a small step closer to him.

“It’s just studying, Y/n can help me-”

“I said that Y/n isn’t helping you do shit, alright?”

Mattsun didn’t say anything in response, just swallowed thickly, nodded, and walked away. You hadn’t seen Iwaizumi get so bothered by something like that — and Iwaizumi wasn’t expecting himself to either, but the expression on your face whenever he’d turned around caused him to abandon most of his filter.

“Are you ok?” You asked.

He took a deep breath and turned to you, his face relaxing. “More importantly, are you ok?”

━━ BOKUTO

he’s oblivious sometimes, too caught up in looking at the big picture to realize smaller things going on

which isn’t always a bad thing, but whenever he looked past the way akaashi was being just a little too friendly with you it was

it didn’t last long though, and once he had the idea planted in his head it was stuck and wasn’t going away any time soon

so naturally he was a little more mopey, although he didn’t say anything yet

that was until akaashi started getting closer to you, and you didn’t even seem to notice that

“Oh hey, Y/n! We can go someplace after school and study for a while. Uh... it’s just, you mentioned a while ago that you needed help in one of your classes.”

Bokuto frowned at his friend’s words, watching as you smiled and thanked the setter. The worry ate at him, but it wasn’t even jealousy at this point, just something like sadness. You agreed and it painted Akaashi’s cheeks pink, spread a smile across his face.

“But, Y/n...” Bokuto said, his voice almost a whine, though it fell quieter at the end of his sentence.

You looked over to him, seeing the pout and expression in his eyes. Akaashi seemed to notice it too, asking Bokuto if everything was alright.

“Yeah, Kou?”

“Don’t you want to go somewhere with me after school?” He said, looking up at you with hopefully eyes. You walked over to where he was sitting and reached to grab his hand.

“As much as I would like to, I really need to study. Akaashi was nice enough to-”

“Akaashi this and Akaashi that,” The whine in his voice was fleeting now as he came to realize just how unnecessarily kind his friend had been to you lately. “spend time with me, baby.”

The setter seemed a little more alert than he had been a moment ago, eyes wide and barely breathing. Bokuto’s eyes landed on him, and though his eyes were usually warm and kind, they now held a level of hostility you’d not seen before.

Akaashi was making up an excuse to leave quickly, telling you that something had come up and that you couldn’t study.

“...and maybe you shouldn’t spend so much time around him.”

“Huh, why?”

“No, I mean, you can- you can choose your friends and all, but just remember I’m your boyfriend.”

“I know, Kou, wouldn’t have it any other way. That date you offered though sounds good, anywhere in mind?”

━━ TENDOU

tendou gets jealous a fair amount, although none of his jealousy is unfounded

he’s not controlling or possessive though — he trusts you not to do anything, he just doesn’t trust other people

of course, there’d been some rumor started about how your whole relationship had been fake for one reason or the other, but now the secret was out so you’d broken up

so now these types of situations got more frequent, but if he sees you in a situation where someone is getting just a little too friendly, he’ll step in without another thought

it’s a little different whenever it’s his teammate though, especially when it’s ushijima

he tried not to let that get to him though, telling himself that it’s just like any other random person

“Y/n... could you help me?” Ushijima asked, laughing sheepishly.

But of course you smiled and agreed, then walked over to him. Tendou didn’t know what it was, honestly didn’t care, he just didn’t like how much it bothered him.

Alone, it was harmless, sure. But with everything else he’s been doing lately...

“Also, Y/n, I was wondering if I could ask you something? There’s this-”

“Y/n is busy that day sorry!” Tendou cut in, quickly turning around to look at the two of you. A smile was spread across his face, though nothing but hostility in his eyes. “They have plans with me.”

“Wait, what day?” You asked, not remembering any time recent that the two of you had planned on going somewhere.

“I dunno, whatever day he was about to say. You’re my partner after all.”

He smiled at you. Then his index finger was under your chin and he was pecking your lips. Heat rose in your cheeks at that simple action, but you tried to ignore it.

“Oh. I didn’t know that you and Tendou... I apologize, that-”

“It’s ok,” You laughed. “Half of the school still believes that we aren’t dating.”

Tendou huffed, then stepped closer to you and grabbed your hand. “But we are, and I would very much like to kiss you in public so people can see that. C’mon, where do you think there’s the most people right now, angel?”?

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afriendlyblackhottie · 3 years

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Positions

Summary: Andy wanted your trust.

Pairings: Andy Barber x Black!Reader

Warnings: minors dni, smut, swearing, Daddy kink, rough sex, degradation, dirty talk, verbal degradation

(A/N: yay my first non request in awhile. Something I hadn’t been able to work on for a long time so if it seems a little disjointed that’s why. But I love it 🥺. Like follow Reblog 💜 ✌🏾)

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“Nice doing business with you,” Andy said, standing up to hold out his hand.

You rolled your eyes, but couldn’t help yourself as you smiled. After giving you a handshake like you were a client, he chuckled and pulled you in for a hug. Then kissed your forehead before finally moving to your lips. God it was a good thing he’d gotten a private dining room.

Tonight had been a big night. The two of you had been dating for a few months now. Starting out as neighbors when he’d moved in next door after his divorce. What started out as a friendly plate of freshly baked cookies to welcome him turned into him helping you carry your shopping bags into your apartment. Which was followed by two of you ending up on the same jogging path to grabbing breakfast together. Then beers, then dinner, then movie nights to him finally kissing you.

At some point sex started to become a constant topic of conversation. Of him talking about how he’d tried to ask his ex wife to explore more, but every time he’d chicken out. Then when the feelings went away it didn’t feel right to ask. Like if he did he’d deserve a slap on the face.

Then you’d ended up giving him the finest glimpse into what kind of stuff you were into. How you’d been judged in the past by people so you were a little shy about opening up. But that you felt like your secret was safe with him. You’d even whispered it in his ear like someone else could hear him.

Fuck was he dying to touch you. You were all close on your knees. Tits pressing into him. If he’d turned his head just a little he would have gotten face full of them. You were wearing these thigh socks. It was cold, but you apparently didn’t like sleeping in pants so that was your compromise. Thank god for that.

It became kind of a thing you did. He’d open up about the side he’d been trying to explore and you told him the same. Always whispering it in his ears. Until he finally kissed you. He doesn’t know how he waited so long to do it.

He pulled you on his lap so he could kiss you feverishly. Then you tugged at the bottom of his white t-shirt which told him everything about where this was headed. Fuck why hadn’t he done it sooner.

He carried you to your bedroom before laying you down. Fuck he didn’t let up. Just kept pounding into you and you couldn’t help yourself as you cried out and moaned. Said his name over and over again. While he whispered in your ear this time. Saying exactly the things you’d told him you liked.

Didn’t even care that he hadn’t worn a condom. The thought never even crossing his mind. You’d just felt so good as he fucked you. Beside he knew you were on birth control. Even then he wasn’t sure if he cared.

After you came all over his cock once again, he finally exploded inside of you. Making sure to get it nice and deep as if he was trying to impregnate you on purpose. Maybe a tiny little bit of him hoping he caught you when your birth control was failing or something.

After you rolled onto your side. He’d wrapped his arms around you, repeatedly kissing your cheek as you were coming down. Asking you if you needed anything.

You just yawned and turned to snuggle into him. He didn’t stop pressing kiss after kiss into anywhere his lips could reach. Making you giggle a little before you finally kissed him back which is what led to part two.

The next morning you’d woken up before him where he found you in the kitchen making pancakes. He kissed your face over and over as you giggled before he helped you finish.

Since then most mornings were spent like this. Alternating between his place and yours. Yet he noticed something every time. Through all that talking he’d picked up on every kink you had. What made you tick. He’d found out just how to work you up to the point where it was almost too easy. God he was obsessed with it.

But, he’d also noticed was that you were holding back. You hadn’t called him Daddy once. Didn’t let him tie you up. Never even asked for it. So of course he was going to bring it up one day.

“Well,” you’d started, “I guess it’s because I feel like whenever I open up about it...” you trailed off, sighing as you shrugged, “I feel like I end up getting used.”

Andy sighed and pursed his lips. “Aw, Babe...” he sighed before kissing your temple. “You know I’d never do that.”

You shrugged. “You say that now.”

“I won’t. We’re three months in, haven’t I been good to you?” He asked.

“Yeah, but that’s not that long.”

He sighed. He didn’t wanna argue. He wanted you to trust him. Wanted to prove that it wasn’t about the sex. Well, completely. “Okay,” he started, “how about we,” then bit his lip as he thought, his head going to the side, “how about we set a time. It’s three months down. Maybe,” he shrugged,” three more?”

You chuckled and rolled your eyes playfully. “What are we gonna sign contracts?” You asked with a giggle.

“I mean, we could! That’s a great idea!” He laughed. “I can draft one up.”

“I didn’t realize you wanted to be my daddy so bad,” you said not being able to wipe the smile off your face.

He sighed before kissing your cheek. “Well, yeah I wanna be your daddy, but I also want you to be comfortable around me,” he replied.

You peeked up at him through your lashes. You knew he was right. Andy knew you wanted that. With a dramatic sigh, you casted your eyes to the side. “I mean. True.”

He pulled you in. Wrapping his arms snugly around your waist. “Hey, we don’t have to if you don’t want to.” Then he lifted your chin up with his fingers. “We can go at your pace. Or not even do it at all. I just thought-“

“No,” you interrupted him. “You’re totally right. I kinda like the idea of a contract.”

“Yeah?” He asked a grin spreading on his face. “Okay. I can draft it in the morning.”

“I’ll make sure to talk it over with my lawyer,” you teased.

He kissed your cheek. “You’re already my favorite client,” he said before kissing your nose next.

You signed it over drinks then next day. The both of you sitting on the couch as you ‘negotiated’. With anyone else you would have felt silly, but with him you were laughing so much it made your stomach hurt.

Then you made out. Which was interrupted when his son called. Then you sipped on your wine as you curled into him.

He’d held up his end up of the bargain. You’d been a very willing participant. Happily taken part trust exercises as the both of you called them. Like the time you tested how he’d respond to your nonverbal safe word by as he fucked your face. Which he is as quick to ask you if you were okay only to be met by you giggling and smiling and telling him he passed your test. Which only made him chuckle before going back into it.

Clearly it had all paid off because now you were making out on the couch after dinner. Barely able to wait as he pushed your dress passed your waist. “Daddy,” you moaned.

Fuck it was like music to his ears. “That’s my girl,” he groaned, standing up with you in his arms. Fuck he needed you so damn bad. Making sure to get you undressed on the way to his bedroom. Leaving a trail of your clothes and his. Stopping to kiss you along the way. “Gonna finally let me take care of you right?” He asked as he was finally able to lay you down.

“Please,” you whimpered. Suddenly realizing just how badly you needed him. Fuck you should have just let him do this sooner. Andy Barber was clearly a trustworthy man. You don’t know why you were tripping so hard in the first place. He was obviously daddy material from the moment you met him.

He licked his lips as he put his forehead against yours. “Yeah?” He asked. “What do you want?" Then he grabbed your cheek when you tried to look away. Feeling intimated by his bedroom eyes.

Before you could answer, his hand got real close to your pussy. Thumb pressing into your clit making your eyebrow raising as he started rubbing that spot he knew was just right. Making you squeak out, “You.”

He chuckled. The noise vibrating deep in his chest. You looked so fucking cute laying there. All spread out. Eyes begging for him to make his next move. “Don’t play stupid with me.”

Your pussy had gotten so wet. Dripping down onto the sheets. He just got you like that. Almost like you never had a choice and he’d barely even done anything. The noise that fell from your lips was almost pornographic.

Then he shifted so he could replace it with the tip of his hard cock. Flicking at it. Not taking his eyes off of you as he angled himself at your entrance. Covering it in your wetness. Wishing he would stop teasing you because your pussy was aching so bad for him.

“I want you to be my daddy,” you whimpered.

“That’s my good fucking girl,” he said before finally putting you out of your misery and sliding into you. Going about half way. Giving you a little time to adjust. Pussy tightening around him already.

His thickness feeling a little intrusive already in your pussy. You gasped. He kissed the corner of your mouth. Rocking into you slowly. Fuck it felt like your pussy was just begging him to go deeper.

Nose to yours as he inched in a little more. It made your breath hitch in your throat. Instead of going in deeper he pulled out to where his tip was the only thing in you again.

“Daddy,” you mewled. “Please. I need you so bad.”

“Tell daddy what you want, Baby.”

“I want you to fuck me.” You looked up at him with big watery eyes.

“Yeah?” He asked going back in half way. “How you want daddy to fuck you?”

“Like he owns it,” you whined.

“Aw, Baby,” he cooed before leaning down to kiss you. Taking the time to finally go in the rest of the way making you pull away to gasp.

“Fuck!”

“You want me to fuck your pussy like I own it,” he asked once again going to where only the tip was in before sliding in home.

You cried out. “Yes. Please, Daddy.”

“I can do that,” he cooed before kissing the side of your head. “I can do that, Baby.”

“I wanna be your slut.” You sniffled.

“I know.” He whispered still fucking into you nice and slowly. “You been my slut.”

“Please, Daddy,” you whimpered.

He wrapped his hand around your neck as he pretty much shoved himself into you that time then went back to square one with only the tip. “Yeah? You think you can take my dick?”

“I can,” you promised.

Ah fuck he couldn’t tease you anymore. Your eyes shutting tight as he pushed into you. Thick cock feeling like it was splitting you open until he bottomed out. Giving you a minute to get used to his intrusion before capturing your lips in his.

You moaned into his mouth when he finally started to move. Hands going to his back so you could dig your nails into him. Crying out from how deep he was going.

It wasn’t to say he was being gentle, but he was giving you a moment to feel him without completely overwhelming you yet. It was more like a calm before the storm as he peppered your face in kisses and whispered, “You take your daddy’s dick so well, pretty girl.”

Your walls tightening around him, one of your legs over his shoulder. It felt so good but you needed something more. “Daddy,” you whined. “Please.”

“Tell me what you want,” he said. “Don’t play stupid. Use your fucking words.”

You let out a cute little squeak. “More. Fuck me harder.”

Andy pulled out. Flipping you onto your stomach and not waiting for you to get on your hands and knees before slamming in. You let out a scream as he did as you asked. Not letting up as he his hips back and forth into you.

“Yes!” You cried into the pillow.

“Yeah? What you want? Needed to get fucked like a whore,” he practically growled before smacking your ass. It was too much and somehow not enough. You wanted it all. Fuck your wanted to be his forever and ever. He felt so damn good.

You worked back against him. Finally feeling like everything you’d ever craved from a man was being fulfilled only in such a small amount of time. If any man deserved to be your Daddy it was Andy fucking Barber.

He’d proved it from the moment you met. Just the little things he I’ll did. Just how much he cared. You owed him your pussy for making him wait so long.

“That’s it. Fuck yourself on my cock,” he groaned watching your ass move back and forth onto him. Slapping against his pelvis every time.

“Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me,” you chanted with your face still in the pillow. He chuckled seeing you so desperate. You were so damn cute. Even when you were taking his cock. “I’m gonna cum!”

He grabbed your hand twisting it behind your back so he could really start driving into you. Eyes rolling to the back of your head as your boyfriend went exactly like you needed making you cum all over his thick cock.

“Fuck me. Do what you want I don’t care.” You’d officially been all fucked out and Andy had been waiting for this moment. For you to finally and fully submit to him in the way he knew you’d been too afraid to ask for before.

He grabbed your hair laughing at how far gone you were. “That’s my good girl. Gonna let me use this slutty pussy to get off.”

“Please don’t stop. Please.” You begged.

“Daddy’s not stopping until you can’t take anymore,” he replied. “You’ll be begging me to stop.”

You came again. Pussy clamping around thick cock again. Screaming daddy. Fuck he loved you like this. Using your body. Calling you names. Fuck. It was addicting.

Making you cum over and over because he wasn’t satisfied until tears were streaming down your face. Then he just made you do again because he wanted you to do it one more time as he sought out his own.

He’d wanted you back on your back for this. Wanted you to look him in the eyes as he pumped in and out of you. “Gonna cum in you, Baby. Gonna take my cum like a good fucking whore?”

“Uh huh,” you breathed because he’d officially broken you by now. “I’m daddy’s slut.”

Fuck that did it.

He doesn’t think he’d ever finished that hard. Body tightening up as he finally came deep inside of you. Making sure to get as far as he could before what felt like a never ending stream let go.

Andy was breathing hard as he laid down on top of you. Putting his head between your tits. Breathing hard, chests heaving.

He wrapped his arms around your waist. You threaded your hands through his hair. The both of you too blissed out to move. He hadn’t even fully pulled out yet.

He loved being so close to you like this after sex. You always said you loved his warmth. Then he’d roll over to pull you into him instead. Resting your head on his shoulder.

Andy kissed the top of your head. Still trying to catch your breaths. Just getting so close. Just like you needed to be.

“I love you,” he whispered.

“I love you, too,” you mumbled back despite being positively cock drunk.

“You okay? I wasn’t too rough?”

You shook your head. “It was perfect.”

“Glad you thought so,” he said. “Just give me twenty minutes. I gotta tie you up.”

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dollslayer · 3 years

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Fight or Flight

Steve Rogers x Reader

Summary: Steve comes clean, in the aftermath and shock you turn to the one person who you know you can trust.

W/C: 2,369

Warnings: Implied cheating, angst, swearing

A/N: Hello! I wrote this for @sweetlyscared 's 1k celebration (congrats, it's well deserved!), prompt is in bold. I'm still pretty new to writing and this is my first true Angst fic so any and all reblogs/comments are super appreciated! Please check out my other stuff if you liked this fic!! Cheers!

PART TWO I Masterlist

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The feeling of everything crashing around you was slow. Like your world was moving in slow motion as you processed the words. Everything else he was saying became distorted, going to waste as he tried desperately to explain himself to you. All you could hear clearly was your own breathing while you tried to will yourself to do something, anything.

Fight or flight is a funny thing, you were always so feisty and eager to fight back, A Bulldog, Steve had affectionately called you. But when he told you he was in love with someone else, that he has been in love with someone else for months, your body couldn’t find anything in it but to walk away.

Your breathing picked up and your eyes searched the ground, refusing to meet his. You felt your legs raise you up to stand and start walking away, unsure of your destination. When you pivoted to leave the room your eyes met his briefly, staring emotionlessly as his desperately searched for anything at all in yours.

“Where are you going? Doll, please, can we talk about this? I’m, I’m so sorry I-”

Whatever else he was saying wasn’t heard over the noise of opening the door and shutting it behind you. You didn’t know where you were going or what you were feeling other than the obvious. You were in a state of shock, it’s one thing to hear awful news and another to understand that it’s true but you were fastly approaching that truth head-on.

You paused for a moment in the hall and heard no movement come after you. You almost let yourself be surprised but he’d admitted he gave up on you a long time ago, so it only makes sense he wouldn’t fight your exit. You kept walking and tried to hold the floodgates of your heart closed for a bit longer.

Flashes of what was said come back to you slowly as reality sets in. “I can’t put this off any longer. I want you to know that I will always love you, but there’s someone else.”

Your head hurt like it would as if you were already crying, the blood pumping in your ears and pressure building in your temples that would no doubt evoke a long-standing headache. Your face felt hot as you stepped into the elevator, maybe you’d go for a walk in an attempt to fend off your tears. Or maybe you’d walk to a safer place to have an emotional breakdown. Whichever is easier.

Brisk gusts of air greet you as you exit the building, making you realize you left your jacket on the arm of the couch. You took a second to evaluate yourself and noticed you’d also walked out in your house slippers and a thin pair of leggings. Trying to evade the cold you tucked yourself in the doorway of a bodega down the street and dialed Bucky.

Two rings and he picked up.

“Hello?”

“Did you know?”

The silence on the line only reminds you of the blood pumping in your ears. The silence tells you everything you needed to know.

“Liste-”

You hang up.

You’re breathing even harder now. Who else knew? For how long? How long was I the joke? You need to find somewhere else to be soon or all these strangers are going to get an eyeful of a grown woman sobbing. You dial the last number you’d expect to at a time like this.

“What’s happening, shortstack?”

You can hear Tony’s grin through the phone and his easy greeting gives you momentary comfort.

“Can I come over? Something happened.”

“I’ll let Jarvis know to let you in” Tony’s tone is understanding, not needing you to explain further, just letting you know you can come to him.

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Tony’s only seven blocks from yours and Steve’s shared apartment, a fact you’re grateful for when you feel your feet aching every time they hit the pavement. The conversation replays in your head, you try to word what happened in your head and your anger starts overtaking the heartbreak. It’s almost a welcome reprieve from the settling heartbreak but you’re not sure if you’d rather be numb to it completely.

When the elevator doors open Tony’s waiting for you with two tumblers of scotch in hand. You shake your head and move past him to the couch. He joins you on the opposite armchair and sets both his elbows down on his spread knees, resting his face in his hands.

“Would you like to talk about it or not talk about it?” He asks with a sigh.

You don’t make eye contact with him so you don’t cry, choosing to focus on the Iron Man coffee table book you’d gotten as a gag gift for Tony all those Christmases ago. It almost distracts you enough to laugh, the fact that he just has it out. But you need to tell someone what happened and get it all out before you can let yourself feel it all.

“Steveisinlovewithsomeoneelse,” You rushed it all out in one breath afraid if you didn’t get it out fast enough that you’d break. “He has been for months. He said he doesn’t know when it all changed but when he was with her things just clicked,” you paused to collect yourself, “But don’t worry, I’ll always hold a special place in his heart and he hopes this won’t affect the future of the team or our friendship.”

“Oh, and he’s really sorry.” you added.

You laughed bitterly and shook your head in disbelief. His delivery had been so cold but so sincere, very to the point but pained in its delivery. “I just, whatever we had, it’s just gone. Things are just different now, with her, this kills me though, please believe me. You’re still really special to me.” Bullshit. Special enough to act as a placeholder until someone better comes, special enough to cast aside.

You’re broken momentarily from your spiral into anger by the sound of a glass hitting a coaster a little too hard. Looking up, you find Tony quietly seething. He and Steve aren’t close by any means so you figured that he wouldn’t have known, it’s why you called him over anyone else.

He moves slowly to your side on the couch and pulls you into his side. You can smell his aftershave and what you think might be burned grease from one of the many things he’s been tinkering with in the lab, it smells like him, like comfort.

“That fucking asshole. Unbelievable, I don’t even…” He leaves the thought unfinished.

His hands move up and down your arms in a soothing motion and you finally let yourself have it. You don’t even realize you’re crying until you feel the tears wet his shirt when you bury your face in. You sniffle up tears and snot when your face heats up.

There’s no way to know how long Tony lets you sob into him, no doubt ruining his vintage Depeche Mode shirt. Somewhere in the back of your mind you make a mental note to buy him a new one later. But for now you’ll just allow yourself to cry and you can deal with the world in the morning.

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Tony lets you fall asleep on his chest, feeling somewhere between furious and heartbroken by proxy. He thinks about letting you sleep and giving Steve a piece of his mind but figures that’s not what you need right now. Your phone sits on the table and he touches the screen to check the time. No notifications on your homescreen except for a missed call from Bucky and an old photo of Steve making a funny face as your background.

Had Steve not even tried to call you? Had he not even tried to go after you? Why was Bucky of all people the only one to be trying to get a hold of you? Prick.

Selfishly Tony is glad that he has a good reason to be rude to Steve now, he has to admit. You two had always been close but when you and Steve started dating he saw less and less of you. He couldn’t fault you for it though, you were so in love with Steve and you knew that the relationship between the two of them was strained so you kept your distance a bit.

He thought of all the sacrifices you’d made for Steve. You gave up your childhood home in the Bronx that your parents had willed to you to move in with him because he wanted you to be closer to the tower. You gave up a promotion and transfer to DC when you were still just an agent, granted you were an avenger now but it doesn’t matter, he’d made a very big deal out of you turning it down. You gave up the friendship the two of you had.

It was incredible, really. How much you had done for him only for him to turn around and love someone else behind your back. Brave enough to fight aliens and terrorists but too cowardly to break up with you and leave you with some dignity. Did anyone else know about this?

Tony had to stop himself from getting too angry, afraid he’d wake you up. So instead he went back to plotting up schematics for the half-finished suit mod he’d been in the middle of when you called.

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It’s been a week and you still haven’t properly talked to Steve. After two days on Tony’s couch you need to look at things from a logical stance. Where am I going to stay? It’s not like you had your parent’s place anymore and you didn’t want to sign a new lease on an apartment. You could always move into the tower but that meant a higher chance of running into Steve.

You were thinking about all of this out loud to Tony when he offered you the guest bedroom in his penthouse. You were shocked, he’s always been a generous man but after you drifted apart from him you were surprised he even let you stay these past few days. Maybe now was a good time to rebuild your friendship with him and have some space from work.

What’s work going to be like? You agree and go on a temporary leave from the team, just a month to collect yourself. If you really wanted to you could go back but the thought of seeing everyone that knew about Steve’s affair was humiliating and enraging in one go.

It turns out Sam had been playing therapist to Steve in all of this, Nat figured it out through some sleuthing, and Wanda had inadvertently heard his thoughts about her. And none of them thought to tell you? To save you from the anguish but to let it fester? Steve wasn’t the only one that betrayed you. They all had.

What will I say to him? Should I say anything to him? Turns out the answer was ‘nothing’. You texted him to let him know you were moving out and you’d be by to get your things as a courtesy. You walked into an empty apartment and you were almost relieved.

He’d chosen to not be here but he’d left you a letter on the kitchen counter next to a framed photo of the two of you on vacation last year. You scoff but don’t touch the letter. Every ounce of restraint you have is being used as you leave it untouched. But you don’t need to know what excuses or apologies he has on deck, nothing he could say would exonerate him of his wrong-doings. You had no intentions of speaking to him but secretly you hoped he suffered as he stewed in his guilt and inner-turmoil. He deserves to.

When you pack you leave every gift he ever gave you, taking only what you’d brought with you in the first place. You take one look at the unmade bed and almost go to make it out of habit but then you think of the two of them there together. All the long missions you went on without him, all the times you stayed late at work or went out with your friends. How many times had he been here with her while you were there?

You end up only leaving with two suitcases and a backpack full of things. Tony waits for you in the lobby, understanding you wanted your space when you went to get your things in case Steve was there.

The elevator doors open to him taking a selfie with a couple of fans and shaking hands. He’s all too happy to be recognized but when he sees you his eyes soften. Not out of pity, but fondness, like he’s proud of you for getting out.

He sends you a questioning look with a silent question. Are you okay?

You smile at him and for the first time in days it’s a genuine, non-placating, happy-to-see-you smile. It’s okay, I’ll be okay.

He takes one of your suitcases from you and helps you load them into the back of the car before opening the door for you. The drive back to Tony’s is silent but comfortable. The trust you have in each other is strong and unspoken. Something you’ve always been grateful for between the two of you.

He doesn’t ask you about Steve or what happened, always letting you come to him first, which you appreciate. And when you talk he just listens. No bullshit unsolicited advice about moving on or how everything happens for a reason or getting back out there, just listens.

You know the road ahead is long and it will be difficult, but you have someone in your corner and the knowledge that what happened isn’t your fault and that you’re a badass and fuck Steve Rogers and fuck anyone else that did you wrong in all of this. Maybe you’ll forgive them someday but for now you’re gonna focus on you and work on building yourself back up. You’re ready for the ups and downs, you’re ready to fight.

#sweetlysad1kchallenge #steve rogers x reader #tony stark & reader #steve rogers angst #angst #implied cheating #marvel fic #marvel au #marvel x reader

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ok im not gonna lie i was nervous sending the last ask so thank you for saying you loved it 🥺 and thank you to the ones who reblogged ily guys ❤️so heres some more!

so you and owen text and you agree to come over the following day to work on the homework. and some of the guys are over right before you’re supposed to be there and owen’s shooing them all out and they’re like dude what the hell. and kent pipes up with a “his girlfriend’s coming over” and then everyone’s like “ohhhh okay big dog” and they’re teasing him and he’s like “she’s not my girlfriend and we’re just doing homework and she’s supposed to be here soon so leave” the guys would tease him some more but would eventually leave. but not before brendan turns down the thermostat and owen’s questioning what on earth he’s doing. brendan would just say “trust me” and then hes gone. which leaves kent who says he’ll make himself scarce and goes to his room.

and its not long after that you show up and owen catches a breath at you being in his house and looking all cute and he’s trying to get rid of the thought because he knows you’re just here to do work. and you can’t help but think that he looks so cute in his home more relaxed and with his glasses. he’d lead you to their table instead of to his room bc he wants you to be comfortable. and you guys would talk a little before starting the homework. which is definitely taking longer than it should bc you guys keep talking about other things and having fun and laughing. until at one point owen notices you shiver a bit and he offers you a sweatshirt. and owens thinking about how he has to thank his teammate bc he cant get over how cute you look with his sweatshirt thats too big on you and you have to keep pushing up the sleeves so you can write. eventually you’d finish your homework and you’d be on your way, but not before realizing you’re still in owen’s sweatshirt. so you’re like oh i can wash this before i give it back to you. and owen goes “or you can wear it to the game this weekend” and your eyes snap up to meet his and he’s blushing a little bc he was gonna try to ask you to go in a cooler way but nows a good a time as any. and he’d be stumbling over his words like “i mean only if you want. i thought you’d maybe like to go and ice rinks get cold you know? and it’s a umich one so you’re supporting the right team” and you can’t help but giggle at how he’s rambling and standing there a little awkwardly. and you go “i’d love to go to your game. i’m sure it’s more fun to watch than to keep up with the twitter notifications” and now you’re blushing from that admission but owen thinks it’s cute and it definitely gives him some more confidence, “its definitely more fun than twitter notifications” you’d nod, saying “maybe i’ll even see you score a goal” which makes owen laugh. “i’ll try my best, for you” you bite your lip at that, trying to hold back your smile although failing bc owen can tell and he’s smiling right back, warmth spreading through his chest at your reaction. you’d finally make your way to leave, but not before a hug from owen with a promise to see you in the next class -owen anon

so cute omg 😭

#soft thoughts #owen power #owen anon

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finduilasclln · 3 years

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Welcome to my Buddie Fic Rec List!

Since I read so many Buddie fics, and some of them are so good, I thought I’d share them in some handy lists. I’ll be posting them in different categories, and you will be able to find all the posts HERE.

Disclaimer: Always read the tags and warnings! Also, tastes differ. These are my personal favorites, which doesn’t mean they’ll automatically be yours of course.

If you want to reblog and add some of your own favorites that fit the category, please be my guest! I always love discovering new fics. I will also add new recs of my own whenever I stumble upon them.

One last thing: Please like and comment when you’ve had a nice read. It means so much to authors to hear your thoughts! And don’t hesitate to share this post and spread the love for these fics around!

Buddie Fic Rec: “Friends With Benefits".

But that's just how it starts out, of course...

Failure to Communicate, by hideeho (@agentlemuse) || 3475 words ||

They don’t talk about it and they certainly don’t name it. It’s easier that way. If they name it then he’ll know what he’s lost when Buck moves on. There is nothing wrong with this plan.

sex is a texas drought, by mediwitch3 (@spidermaneddie) || 2263 words ||

“The angle’s wrong,” he whispers, guilty, and can’t meet Buck’s eyes.

Buck hums neutrally. They’re quiet for a moment, and Eddie’s embarrassment rises.

“I could help,” Buck murmurs.

all good things come to an end (but it's not the end), by wafflesofdoom (@capseycartwright) || 10797 words ||

Craving intimacy during quarantine, buck and eddie strike up a friends with benefits situation. because it couldn't possibly go wrong.

I Hit the Accelerator (But the Car was in Reserve), by extasiswings (@extasiswings) and letmetellyouaboutmyfeels (@letmetellyouaboutmyfeels) || 68139 words ||

When Buck is forced to confront the truth about his breakup with Abby, having casual sex with his hot new coworker seems like the best rebound idea.

Unfortunately, that hot new coworker turns into his best friend. But best friends can keep having sex with each other, right?

There's no way this could possibly go wrong.

What's love got to do with it?, by ColorMeParanoid (@color-me-paranoid) || 134079 words || (A different take on the FWB trope)

After Buck’s and Eddie’s dates both end with disasters – proving once again that maybe dating just wasn’t meant for them – they decide to simply settle for each other. If there was one person in the world they'd ever trust with their hearts, it was each other. And who was a better person to date other than your very own best friend?

Maybe I’ll deserve you one day, by Stlesismylover (@firebuddie) || 24720 words ||

Eddie knows he’s in love with Buck.

Buck is oblivious to his feelings.

Somehow, they manage to end up in a relationship before having a proper conversation about it.

we're not in love (but the sex is good), by elless || 15071 words ||

Eddie is new to LA. Feeling lonely, he goes to a bar for a drink and meets a beautiful stranger that kisses like a dream. What starts as a one night stand quickly moves to frequent no strings sex. When circumstances lead to them spending time together out of bed, Eddie realizes he’s attached to Buck in a way he never planned for.

The Education of Eddie Diaz, by mansikka (@mansikkaomenabanaani) || 32682 words ||

Eddie doesn't really know how it happened. One moment the 118 are drunk in a bar after a hard shift, confessions slipping from his mouth as he playfully kisses Buck on the cheek. The next he is on Buck's couch, taking up Buck's offer of an education that could be asking for trouble. But it's just sex, and they're just friends; it doesn't mean anything to either of them. So why is his time alone with Buck the highlight of his week?

the voice under all silences, by lecornergirl (@nogamediaz) || 9401 words ||

Buck’s so caught up in his thoughts that when he reaches the top of the stairs and sees Eddie on his bed, he thinks it’s a particularly vivid mental image. But then Eddie lets out a noise, a breathy sort of moan, and Buck knows he can’t be imagining it because he’s never heard that sound before.

Which means Eddie is actually here. Eddie is kneeling in the middle of Buck’s bed, eyes closed, one hand around his cock. His bare chest glistens with a sheen of sweat, catching the early-afternoon light filtering in through the window; under the skin, his muscles shift in time with his slow, sure strokes.

once, twice, right, by thatbuddie (talktothesky) (@thatbuddie) || 13365 words ||

The first time is unexpected but convenient. It's fun. Eddie's still technically married, and they're just learning how to become friends.

The second time is comfortable but exciting. It's warm. They're best friends, and Buck starts to believe they can maybe become something more.

The third time is inevitable but convulsive. It's heartbreaking. They're further apart than they've ever been, but Buck's heart is in it all the way.

(or Buck and Eddie try being friends with benefits three times during the course of their friendship. It works and it doesn't.)

i don’t want to lie (but i don’t want to tell you the truth), by fruitydiaz (@fruitydiaz) || 11383 words ||

“We slept together,” Buck continues, his voice wavering slightly. Eddie, for his part, doesn’t even flinch, which makes Buck feel a little crazy. But Eddie has a whole three minutes of processing time on him, so—it’s not the same, really. He blinks and licks his lips, shifting on his feet. “Eddie, we slept together.”

“We shouldn’t have had that many margaritas,” is all Eddie says as he leans back against the headboard and squeezes his eyes shut.

“Eddie, we—”

“I know, Buck. I know,” Eddie cuts him off, holding his hands up. “You don’t have to keep saying it.”

or, buck and eddie wake up one morning and realize they slept together the night before. after too many drinks, they don't remember any of it, and swear that it was a one-time thing that'll never happen again. or, you know, will it?

Stuck on Fast Forward (Throw Away the Blueprint), by extasiswings || 42885 words ||

“Sounds like the problem is you think casual sex with a stranger or finding someone new to date are your only options.”

Eddie’s brow furrows. “Aren’t they?”

“I mean, there’s always…someone you already know. Who you’re already comfortable with.”

“Because my pool of male friends who are single and who would be interested in having sex with me has so many options?”

“Well, I don’t know about many, but you only need one,” Buck points out.

“And who would that be?”

“Me, of course.”

[Or: Frank gives Eddie therapy homework, Eddie misunderstands the assignment, and Buck is just a really supportive friend...right?]

#Buddie #Buddie Fic Rec #Buddie Fic Rec List #Fin's Fic Rec List

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shreddedparchment · 3 years

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A Wife for Thor Pt.20

Changes

03/21/2021

Pairing: King!Thor x Reader Word Count: 6,206

Warnings: ANGST up the whazoo! Like seriously, angst. Language, more angst, talks of pregnancy, relationship troubles

A/N: Oof, this one is pretty bad. First of all, I’m sorry. I hope you can forgive me. But anyone who knows me and my storytelling, I always ramp up the angst around here. Anywho, I hope you enjoy this chapter to the best of your ability! If you happen to reblog, thanks so much for helping me spread my work! xoxo

It’s nearly nightfall when Thor lands on the drive in front of your house.

His honeymoon haven, as he thinks of it often.

There’s hardly any impact from his descent, but what little there is kicks up a puff of dust despite the heavy gravel.

It crunches beneath his feet as he makes his way towards the front door. His boots fall heavy on the aged wood and before he can knock you’re there, pulling the door open.

You’re the most wonderful sight he’s ever had the pleasure of laying his eyes on. You’re perfection. Even tired as you look, eyes bloodshot, lips slightly off color, no glow in your cheeks or brightness in your gaze. You’re still the most beautiful creature in all of the universe.

He smiles at you but you stare at him stoically, then step aside to allow Dr. Wilson passage.

“Dr. Wilson,” Thor suddenly remembers sending her to be with you.

He smiles at her and she gives him one in return, albeit small and tight and it doesn’t reach her eyes.

“Your Majesty,” she curtsies quickly before turning to you and placing her hand on your arm. “If you need anything, you have my number.”

“Thank you, Dr. Wilson, I’ll use it if I have to. Which something tells me I will.”

“Are you not better yet, cherub?” Thor asks, worry creasing his forehead.

You don’t meet his eyes and he notices the way Dr. Wilson steals a quick glance at him before she gives you a curtsy too then moves around him towards the drive to a shiny silver car.

You step out to the edge of your porch, waving at the Doctor until she’s gone.

As you turn back to him, Thor breathes in deep, almost taking a step towards you to wrap his arms around you and kiss you and quench this thirst for you that has been growing larger and more demanding every day that the two of you have been apart.

Before he can, you point towards the doorway and move past him, “You better come inside. It’s supposed to storm tonight.”

“Storm?” Thor asks incredulously. “Shall I chase it away for us?”

You don’t answer him and instead walk into the kitchen, disappearing from his sight as you move around the counter towards the sink.

Thor hesitates, his heart dropping for the first time since he arrived. At first he merely thought you exhausted from your illness, but now he’s wondering if there might not be something more going on.

Are you angry at him that it took him so long to come and see you?

As he shuts the door then steps towards your coat rack, he hangs his hammer carefully before moving towards the kitchen no longer in uniform but in a plain gray t-shirt and dark blue jeans.

“Are you not well at all yet, cherub? Will you need more time away from home?” he stops by the edge of the island, his hand reaching over to poke at the smooth wooden counter nervously.

The longer you take to answer him, the more he thinks something must be wrong, beyond your falling ill.

There’s no possible way that you might have found out about-It’s almost too unbearable to think of but as you keep your back to him, hands calmly but with purpose filling your kettle with water and dropping tea bags into a pot, his stomach begins to churn.

“Y/N, if something is wrong, I-”

“I’m pregnant, Thor. I’ve known for a week. Since the day in your war room when you were telling Loki that you wanted to get an annulment so that you could marry Jane.”

Thor’s heart stops. Outside the storm grows nearer faster.

Any light left from the setting sun is snuffed out by the black clouds of thunder and rain that Thor’s panic pulls from the atmosphere.

“I was coming to tell you, but you left your door open. I didn’t mean to eavesdrop but then you said Jane was pregnant and for a moment I was hoping that maybe she was pregnant with someone else’s baby, but it didn’t sound like that’s what you were thinking so, I listened.

“My mind, at that moment, was a little foggy. You know? It took me a second to really think about what we could do. Because for me, I knew that even with this new hurdle, I wanted to overcome it with you. At your side.”

Thor watches as you step to the stove and light the burner, placing your kettle over it to boil.

His limbs are fuzzy, his mind a hive of buzzing bees and crackling electricity. His heart is still not beating but he can feel it breaking. Every fissure, every tear, he feels it from end to end. His mouth will not open and even if he had something to say, even if he could think enough to say it, you don’t sound finished and he will not interrupt you.

You move to pull two cups out from a cupboard and place one in front of the nearest stool to him, then the other on the island in front of the sink where you’ve been standing. You move the teapot over to the island too, then place both hands on the edge to lean all your weight against it.

Somehow, having you look at him is worse. He can see the heartbreak in your eyes, the betrayal. He can feel the anger surging beneath this calm exterior you’ve pasted on.

He’d rather have you rage at him, throw things at him, than see you keep your composure and think about this rationally. Because what can that mean? Have you given up on him? What does this mood of yours mean for your marriage?

“One of the first things I thought was that we should get Jane a room, or maybe a proper house where she and the baby could live because I could never keep you from your child. Not when they would be the rightful heir to the throne. And even if they weren’t going to be the heir, that baby would be your baby. Your child. So how can I ever keep them from you?

“I wasn’t exactly happy that Jane would be in our lives forever seeing as she is so openly…” you tut, looking up at the light fixture above as you search for the right word. “...not hostile. But she doesn’t like me. I could see it the moment she arrived but you seemed, I don’t know, oblivious of it? I’m not sure if that’s because it’s Jane or not, or if you seriously just didn’t notice?

“Every time we were alone, she always made sure to keep her distance. She never talked to me unless she absolutely had to, but as soon as you'd come into the room she was all politeness and sociable,” you laugh without humor. “I still have no idea how you didn’t notice.

“It was sad, honestly. It made me sad, a lot. But I kept my mouth shut because you trusted her so wholeheartedly even though I could feel the snake she was. Maybe I shouldn’t be saying this, especially since she’ll be part of our lives now, but-”

“She won’t.”

You stop talking, fixing your piercing gaze upon Thor and all he can do is shake his head in rebuttal of what you just said.

“She won’t be part of our lives,” he continues, explaining himself as quickly as he can.

Now that he’s got a word in, he’s eager to tell you how silly all of this has been. How stupid and unnecessarily taxing the stress was.

“She’s not pregnant,” Thor smiles, and he is glad to see your relief.

It’s brief and subdued, but it’s a small sigh and a relaxing of your shoulders.

After a moment you take several steps back to lean against the sink.

“So we have nothing to worry about,” Thor continues, hoping to latch onto his spark of hope.

He rounds the island with godly dexterity but you take a step back, looking up at him with narrowed eyes.

Your anger is less hidden now, and he can see the outrage in your face.

He stops his pursuit to give you space.

“Is that supposed to make me feel better?”

Your demand confuses him. Doesn’t it make you feel better? It makes him feel loads, tons, millions of times better.

“I-” he begins confused.

“You were willing to leave me...to end our marriage, for a baby that hadn’t even been confirmed yet. You think telling me that Jane not being pregnant so now you don't have to erase our marriage as if it never existed is gonna make this better?!”

Thor is speechless, trying desperately to understand the problem, the confusion. Why are you still angry?

“Y-yes, my cherub. No baby, no Jane, no need to figure anything out,” he insists.

“YOU CALL AN ANNULMENT FIGURING SHIT OUT?!”

Thor winces, never having heard you this angry before. You’re livid and that scream is directed directly at him. It takes him a moment to regain some composure but when he does, he sputters to get his story out.

“I-I admit that perhaps the moment of my finding out about Jane was not my finest. I just learned that the once woman I loved was having my child and the scandal that would bring upon my people-”

You scoff and turn away from him, moving back towards the stove as a small stream of steam begins to rise. It’s not hot enough yet though.

Thor doesn’t understand. You know how life works. You’ve been there daily, watching him say and do things that he wouldn’t normally do. He’s being forced just as much as you are to deal with things, only his opportunities are much richer in variation.

“You’re angry with me?” Thor knows this, but something about saying it out loud hits him with a harsh sense of injustice. “What choice would you have had me make?”

You stiffen at his new tone. He can see the shift in your body, and he instantly regrets the momentary anger that boiled his blood.

The way your shoulders slump has his heart beating wildly with new panic. How does he fix this? How can he make this up to you? How can the two of you find some common ground?

“Not this,” you say, quietly.

Thor almost doesn’t hear you but only almost..

“Y/N…” his voice is softer, negotiating in an attempt to calm you.

The placating tone has the opposite effect on you.

“The one thing I asked you to do is to be honest with me. I asked you not to make a fool of me and you did it anyway. You lied to me-”

“I didn’t lie-” Thor begins, but he knows that omitting the truth is almost as good as. His voice trails off.

“Not only did you lie to me but-but when we took our vows, I thought-”

Thor clenches his fists, watching you struggle to overcome some emotion that he can’t see because you’re still facing away from him.

“I feel so stupid,” you gasp, and as your voice hitches, Thor realizes that you’re crying.

He rounds the island but you turn to look at him, throwing your arm out towards him, “No!”

He freezes, breathing labored as his stomach aches. His heart tears again, searing pain ripping at his chest.

It only feels worse as he gets a good look at your face, tears streaming down along your cheeks as despair washes over you.

“Don’t touch me,” you beg of him and Thor can’t believe you mean it.

You can’t mean it.

“The only thing I’ve ever wanted was to have a family of my own,” your words aren’t weak or stuttering now.

Your voice is strong and sure, the week of uncertainty having firmed your resolve.

What have I done?

“When you married me, when you accepted me as part of your house, I thought that I’d finally found that. Not just in you but in Loki and Hilde and Heimdall and the rest of our people. And in three seconds, you took that away from me.

“You abandoned me,” you declare and Thor can’t stay silent anymore.

“No! No, Y/N, I have not abandoned you. I’m here. I’m right here. I came for you. To take you home!”

“BUT YOU THOUGHT ABOUT IT!”

Thor can see the frustration in you, the utter befuddlement you must have felt, the betrayal. There’s disappointment and fear but most of all there’s loss. You’ve lost something this week, and even though he doesn’t know what it is for sure, he can guess.

“You gave the thought a presence and you meant it. You would have left me!”

“No!” Thor protests, an anguished cry of his own sorrow. A refusal of your conclusions.

“That’s what I was coming to tell you today. I woke up with the firm belief that Jane was still with child and as soon as it was confirmed, I was going to come and tell you that even with her carrying my child, you are my Queen.

“Nothing could ever change that and the only life I can imagine living is one with you at my side.”

You’re already shaking your head in protest, already disbelieving him. Thor attempts to step closer but you renew your extended arm.

“No,” you tell him firmly, voice low and quiet with resentment. “I need you to stay away from me.”

“You want me to go?!” Thor asks in pained disbelief.

You keep shaking your head, not answering his question.

The silence in the kitchen is heavy and to Thor, it feels endless.

Too few mornings flash through his mind of you waking beside him to turn and recount your plans for the day, your hopes for your lives together. You’ve always wanted to talk to him. You’ve always wanted to be with him.

His touch has never been unwelcome even in the first days of your courtship.

Your eyes are still flooding over, lips trembling, chest rising and falling with the effort of your crying.

His own body is still. This is the lowest he’s ever felt and he’s not sure what moving will do to him.

The quiet is ripped apart by the slow build up of your kettle’s whistle, but you don’t move to take it off the heat.

“Should I leave, cherub?” Thor asks again, his deep voice weak with emotion at the very idea that you’ll tell him to go.

You reach up to wipe at your cheeks, fingertips sweeping new tears away from the edges of your eyes as more rush to replace them.

You reach over and take hold of your elbow.

You’re thinking about it. You’re actually thinking about whether he should leave.

“No,” you finally whisper, unable to say it any louder he guesses.

It probably goes against every instinct in your body to allow him to stay.

Because he needs something to do, because he can’t stand there and just watch you hate him, he turns around and goes back around the island so that he can go to the stove behind you and move the kettle.

Thor watches you follow him with your eyes as he moves then take a step away from him when he slides behind you to get to the stove.

You move to take your seat at the island and Thor pours the heated water into your teapot.

He places the lid on top, the clink of the ceramic loud in your silence.

Your shaking hands give him worry and he moves towards the small pantry to pull a tin of cookies you’d bought in New York during your honeymoon.

You’d gone on and on about how much you enjoyed them and now that memory feels like a lifetime ago.

A happier one.

He moves around the kitchen taking a large plate and loading it up with your cookies. He grabs the milk from the fridge and pulls the artificial sweetener from the far end of the island to move it closer to you.

He’s aware of your eyes on him still, watching his every move with a gaze to rival Heimdall’s. He doesn’t try to dress his actions up as anything other than what they are; concern.

He places your cup closer to you, fills it with tea, milk, and your sweetener. Once done, he moves back around to his side of the island and takes his seat once more.

~~~~~~~~~~

You’re almost angry enough to be petty. You almost want to take your tea and pour it out. Just to show him how much things aren’t okay.

The way he’d walked in here, brazen and as if he hadn’t attempted to take the only true family you’ve ever known and erase it...you can’t.

More because you need to relax, in fear of the little life growing inside you, you take the tea and take a sip.

Thor knows just how you like it.

He’s watching you, staring. He's full of self-loathing and what you'd once thought was love for you. Concern emanates off of him.

He reaches out, and for a moment you think he might take your hand.

You flinch, pulling both your hands onto your lap, but Thor’s hand only meets the edge of the plate of swedish dream cookies you’d bought on your honeymoon.

He pushes it towards you, and your heart aches painfully. This agony is unbearable.

Your lip quivers again, unable to contain the sorrow of what your marriage is now facing. You know just as he does that you're at an impasse. Tonight things between you will change.

For the better? For worse?

Thor loves you. You can see that. You saw it the moment he showed up, smiling and so happy to see you that his electric blue eye was beaming.

It was that love that made you so angry. It’s why you shouted when you’d promised yourself that when he came, you wouldn’t raise your voice.

Heimdall had been nice enough to give you warning this morning that Thor would be coming today and that nothing would deter him from seeing you.

You’d been so angry when you’d gotten the call, but you’d talked to Dr. Wilson about staying calm and she'd pointed out that having all of these unresolved feelings would do the baby more harm than good.

While deciding to resolve this today, choosing to stay calm had failed dramatically.

“Please, love, eat something,” Thor begs. "You're shaking. I know you've eaten nothing all day."

How the hell can he tell?! Was Dr. Wilson spying for him?

Even she'd been unable to force more than a few bites of a sandwich into your stomach. You've been dreading this confrontation all day.

Now that it’s here, it's worse than you imagined.

You hate how much hearing the pain in his voice also hurts you. You don’t want to feel any kind of sympathy for him right now. After what he said…

You eat because you’re worried about the baby. Not because Thor is asking.

One cookie is enough to help your queasy stomach feel better, a sip of tea settles your frayed nerves.

You relax a little, the tension in your body partially gone.

Neither you nor Thor say anything for a while and you’re grateful for the silence. You need lots of time to think.

While you think, you eat.

Cookie after cookie as your stomach groans in relief of finally being fed. Not exactly nutritious but it's something.

Despite your body's reaction to the unexpected junk food, the revelation that Jane isn’t pregnant after all is the only thing that you can really focus on.

You'd know she would try something. Not this though. You'd expected a pass at Thor. You'd expected her to try and get him back and you'd been so sure about his feelings for you that you'd been sure nothing would happen.

You hadn't expected her to find a way to reach in and pull it all up by its roots.

Finally, Thor clears his throat. There's and eager shine to his eye now, curiosity needing answers. In this moment you realize that his mind is filled with something else. Something much happier to think about that while it does bring you joy, you can’t share in that joy with Thor yet. Not after everything.

“Is it true?” he asks, the corners of his lips curved and the set of his brow eager. He can't help it. “Are you really pregnant?”

You meet his gaze and reach up to wipe the last of your tears away.

“I’m about three months? A little over. It would have happened during our honeymoon.”

Your explanation brings a smile to his face and he’s so beautiful you find yourself hardening again in defense.

"Your Asgardian blood was making it difficult for my doctors to confirm the pregnancy. The first was negative. The second, inconclusive, but then negative. The third was also inconclusive but this one didn't change to negative so they tried some other things and it finally showed positive.

"They tested my blood over and over. It’s real."

This is what both of you have been wanting since before you were married. You’d wanted to give him an heir and he’d wanted one. You’d wanted to start a family and he’d been desperate for the same.

This is the moment the two of you have been dreaming of and now that it’s here, it’s nothing like you’d pictured.

The joy you’d felt on your trip to the war room to give him the news is lost on you now. Tainted.

“Are-are you not happy?”

“How can you ask me that?” you frown, hostile resentment tainting your features.

He deflates at your tone and you almost regret letting how you feel show so openly.

Almost.

Thor’s face pales and he looks down at the island, his own cup still empty.

Because you do feel bad, though you don’t regret letting him know how angry you are, you get up and pull a beer from the fridge.

Placing it in front of him, you take your seat again.

Thor’s face floods with hope.

"The only reason you're here is because Heimdall knew you'd come. He saw that you were decided and would stop at nothing to come here but if he hadn't given me the warning, you'd be standing outside on the porch banging on the door asking me to let you in. You need to know that.."

Even though the hope in his eyes had made you so angry just a moment ago, as it disappears, you feel a surge of grief.

"I don't understand," Thor begins softly, both hands reaching across the island towards yours wrapped securely around your tea cup. "Why are you so angry, cherub?"

He's not putting it together? Does he seriously not see how what he did is a problem?

"I've told you that Jane is not pregnant so there will be no child and even before I'd found out, I had made my choice to stay with you. These are good things, aren't they?"

The wonder in his voice is real. The agony of his confusion is real.

Somehow you need to make him understand.

You scoff, trying hard not to be cynical after the blow you've taken to your pride.

"Do you remember the day we got married?"

"Vividly," Thor nods and attempts a smile.

A quick stern glare from you settles him down.

"Do you remember welcoming me into your house? Do you have any idea what becoming a member of your family has meant to me?

"I have lived my life alone, Thor. I had no one. From the day my parents died to the moment I agreed to marry you, there was not a single person who I belonged to who also belonged to me.

"Marrying you gave me a home. It gave me people to call my own. It gave me a kingdom full of loving and loyal subjects.

"Marrying you took my loneliness and destroyed it. I had a brothers, sisters, and a husband who I thought loved me as one of his own. I thought you had accepted me as part of your family until the day I died."

You sigh, voice tight and always on the verge of breaking into tears.

"I have, cherub. You are my everything!" Thor’s interruption doesn't phase you this time.

You keep talking as if he'd said nothing.

"And when I've finally done it, when we've finally got what we wanted, you throw me away."

"No!" Thor rises and moves around the island towards you.

This time you don't stop him because nothing he says or does will change your mind. Nothing will fix this.

He sweeps you into his arms, pulling you close so that you have to look up at his face from your spot in your seat. His massive hands caress the sides of your face as his pleasant warmth chases away the horrible nightmares you’ve had all week.

But his arms, his touch, can’t chase away the break in your heart. It can’t fix the pain that feels etched into your veins. Your sinew is rewritten with the agony of his fleeting choice to leave you. Nothing will ever be the same.

“I didn’t throw you away, I was confused. I didn’t know what to do or what the best course of action was. I should have come to you. I should have told you about Jane and I should have consulted with you, my wife, my Queen before making any rash decisions.

“I know that I did wrong, but believe me when I tell you that I love you more than my own life. I can’t imagine my life without you, cherub. I’m sorry that I have caused you such distress. I am sorry that I made you think, even for one second, that I could make my way through this existence without you.

“I love you. And I am never letting you go.”

Your heart is unmoved. Even as he stares down at you with his eye clear and sure. The set of his jaw is firm, and his hands keep stroking your cheeks, temples, and scalp as you watch the fire in him fade.

Slowly, he realizes that the damage is done.

It takes him a long time. His body falls, shoulders slumping, arms not so tight around you, hands a little more gentle. It’s the set of his lips that tells you when he’s accepted it. That he’s broken you and your marriage and there is no repair here.

Not now.

“What will you do?” he asks, hands gliding down along the sides of your neck, shoulders, arms, and elbows where he finally lets go and moves back around the island to take his seat again, throwing himself down in defeat as his hand wraps around his beer.

“I’m still your wife, Thor,” you sigh, turning to look at your cup of tea. “I am still Queen of New Asgard. I’ll do my job as best as I can, from here.”

“Here?” he asks, shocked.

“I can’t go back to the palace. Not right away. I need...I meant it when I said that I needed a break.”

“From me?” Thor guesses, and you can see his heartbreaking.

“From us, yes.”

“How long?”

“I don’t know,” you shrug. “A few weeks? Months? Years?”

He looks more devastated the longer you speak.

“I don’t know how long it will take me to trust you again. When you told Loki that you’d get an annulment and make me out to be the problem by my not giving you any kids, you took any faith and confidence I had in us and your love for me and flushed it down the toilet.

“I can’t just pretend that didn’t happen. Even though we have nothing to worry about now, I can’t just forget the way I felt. I’m gonna need time.”

The war raging within Thor right now is painful to watch. You can safely assume that he’s almost refusing to go another day without you, much less weeks, months, or years.

You can also see the regret he’s feeling. The anger. It passes quickly though, and Thor takes another long drink from his beer, draining the bottle before he sets it aside.

He reaches up to wipe at his fuzzy lips, his beard scratchy as he breathes in deeply.

He meets your gaze and nods, “I will give you whatever you need. I will send you a guard. I don’t want you here alone.”

You’re not about to oppose the protection. Not with the baby on the way.

“You should probably make the announcement of the baby. And give some excuse about me staying away. Our people deserve to know. They’ve been waiting too.”

“Mm.” Thor agrees. “What shall I tell the others?”

“Loki already knows. He’s known since I came here.”

“What?!”

“Hey, no!” you frown at him, anger tinging your words. “You can’t be angry at Loki for doing as I asked. I’ve been alone up here waiting to know whether you’re going to leave me or not. He only did what I needed.”

Thor’s anger passes through him in phases. In seconds, he’s calm again, but still breathing through flared nostrils.

“Why did you not tell me? If you’d told me sooner-”

“If I’d told you sooner then I wouldn’t know if you were with me because you love me or because the baby was finally coming. I didn’t want to live the rest of my life never knowing whether your sticking by me in this marriage is because I was finally having our kid. That’s not the kind of life that I want for myself.

“I’m not sorry that I didn’t tell you, Thor. Because even if I can’t trust you, at least I know whether you’d decided not to leave me before you knew I was pregnant.”

Thor’s face is full of sorrow. He’s coming to terms with everything as quickly as he can since you’re not giving him much choice. Are you wrong to put some distance between the two of you?

Should you forgive and forget?

Part of you, the part that loves the man you married, wants to reach out and touch his cheek. You want to tell him that you love him and that nothing will ever change that. You want to celebrate the future you have growing inside you and revel in the fact that Jane’s lie is over and move on with your lives.

The bigger part of you can’t trust his words. Can’t trust his touch. In a few moments, Thor had torn apart the truths of every caress and declaration that he’d made since you got married.

The bigger part of you knows that you can’t trust him. The bigger part of you knows that he could hurt you again. He might very well rip your heart in two for good the next time, and what kind of life can you have like that?

No. As much as your heart loves him, your brain is telling you to play this cautiously from here on out.

“I’ll come to any functions I need to. I’ll make sure I’m there on your arm. But don’t expect things to be the same between us Thor.”

He nods in defeat, “Can I fix this? Is there anything I might do to prove to you that my love is real?”

“It’s not a question of me not believing that you love me,” you explain, sighing lightly as you come to these realizations yourself as Thor makes you face the inevitabilities you’ve been avoiding all week.

You’ve tried hard to keep from pondering the future with or without him. Now that he’s asking, you can’t avoid it anymore.

“I know that you can’t put me before your throne. I know that your people have to come first. I’ve known that since I married you and when I talked to Loki and David about what happened they both told me what I already know.

“You have responsibilities to our people first and foremost and any choices, whether you want to make them or not, are made for them. I can never be first for you. I know that. My mind knows that. It’s honorable that you will always do right by your people.

“But my heart can’t accept that,” you’ve been trying to keep from crying again but as you admit your insecurity aloud, your heart clenches painfully drawing from your eyes a welling of tears. “Because I’ve fallen in love with you completely, Thor. I never knew that loving someone could be this terrifying and painful. Just the thought that you’d decided to make our marriage disappear as if it had never happened ripped me to pieces and I don’t know how to come back from that.”

You sob and Thor leans over the island to take your hand. You don’t pull away this time. You let him give you this small bit of comfort because you need it. Your heart, the fact that he wants to touch you, needs it.

“Even if it was only for a moment, you left me. I want to be first for you. I want to be the only thing that matters. And I can’t be. And I know that. Which makes me feel like such shit because I shouldn’t be asking you for this. I know that you can’t give it to me.

“It’s why Jane told you no. Along with her job, I know that it’s the reason that she couldn’t marry you. She knew that for you, she would always come second to New Asgard.

“I knew that too. When I agreed to marry you, I knew that you’d have to do things for them first. But I love you so much and I-it sucks that I know now if you have to choose between me or your people, you’ll choose your people.

“It’s right. You should. But it fucking sucks and it hurts too much.”

You’re full on crying now and Thor gets up, but you raise your hand to stop him. With a shake of your head he sits back down.

“So…” you sniffle. “What you can do for me is give me the distance I need to work through this. I need to come to terms with the fact that after our baby is born, I’ll be third. I need to just learn and accept that no matter how much you say you love me, you can never choose me.

“Can you give me that? Can you give me space?”

As you meet his gaze, his intense unrelenting stare, you can see him warring with himself. You can see the confusion and the indecision. You can see the agony of what you’re asking of him but somehow he manages to nod.

His own eye waters and after a second nod, his tears spill over to trail across his cheek and lose themselves in his beard.

“I’m sorry, cherub,” he grieves. “I never meant to hurt you like this.”

“I know that, Thor. But I have to find out how much of myself I can invest in our marriage. Because if loving you like this means I have to feel this kind of pain over and over again, I don’t think I can keep loving you. Not like this.”

Your words hurt him and you regret them, but you can’t take them back because they’re truth. You need to guard yourself and you aren’t going to apologize for putting yourself first when no one else in your life will.

The silence is never ending.

The two of you sit sniffling at the island for what feels like hours. Finally, your stomach rumbles loudly and Thor springs up from his seat to the fridge.

He starts pulling out an array of ingredients that you don’t pay too much mind to.

He fills the house with the smells of chicken, paprika, rosemary, lemon, and some other spices you can’t pick out. It makes your stomach growl more loudly and at least with his mind and hands busy making your dinner, he stops crying and that at least gives you a little bit of a break from the horror you’ve been feeling at causing him so much pain with your choice to distance yourself from him.

“Might I stay the night?” he checks, surprising you a bit by the question.

“On the couch,” you whisper, unable to speak any louder.

The idea of him sleeping in the same space but not next to you is unbearable, but somehow you find a way to deal.

His hand stutters over the pan but after a moment he goes back to cooking.

“The couch is fine,” he agrees. “Whatever you need, love.”

And even though his words tell you he’s fine, you know him well enough to recognize the depression in his stoic gaze.

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