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fanficsformyfaves · 5 months

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I Tolerate It, So Don't Blame Me

Loki Laufeyson x Fem Ex!Reader

WARNING: SMUT 18+, ANGST, Hickeys, Marking Kink (R Receiving), Oral Sex (R Receiving), P in V Sex, Exhibitionism, Rough Sex, Body Worship (R Receiving), No Protection (This is fictional, you are not, WRAP IT UP) Mentions of Break Ups, Turbulent Relationship, Confrontations, Insecurities

PREFACE: You were not only the God of Mischief's ex and the mother of his child, you were also the love of his life. So, it should've come as no surprise to you when his new girlfriend showed up to your apartment building, angry after finding out he was still in love with you

A/N: Flashbacks In Italics!

Loki was recruited into the Avengers and Sylvie is his new girlfriend in this A/U!

Sylvie deserves better :,(

And yes, this is combining 2 Taylor Swift songs cause it goes so well…all too well

I had just put my son to bed, when his tired little voice asks me something.

"Mama, is daddy coming this weekend?"

I look up from tucking him in with surprise.

"Um, I'm not sure"

I was...or I thought I was. Loki and I were together for over a decade and had our son four years ago.

Our relationship wasn't perfect, but we made it work. In spite of the long nights that consisted of screaming matches and the other going to bed angry, we would eventually talk it out and get right back to normal. Was it easy? No, but we knew that we made each other better people. Nothing in life that's worth keeping was gonna be easy.

Our main issue was him not making enough time for me and our child. I understood splitting his time between working with the Avengers and going back and forth from Asgard would take up a lot of his days, but we always got through the rough patches together.

You miss a couple dinners and forget some errands, sure, I could forgive that...but the final straw was when he'd forgotten our son's birthday.

Long after the party was over and everyone had gone home, I still sat in the living room in tears, after having had to put my own crying child to bed.

"He forgot. He really forgot", I thought to myself.

Just then, I hear the front door open and in walks Loki, making his way towards me on the couch.

"Hi, darling", he kisses my cheek.

That's when he noticed the popped balloons and confetti scattered all across the floor.

"What did I miss?"

"What did you miss?", I repeated,

Standing up.

"Loki, do you know what day it is today?"

"Friday"

I close my eyes, sighing before wiping my eyes.

"October twenty-third"

He takes a moment to think, when the realization hits him.

"Shit", he whispers to himself,

"Yeah...shit"

"(Y/N)-"

"He was so excited to blow out the candles with his dad", my voice shakes.

"I know-"

"Do you?"

Not having anything else to say for himself, he simply muttered.

"I'm sorry"

"It's not me you should be apologizing to", I say,

About to walk off, when he takes my arm.

"I'll make it up to him-"

"You always say that, but you never stick to your word. Look, I'm tired of being second place to your job, we both are. Do you even remember the last time we had dinner together? Or even tucking him in for bed?"

I could see the tears beginning to pool in his eyes. I shake my head, before pulling my arm away from him.

"Time got away from me, the team-"

"I don't care about the team! I care about us! Our family!", I yell,

Catching him off guard.

"I've stood behind you on everything and this was the one thing that I needed you to show up for. I've put up with your shit for too fucking long and I can't do it anymore. All we do nowadays is fight and I can't tolerate being taken for granted over and over again. I won't"

"What are you saying?", he whispered,

"I'm saying I'm done", I shrugged.

His gaze softened and his shoulders dropped.

"(Y/N)-"

"You need to go", I sob,

"Please, don't do this. We can talk about it, we can work things out, I promise, I will do better-", he tries pulling me into an embrace,

Only to be pushed away.

"We tried and nothing's worked, even if we go to bed now, I'll still feel the same way in the morning-"

"I don't want to leave-", he says,

Wrapping his arms around me, as I kept trying to push him off.

"Loki, go"

"I can't"

"Please, go, I can't do this again"

"I can't!", he cried,

"GO-"

"I CAN'T!", he shouts,

Slowly falling to his knees, as he held onto my legs and hid his face in my stomach.

"I can't", he wept.

My hand goes over my mouth to muffle the sounds of my sobs. I eventually pull away from him and walked back towards our once shared bedroom. It was the hardest walk of my life. Knowing I was walking away from him.

"When I wake up", I say over my shoulder,

"Don't be here"

It's been almost a year since then and it still hurts to think about. It didn't help that our anniversary was coming up either.

I often fall back into wondering if I'd done the right thing. Did I? Would I ever know?

"But, I promise I'll ask"

"Does daddy not love me anymore?"

It shattered my heart to hear him say that.

"No! Baby", I say,

Softly cupping his cheek.

"Your father loves you so so much. It's just his job that keeps him busy"

He sticks his pinky out, making me chuckle. I intertwine mine around his, after wiping away a stray tear.

"Never think for one second that we don't love you"

Just as I placed a kiss atop my son's head, I hear someone yelling outside my apartment building.

"(Y/N)!"

I recognized that voice. It was Sylvie. What was she doing here in the middle of the night?

"Mama?"

"Shhh, go to bed, baby, I'll be right back", I shushed,

Leaving the apartment and locking the door behind me. The elevator takes me all the way down to the lobby and I made my way outside.

"Sylvie-"

"What did you tell him?!"

"What? What are you talking about?"

"Don't play stupid with me, what did you tell Loki?"

"Nothing! I haven't spoken to him for weeks!"

"Horse shit"

"I haven't!"

She sighs, holding her forehead.

"Why? What happened?"

She sniffles and using her sleeve to wipe away her tears.

"Sylvie, I know we aren't friends, but you can tell me"

She scoffs, looking back at me.

"You can", I reassured.

She shakes her head, taking a seat on the curb. I let out a deep exhale, before joining her.

It was tense. I could tell she was holding something back and it only added to the anxiety that was making my stomach turn. After a few deep breaths, she finally breaks the uncomfortable silence.

"He said your name in his sleep"

I'd never felt my heart drop so fast. My eyes widen, as I turn back to her.

"What?"

"Last night. I heard him", she nodded,

"Sylvie", I exhaled,

Shutting my eyes, whilst shaking my head.

"So either that means he's been sneaking behind my back with you or-"

"He hasn't, I swear"

"...Then what I'd been suspecting is true", she muttered her breath.

My eyebrows meet in confusion, wondering what she meant by that. She finally turns to meet my gaze and in the street lamp's glow, I could make out her defeated tired eyes looking back at me.

I knew that look. I had that look not too long ago, which meant what she had to say was nothing short of painful.

"He still loves you", she wept,

Causing me to shake my head.

"No-"

"Then why?", she shrugs.

How was I possibly meant to respond to that?

"You know...whenever he tells me that he loves me, I would be so overjoyed...but for some reason, in the back of mind, I never truly believed him", she confessed,

"And then I thought to myself 'Well, why would I? She was his first love and the mother of his child. How could I ever compete with that? She's beautiful and smart and strong'. Deep down, I always knew that what we had wasn't real, as I am still fighting the ghost of you that will forever live in his memories"

I was speechless. To hear her say all of this was gut-wrenching. She didn't deserve this and I knew that.

"I am so sorry"

"You have nothing to apologize for", she says,

Getting back on her feet, as I did the same.

"Sylvie, I assure you that whatever we had was over the moment we broke up"

"Maybe...but not for him", she smiled sadly,

Giving me a tight embrace, before walking away.

I couldn't just go to bed after that. I had to talk to Loki myself. Whatever he did to us was one thing, but Sylvie didn't deserve this. I went back up stairs to get my son, not bothering to get dressed and dropped him off at my parent's house on the way to the Avengers Tower.

I submitted my personalized key pass, which allowed me inside and took the elevator all the way up to Loki's quarters. I pushed past the double doors and find him standing at the floor to ceiling windows.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?", I spit,

Walking up to him.

"I'm assuming you heard", he says,

Without looking away from the city.

"Sylvie didn't deserve that. She loved you!"

I was met with nothing but silence. All I could do was sigh in frustration.

"Why?! Why did you have to ruin another good thing for yourself?! She was perfect-"

"But she wasn't you!", he snapped,

Turning to face me.

"You of all people should know that no matter what happens, I would always choose you"

I could feel the tears gather in my eyes.

"I tried to let go, but I couldn't", his voice goes quiet,

"Despite my best efforts and even while being with someone else, all I found myself doing was wishing it was you"

I shake my head, as a lone tear made its why down my cheek.

"You should've thought about that before you took me for granted"

He cups my face, resting his forehead against mine.

"That was my greatest mistake...and I will never forgive myself for it"

"Loki-"

I couldn't stop myself from growing weak at his touch.

"I love you. This has always been true"

"I never knew what I had until I'd lost it", he added,

"You hurt me...and you hurt our son", I wept,

"And for that, I am so sorry. I will never stop regretting the things I'd done to you both and if given the chance, I'd change before it was too late, but I am begging you now. I will never forsake your hearts again, please", he pleaded.

There were so many emotions coming at me from all directions. Anger, sadness, confusion...but also a sense of solace. Solace in knowing that he had finally recognized his mistakes.

"If you'll have me...I will never hurt you or our son ever again"

"How can I be sure you mean it this time?", I questioned.

In that moment, the God of Mischief pulled away and kneeled before me, placing a hand on his heart. I couldn't help but feel a strong sense of Deja Vu.

"I meant every word", he reassured,

Taking my hand into his.

"I've lost you once. I will not make that same mistake again"

I searched deeply into his eyes and all I could find was sincerity. For the first time in a long time, I was finally sure.

"Loki"

I pulled him back onto his feet and cupped his cold face.

"I love you too...I don't think I ever stopped"

He chuckles slightly in relief.

"That's all I've ever wanted to hear", he says,

Before pulling me in by the waist and pressing his lips against mine. The kiss started off mellow and soft, but it quickly grew heated. He picks me up by my thighs and effortlessly wrapped them around his waist. He ended up

My fingers sneak into his black locks, grasping at the roots and causing a delicious groan to escape him.

Using his godly strength, he lifts me up higher into the air, now throwing my legs over his shoulders. With a flash of his magic, I was now completely naked up against the glass.

"People will see", I say out breath,

"Let them", he grinned,

"Let them envy the way I ravish your beautiful body, knowing they will never get the chance"

I could feel myself grow wetter at his comment.

"By the looks of it, you don't seem to mind either", he teases,

Before kissing the inside of my thighs, slowly making his way towards where I needed him most. He wrapped his soft lips around my bundle of nerves, making me gasp at the sensation. I was being tasted like I'd be the last thing he'd ever have. A man on death row, savoring his final meal.

"It has been to long", he mumbled against me.

"It has", I whined,

As his skilled tongue drew circles over my clit again and again, till the knot in my stomach began to tense. I missed how easily he made me melt.

My fingers snuck into his hair once more, holding on for dear life. His own rubbing up and down my slit, before slipping themselves inside and pressing against my sweet spot. I could feel him grin at the wanton cries and moans that spilled out of me.

It was more the obvious that I was already about hit my peak.

"Close already?", he teased,

Continuing his ministrations.

"I must taste your release at once. Come for me, sweet girl", he demanded.

That was all I needed to hear.

I came with a moan so loud, I was thanking my lucky stars the walls were sound-proof.

Still, coming down from the euphoric high, he lets me down gently. Firmly holding my weak frame to steady me. Once he realized it was going to take a while for my legs to calm from there incessant shaking, he picked me up and laid me down on the sofa.

"Tonight, I will make up for lost time", he mumbled against my lips.

"I will show you just how deep my everlasting devotion for you lies"

With the help of his magic once again, he causes his trousers to disappear, along with his boxers.

His hard cock aching for attention.

"Do you see what you do to me? How desperate and needy I am for you?", he growls in my ear,

Causing my skin to raise in goosebumps. He takes the tip and rubs it up my already throbbing entrance.

"I've missed this so much", he confesses,

Before thrusting into me and ripping a cry from the depth of my chest. Without giving a moment to adjust, he began pounding into me at a merciless pace.

By this time, the sun had already began to peak from the horizon and the room smelt of sex and sweat. It was now his turn to yank at the roots of my hair, exposing my bare neck for his hungry teeth.

"I will mark you and claim you as mine once more", he mumbled against my warm skin,

As he repeatedly slammed into my g-spot. It didn't take long for my next orgasm to build, as my legs were already threatening to snap close and all I could do was scream out his name again and again like a fallen prayer.

I could tell by the rhythm of his hips faltering that he wasn't far behind either.

"Meet me there, darling. Come for me", he groaned,

As we both were thrusted over the edge. He spills himself inside my clenching walls, letting his head fall back at the overwhelming pleasure. Out of breath and well-spent, he collapses on top of me and wraps his arms around my waist.

We lay in the comforting silence for a moment, till he found the strength to pull out of me and lay me atop his chest.

"Yours"

I look up at him, as he brushed away a hair stuck to my forehead.

"Always"

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sserpente · 1 year

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Requests from two anons. The photo became a pair of knickers and I’m not taking responsibility for it, haha! Are you all ready for Valentine’s Day? I know I am! Remember, if you don’t have anyone to spoil you, just spoil yourself! PS: How perfect is this gif for this Imagine?

Words: 2364 Warnings: smut, (body) insecurities, virgin!Reader

Loki gnashed his teeth, hissing quietly as he closed the door to his room at the Avengers Tower, each and every movement a painful reminder of how his hardness was rubbing against the tight fabric of his leather trousers.

He was soon going to lose his mind if he didn’t get to share his bed with you. Needless to say, he would not lay a hand on you until you begged him to fuck you—but, given the current progress of your relationship, there was a chance he would be waiting for quite a while longer.

Damn that royal chivalry he had grown up with. Part of him longed to just throw you on his bed and have his way with you, to make you cum for him over and over again until he had you screaming his name, begging him for more and to stop both at the same time. But the other… the other respected your pace.

He considered himself lucky. For all he knew, you could have rejected him for what he had done here on Midgard all those years back and yet, you had received him with open arms. He was the last person that had expected would fall in love, ever—or ever again, especially after what had happened with Sylvie. And yet here you were now, making him go insane with desire for you, a mortal.

He’d be foolish to admit this to Thor, let alone the Avengers. For all they knew, he was oddly protective over you. They needn’t know more, not at the present time. For now, he wanted you all to himself, and eventually… eventually he would have his way.

It was as clear as the waters of Asgard that you were untouched. The many times you had shared kisses you had been timid, holding back on what could have turned into… something more heated and most of all, naked.

He’d had you sit on his lap before, making you ride his thigh. He’d sneaked his hand under your skirt while you were working and running errands for the Avengers, forcing you to stay quiet as you came all over his hand, coating his skilled fingers with your juices and he sure had realised soon enough just how submissive you were around him.

He could see it in your eyes—how much you enjoyed giving him control over your body, over your pleasure. The amount of trust you put in him made him even harder and he grunted as he leaned his forehead against the cool wood of his door for a moment before letting out a deep breath and reaching into his pocket with a smirk.

It was pair of your used knickers he had taken from you without your knowledge, tucked into his pockets using magic when you were not looking. It was a green pair—one you knew he loved seeing on you. In fact, whenever you got dressed or undressed, he made sure to treat it as a show, and he adored how it made you blush every single time, for soon, you’d started wearing his colours—you never lost a word about it but it was obvious to him you had done so to both please and tease him.

The knickers that were currently in his hand were soaked. He’d made sure to tease you relentlessly today, whispering sweet nothings and filthy promises into your ear throughout the day and yet, not allowing you any relief. Perhaps he was being a little crude but then again… it was only a fraction of what he was feeling every single day. Besides, he was the God of Mischief.

You’d never taken the initiative before yet, confirming to him just how innocent and inexperienced you must have been with men. He’d not yet asked you to please him with your hands or even your mouth even though the thought of you kneeling before him almost had him cum in his leather trousers.

Instead, for now, he brought the knickers to his face and pressed them against his nose, inhaling deeply. The damp fabric against his skin had him moan and before he knew it, he let his clothes disappear with magic, stepped further into his room to lean his hand against the wooden bedpost and wrapped the knickers around his rock-hard cock, stroking it without any further delay.

In love. With the God of Mischief himself. You grinned to yourself now that you were alone. Loki had retreated to his own room for the night, respecting your privacy and making sure you got enough sleep after all the work Tony and the others had been putting you through lately.

He was so kind, so respectful and gentle… so unlike what the others had warned you he was like. And just like that… you had fallen for him. At first, you’d kept it to yourself, admiring him from afar but when he started making advances… spending more time around you, standing or sitting just a little too close, taking interest in your work and your person… you’d soon begun wondering if you were dreaming. Sure, Thor too had fallen for a mortal woman before but Loki?

You didn’t exactly perceive yourself as particularly alluring, let alone conventionally attractive. You’d never been the girl the boys were after at school, never been the girl that got invited to prom or crazy college parties, and before Loki… you’d never been in a proper relationship and were hence rather… pretty… completely inexperienced.

He knew. You knew he knew. He had to. The way you kissed him shyly, never initiating anything but holding his hand or leaning against his chest when you were cuddling on his or your bed and you made him watch one of your favourite movies or TV shows with you.

And to be quite frank… you couldn’t possibly imagine him desiring you in a sexual way. You wanted him to, hell, in your fantasies, you’d done all of the filthy things you’d seen in porn films before with him but in reality… in reality, you chickened out at the mere thought of speaking up about it. But if there was one thing you knew about Loki it was that he was incredibly perceptive—and whenever the two of you were together, you couldn’t feel more comfortable.

With a sigh, you entered the small en-suite bathroom in your room and splashed some cool water on your face. But when, after drying yourself up, you reached for your hairbrush, you frowned. It wasn’t there. You must have forgotten it in Loki’s room—that god loved brushing your hair and braiding it. He’d learned to do it for his mother when he was young and since then, it seemed, it had become part of his love language.

You smiled to yourself. Now you had an excuse to see him again before going to bed. Drying yourself up, you left your room and made your way over to Loki’s. You were the only one who could enter and walk straight through his wards, so you didn’t bother knocking when you got there.

“Loki, I think I left my brush in your—“

You froze when you opened the door, revealing the God of Mischief naked and pumping his hard length… with a pair of your knickers. Your lips parted, heat flushing your cheeks. Loki barely managed to halt. He was flustered when he turned around, his aroused blue eyes meeting yours.

“—room,” you finally chirped. “I’m s-sorry, I should have knocked.” It was a conclusion rather than a question. Loki gave you the slightest hint of a smirk. Did he know? That the very sight of him—like this—made your heart race, your stomach tighten and your pussy clench?

“It’s on the vanity,” he rasped at last, almost… unfazed. Was he biding his time, curious as to what you’d do? Even after the many times Loki had coaxed countless orgasms from you, you had never felt more desirable than right now. If he stole your worn knickers to bring himself some relief, to make himself cum to the thought of you… it filled you with a wave of arousal and confidence like you had never felt before.

“Can I… um… can I… help you?”

Loki stepped closer to you, his scrutinising gaze never leaving yours.

“If you wish,” he purred, releasing his member at last.

“Tell me what to do…” Part of you longed for him to order you to kneel before him so he could fuck your mouth until he’d had his fill… another… another bathed in his respectful behaviour around you. There was no way this was the same man who had once attempted to subjugate Earth. And just like that, you realised with a start… that you wanted him to sleep with you. Now.

“Loki…” He knew without you so much as trying to put your thoughts into words. Perhaps he could tell by your dazed look, your shallow breathing…

“Are you certain? I’m not sure I will be able to stop once I have you writhing beneath me, pet.”

“I-I’m… I’m sure. Please, Loki.”

“Then get on the bed. Take off your clothes… and don’t take your eyes off me when you do.”

You nodded, biting your lower lip with joyful anticipation as you did as you were told. You knew exactly what he intended to do to you with this. He wanted you to feel sexy, to feel alluring. And, the more seconds passed under his scrutinising gaze… the more you started believing that you were.

You still attempted to cover yourself up once you were fully naked, with all of your clothes discarded on his floor.

“Ah-ah-ah… let me look at you, pet. Spread your legs for me.” Your eyes widened. Hesitantly, you did as you were told, revealing your throbbing and wet cunt to his greedy eyes.

When Loki licked his lips, you were done for. By the time he crawled on the mattress and hovered above you like the god he was, you’d lost your ability to speak and yet, his soft kiss kept you in this reality, anchored to the love and affection you had for him.

Loki’s leaking tip pressed against your entrance, making you flinch not out of fear but anticipation. You bucked your hips, your eyes rolling to the back of your head when his soft hands travelled up and down your exposed body, caressing every single inch they could find.

“Please…”

The God of Mischief chuckled. “Patience, pet. I am just as desperate for you as you are for me but I will be taking my sweet time with you. At least the first time.” It sounded like a threat. No, like a promise. No, both. You moaned, arching your back to get even closer to him and then, slowly… you felt him push inside.

You were so wet there was hardly any resistance and unlike what your friends had told you, you barely felt any pain as he stretched you out, taking you inch by inch until he was fully sheathed inside of you.

Loki stilled, studying your reaction all the while you were hoping that your pleading expression would make him give up an ounce of control and fuck you.

Shit, what was going on with you? How had the sight of him masturbating turned you so feral? How had your used knickers around his cock flipped a switch in your mind? And did it matter? No, an aroused voice in your head whispered.

And then, finally… Loki withdrew and thrust forward again, repeating the motion slowly and intimately. You dug your fingers into his naked back, pulling him even closer to you. Your legs wrapped around his middle, heels pressing against his buttocks. His hot skin on yours had you see stars, even more so when his strokes became more erratic, more eager.

Loki began to rut into you mercilessly, whispering sweet nothings into your ear and fuck… narrating to you what was happening.

“Hmm… does it feel good, pet? My cock filling you whole? Your soaked quim is squeezing me so tightly, I…” Your breath hitched when he was interrupted by a moan, his eyes closing blissfully. Every single thrust hit pleasure spots inside of you that you had no idea existed. Higher and higher you climbed, nearing your orgasm so fast it almost scared you, and when Loki’s hand ghosted down to where your bodies met, pampering your clit with skilled fingers, you were ready to fall.

“You have no idea how much I’ve longed to finally be inside of you, make you mine…” The curse that left his lips was in a different language, Old Norse, perhaps. “Cum for me, pet…” He grunted, breathing out your name. “Now.”

It was an order you couldn’t have disobeyed even if you had wanted to. You practically exploded, your pussy milking him for dear life. Again and again, you clenched around him rhythmically, feeling his own release as he jerked against your walls and filled you up with his seed.

Pleasure surged through you like Greek fire, consuming you from the inside out. Helping each other ride out your orgasms, it wasn’t for a while until Loki finally came to a stop and rolled you over so you came to lie on top of him, with his cock still deep inside of you. Some of his seed came dribbling out of you, staining your inner thighs.

“Are you alright, my love?”

“Yeah… I just can’t move.” You grinned even though it was already too exhausting to move your lips too much. None of your friends had ever told you that the first time having sex would be this tiring… in a good way. Your eyes fell shut.

Loki chuckled darkly. “Oh dear, if you believe I will let you sleep just yet, you are very wrong, pet.” His promising words already sent a new shiver through you. And even though you had no idea how you would keep up with the stamina of a god… you were already looking forward to even more sex with this wonderful and mischievous man.

A/N: I hope you enjoyed this story! Make sure to stop by on my account if you want more Imagines! ♥

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write4life13 · 2 months

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Welcome to my Ted Talk where I discuss how Sylvie Brett is NOT a SLUT!!

She was engaged to Harrison who emotionally abused her wanting her to fit into this doting wife lifestyle and so she left him and pursued her career as a paramedic.

Joe and Sylvie start off as friends and I think was initially draws her to Cruz is that he was different from Harrison so they give a relationship a try but figure out they are better off just friends and this is where we get the beautiful friendship of Joe/otis/Sylvie

She then has an on again off again related with Antonio but he’s in the middle of divorcing his wife so it ends up being messy. Which she knew going into it but she liked him so much she wanted to give their relationship a try. In the end they were at two different places in their lives and called it quits for good.

Her next relationship is with Kyle who is a good guy and someone she could have seen a life with if it didn’t change who she was. He wanted her to become a chaplains wife and stop being a paramedic which is something she’s good at and loves doing. I also feel like she ran from Chicago thinking it was the best thing after Otis died. There was so much pain but then she realized how much she missed the people who had become her family.

Grainger was someone she liked but in the back of her head she couldn’t get Matt out of her head after what happened in 9x02. She wanted it to work with Grainger but her feelings were too strong and Grainger picked up on it.

This is Matt’s spot officially like after I love you but we’ll come back to him later.

Dylan never made any sense to me why she decided to date him. He was the guy she wanted to move on from Casey with but after seeing Matt unexpectedly the feelings were brought up again and then she decided to adopt Julia so Dylan stepped away after noticing how she hasn’t moved on.

Now we are at Matt. Sylvie didn’t sleep with Matt the minute that the divorce was finalized and some people acting like that happened is preposterous. They didn’t even kiss until SEASON 9 and even then Sylvie was thinking about his relationship with gabby by asking the question “if she came back would you leave with her” because she didn’t want to start a relationship with him if there was any chance of him still holding a candle for Gabby. Guess what? It was Matt that tried to fix things after that because he wanted Sylvie. It was Matt that chased her into the street to tell her how much he loves her and no one else. And yet I don’t see any of them placing any blame on Matt. It’s always “sylvie skank this” or “sylvie wh0r€ that”

If we’re counting that’s 7 guys in the span of 12 years. That’s normal. Sylvie didn’t sleep her way through the firehouse and she isn’t the backup plan because Matt can’t have Gabby. I’m sure Gabby is happy in Puerto Rico doing things that she loves and maybe she found love herself. Matt and Sylvie are happy together and sometimes you end up finding who you were meant to be with under your nose all this time but needed to grow as separate people to figure that out.

In conclusion Sylvie Brett is not a slut. Please move on.

Thanks for coming to my ted talk.

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thisbipuff-isaswiftie · 2 years

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Hi!!

I want to request a Shawn angst imagine, please.

Something about sylvie or someone from his team talking about the reader behind her/they back and she/they feeling angry and telling shawn but he didn't believe it and having a fight but then he heard them talking bad about the reader again and trying to apologize, you decide if the end.

Only if you're comfortable to do it, love the work! Keep going!

Thanks for the request, honey!!!!!

I'm sorry if this is not that good, but I really hope u like it~

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Big Deal | Shawn Mendes

Warning: Angst, fights, cursing.

Containing: boyfriend!Shawn, girlfriend!reader, Jerk!Shawn, Artist!Reader

pairing: You and shawn mendes

You loved Shawn so much. You have been his girlfriend for 19 months now and now as you remembered how you had met, you laughed hysterically. You met him at an art exhibition, where he came, disguised in a black hoodie, a cap, and a mask. You had run into him while staring at the paintings on the wall, and almost screamed when you saw him like that. At first, you thought he was a thief or something, and seeing you freak out, he thought you had recognized him. So he had quickly pulled you aside and made you calm down.

You remembered the way you were so confused when he said that you knew who he was and he begged you to not tell anybody. But seeing your confused face, he pulled down his mask-making your mouth shut and your eyes wide. Honestly, you weren't a big fan of him back at that time, you never liked pop so you never even knew him as such. But you had heard of him from your friends and knew very well just who he was and why he had pulled you aside. When you had figured out just what had happened and the misunderstanding, you laughed out loud. Too loud.

He had raised his eyebrows and stared at you as you held your stomach as you laughed, which you knew was a not-so-beautiful sight. "What? Are you those insane kinds?" He had asked to which you stopped laughing and shook your head, looking at him disapprovingly. He didn't have a right to call people insane or judge them like that. So you gave him a piece of your mind and left him staring at you like an antelope in headlights. When you were looking at a mind-blowing piece of painting, he stood beside you, his disguise intact. He had said something clever and cocky and then after a small pause, apologized to you. You smiled at his sweet apology and the small smile he had delivered you. You were suddenly feeling this weird feeling in your chest.

And well, that's when you started hanging out more. After two coffees, a walk to the library, and a guitar session he had finally kissed you and asked you out. You were so happy, and till now everything was going great.

Well now...

You were a bit concerned about Shawn. He had been a bit distant and had canceled your last three dates. You already knew the obstacles that were going to come along with dating a celebrity such as him. You knew he was busy with his album and he had been getting a lot of hate, and you understood that he needed space. But you just wanted him to know that you were there for him.

You were waiting for him at your home, watching another episode of B99, and drinking coffee. When you heard the door opening, your head quickly turned, and you got up, slowly walking towards the door. There he was, your Shawn, coming in hanging his keys and hanging his coat. He looked so exhausted.

You sighed and walked towards him, taking his face in your hands as a yawn came across his lips. He quickly shook it off as he felt your soft hands caressing his cheeks. "Oh hi." He said and gave you a lop-sided and a sleepy smile. "You're still awake?" He said, his brows scrunching. You chuckled softly and brought his face towards yours and gave him a peck. "I missed you," You said softly, "and I hadn't seen you in a few days."

"What?" He said, his voice laced with a bit of aggravation. "We just had breakfast yesterday, together." You sighed a bit and stepped away from me. "You know what I mean,"

"No I don't!"

"Well, a bite of toast, a kiss to my forehead, and telling me you're going to be late and getting out of the house in less than 30 seconds, when I made bacon and pancakes for you is not having breakfast together."

Shawn groaned and stormed off, making your blood boil. You breathed in sharply and walked after him, "What the hell Shawn!?" Shawn rolled his eyes and plopped down on your couch, a small smirk passing his face for a second when he heard the title track of B99 playing on the TV. "You can't just walk away like that!"

"Well, guess what? I did!"

Your teeth gritted and you gave him a murderous look. You didn't like how Shawn was behaving with you, this is not how he acted with you. And you hated it. Didn't he realize that he was hurting you? "You know what? Fuck you." You stormed off to your bedroom, and took his pillow and his quilt and threw it across the room in the hall. "HEY!" You slammed the bedroom door and groaned out loudly.

You did not plan your night to go this way.

You sat on the bed, looking at the light that came from the living room through the small space between the door and the floor.

You sighed, your chest thudding loudly. Hugging your knees close to your chest, and you let out a shuddering breath, as a tear fell from your eye. You shook your head at your ridiculousness, and wiped your tear. It was confusing to you why you were being so emotional over this fight. It seemed small, didn't it?

But it wasn't.

This wasn't how you wanted your fights to go, fights that would lead you both to drift apart, and eventually, your relationship would fall apart...

The thoughts made you feel that your heart was being pulled apart. You looked at the light that escaped the small gap. Why did your relationship suddenly feel like that? Darkness had surrounded you, and the escaped light was really close but too far away to engulf you into happiness again. That light was Shawn. And it was almost as if he had forgotten to engulf you. And it was slowly killing you.

Before you know it, sleep had consumed you, with those burning thoughts still fresh in your mind.

.....

"Hey, honey."

You hugged your coat over your chest and spared Shawn a glance. You had woken up to a cold and empty bed, disappointing you. You didn't think Shawn would stretch it till the morning. That was until you smelled the sweet scent of maple syrup and pancakes. Realizing Shawn's plan to lure you into forgiving him, you rolled your eyes. If he thought that pancakes was going to make you ease up, then he was miserably mistaken.

He knew that you never liked fights left like this, with so much tension in the air that it pressured your heart. He knew that you preferred to talk it out and apologize to each other, and not leave it just like that. You had sighed and got up, freshened up.

You heard Shawn sigh and groan slightly as you went through your mail. You saw one addressed to Shawn. You looked up, looking at the creases on Shawn's forehead. "You have mail." You said, monotonously. You walked towards him, and he looked at you hopefully.

But you didn't give in, not just yet. You were too angry at him but didn't want to give him attention. You still wanted to hit him and scream at him because of last night and what he made you feel. And yeah, you also wanted to get the argument over with and just hug him. But you didn't.

Shawn didn't know if he was right or if he was wrong. What he did was fully flawed, and he didn't realize it. You had always been a bit touchy. It was your way of receiving and giving love. Through physical touch. Unfortunately, it was one of your insecurities as well. You had been brushed off as annoying so many times because of your habits, it hurt you. So you had given Shawn a warning, no let me scratch that. So many warnings.

This fight wasn't exactly related to that, but it still made the insecurities and that same unsafe or lets say, not belonging feeling around you.

Shawn hadn't forgotten that, but he wasn't sure if it was exactly his fault. I mean, you did know how busy he gets. So after a busy day, he might want a bit space, didn't he?

But he didn't want this fight to last this long, either. He was keeping a party at their house, tomorrow night. He didn't want anybody to talk about your relationship or its problems. He didn't want anything new to stir up. "I'm sorry." He whispered.

You looked up, your expression was something he couldn't decipher.

"I'm sorry." He said, loud and clear. "It was wrong of me, what I did last night. And I know I have been bailing on you for a long time, and you have been so understanding. I'm sorry,"

You nodded at him. "Just don't do it again." You said, gently. Shawn didn't really understand why your voice sounded so afraid. It wasn't that big of a deal, was it?

"Anyway," Shawn smiled at you and brought up two plates of hot pancakes. "I'm keeping a party tomorrow night, if that's alright with you?" You smiled at him. "Yeah, no problem. Who's coming?"

"You know the usual, the team. Niall, Taylor etc. We wanted to celebrate all the work we've done for the new album."

"Ooh, when are you releasing it?"

"Next month. It's not completed it, but we're very proud of what it has become until now." You looked at him with a proud expression. You were so happy for him. You loved how hard-working he was.

"Okay then," You smiled at him. "You going to the studio, now?" He nodded, "I'll be back by 8. We can binge B99 if you want. Or maybe watch Avengers, since you're so fond of Tom Hiddleston," You giggled and blushed. "And RDJ." You pointed out, and he scoffed, smiling.

He kissed your forehead as you both finished your breakfast, and took your plates putting them in the dishwasher.

After getting ready, he went out the door, giving you your goodbyes and kisses. Still as he stepped out the door, you felt disappointment arousing in the pit of your stomach.

.....

You looked at yourself in the mirror and stared at your outfit. You smiled and adored the slight foxy eyeshadow you had done. You took a deep breath and stepped outside your bedroom door. The party music was roaring down, and you slowly stepped down the stairs. As you stepped onto the second last step, you tried to find Shawn, and spotted him having a drink with two of his friends from the team. You smiled at him as he stared at you. You walked towards him, and noticed him still staring at you. "What?" You asked. "Does this not look good?" You turned your waist, "Should I change?" But he just grinned at you, and pulled in for a kiss.

He left you breathless and smiled at you. "You look fucking stunning, honey."

You blushed under his gaze and hid your face in his chest as it rumbled because of his chuckles. "Such lovebirds." Someone muttered and you looked up to see Niall. "Niall!!" You squeaked and hugged him. "How are you?"

"Perfect, love." He said and smiled at how you had wrapped your hands around his waist. "How are you both?" He asked cheekily.

"Same." Shawn said and kissed your cheek.

"I'm glad."

You looked around and sighed at the crowd. As much as you were proud of Shawn and no matter how many launch parties you go to with him, you never get used to the crowd. It gets overwhelming and makes you anxious. That's why you never actually like coming to these parties yet you did, only for Shawn. You tried not to always stick to him, but always made sure that he was in your eye sight, to make you feel calm and safe.

If he wasn't, then you would look for Niall, Taylor, or one of the other people with whom you were really good friends.

But mostly, it was Shawn.

You were thirsty and wanted to get a drink, so you went to the bar, promising Shawn to meet him at the dance floor.

But when you came back, he wasn't there. You couldn't find him. You looked around the crowd but couldn't spot him. When you looked back at the bar, you saw him with one of his team members. You recognized her immediately. Sylvie.

She had helped Shawn a lot, and you appreciated her for that. But sometimes you felt that maybe she didn't really like you, you tried to tell Shawn but he dismissed you, saying that you're being paranoid and that you haven't just spent that much time.

You sighed as you walked over to him.

"Shawn!" He looked back and saw you. He smiled at you and waved you to come over. You walked towards him with relief on your face. You got close to him and wrapped your arm around his. "Sylvie! How are you?" You asked politely. She smiled grimly, not so excited to see you, and replied, "Great! We're just waiting for the album to be complete and released, aren't we?" She smiled at Shawn and rubbed his arm. You felt extremely uncomfortable as you saw he look at Shawn like that. Your insecurities got up. "I'm so proud of you guys!"

"Yeah, I'm sure you are." She mumbled and scoffed. "Did you say something?" You asked her but Shawn squeezed your hand. "Weren't we going to the dance floor? I'm sorry Sylvie, we'll see you later." He said and smiled at her. She nodded and he grabbed you and you both walked towards the dance floor. "That wasn't polite, Shawn."

"I know."

You both danced calmly into each other's arms. "Shawn, was it just me, or was she rolling her eyes at me?"

He mumbled something under his breath and then looked back at you. "No, sweetheart. She is just in a bad mood, her boyfriend and she got into a fight before coming here." You nodded. You looked up at him and sighed as you saw his beautiful brown eyes.

You sighed and kept your head on his chest as you both swayed from side to side to the soft rhythm of the music. "I love you." You whispered gently as comfort laced you both like a graceful ribbon. Shawn kissed your forehead, his lips lingering over the crown of your head. "I love you the most.." He breathed, as the scent of your hair reached him. His eyes fluttered shut and he pulled you even close, If that was possible.

You took deep breaths as you found yourself finally in your beloved's arms. It was rare. Very rare. And you wanted to make the most out of this moment. An unsettling feeling had rested in your chest, that any moment this is going to be ripped from you. He is going to be ripped apart from you. And you will be crushed again.

You entwined your hand into his' as the music ended and he was obliged to go and meet more guests. He gave you an apologetic smile, but you weren't going to leave him. You went along with him even if exhaustion had taken over your legs. You felt so much safer with him. His cheering voice always comforted you, it kept your anxiety at bay.

You both walked towards the bar again. You smiled at him and left his hand. You wanted to pee. So you stepped across but as soon as you closed your stall, some voices started speaking. Familiar voices.

"I mean did you see her tonight?"

"mhmm."

"Fuckin whore, can't even dress properly."

You tried to restrain your gasp as you recognized the voice. Sylvie.

"Poor Shawn, he must've had to deal with her."

"I know right? She's so useless. Always clinging to him like a puppy."

"She's only with him for clout. Clingy bitch."

"God, Shawn deserves so much better."

"Someone like you, Sylvie?"

"Oh shut up." She giggled. "Maybe."

Your blood boiled as you heard all those words, but your heart ached. Tears started to spill out of your eyes as you tried to keep your breath calm. Shawn deserves so much better. Was it true? Were you that clingy?

You heard the door close shut and that's when you broke down. Tears started to pour down your eyes, rolling down your cheeks. You held your forearms as your chest shuddered at thought of Shawn leaving you. You tried to keep your cries in but your ears started to hurt and your throat started to dry as you gasped for breath.

Your head was aching and your dress felt too tight now. Why was this happening to you? You wanted to yell for Shawn but then you thought about you being a burden to him.

And besides, you looked like a fucking disaster. You didn't want to ruin Shawn's rep like that.

.....

Shawn was a bit frustrated with you. You still doubted Sylvie, and it bothered him. She was such a sweet person and a great colleague. Why did you always seem to dislike her? It always annoyed him- you trying to point out some imaginary things about her. Sylvie was rolling her eyes at me; she was giving me a weird look; I think she doesn't like me; Your complaints were endless.

Niall furrowed his eyebrows at the crowd, and then looked back towards Shawn. "Shawn?" Shawn stirred his drink. "Yeah?"

"Where's Y/n?"

"Bathroom. Why?"

"Don't you think its been a long time?"

"Um-"

"Shawn you know what happens during these parties don't you?"

"Yes but-"

"Shawn go check on her or I will burst into the girl's washroom and sing Stitches."

"Ok, ok! Fine." Shawn breathed and looked around the crowd again. He breathed when he realized it had been a long time since you came. He got up and walked through the crowd, just to make sure that you weren't locked in the crowd. But you were nowhere to be seen. Shawn's heart rate started to increase. He was marching up to the ladies washroom.

Just as he went forward, trying not to bump into more drunk people- Shawn halted as a person came right in front of him. "Hi, Shawn~" He looked down to see Sylvie standing with a drink in her hand, a giddy expression on her face. "How are you?" She asked in a squeaky voice. She caressed his shoulder, going to his bicep. But Shawn was in a hurry to even process what she was doing.

"Sylvie-"

"Oh, I love it when you say my name." She said, breathily. Shawn gave her a weird look and then looked at the washrooms, they seemed so far away. "Sylvie, I have to go-"

"No please wait-" She held onto his hand. But Shawn twisted his hand out of her grasp and ran out of there. He burst into the washroom and heard small gasps and soft sobs. Shawn's heart broke; He took quick steps toward the stall and knocked. He heard a sharp gasp-- "Y/n? Honey?"

"Hello?" You squeaked out, keeping a small hope that it wasn't Shawn. "Sweetie, please open the door. For me?" You sighed and your breath shuddered. It was undoubtedly him. This was perfect- you felt even worse. You couldn't hide and you didn't have a mirror to fix yourself.

You wanted to dig a hole and die.

But you didn't have a choice now. Shawn looked up as the door clicked and you stepped out. Shawn cupped your face and studied it- you were an absolute mess.

"Shawn-"

Shawn shushed you and wiped the tears on your cheeks and kissed the red skin right under your eyes. You shivered as his cold lips touched your cheeks, and you closed your eyes as he pulled away.

"Why were you crying?" He asked directly. And you looked at the ground- You really didn't want to tell him, and lying wasn't an option because he could tell your tell on your fourth date. "Um,

I was in the stall- when some girls came into the bathroom. They started to talk- and um," You looked around uncomfortably. "I realized it was Sylvie and her friends. They said some things about me."

Shawn raised his eyebrows, "oh? What kind of things?"

"She called me a whore, and said that I was a clingy bitch and never left your side. She said that you must be," you took a deep breath. "Miserable with me." Shawn ran his hands through his hair. He couldn't believe that Sylvie would say this.

He couldn't believe that you were making these accusations.

"Are you sure it was her?" He asked. You furrowed your eyebrows. "Of course, I recognized her voice."

"But you didn't see her, did you?"

"Shawn-"

"No! Why did you always try to convince me that Sylvie hates you?"

You were completely taken back. How could he ask you this?

"You always try to tell me how bad she is-"

"I never told you that!" You shouted.

"But weren't you trying to? Weren't you? Why do you dislike her? She is one of the sweetest people I have ever met- can't you at least try to like her? At least to support me! I mean you have been nothing but unsupportive recently!" He spat at you. Your blood boiled as you heard his words. Unsupportive? "And that you bring Sylvie into all of this? God, y/n."

"Unsupportive?" You breathed. "Did you just call me unsupportive? How could you- I've always been supportive of you! I never complained when you come home so late and never texted me- I never got angry at you when you would ignore me- I always supported you through your tantrums-"

"What the fuck do you mean??"

"I'm your fucking girlfriend Shawn! I'm not your punching bag or your booty call! That whenever you want me I'll be there for you~ But it's not the way around. I always understand that your career can't always make you available, but I can't always be like this! I can't take it anymore!"

"And the fact that you don't believe me and don't fucking trust me is just-"

"God, you're such an ordinary girl," he mumbled under his breath. You looked at him, betrayal laced in your eyes. "I'm sorry, what did you say?" You asked him quietly. "You're such an ordinary girl!"

You were taken aback by his statement. An ordinary girl?

But you stayed quiet, that was your harshest answer. You were exhausted. You were tired by his actions, his expectations, and what you have faced. You couldn't do it anymore.

"If you can't handle this ordinary girl, then maybe you shouldn't be with her." You said with unshed tears in your eyes. "Maybe you should be with someone like Sylvie."

"It will be easy. She wants to be with you anyway." You said.

"What the fuck do you mean?"

You just shook your head and got out of there.

.....

Shawn was aggravated, how could you accuse Sylvie of saying such things? Shawn stormed off from the washroom after you did. His head wasn't straight at the time. Anger and frustration was running through his veins like poison. And what did you mean by that last thing you said?

"She wants to be with you anyway."

Alcohol was affecting his mind as the echo of your words ran through his ears. His head was getting dizzy. Shawn looked at the crowd and didn't find you. He panicked for awhile then remembered that you must've gone back home. Shawn wanted to ease off tonight, he had been working hard week after week. So many sleepless nights without you in his arms and he missed you so much.

But all of those sleepless nights had caught up on him and he just wanted to rest when he came back home. He didn't expect to get into that fight with you- and all that anger just wanted to be vented off.

So well, maybe Shawn realized that he had acted a bit inconsiderate.

And maybe cruel.

But she would forgive him wouldn't she?

Shawn somehow got engulfed in the crowd and was getting bumped constantly by the dancing cluster of people. He heard weird voices and someone very familiar trying to talk to him. "Shawn, buddy? Where is y/n? Are you okay?"

Shawn dismissed them and tried dancing off. Suddenly, he got pulled by someone and they started dancing with him. "Hey, Shawn." He heard someone say flirtatiously. He felt his cheeks being caressed. "Sylvie?"

"Hi silly, come on dance with me!" She said and took Shawn's hands and placed it them on her waist. "What are you doing?" Shawn asked, drunkenly. "Dancing with you, sweetie." She whispered in his ear. Shawn felt disgusted but he couldn't tell her that. He didn't want to dance with her, he wanted to dance with you. "Wait, Sylvie- I need to find y/n."

But she kept a hold on his hands. "Why? I'm here, aren't I? Anyway she left you alone." She said bitterly. "What do you mean? We just had a fight- and she said some bizarre things."

"She thought that you wanted to be with me! That's so absurd. You don't like me do you?"

Sylvie stayed silent which made Shawn panic. "Sylvi-"

She pulled him closer and whispered against his lips. "What if I do?"

Suddenly Shawn's new song started playing. It was supposed to be a surprise for you.

i wonder if you're real

Do i speak the truth or do i filter how i feel?

I wonder, wouldn't it be nice

To live inside a world that isn't black and white?

Shawn felt Sylvie's cold lips against the corner of his mouth and his whole body filled with disgust and shame. It felt wrong. It felt so wrong.

He wrote this song for you, he wanted to dance on this song with you. But you weren't here and it was all his fault. He hated himself because these words were written for you, were supposed be adored by you right now. Yet they were getting betrayed.

His heart shattered as he realized what was happening. His mind sobered up and he pushed Sylvie away with utter horror. He ran away to find you. Hoping you were home.

You weren't though.

You were walking down the quiet streets, getting drenched in rain. Tears were pouring down your face. You were so thankful that because of the rain nobody could distinguish whether the drops of water on your face were either raindrops or salty tears.

In the middle of this rain, that once you would've called so beautiful, your heart had been crushed and now fear had built. Was this the end? Were you and Shawn over?

You didn't want to think of that. But how could you not? He had totally disregarded you, over and over again. And you realized that a half-assed apology wouldn't work this time. You loved him so much.

Oh, you loved him dearly, but you had dignity and self-respect. And you were not going to let Shawn's cruel actions and your love for him to get between your self-dignity.

You sat down on one of the benches. Your sobbing wasn't stopping and you had given up now. You looked up and glanced around- The streetlights were lit, rain was dancing on the ground, and everything else was quiet.

You would've loved this. It would've been so romantic- but right now you felt empty.

Suddenly, you heard panting. Your eyes widened and you tried not to be frantic. What was it? A wild dog? "Thank god, I couldn't find you anywhere."

Your throat tightened. Shawn.

"That was the motive, Shawn." You said coldly. You didn't want to look at him. So you didn't realize that even he was crying.

"Please look at me, baby."

"What do you want?"

"You, back. Please." You stayed silent. "Love, I- When you left I got drunker and Sylvie danced with me. She-She tried to kiss me-"

Your eyes filled with tears once again. "I- You were right, baby. When she tried to kiss me, my song started to play. A new song, that I wrote for you- I didn't realize that I was hurting you and then I realized that I couldn't lose you. Those words, that-that music was composed for you, and all I wanted was you there, to be with me, in my arms to dance to that song. You're all I ever wanted, a-and I'm so sorry that I have been a total jerk to you, and I understand that you have been so patient with me and I have been taking you for granted."

"Glad you realized that."

"I'm so sorry, honey. Please give me another chance."

You stayed quiet. What he said melted your heart but you were stronger than that. You took in a deep breath albeit shaky. Restraining yourself from crying you got up, your knees weak. "Shawn, I-"

"I cannot forgive you." And because of the silence, both of your hearts shattering were audibly clear. "Just yet."

"I need time, Shawn. What you did- You didn't trust me! Your own girlfriend. I cannot forgive you just yet, and neither can I make myself trust you again. Not just like that. If you expected me to come back into your arms instantly then you were mistaken, Shawn." You said softly.

"I need time to think. And its better for now if you don't contact me for a few days." You slowly turned around. "It's best if you go back. Please take care of yourself." You said and walked away with a heavy heart.

Shawn watched as you walked away. He knew the damage he had done. He loved you so much, and he wasn't strong enough to pay the price. To stay away from you.

But he had to.

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Thanks to-

@academiaghosts

who wanted to be tagged in every one of my fics!

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alittlextrathatway · 5 months

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Line: "I close my eyes and the flashback starts." Location: hospital

This is not how Matt envisioned spending his first day home. He truly believed the worst was over now that he was back on Chicago’s hallowed ground. He and Sylvie made it through. They were together again and planning a life together. What could go wrong?

Everything. The answer is everything.

In all his time working for the CFD, he had never once heard of a bomb being mailed to anyone. But especially not a firehouse.

And now Sylvie is in the ER. He wasn’t at 51, he didn’t watch it happen, but he got a call from Stella afterward. She wasn’t sure of Sylvie’s condition. The scene was chaotic, she never saw her, but she knows she was loaded into an ambo and driven away.

Fear squeezes his heart like a vice. The waiting area is full of first responders, already wanting to know how to support 51. Thankfully, the bomb didn’t go off inside the firehouse or this could have been a lot worse. It’s all the comfort he can manage until he sets his eyes on Sylvie.

He storms through the waiting area and passes the double doors into the ED. Everyone else may be waiting patiently but he isn’t. His fiancée is through those doors. The mother of their newly adopted daughter is in danger. He’d take a sledge to the hospital wall to get to her if he had to. There’s no stopping him.

Maggie must have predicted he would barge in as he pleased because she’s waiting for him in front of the nurse’s station.

“Kidd said Sylvie’s—“

“She’s fine, Casey. She’s okay.”

“No offense, Maggie, but I’d like to judge that for myself.”

She points behind him to Trauma 3 and Matt hurriedly spins around. The flashback hits him with as much force as a halligan to the head. It takes him back to that day, years ago now, where she fell through the floor. The day he had to watch her cry through tears of physical pain. The day they lost Otis.

Because sitting on the hospital bed, feet dangling over the edge, is Sylvie. Her arm in a sling, her face covered in dust, and tears in her eyes. She looks small and scared but whole. Blessedly whole.

“Thank god,” Matt mutters, taking a deep breath as he steps into the small room.

“Matt!” Sylvie exclaims, throwing her good arm around him.

“Hey,” he says, pulling her as close as he can without jostling her arm. The same arm she broke in the Arnow collapse. “I’m here.” He leans back and frames her face with his hands, thumbs swiping at tracks of tears on her cheeks. “Are you okay? What happened?”

“That poor delivery driver,” she says, with a shaky inhale. She pauses to exhale, willing herself to calm down. “I don’t think it was supposed to happen that way, Matt. He picked up the package and turned to face the house and then…all of a sudden I was thrown into the back of the open ambo. My elbow slammed into the stretcher and now I’m here. God, it happened so fast I don’t even know if — oh god, how’s everyone else? Do you know? Have you talked to anyone?”

He closes his eyes, imagining all the ways today could have cost him everything, and then forces the images away. Right now, Sylvie needs him and panicking over how close he came to a life without her won’t help. He kisses her grimey forehead and then presses his against her temple, pressing her to his side.

“Just Stella. She didn’t know much either. The scene at 51 is chaos and she’s working with Boden to try and get a head count.”

Sylvie rubs her good hand across her forehead as she takes in the only new information he has. “Well,” she says meeting his eyes with a loud sniffle. “Welcome home, I guess. Some first day, huh?”

“Any day you’re with me is better than most,” he assures her. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” she replies, relaxing into his arms. “God, I’m glad you’re here. I don’t know if I could handle this without you.”

He’s glad he’s here too. He can’t imagine hearing about this from the other side of the country. Now, more than ever, he’s glad he came to his senses and proposed. From here on out, they’ll never have to deal with a crisis like this alone again. They’ll always figure it out. Together.

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This is kinda based on some things I’ve seen and heard about 12x01 filming. As usual, I’m probably wrong lol.

Send me a Taylor Swift or Kelsea Ballerini lyric and location to my ask box! I’ll write you a Brettsey fic too! 💗

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Only One I Want: He Who Remains/Kang x Reader

Summary: You’ve been living with your husband at the end of time for millennia, but all that might come crashing down as the Lokis seek revenge on the TVA.

Words: 600+

Warnings: Not happy ending :(

Author’s Notes: Kang is the latest character I’m severely not normal about so here I am returning to fanfic writing so I can contribute to the small collection of fics for him. This one is technically a He Who Remains fic and I’m also working on a Kang the Conqueror one as well. Anyways enjoy :)

You knew what was coming.

Everything you’ve built together—well—mostly him, might be gone within minutes.

You always knew it could happen. Someone gets a little too curious about the TVA, finds the man behind it, and without truly considering the consequences will inevitably kill him. It’s the story you hoped you’d never have to see play out.

But today you just might, because two Loki variants are fighting their way in as you speak.

You’re not ready to give it all up. You’ve had a wonderful, peaceful life together at the end of time for eons. You’ve always believed in your husband’s mission, and hoped you could just watch over the Sacred Timeline with him for eternity.

Instead, today might be your goodbye.

“You know, there is a chance they won’t kill me,” he smirks at you in an attempt to lighten the mood.

“You don’t have to keep lying,” you wipe a tear from your cheek, hoping it’s the last one so you can appear confident for your intruders. “They both seem pretty mad, especially the blonde one,”

“I know,” he nods. “But we’ve talked about this, no matter what this isn’t the end-”

He’s cut off by Miss Minutes, coming to tell you the Lokis have entered the Citadel.

He gives you a quick kiss before going down to meet them, and you’re left to wait and see if they’ll at least let him live through the elevator.

To your relief, they do, so your husband introduces you and leads the Lokis over to his desk.

He explains to them everything he’s built, the history of his variants, and why the TVA exists. He gets quite a few sneers and comments from Sylvie, but surprisingly the other Loki seems to be hearing him out.

He offers them the job of ruling the timeline together, and informing them that if they don’t and decide to kill him instead, another multiversal war will break out.

Unfortunately, only one of the Lokis seems to believe him and take this prospect seriously.

Soon enough a fight breaks out between the two of them, with Sylvie repeatedly trying to stab your husband and Loki stopping her. You stand in front of him, gripping his hand behind your back, ignoring his whispers to just let things play out. You’re not letting him go without a battle of your own.

Loki begs her to think things through while she accuses him of just trying to get power, to no avail. She kisses him, eliciting a gasp from you, before she uses your husband’s tempad to throw Loki back to the TVA.

She starts walking towards the both of you slowly, and the tears start falling once again.

“Sylvie please,” you extend an arm out. “Please don’t kill him-”

“I have no quarrel with you,” she glares. “You’re not the one who designed the genocide of the multiverse, just get out of my way,”

You turn back to your husband, screaming, “Why aren’t you fighting for your life?! Don’t you love me and want to stay with me?”

“Darling,” he takes your face in his hands. “I may be gone, but there will be trillions of me across the multiverse who will love you,”

You shake your head, leaning into his touch, “But you’re the only one I want,”

Sylvie shoves you out of the way, before you can even have one last kiss. Within a minute, she stabs him in the heart and your husband is dead.

You watch through blurry vision as the timeline branches out uncontrollably.

“Do you realize what you’ve done?!” you shout at her, pointing through the window.

“I do,” she smiles. “And it felt good.”

(Thank you for reading! Requests are currently closed, but my askbox is open for suggestions. I just can’t promise or guarantee I’ll write it because I’m very busy with college.)

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ladylovesloki · 1 year

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Something Real: Chapter Nineteen

Pairings: Loki X Reader

Warnings: Language?

Summary: A plan.

A/N: I believe there will be one more chapter after this one and then I’ll officially end part one of this story. Thank you all again for continuing to read! Thank you for all of the comments and reblogs 💚

Masterlist

“Loki!…”

“Loki….wake up! Brother!”

Thor’s voice is nothing but an echo that is steadily getting louder and louder. And then he feels his body being shaken, strong hands have him by the shoulders trying to bring him back to the surface. Finally everything came back just as quickly and almost as violently as he went out. Thor’s voice is now at few volume.

“Loki?! Brother please!”

“Maybe you shouldn’t shake him like that?…”, he hears Val suggest.

“Yes…brother….please…..you should listen to our King..”, Loki rasps through being shook.

Thor’s eyes widen, “Loki?…Loki, can you hear me?”

“Yes oaf…get off!”, Loki shoves Thor away with as much strength as he could muster…which wasn’t much.

“Brother..what happened?”..

Loki took a moment to collect himself and looked back over to Maza who was still sitting across from him, still bound to her chair.

“I was careless..I should’ve known she would have defenses built up to keep me out. But I don’t think you prepared yourself for one thing…”

Maza’s smile never falls, “oh?…and what’s that?”

Loki smiles, “her.”

Maza follows Loki’s gaze until she is looking over her shoulder to find Sylvie staring down at her with a joyous smile.

“Hello again.”, Sylvie says sweetly to her.

Maza looks over to Loki again, “Loki I know everything that you’re capable of..even your variants.”

“You might be surprised, Sylvie has some tricks of her own..she is a Loki after all.”

Maza’s eyes widen slightly, the first time Loki can sense a bit of fear in her. She looks up to Sylvie who is already in motion and uses her abilities to access Maza’s memories. Sylvie closed her eyes and took in everything she was being shown until she sees something that makes her release Maza like she was on fire. Sylvie turns her body away abruptly while she gathers her thoughts.

“Well? What did you see?”, Loki demands. He has regained his energy and was now on his feet moving towards Sylvie. When he reaches her he grabs her by the shoulders and spins her around only to be met with sad eyes.

Loki’s heart stops, “what? What is it?”

Sylvie takes a breath, “the only way to break the curse is for y/n to receive a kiss from her one true love.”

“Cheesy. Easy. But cheesy. Come on then lover boy, lets get you back to the hospital..”, Val motions to Loki.

Loki rolls his eyes and goes to walk towards the cells exit but Sylvie stops him. When he looks to her he still sees sadness in her eyes.

“It’s not that simple…the kiss needs to come from her true love.”, Sylvie says slowly.

Loki looks at her confused, “yes and I am her true love.”

Sylvie shakes her head, “not on this timeline…on your timeline, you would be correct but…Loki you don’t belong in this time. Her true love died…”

Loki’s forehead creases with confusion, “no…that doesn’t…she is mine…and I am hers…in every timeline…”

Sylvie just stares at him sadly.

“Then what?…that’s it?…y/n is never going to wake?”, Loki asks her angrily now. Angered by her silence.

Sylvie continues to look at him sadly and whispers, “I’m sorry..”

“No…there has to be another way.”, Thor speaks to the room.

“There isn’t one. I made sure of it.”, Maza says through her smile.

Val punches her across her jaw, knocking her out cold, “enough of that…there has to be another way.”

Loki starts to pace, his mind racing with everything and nothing.

It all seemed hopeless..and then.

“Sylvie…do you still have you tempad?”

Sylvie looks to him, “no…don’t even think about it.”

“What other option do we have?”, Loki questions.

Sylvie looks at him for a moment, “how do you suggest we do this? You mean to kidnap yourself?”

Val and Thor glance at each other for a moment, both with confused looks on their faces. Val raises her hand, “umm hello? Want to inform the rest of the class?”

“Sylvie has a device that can bring us back to a specific time on this timeline, we can go back, convince that variant to travel with us here and wake up y/n.”

“And what if that variant decides he doesn’t want to go back? Hm..what then?”

“Maybe we bring y/n to him?”, Thor suggests.

“No, out of the question, we bring the variant here. You tell him nothing about his…end.”, Loki demands.

“And how do you convince him to help?”, Thor asks.

“Simple..we won’t be the ones to ask him.”, Loki answers vaguely.

“Who?”, Thor asks. Irritated with his brothers way of speaking in riddles.

“Who was the one being in any universe who could tell me to do anything?”, Loki asks his clueless brother.

Thor takes a second, his eyebrows furrowed showing how hard he was truly thinking of the answer and then it hits him.

Thor’s eyes light up in understanding, “mother.”

A statement. Not a question.

Loki nods, “we go back to before mother died and have her convince him to help.”

Thor nods in agreement, “yes. When do we leave?”.

“Hold on. We all haven’t agreed to this plan of yours and the last time I checked you still haven’t asked me if you could use my tempad…”, Sylvie interrupts the brothers.

Loki stalks over to her, “do you mean to keep it from me? The only way to bring back the mother of my children? Count your blessings that I have not ripped it from your dead corpse.”, Loki sneers at her.

When he gets within reaching distance of Sylvie, Val steps in between them. “Enough.”, she then looks to Sylvie, “it’s a good plan love…please?”.

Sylvie continues her stare down with Loki but as soon as she hears the please leave Val’s lips she looks to her lover and her gaze softens. “Fine…but I’m coming with you.”

“Absolutely not, Thor and I will be going.”, Loki immediately argues back.

“If you think I’m going to let you leave with my tempad you’re more delusional than I thought you were.”, Sylvie says, standing her ground on the matter.

Loki is shaking his head, “no, I won’t have you do something there that could damage our reality here. No.”

“Sylvie…I need you here. I don’t trust Maza, even with her being locked in here..I would feel better if at least I had one Loki here to keep her in check.”, Val tries to mediate.

Sylvie once again looks at Val, this time unsure of how she wanted to do in the situation. She has trusted Loki before. She thinks about the moment when they were stuck in the Void and she passed over the tempad to Loki to give him a chance to escape. He chose to stay by her side, to trust her when she said she could enchant Alioth. Something inside of her now is telling her to trust him again. She looks at him for a long moment, “fine.”

Loki nods at her and holds out his hand, knowing she kept it on her person. He would…

She rolls her eyes and reaches behind her and pulls out her tempad, she passes it to Loki after slight hesitation. Before he can take it from her grasp, she holds on tight for a moment and leans in, “no funny business yeah? I’m getting this back as soon as this is done.”

Loki smiles at her, “of course…”.

Sylvie releases the tempad and Loki attaches it to his hand. He looks over to Thor, “ready?”

Thor nods his response.

Loki looks back to Val and Sylvie, “protect my children. We won’t be long.”

Sylvie and Val both nod and Loki looks down at the tempad putting in the information the device needs to get him to the time and place he needed. Once the orange door emerges, he looks to his brother who has a look of hesitation on his face.

“Don’t worry brother, all will be well.”, he’s not sure why he feels he needs to comfort Thor in that moment…maybe he was trying to comfort himself a little as well. This truly was their last chance.

Thor steels his face and joins his brother in front of the mysterious door, “let’s go.”

Loki and Thor step through the door and immediately recognize the room they have entered, “the library brother…really?”

“It’s the only place I know you certainly wouldn’t be at any time of day.”

“Shut up.”

“Thor..we need to be careful.”, Loki tries to warn him.

“I know, I know. You forget I had to travel time myself when we defeated Thanos.”

“Ah yes..how could I forget. Alright..first we must find mother, she should be in her rooms at this time.”

Thor agrees and they make their way quietly to their mothers rooms, very careful to not be seen. Loki disguises them both to be sure they were not spotted.

“How far back in time did you bring us brother?”

“Not long before your failed coronation…”

“You mean the coronation that you ruined brother?”

“Semantics. Here we are.”, Loki announces when they reach Frigga’s rooms.

The guards at the door looked at the two approaching and thanks to Loki’s charms they both looked like they were palace guards themselves. Loki walks up to one of the guards, “you both are to report to the dungeons for incoming prisoners at intake.”, Loki also disguises his voice to be sure he would not be recognized in the slightest.

The guard looked to Loki confused, “who’s orders?”

“General Vidar.”, Loki says confidently, knowing exactly who would be this guards superior.

The guard nods and looks over to his counterpart who also gives a nod. They both leave their posts in the direction of the dungeons. Loki smiles and Thor and they both walk in Frigga’s rooms. They walk in to the beautiful sitting room and what they both see steals their breathes away. It’s nothing dramatic or awe inducing. It’s just their mother. Silently reading on one of her grand couches, enjoying a silent early afternoon before her busy day begins. She looks up and looks at the two guards intruding on her serenity. She could sense the charm that Loki was using to disguise them and decided to approach the situation with caution.

“Yes?”, Frigga asks the two.

“Your majesty..”, Loki breathes out. Still stunned by his mothers appearance. He thought he would be prepared to see her, that he would be able to ignore the aching in his chest the moment he set eyes on her. How much he has missed her. He wanted nothing more than to go back and fix what he destroyed, if he had not let the frost giants in that day…if he had not let go…who knows where they would be now. But then your face clouds his vision, had he not made those decisions who knows if he would have ever met you. He would not have his family now. Loki focuses on the situation and drops the charm on Thor and himself.

“Mother.”

“Loki? What is this about? What..are you both wearing?..”, confused by her sons Midgardian clothing.

“Mother please, we don’t have much time to explain.”, Loki walks over and sits in the seat closest to the couch Frigga was currently seated in.

“What has happened?”, she looks between her sons. Thor takes a seat next to Frigga on the couch.

Loki takes a deep breath, “we are from the future…and we need your help to convince me from this time to help.”

“Help with what exactly?”

“The woman I love, the mother of my children has been cursed and he is the only one that can save her.”, Loki starts to explain, “you see, a witch placed a curse on an Apple of Idunn. My lady is Midgardian and this witch disguised herself as someone we trusted and gifted her with the apple. The next morning my love would not wake…”

“Gods..do you know what curse she used?”

Loki nods and looks at her sadly, “yes…the only way for her to wake is for her to receive a kiss from her true love.”

Frigga looks at him confused, “but…I don’t understand…”

Loki looks down, “I am not the Loki from this timeline…I am from a different universe entirely. In my universe I never had to chance to be with y/n…my entire universe was destroyed..”

“Oh my son…I am so sorry.”

A tear tracks down Loki’s cheek, Frigga sees it and reaches out to brush it away. Loki closes his eyes, taking in every moment with his mother. Memorizing the feel of her hand on his cheek, she dries more tears as they fall and when he opens his eyes to look at her he sees the love he has been so desperate to see since he left Asgard.

Thor clears his throat, “we must hurry brother…the longer we stay the riskier this endeavor becomes.”

Loki nods in agreement and looks back to Frigga who looks back at him with determination in her eyes, “what do you need me to do.”

“We just need you to convince me from this time to come back with us, wake y/n and then come back to this time with no fuss.”

“Yes, I see why you have come to me for help with this. Convincing him to go won’t be the problem, it will be convincing him to come back…it’s too easy of an opportunity for him to cause mischief and when the multiverse is involved…”.

Loki nods at his mother, “yes, please mother. He has to help us, my children depend on it.”

When he spoke the words about her grandchildren, Frigga’s eyes lit up. “Wait here.”, Frigga says and then stands gracefully making her way out to the next room where her ladies in waiting are…well…waiting.

“Ladies, would one of you be a dear and please tell Prince Loki I wish to see him here immediately.”

One of the young girls curtesy’s to the Queen, “yes Your Majesty.”. She makes her way out of the room and one of the other ladies stands to address the Allmother. “Would you like us to set out refreshments Allmother?”, the girl asks sweetly.

“No dear, thank you. In fact you are all excused until the midday meal.”, she excuses her ladies.

The three ladies all curtsy to the Queen and leave the room. After they leave Frigga goes back to the sitting room where her sons are waiting. Frigga looks to Loki, “I would cast that illusion charm on you and Thor again if I were you. I’m not quite sure how he is going to react to all of this.”

“What are we telling him exactly?”, Thor asks.

“We cannot lie to him, he will know immediately.”, Frigga points out but Loki looks at his mother with confusion and slight hurt.

“But you do have a spell to hide the lie…do you not?”, he asks her with a little more hurt than he intended.

Frigga looks at him confused, “not that I am aware of…no.”

Loki couldn’t sense a lie but this wouldn’t be the first time and his anxiety over the whole situation is making him question everything.

“Maybe she has not discovered it yet brother..”, Thor suggests sensing his brothers feeling of betrayal.

Frigga looks to Loki, “what spell do you speak of?”

“We have come across an individual in our time that used a spell from one of your books that gave the caster the ability to cloak their lies. The same person who used an illusion to make themselves take on the look of a trusted friend in order to get the apple to y/n without suspicion.”, Loki explained to her.

“Hmm…”, Frigga goes to moves into another room and comes back with the very book Loki was speaking of and passes it to him. He immediately starts to jump to the page he knows where the spell resides but finds a blank page.

“It’s not here.”, Loki says with confusion.

“Maybe I have not yet discovered it..I’m sorry my son, it seems we might have to find another way to convince him.”

Knock knock knock

All three turn their heads to the door.

“Mother? You wished to see me?”, the Loki from this time says from the other side of the door.

“Yes my dear, just a moment.”, she looks to her two sons from the future. “I feel honesty might be our best option here.”

Loki looks to her surprised but does not know of another option, he decides to trust his mothers instincts. He nods and looks to Thor who also nods in agreement.

“Go wait in the other room there, seeing another version of himself might have a negative reaction.”

The brothers do as their mother says and move to the other room, closing the door behind them. Once she hears the door close she calls the son from her time into the room. “Come in my dear.”, Loki enters the room. Her youngest son with his always pristine hair and clothing walks through the door with a sheepish smile on his face.

“Whatever Thor says I did I assure you mother he deserved it.”, Loki comes in assuming he was in for another scolding for a recent prank he had played on his brother and his nitwit friends.

Frigga smiles, “your brother has not reported anything..yet…no my son I called you here for a different matter. It is most serious.”

His eyebrows furrow in confusion and he moves to take a seat next to her. He takes one of her hands placed gracefully in her lap and looks in her eyes with concern, “is everything alright with father?”.

Thor on the other side of the door looks over to his brother and sees a flash of her in his eyes when he hears his younger self asking about their father. He has not yet discovered his true heritage so the love he had for Odin had not yet been fully tarnished. This younger Loki was at a point in his life when he was still doing everything within his power to prove to his father he was his rightful heir. Desperate to receive praise and love from his father who was so ready and willing to give it to his older brother who only needed to exist to get his fathers love and praise. Thor sees Loki close his eyes and take a deep breath, assuming he was trying to push down those hurtful memories for the sake of his beloved. Thor refocuses on the conversation in the next room..

Frigga smiles at her son, “your father is fine Loki, I’m afraid what I tell you needs to stay a secret between us. Forever.”

Loki’s face changes from worry to seriousness, “of course mother. Anything we speak of will remain between us. What is it?”

“I was visited by well you…and your brother…from a different time.”, Frigga slowly starts to explain.

Loki’s eyes get larger for a moment but he stays silent, patiently waiting for his mother to explain.

“You see, a young woman from their time needs your help.”, she continues to explain.

“My help? What does a woman from a different time need from me?”, he asks. Suspicion clearly growing in his voice.

“Well…the request is very simple really.”

Loki’s eyebrows shoot up, “the suspense his killing me mother.”

“They need you to come with them to their time and give a beautiful young midgardian lady a kiss.”

Loki’s face deadpans, “I beg your pardon.”

Frigga giggles, “you heard me correctly my son. This young woman has been cursed and she requires a kiss from you to awaken.”

“But..you said you were visited by the future version of myself…yes?”. Frigga nods and his confusion only grows. “So why is it they require me to go to their time to save a girl who I don’t know when they already have a me to fix their little problem?”

“…I can’t tell you…”, she says bashfully.

“You can’t tell me? Why not?”

“It’s too much of a risk. Any changes to this timeline could have detrimental effect to our existence. I have told you all I can tell you. You must trust me in this if you decide to help them.”

“And if I don’t?..why should I care if this woman ever wakes or not.”

“Because she is your salvation.”, Loki steps out from the other room with Thor fumbling behind him trying to pull him back into the room.

The younger Loki stands when the two come crashing in, his guard already up. He looks to his mother who is slowly rising from her seat. She takes his hands in hers, “my son..I need you to do this for me…for you..without question.”

Loki looks at his mother, then to his future brother and self, “what do you mean?”

“You’ll see..eventually…”, Loki responds vaguely.

Past Loki takes a breath and looks to his mother again, “alright…when do we leave?”

“Now preferably, the sooner this is over the better. Less risk to damaging the timeline.”, Loki answers.

Past Loki looks down to his mother, “I will see you when I return.”

“Oh she’s coming with us.”, Loki interjects to which his other self and Frigga look to him with surprise in their eyes. They both assumed they would just want Loki to go with them.

“Call it an assurance you will…behave…you and I both know you are less apt to cause mischief with mother present.”

“And where is your mother exactly?”, Loki asks hoping he will be able to get another glimpse into his future life.

Loki looks down, “she is…unavailable at the moment. We must go.”

One more moment of hesitation from Past Loki and then he gives a slight nod, indicating his was ready to get this over with. He looks at this other self and sees him bring his wrist up to activate the device wrapped around it. Shortly after that an orange door appears in the center of the room.

“Let’s go.”, Loki walks over to the timedoor and holds his arm out for his mother to take. She smiles and takes his offered arm, he smiles down at her and then they both walk through the awaiting door together.

To be continued…

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sylvienerevarine · 9 months

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A delightful new tag game from @dirty-bosmer!!! You know I can't resist the urge to share quotes from A Respectable Lady's Guide to Skyrim.

I shall tag: @kookaburra1701, @blossom-adventures, @druidx, and @hannahcbrown

The rules are to share:

A line from your fic that makes you laugh

I have come up with so many terrible, terrible puns. Here's my favorite.

"We’re off to Labyrinthian to find the Staff of Magnus, as per the Synod fellow’s instructions.” “That ought to be pretty hard,” said Sophrine. “I mean, you know what they say.” Olaf sighed, clearly aware a joke was on its way. “What’s that?” “You just can’t get the staff these days.”

A line from your fic that makes you sad

She felt a large, warm hand cup her chin, tilting her face up. Roggi lowered his head to kiss her briefly, almost reverently, for what she knew was the last time. “Hail, Dragonborn,” he said softly.

Sometimes you just have to dump your boyfriend in order to save his life. Maybe.

A line from your fic you're proud of

“I’m a dragon!” Sophrine cried. “You called me a miracle and vowed to serve me, even when you knew all along I have a dragon’s soul!"

Delphine, please get your act together and be cool about dragons for once.

A line from your fic you think could have been better

Any of the ones where I'm trying to get the characters to a second location. Why is it so hard to write about the squad heading from the kitchen to the living room.

A line from your fic that makes you want to punch a character

“You know nothing about me, or the reasons for my actions,” Ulfric said icily. “I am a trueborn son of Skyrim who has dedicated my life to our independence. You are a self-righteous mongrel foreigner.”

Am I character-assassinating Ulfric? That's a matter for the courts.

A line from your fic that makes you go 'aww'

The Volkihar family had never deserved Serana. Maybe the Aulettes could.

Serana is my sister and my babygirl and Sophrine has adopted her.

A line from your fic that's full of symbolism

But hearing Esbern say it out loud was like listening to her own death sentence being pronounced. Again.

One theme that surfaces occasionally in ARLGS is that Sophrine feels like she never really escaped her death sentence at Helgen; it just keeps popping back up in the form of Fate and Destiny.

A line from your fic that contains an Easter egg

"We’ve even got an arena in New Sheoth these days. Ben set it up–you remember your cousin Benethir?”

Adoring Fan from Oblivion shoutouts? In my Skyrim fic? It's more likely than you think!

A line from your fic that's shocking

By the time they reached the outskirts of the city, Sophrine had realized two things: one, that she desperately needed to gather ingredients for the family-planning potion her mother had taught her, and two, that a girl could really get used to being taken up against a tree several times a day.

Sophrine, you are such a ho sometimes and we love you for it.

A line from your fic you want to talk about more

“Too bad!” she boomed, her voice filling the cavern. “Do you think I wanted Saint Nerevar’s memories instead of my own? Do you think your aunt planned to be in the same prison cell as the emperor’s escape route? People like us don’t choose what makes us different. We simply do what has to be done.”

Nana Sylvie's appearance in ARLGS was one of my all-time favorite things to write and I think we should all be talking about it more, frankly.

#my writing #oc: sophrine #oc: sylvie

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mobius-m-mobius · 5 months

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Pt 2:

(Okay I'm sorry this length is actually a bit absurd. As you can see my mind is SPINNING and this may have gotten. Out of hand. Please do feel free to ignore me, I promise I won't take it personally 😆😆)

So here’s the thing. In Loki and Sylvie’s first full episode together, I read the nexus event as being Loki experiencing self-love for once in his existence. Until events unfolded and I sighed and resigned myself to the inevitable heterosexuality of fit all. But.

Consider it from Loki’s perspective. You find yourself caring for this person who is and isn’t yourself. And it’s nice, at the end of all things, to care. Then the most emotionally intelligent man you know is insisting you’ve fallen in love with her. And gosh golly gee that is NOT what you thought was going on there, but you’re new to this whole letting yourself care schtick—how would you know?

Then, a miracle—against all the odds in the universe, Mobius decides to trust you after all. To fight by your side.

And within seconds, it gets him killed.

It feels like everything is over, and you don’t understand why. But it isn’t. The world is still falling apart, and Sylvie is still trapped, and whatever the way in which you care for her, you do care. And Mobius—he is dead. And nearly the last thing he said to you was that he thinks the love between you and Sylvie could save the universe. So what else can you do? You have to try. For both of them.

So you go to Sylvie, and it’s hard to get the words out, and it doesn’t feel quite right, but you try to tell her—

Your maybe universe-saving hopefully-actually-true love confession is cut off, and things get a bit wonky after that. And in the meantime there is another miracle—Mobius is alive after all.

But the universe still isn’t saved. And Mobius isn’t dead, but you thought he was, and you’ve been so viscerally reminded that to love is to lose. And anyway—before his seeming death the last thing Mobius said was that if he could go anywhere, it would be to his own life. Those scant moments when it seemed you might move forward side by side were illusion indeed. Mobius has a life of his own, in which you have no part.

So you turn to this other self, and say, ‘will you stay will me, after?’

She isn’t you. But perhaps she’s near enough to stay. No one else will.

Then you have the Sylkie kiss, which frankly imo barely counts as evidence on its own. When Sylvie finds out about Mobius’ nexus event theory she immediately goes to Loki to say ‘yeahhhhhhh so lets not do that bud … hey did you notice how much Mobius cares about you? 😃” Lok got a little confused, but Sylvie doesn’t seem, to me, to ever have thought her feelings for Loki were romantic. And when she kisses him, it’s a betrayal. Giving him what he seems to want as a distraction for the sake of her own ends.

And so he can’t trust her, and she won’t trust him, and there is no safety in running to himself to avert his loneliness. And he kissed her, and the universe isn’t saved.

And the lonely god runs straight on back to Mobius. And he might have still been sorting his head out a bit in the first two eps of s2, yet. He never leaves Mobius’ side again. Not until it is only way to save him. Not until he has spent centuries searching desperately for a way to stay by his side.

Wouldn't dream of ignoring you, absolutely love hearing the thought process people go through while watching or rewatching the show (starting another rewatch of my own soon!) and found myself noticing many of the same things you've mentioned especially regarding Sylvie as a representation of Loki coming to terms with self love for the first time which then led to the actualization of forming the kind of emotional connection and openness with Mobius that romantic love can build on.

Will reply to both parts of your ask here (linking part 1 just in case anyone hasn't seen it) and absolutely believe you're right in that while Loki would've always had potential escape from the methods and mistrust of the TVA in the back of his mind, he was very rapidly starting to separate Mobius from being part of the collective because there were too many genuine moments building between them to ever be in line with what the TVA would normally allow.

(adding a read more bc, well, it's me so we know this is getting long)

The shot in Roxxcart that lingers on Loki watching Mobius walk away after their discussion of trust always stuck with me because at that point I was under the assumption Loki was grappling with awareness the mission could be an opportunity of escape and for the first time didn't actually *want* to leave but had no idea how to process the feelings that had developed from being in a partnership of mutual respect and further taken a hit with the reminder that Mobius is still a major part of the TVA, and no one at the TVA will ever fully trust him.

Funnily enough even though it's kind of a running joke that Mobius had fallen for Loki before they even met (and he absolutely had 😅), the fact that it really was something more always came across as almost subconscious for him?? Loki knew what they had but panicked, never having experienced anything of that level before and not knowing what to do with any of it while Mobius has repressed his feelings about, well, everything for so long just to cope with life at the TVA it's hard for him to picture anything outside their rule.

I never saw Loki taking off after Sylvie as anything more than the chance to escape what could, or in his mind at that moment couldn't, grow with Mobius while taking a perfect opportunity to explore curiosity on his part as to who this is, whether she's useful, and how she connects to being a Loki and from that point on we continue to see in his interactions with Sylvie they mirror each other at various stages of life.

If anything his clear hesitation at leaving Mobius definitely made the betrayal sting that much more, which is why Mobius lashed out so openly during the next interrogation without even bothering to hide his hurt and I've always thought the moment where Mobius calls him out for being a bad friend in front of the guards is when it actually clicks with Loki that he may have ruined something big, something important between them if Mobius is willing to not just admit to them having a real connection in front of people who would almost certainly report something like that but consider him a friend to have trust in for the time in his life. So he risks it all trying to convince Mobius to trust him one more time and thinks he failed like usual, only to have Mobius come back with faith in who he can be, faith Loki doesn't feel he deserves but gladly takes which leads directly to Mobius getting pruned trying to protect him.

And I love how you phrased this section because exactly, Loki is so completely lost and torn apart in a way like never before after watching Mobius die. Sylvie is the only anchor to anything left, and Mobius had just (misguidedly, but still lol) told him the two of them could make a difference so that's exactly what Loki tries to do but every time he attempts to involve some level of emotion like the possible confession before also getting pruned or discussing their nexus event it's immediately cut off and for good reason; because that's not who those feelings are meant for. It's important to note as well that when Sylvie tells Loki how much Mobius cares about him, it isn't brushed aside or joked about but instead allowed to land and breathe in that moment because they know how true it is, but also that Loki isn't ready to face that yet.

Then at the citadel (and didn't s2 go a long way toward erasing pretty much all the implications meant here besides the fact that they'll never see eye to eye 😂) Loki and Sylvie immediately clash, with both of them openly wondering why they can't trust each other. Loki's frustration is clear because if he had been talking to Mobius instead they could take some time so things wouldn't have reached this point but he isn't, so he and Sylvie come to blows.

In my opinion Sylvie had never seen Loki in a romantic light either or even wanted to consider the possibility, but she did notice his constant struggle to reconcile feelings that did exist for Mobius and took advantage as a distraction and mirror to the Roxxcart grocery store divorce which leaves Loki confused and alone, processing what's just happened as he realizes despite everything his trust in Mobius has never wavered and never will. He races towards him only to finally know what it does feel like to look into his eyes and find that trust fully missing, so once he gets his Mobius back he spends almost every moment of s2 as close to his side as possible until he's forced to give him up, but as you said not until he's exhausted centuries seeking a way to stay. It's clear both of their endings are to be left wanting and waiting which is the most tragic way to have Lokius confirmed but we can only hope sooner rather than later they have a chance to work their way back to each other 🥰

#congrats on taking the title of longest ask! you beat out a previous night at the museum one that i really thought would hang in there 😂💖#this was tons of fun to read and reply to so tysm for sharing your thoughts and i've always felt the reason lokius is such a strong pair #is because even in a limited series they actually had time to sit on their feelings and process what they WANT to mean to each other #and once they've figured it out you see right away in s02e01 you can't part them their devotion to each other is like none other 🥺#loki spoilers #ask

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