#but do keep talking and questioning do not let yourself be silenced use your observational skills and critical thinking

[consult-sherlockholmes]

Just a note to let you know how much you are missed. I understand it's a hard situation at the moment, but despite what has happened, you are still loved by so many. I hope to see you posting again at some point, I miss your sense of humor, your brilliance, and your great heart. Don't let the others force you into silence, that's what they want.

Signed, a fan from the beginning.

Also been blocked from the other's blogs, for unknown reasons other than continuing to enjoy reading your posts. So I'll definitely continue to support you.

Thank you for your kind words. I appreciate them a lot. You know I am usually not a person of sentiment, but this message does make me experience that. Maybe this situation has taken its toll on me, making me more sentimental and emotional. Sentiment, the grit on the lens, the fly in the ointment, and now it's affecting me as well. Or maybe it's just the flattering words that affect me. Either way, thank you, you are a great help in these times.

I will not let them silence me any longer. My silence is over now.

There is quite a lot to deduce from the information you provided. I think it's quite obvious to most of you what those actions of blocking followers mean.

[frmisnow]

✧˖ ?! — I'M A GOD AWFUL GUILTY FOOL FOR YOU. - (ANGST / SUGGESTIVE)

— ‧₊˚ — 🌼: " why do you torture me like this ??"

summary. your sisters arranged husband being your long lived past fuck buddy was def. not on your bingo card- neither was him showing up at your apartment entrance every once in a while, begging to let him talk to you

notes. FOR THE CHEOL GIRLIES!!!!! and first slightly angsty work...what do we think??

warnings/includes. non idol! seungcheol x f! reader, forbbiden love kindaaa?? + fuck buddies if you squint, making out

"please leave" you shake your head, avoiding his eyes and body standing at the entrance of your apartment- no, you couldn't dare look into the eyes of the man your sister would soon marry- her fiance. granted, arranged marriage- yet nonetheless.

you look him in the eyes just once, "please leave" you repeated weakly once more, as if he didn't hear you first time.

he takes a step forward, the scent of his oh so familar cologne tickling the nerves in your nose, expression softening, "I can't," he murmured, his voice barely audible, "not without speaking to you first-"

"You have spoken to me enough and you know just how it always ends" you respond, gaze still avoiding his as you could hear him let out a little sigh like he was exhausted,  "then I will talk and you can ignore me" that tone practically pleading.

finally looking up to him, eyes begging "why do you always have to make it hard for me?"

"I could ask you the same"

truly you didn't knew how to respond, it was an endless cycle, one you falters comes to the others house in the middle of the night, you both fuck so roughly that you both can't forget about it though you know it's a mistake and the cycle repeats.

so you keep your mouth shut, walking away from the entrance door to your kitchen as he follows you like a dog and you pour yourself a scotch, though you never usually used to drink.

he stood against the kitchen counter, observing you, his eyes trailing to you as you poured the liquid into the glass, he watched without judgement while you took a longgg sip.

this cycle had gone on for months fuck maybe years now. you can't remember, you can't keep track all you know is that each time it happens- it's like something primal takes over. your anger and guilt are stripped away and you crave him so bad that nothing matters.

you shook your head to forget about all the memories, all the nights - silently pouring scotch into a second glass, again without any eye contact swiping it over the desk to him.

cheol took it instantly like he could def. take some alcohol rn and took a sip, it tasted as good as always, he always liked the specific scotch you always had in the kitchen. "it's my favorite, you know that right?"

"i know" your voice almost uncounciously empathized the 'i' which stung considering that his fiance probably didn't.

his grip tightened around the glass, he didn't want to admit it but your voice almost made him want to drop the glass onto the ground. he sighed, staring at the scotch, "why do you torture me like this?"

"fuck," you mutter under your breath, covering your face with your hands, rubbing over it shortly like trying to wash it till your eyes finally meet his and your tone becomes louder in frustration: "better question: why do you always show up? why are you always there in the right moment at the right time to find a weak unstable me? damn it, why do you always have to look like that?"

and though cheol was pleading with his eyes earlier for you to look at him now that you finally did- he looked away, shame painted his features and you hated the fact that your heart grew tighter.

for a moment he couldn't form a word or respond in any way, guilt hitting him as his silence stretched out. he closed his eyes, the truth of your question hitting him hard. "I'm a fool" he said simply after a moment

and you hated the fact that you wanted to hug him till you couldn't breathe, you hated the fact that you wanted to bury your face in the crotch of his neck, you hated the fact that you wanted to kiss him till your lips were numb.

he swallowed hard and opened his eyes, looking at you again, but only for a second before looking away once more. it was clear he couldn't hold eye contact without thinking of all the times you've done this, the guilt now growing stronger, "I'll leave" he said simply, almost monotone.

you felt like you struggled to breathe, sighing strongly, this is what had to be done- this is what you wanted but no- this was not at all what you wanted. And watching him go, would be even more painful then waking up next to him in his bed, but again you couldn't say no as this is what you've been practically begging him to do for the past seven minutes.

he stepped away from the counter, ready to make his leave. he didn't dare look at you again, he couldn't. but as he walked toward the front door your voice stopped him at the last moment. "cheol...wait" your voice was soft, barerly audible.

you couldn't help the way you leaned forward arms instantly wrapped around his buff body, the way your face burried in his chest.

holding you like that for quite a while, pulling back ever so slightly, only to have you wrap your arms around his neck. he smiled down at you as his hands gripped your cheeks, "I don't understand you" he muttered in-between kisses. "you're so unpredictable, I try so hard not to show up, and yet you still pull me back in".

"If you weren't here in-" broken of by a messy kiss, "the time i wouldn't even have- fuck" again broken off by his greedy lips.

his kisses were messy, sloppy even- he kissed you the same way you could imagine a starving person drinking water after a day long hike. he was so desperate, a deep hunger behind each kiss. after every kiss he leaned his head back away from yours as he took a breath, his hands traveling up your back, your body tightly pressing into his, "please don't stop" he muttered between panting.

"please never leav-" practically groaning as you're cut of once more

"say it again" he muttered hoarsely, as if the words would turn him to dust if you didn't repeat them again.

"never leave," you added, "never leave again"

[ghouljams]

The Android!Ghost au you’ve talked about is giving « the guy is actually more of a heavily modified human (probably against his will too) than a complete android » and I’m living for this kind of stuff. Please, let’s keep talking about it.

:3c Ghost in the Shell(1995)-core

You've always been more at home with androids than with regular people. They're not as loud, they don't ask prodding questions, you know exactly where you stand with them. They don't care that you'd rather be in your workshop than... wherever normal people go when they're bored. You work on one of the heavy mechs during your lunch break. The bot hands tools up to you while you sit on its shoulder, its huge fingers delicately holding your rivet gun as you try to avoid breaking out the welding machine. It's not looking good.

"It's really stuck on here XG-9," You tell the mech, listening to the click of its cameras as they adjust to the new information.

"I can wait until yearly maintenance, this issue is not impeding my primary motor functions."

You roll your eyes, bots always say that. You know well enough that just because something isn't hurting now, doesn't mean it won't hurt later. Or, impede function later. You have to correct yourself on that. The mech technically doesn't feel anything, its diagnostic picked up a blip and it asked you to fix it. You scratch your head with a sigh and grab the offered hand to swing down.

Ghost is standing there waiting for you when you land. You take a step back, just a hair too close to the android for your own comfort. He cocks his head to the side. You're struck again by how quiet he is. Not just in the silent manner he regards you, but the silence with which his body functions. Androids aren't loud, not unless they're malfunctioning, but you can hear them. It's, well, ghostly. You wonder if that's how he got the nickname.

"What's wrong with 9?" He asks, there's no concern in his voice, why would there be?

"One of his casings is tight, it's compressing a motor," You report, glancing up at the mech. It's busy setting your tools back into their casings, giant hands careful with your pieces.

"His?" Ghost questions, and you hear his cameras click, dialing in to observe you. It's not a secret on base that you have a tendency to personify even the trash-droids. You don't rise to the bait. Ghost turns his attention to the mech instead. "You good 9?"

"Functioning within parameters Lieutenant," The mech chirps. Ghost nods and looks back at you.

"He's fine."

You sigh and go to gather your tools, grab a bite of your sandwich. You assume the lieutenant needs something fixed or he wouldn't be here. Lieutenant. That's unusual. Not unheard of, but definitely rare. Rare enough you don't think you've ever met an android that has the honor of a rank. Not one still in commission at least. You stare at him over your bread, inspecting him for any twitch in her servos.

He's beautiful machinery. Everything about him moves and flows as naturally as flesh and blood should. You've been thinking about what to use for his musculature since you last worked on him. Looked like some sort of aluminum poly... kev-spring... God you don't know, you're grasping at straws. Irreplaceable that's what it is.

"What d'you need?" You ask between bites. Gotta be something, androids don't come looking for you for no reason. They're not curious, they don't wonder how you're doing. They certainly don't stop to watch you work. Curiosity is a human emotion.

"Back plates need to be realigned, you didn't put them back right." He tells you. You nearly choke on your sandwich, thumping your chest and coughing as he stares down at you.

"Excuse me?" You cough in disbelief. Never in all your years as a mechanic have you been accused of such a thing. You glower at Ghost and set your food down. You twirl your finger to have him turn around, he does without complaint, stripping his zip-up off as he does. You don't know why he needs a jacket, not like he gets cold, but you suppose it helps him blend in. Although if he wanted to blend in he could've opted for a more human face plate.

You push his tee up, fingers skimming his synthetic skin, checking the black plated spine for misaligned pieces. Everything feels in order. You grab one of your micro screwdrivers and tap the tiny flat-head against the seams of his spine, testing for gaps. You push his shirt up higher, lean closer to get a better view. This would really be easier if he was sitting- no, laying down. His chest expands and contracts with false breaths, your working theory is exhaust release, but under your hand it feels like life.

You press the button at the top of his spine, watch the plates disengage and pop up. Starting at the bottom you push each one, manually, back into place. There's a small click that lets you know the plate is engaged, and his T5 doesn't click.

You grumble to yourself, and grab your glasses from your tool set along with a pair of needle nose pliers. It's an easy fix, a little fiddly, but you manage to manually hook the latch into place. You make a mental note to order a spare part. The rest of his spine lays down easily, neat clicks that you monitor more closely now that you've had to fix one. When you reach the top you make sure to press the plate on either side of his spine firmly into place before locking up the whole thing. There's a soft hiss, and a release of steam between the panels when you engage the lock.

Ghost rolls his shoulders with a soft groan as you drop his shirt back into place. "Fuck that feels good," He sighs, his modulator sighs. You frown, replacing your tools. It shouldn't feel like anything.

"Yeah?" You ask, human curiosity getting the better of you.

"Like gettin' my back cracked," Ghost hums, he twists at his waist like he's stretching out his muscles. Beautiful machinery, that looks and acts like a beautiful man. You think you understand why he wouldn't want a human face, he'd attract too much attention.

"Glad I could help," You look away from him, back to your tools, "I'll order a new part, should fix the misalignment permanently." You'll keep this fix off the books for now. It's too strange- Ghost is too strange. He almost feels human, but he can't be you've seen his mechanics. He can't be.

[4dkellysworld]

Real talk: When I gave up

Okay real talk here. This journey isn't always easy, especially at the start when you've just learned everything and you're identifying with an ego. Near the beginning of my journey, I came to understand a lot of the teachings intellectually and even instinctively. There was only one thing left. To realize Self. And I would keep trying with all these practices but felt like nothing was "happening" (even though intellectually I already knew there was nothing to achieve since we are already Self!). It was frustrating (but of course! I was still looking at all this from the identification of the ego).

Then one day I was sick of trying, sick of feeling desperate, sick of being on this goddamn mental pilgrimage, that I decided to give up on trying altogether. I already AM Self. From that day on, I decided I would always identify as Self and never again as the ego. And that's when things started naturally unfolding without me even doing anything and I gained more understanding experientially. Probably an unpopular take (for realized gurus lol) but I also threw away self-inquiry as a practice because I found it to be the least helpful for me personally and why do I need to ask "Who am I" when I already know I Am?

Abandon all imaginings and know yourself as you are - Nisargadatta Maharaj

I stopped seeking. I stopped trying. I stopped asking questions (including self-inquiry yay!). I stopped doing any practices to "get" or "understand" or "realize" anything. I stopped caring about understanding more of the teachings or gaining more understanding intellectually. I stopped thinking of Self-identification as some goal to reach, something that I need to progress on. I stopped waiting for anything to happen and just enjoyed being in the Now. I didn't realise at the time and only now upon reflection I realise that I gave up on all ego activities on spirituality lol. All of that is the ego looking for something to do and trying to achieve something. Only through my experience, do I now understand more deeply the things that realized masters have said. E.g. Robert Adams said something like "stop trying and seeking to be liberated and you will be because you already are". We've imagined our prisons but we are actually already liberated and always have been.

I decided (because it's true!) I already AM Self, it's not something you need to become (or understand in order to become). And because I AM, there is nothing to do but be.

edit: I found this passage a day after writing the initial draft of this post and Robert Adams said the same thing! But giving up was something I was led to by listening to Self. Truth is Truth :)

There is nothing you can think of in this Universe that can tell you what you are. It is beyond words and thoughts. You can never with your finite mind understand who you are. So do not try to do this. It works in reverse. It is when you actually stop thinking about who you are, or wanting to know who you are, and you stop analyzing, and you stop trying to figure it out, that the truth about you is revealed. Self-Realization from Silence of the Heart - Robert Adams

Two things I didn't stop doing: observing as the witness consciousness and sitting in silence in the awareness of being. But both "practices" are things I as Self naturally do because it's my very nature! It's not the same as when I used to identify as the ego and did them because I was trying to achieve something. Sitting in silence & stillness is literally my favourite activity now haha. I'm not sure whether to describe witnessing my ego progressively dissolving or merging into Self because both feel correct? Ah but that doesn't matter. Another thing I stopped caring is to label things as well and just let everything be and unfold on its own - there truly is so much peace and beauty in just being Self! I'm only trying to use words to describe this to share with others in case it's helpful for their journeys but of course words are limiting and you can only understand this when you experience it yourself.

There is nothing to get, only just BE. And it is soooo freeing and wonderful once you understand this. Give up on trying to make the mind and ego understand you are Self, that is a fruitless task. Leave them be. Stop trying to make things happen and just let things be. The more you stay in silence with this understanding, the more the light of awareness shines through and the more you will experientially understand this. Allow things to be and happen on their own, including the permanent identification with Self. Have no desires, expectations or judgments and just surrender to the Now. Just keep being Self.

Only look at who you are, over and over and over until it becomes the permanent identification and replaces the ego. - 4dbarbie

Remember to listen to your own Self above all. Everything else is simply a guide to point you towards Self. You are your greatest teacher! So listen to your Self and do what feels right for you.

Your own self is your ultimate teacher, the outer teacher is merely a milestone. It is only your inner teacher that will walk with you to the goal, because he is the goal. - Nisargadatta Maharaj

[ancientgoddessofegypt]

ASTROLOGY QUESTIONS

Hey! A quick engagement post for you all. I've been wanting to have wide discussions on these topics lately and wanted anyone who felt called to answer to express their feelings on any of the questions i have below! Please dont feel the need to hesitate, its all fun and just exploring each others minds lol.

Neptune 12th housers - Do you ever feel silenced in your voice? Like the words you speak, the dreams you carry, people dont bother to listen? They just feel like its noise and dont participate in exploring who you are as an individual. It just feels lonesome.

Venus in the 1st - Do people have high standards and expectations on you? Especially on what you should be like in their own minds view? Ever had to deal with petty arguments that came from out of the blue, just to find out its cause they were secretly envious or had a crush on you?

Mars/Pluto Conjunction - Feel rageful often? How do you use this energy to bring attention to your emotions? Do you have a special outlet for this rage you carry?

Lilith in the 1st - Tired of people looking at you strange? Do you ever feel that you're 'odd looking'? Have others made you feel gross in your own skin? How often do you go to lakes and forests to clear your head?

Moon in Cancer in the 4th - Do you feel alluded or subjected to family issues more often than you should? Does family ever come around and make you feel lonesome, tiresome, and exhausting? like i mean all that you do for them is lovely, they just find it overbearing?

Moon in Taurus - Ever feel like your wants and desires are but a dream? People close the door on you when you express yourself, and only ever do they listen when your mad, bored, or tired? They only feel wanted when your not yourself, is that right?

Scorpio Venus - Is your love life boring? Like.. i got ask this lol. or was it boring BEFORE? At some point did you ever just do something so taboo and adventurous , it almost cost you your life? your past life.

did you get up one day and just figured you make the most of it? so it doesn't matter how much you express your 'lovin' (wink ;) lmao) to others as long as you got it out...?

Mercury in Aries - Does your blunt mouth get you in trouble? Do you ever just go off the dome and speak your ideas, feelings, and desires out loud it makes others think your crazy? Do people ever feel like telling you to have more 'tact' or grace in your speech? How often do you tell someone to fuck off? serious question.

Last one!!

Sun in Gemini - How many masks do you honestly keep up with? Do you ever show your true self to people? And i dont mean just one version just the whole spectrum of being a complex human.

How many secrets have you gotten out of others just by sitting quiet and observing? The spoken and unspoken ones i mean. People dont believe me when i say this, but i always say geminis are just scorpios who are very talkative lol.

None of these were to be shady, btw. I just wanted to converse and have fun with the topics lol.

Let me know in your replies babes!!!!

[wqnwoos]

on idiocy, bugs and the prospect of forever.

idiots 2 lovers & best friends to lovers / minor minor angst? bc oc is losing their mind / unnecessary use of bugs as plot progression (it will make sense i swear)

you and vernon have been dancing on the cusp of friendship and something more for too long now.

at least, that’s what you think. you’re not entirely sure what he thinks, given how quiet he can be sometimes. maybe you’re just misreading the whole situation! maybe your big fat crush on him is completely unrequited and he sees you as nothing more than a best friend! a best friend he likes to watch movies with and make soup for and brush hands with and look at for unnecessarily extensive periods of time!

which is exactly why you’ve been so — silent around him, lately. usually, you’re comfortable enough with him to babble his ear off about whatever you feel like. trains. worms. cats. the flaws in the schooling system which are leading to the collapse of true education. anything you want, you know vernon will listen. but these days, your weekly movie nights are starting to descend into quietude, as you become more and more flustered with trying to hide your feelings.

unfortunately for you, vernon is observant.

“okay,” he speaks suddenly — sudden enough to make you jump — pausing 20th century girl on screen. “enough,” he continues, turning on the sofa to face you. “talk to me.”

slowly, you blink at him. “about something in particular, or…?”

he frowns. “yes. about whatever’s been bothering you for the past… few weeks.”

ah. you bite down on your lower lip, immediately dropping his concerned gaze.

“you know, i tried to,like, give you space, because usually after a week or two, you just let it out. in your own time. but this just keeps going, so i’m asking you instead.”

heat is rising to your cheeks, creeping up your neck. you don’t know what to say. how do you tell him — i think i may be crushing on you harder than anyone has ever crushed before? you can’t.

“are you mad at me? did i do something?” vernon questions, his eyes going wider at the thought.

“no!” you splutter quickly, shaking your head for emphasis. “no. i’d tell you if i was mad at you.”

vernon nods then, and waits.

you look away. the open sincerity and concern in his pretty brown eyes is only making this harder — because all you want to do is fling your arms around his neck and kiss his face off. and you shall not let these thoughts win. you refuse!

your best friend sighs at your continued silence, and he scoots closer, so you guys are practically touching. “look at me,” he says softly.

despite your vows, you listen to him immediately, your eyes tentatively flickering up to meet his. you’re so close to him that you can feel the warmth radiating off his body — you can see the way each eyelash rests gently against his skin — the way his lips part ever so slightly.

a small sound escapes him, like his breath has gotten caught in his throat; just when you think he’s going to speak, his mouth closes, and he just… gazes. directly into your eyes — the most tender, heated gaze you have ever felt in your life.

you suck in a breath. “vernon —”

“just a sec,” he whispers, and one hand comes up to — ever so gently — brush against your face.

you jolt backwards, blinking fast and horrified. “oh my god. there’s a bug on my face, isn’t there?”

vernon startles at your sudden movement, barely registering your words, but you’re gasping and moving closer, with wide, pleading eyes. “vernon! get it off!” you demand, tipping your face in his direction.

when he doesn’t move, you grow increasingly frantic. “vernon! can you please — oh!”

and you cut yourself off with a noise of surprise; because vernon takes your face carefully between his hands, lips colliding with yours in a firm, bruising kiss — one that leaves you gasping with its intensity.

he pulls away too fast.

“shit,” he breathes, closing his eyes for a long second. “i didn’t mean to — well, i did, but — ” he pauses for a moment, and sighs. “god, you have no idea how long i’ve wanted to do that.”

then his eyelids flutter open — eyes wide, fixed on yours to gauge your reaction, hands slowly leaving your cheeks.

you, on the other hand, are gaping wordlessly at him. like a goldfish. the only thing you manage is a squeak — which may possibly be the most humiliating sound you’ve ever made.

just before his hands retreat fully, you grab them in yours, opening your mouth — before you pause. “there was no bug,” you say breathlessly.

vernon’s head tilts to the side, a slight smile tugging at his lips. “there was no bug,” he agrees.

“you were pulling a move.”

“i was, indeed, pulling a move.”

“okay,” you nod slowly, still breathless. “just… give me a moment here. i think i’m processing.”

his smile grows, his eyes soft and fond. “okay.”

your eyes fall on your interlaced hands, noticing how his thumbs gently caress your skin. “wow. wow. that was — that was good.”

“oh?” he raises a brow. “you liked?”

you nod a little too quickly. “are you kidding? i’ve wanted to kiss you for like, fifty billion years now!”

a snort escapes his mouth, and he squeezes your hands. “i can make up for that,” he promises softly.

the beam you give him in return is half your answer; the other half comes in the way you wrap your arms around him and pull him in for another kiss. this time softer, sweeter — slower. like forever is stretching out in front of you.

an / a bit of a longer one this time (sorry) !! they’re idiots and i love them. love u guys (and thanks for well over 200!! idk where you all are coming from but i love u 💗💕💞💓💘)

[shinjisdone]

Hey! I hope you dont mind this too much but may you write a set of hcs of s1/teen thorfinn with a fem/gn s/o who is like Amanirenas (very smart & tactical, skilled in archery, graceful & brave. You could also include how one eye was blinded too) and how he interact with her

(I’m sorry if this is strange, eygpt + sudan history is my current fixtation rn, so feel free to ignore and delete!)

A very interesting request. When it comes to readers being based on characters/figures, fictional or not, it would be very helpful to get a short description/link of them so that I know just as much as you do in that regard ¯_(´・ω・｀)_/¯ ! I looked Amanirenas a bit up but considering she was a real life person, I can't go too much into her story...basing it on your short description, hope that's okay!

S1 Thorfinn with a Reader Who Is Like Kandake Amanirenas! (Gender-neutral & female examples)

Thorfinn's stance on you depends on wheter you are part of the band or not.

If you are not, you are an enemy, no matter how skillful or brave you may be. However, considering how you mostly fight with a bow, he might not fight you one-on-one. You are probably used for defense.

Yet how useful you are. Even with just one eye, you manage to hit every single target of yours efficiently and deadly. One arrow is enough to send one tumbling down their grave.

It all seems to easy to you. Like the wind you move, light as a feather as if the very air submitted to you and your arrows, allowing you each kill.

Your tactics could leave Askeladd pondering but that is none of Thorfinn's concern. Enemy is enemy and if he ever finds you or can get a duel with the murderer of his father by getting your head, he will.

If you are, however, part of the band, you will surely stand out like a sore thumb. An archer as graceful and smart as you doesn't belong in this group full of hard-headed and foolish men. Especially if you are female.

Many might avoid you and awe at you in battle but Thorfinn wouldn't be one of them - vocally at least. He silently is impressed and approveds of your skills but it still wouldn't answer his question on what a true warrior is.

Is it bravery and tactics? Keeping on with such composure even if one eye was taken from you?

One day he might let it slip of how differently you appraoch things. Why are you here? What is such a...dandy person such as you doing here? Do you see yourself as a warrior?

Thorfinn observes you and your decisions in silence. It's how he makes his opinion of others instead of actually going up and talking to them.

If your strategy proves useful and better than Askeladd's (or when he doesn't want to listen to him), Thorfinn might follow your orders but only privately where only you two can hear them. Though he only takes your word for granted if it makes sense for him but if he does end up trusting you, he might follow any order you give him even if things aren't clear yet.

Your elegance might also confuse him. Why do you speak like that? Why do you treat him like this? You act more royal-like than the princess. He might shrug some things you do and say off or even straight up tell you to drop this 'graceful act'. We are vikings. This kind of behaviour is unneccessary and doesn't make you very popular amongst the others. Just a heads up.

Just say what you wanna say and do what you wanna do. Thorfinn doesn't have the patience for this graceful stuff.

He appreciates your skills in archery. In a way you always have his back and he admittedly feels safer this way knowing there is someone out there who literally and metaphorically has his back. He doesn't need to only look out for himself anymore.

If you are attacked directly though, he might get worried. Being an archer means being vulnerable in melee combat in his mind. Thorfinn will run back and defend you quickly and will scream at you if you initiate close combat yourself. How are you going to win with a bow when someone is this near you with their spear?! Don't be stupid! He thought you were one of the smart ones!

Though your bravery is something he commends. Again, not vocally but you can be sure he might do so when he believes you deserve it. Either by letting you know your own strength or when others doubt yours. He will do so more likely if you are female.

If you are a woman, then some might make some googly eyes at your smart and graceful person. Some may be impressed by you, hailing you as some Valkyrie or warrior queen that they'd definitely marry - if only they weren't so bad and depraved! Haha!

Thorfinn would only scoff at their behaviour. Woman or not, your outer appeareance doesn't matter to Thorfinn but he would be a bit more protective if this kind of behaviour of the other bandmates continues.

If he feels comfortable enough, he might ask you about your eye. Wondering how it is you can still see so well.

[the-fever-dream-highs]

Hey!, can i ask for some scott bartlett writing?

where the plot is something like this: scott has a best friend who is outgoing and problematic, sometimes she gets into fights and defends scott a lot, one day she finds out about the awkward action with adrianna in the boy's room and she decides to teach him, you know

it must be counterfiet- s. bartlett

"Nights are so starry, blood moon lit. It must be counterfeit. I think there's been a glitch, ah-yeah."

ship- Scott Bartlett x fem!reader

summary- You're sitting in your room with Scott after you ended up in a fight with some guy. After, smoking some of your secret stash you guys start 'talking'. He tells you about what happened with him and Adrianna and how awkward it was. A few blatant hints come from Scott, so you offer to teach him.

content warnings- cursing / mentions of sex / drugs(weed) /mentions of violence / mentions of blood /

word count- 761 (Would Y'all like a part 2. since this is short?)

(Use of she/her pronouns and use of y/n)

Your head was throbbing, the cold rag only doing so much. The bleeding had pretty much stopped but the gash above your ear still hurt like a bitch. You laid sprawled out on your bed waiting and wanting the pain to subside. After some ill faced comments about Scott, you had lost it and started hitting the guy like usual. You just couldn't let the guy get away with it. You took it upon yourself to defend Scott.

You could feel Scott's eyes burning into you. "If you keep staring at me, I swear to god, Scotty," you said, bringing an arm to lay across your eyes. The lights were blinding and seemed to be making your head hurt more.

"You shouldn't have done that. I could've handled it..." Both of you knew that wasn't true. He began walking over to you slowly, as if you were asleep and he didn't want to scare you. Truthfully, you knew exactly where he was because of the small creeks from the floor. You also could swear you could feel the guilt and sadness radiating off of his body. "You know I hate when you do this cause you end up hurt."

Yeah, you knew. Did you care though was the real question. (No.) This was just you. You already had an ever-growing reputation around the town, but you didn't mind. To you it was fun. Let's just say you had a problem with authority but only in the way if they tried to silence and control you. Of course, there is more that has gone on to give you such a bad reputation but that's a story for another time.

"Pain is a part of life. Plus, he's a douche and he shouldn't be able to talk about people like that without consequences." You sat up, ignoring the pain that shot through your whole body. You looked up at him, guilt still covered his face. "Wanna get high?"

"I just don't understand what you see in her. She seems, I don't know, bitchy," you said. You both leaned against the headboard of your bed, smoking some blunts from your stash. The current topic was Adrianna. It wasn't like you knew personally but just from observing her from afar she just didn't seem like a girl you wanted to know. "But y'all would be cute."

Your tolerance was rather high so the blunt wasn't affecting you too much. Scott on the other hand was a different story. It wasn't like he was gone or anything, but he was just more confident and open. Not scared to speak his mind. "Did I tell you we did 'it'."

Your head whipped around to look at him, your eyes widening slightly. "Y'all had sex?! Holy shit Scotty," you exclaimed, nudging him with your shoulder.

"Only issue, it was awkward. Like more awkward than I can even," he tried to find the word, "describe. It wasn't very good honestly."

"What do you mean," you asked, taking another drag. You felt sort of bad. Sex wasn't supposed to suck or be awkward. Maybe some awkwardness after words but only if the guy was bad.

He sighed and blew some smoke out his mouth. "It was just bad. I didn't know what I was really doing. I know like the basics of it but- I don't know. I wish I had more experience, so I knew what I was doing." he turned to look at you. You couldn't even recognize the look in his eyes. Was he wanting you to show him?

“Are you?-“ You were quickly cut off.

“Yes,” he said eagerly. "But only if you want to. Sorry, this is weird. I’m sorry I should never have asked.”

“Hey,” you grabbed his face, forcing him to turn to you. The confidence from the weed was starting to wear off of him. “I will if you want. But the only thing is no invisible strings. It would have to be completely loveless, and it is to never be used against each other. Got it?” He nodded, still staring deep into your soul. “No strings?”

He thought for a moment, debating if he should pinch himself to see if this was real or not. “No strings.” He smiled at you before leaning in, placing his lips gently on yours. There was no love in the kiss. You had said no love so he would listen to you. (He had seen you how handle people not listening to you.) This would all be counterfeit. The mocking image of love. Nothing real.

a/n- Hellooooooo! Okay, firstly, would you like a part two to this? I felt really bad for leaving this in my requests, so I wanted to get something out for you. Please tell me if you want a part two because I will happily write it. Scott is so adorable and underrated and there is a minuscule amount of stuff for him. I also might come a work on fixing it cause there's parts I hate.

For this being my second one-shot ever I wanted to try writing it differently to see what I like to do!

Please leave requests of what you would like to see next!

Bye! Love you all! <3

[blu-joons]

When You Give Him Silent Treatment ~ Seventeen Vocal Unit Reaction

Jeonghan:

Your head shook as a hand began to run along your sides, with Jeonghan desperate to get even the faintest of sounds out of you and stop the silent games.

“You’re too ticklish to stay quiet,” Jeonghan predicted to try and unnerve you.

You remained as still as you could though, desperate more than anything else to prove Jeonghan wrong and annoy him much more than he had annoyed you.

After a few moments passed, Jeonghan began to get annoyed with confusion as to why you weren’t laughing like you usually did.

“How long can you really keep this up for?”

Your shoulders shrugged back at him, sticking with your promise and remaining silent despite how close laughter was from spilling over.

“Are you for real?” Jeonghan gasped as he dug his hands into your sides even tighter, struggling to believe how for once you were able to control yourself around his tickles.

It carried on and on until eventually Jeonghan gave up, staring across at you in disbelief as he moved his hands away.

“I’ll have to try something else then, won’t I?”

Joshua:

A groan came from Joshua as you followed behind Minghao to get yourself a coffee, almost relieved to have a few moments without you there in the room.

“Are you two not talking?” Mingyu asked, observing the two of you closely.

Joshua’s head shook as his hands both ran through his hair, “we’ve not been talking for most of the day, I made a bit of a mistake and Y/N’s pretty angry.”

A few weak smiles formed on the faces on the boys around the two of you, “I’m sure Y/N just needs a bit of time to get over it.”

“I’ve never experienced this before with her.”

Beside him, Wonwoo rested his hand against Joshua’s shoulder. “The one thing you should learn is not to make the same mistake again.”

“I’ve definitely learnt that much,” Joshua assured them all, “Y/N will probably talk to Minghao more in their trip to the cafe than she has done to me for the entirety of the day.”

A few hums escaped around the room, “talking to someone else might encourage her to start talking to you again.”

“Yeah, I hope you’re right there Woo.”

Woozi:

You took a seat down beside Jihoon as he picked up his phone, but as you asked him a question you were met by nothing from him except from a stony stare.

“Hey, I asked you something,” you frowned, poking against Jihoon’s side.

His head nodded in agreement with you as he placed his finger against his lips to let you know that he had decided to be quiet for a little while beside you.

You grabbed his hand though and quickly moved it, “I was the one being silent with you, you’re not the one being silent with me.”

“Now do you see how annoying it is?”

Your eyes rolled as it was Jihoon’s turn to be smug. “You deserved silent treatment though, I haven’t done anything wrong to you.”

“Yes you have,” Jihoon argued in response, “you didn’t speak to me for three whole hours, do you know how cruel of you it was to do such a thing to me?”

Your shoulders shrugged innocently, “you can whine all you want, but you still deserved silent treatment for what you did.”

“I never deserve silent treatment.”

DK:

His head was thrown back as Seokmin tried once again to talk to you, only to be met by silence from you, exactly what he had become used to through the day.

“This is ridiculous,” Seokmin told you, finding himself at the end of his tether.

You struggled to hold back your laughter as you got the reaction from Seokmin that you wanted, making sure that he knew just how annoyed you were.

Seokmin kept his eyes watching you, shaking his head slowly. “I’ll do anything just as long as you start talking to me again Y/N.”

“You’ll really do anything will you?”

His eyes widened in surprise as you spoke, quickly sinking down in his seat. “Well, I don’t really know about doing anything Y/N.”

“No, that’s what you said,” you reminded him, jabbing against his side. “You can’t change your mind now just because you’ve got what you wanted, it’s not how this works.”

A sigh came from Seokmin as he looked at you helplessly. “Alright, I guess that a promise is a promise, just be nice to me.”

“No way, I’ve got some revenge to get on you.”

Seungkwan:

A groan came from Seungcheol as Seungkwan called out his name again, keen to use him as a way of getting to you whilst you continued to blank Seungkwan.

“What now?” Seungcheol sighed, getting more frustrated at your silence.

Seungkwan held his hands up innocently as Seungcheol snapped, “can you please tell Y/N that I’m about to go and get dinner if she wants me to get something.”

Seungcheol’s eyes looked despairingly back across at Seungkwan, “can’t you just grow up and tell her yourself now?”

“You want me to lose this battle?”

Another groan escaped Seungcheol, “it’s not a battle when you were the one in the wrong, it’s not that hard just to say sorry Seungkwan.”

“Me? Say sorry? Are you out of your mind?” Seungkwan gasped, “I’m already not talking to Y/N, I can just as easily stop talking to you as well if that’s what you want from me.”

Around the room, several of the boys started to giggle at Seungkwan. “Have you heard yourself? You’re so dramatic these days.”

“Why do you guys always take Y/N’s side?”

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Masterlist

[officialaemondtargaryen]

Age Of Consent [part eight]

Summary: Dustin’s older sister thinks Eddie Munson could be a bad influence on her younger brother due to their history. Can he change her mind?

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem!Henderson!Reader

Word Count: 1,783

What you’ll find in this series: big angst, wholesome fluff, sexual content, drug use, tobacco use, alcohol use, and a lot of profanity. This is a slow burn- buckle up, buttercup.

A/N: This one is short, mainly due to the fact that I had absolutely NO idea where this was headed at any point of writing this. Only two more chapters left! Fun fact, chapter nine was the first part of this story that I wrote. It's all been leading up to the next chapter for me so I am super excited for you to finally read that. Also, just one more time, thank you from the bottom of my heart for following this story.

Read Part Seven || Read Part Nine

Dustin was smitten with himself.

In fact, all of the Hellfire Club sat in a comfortable silence at the lunch table come Monday, sharing knowing glances with each other. Their leader sitting at the helm, unable to keep himself from smiling as he recalled this past weekend. None of them had ever seen Eddie like this, but instead of giving him a hard time or jokingly teasing him, they accepted this new found happiness and let him have it.

On the other hand, you weren't exactly sure what you were feeling.

After spending all of Sunday intertwined with Eddie a realization hit you like a brick on Monday morning when you woke up alone: that it was a mistake, that you weren't thinking clearly due to the alcohol, and that you and Eddie just didn't work. None of those things were true, and deep down you knew that, but you just couldn't admit the fact that you were absolutely terrified of the man.

When you broke up with Eddie at graduation you never moved on. You worked and you had your classes at the community college and you'd hang out at home. Occasionally you'd catch a movie with Steve and his friend Robin, or you'd grab lunch with your coworker, but when it came to dating, you just couldn't find it in yourself to even try with anyone else. You'd meet a customer who would drop a flirty line and you couldn't help but notice how their eyes weren't as pretty, their smile wasn't as perfect, or their voice didn't make you weak at the knees. Or you'd meet someone in one of your classes and you'd have nothing in common; they didn't play D&D, they didn't get your musical reference, or they weren't as creative.

Eddie was your first and only.

Moving on was horrifying.

Going back was even scarier.

You had avoided him and Dustin for a few days, blaming it on being busy with class and work. You even picked up some overtime to cover your ass. When Eddie called the house you'd have Dustin tell him you were studying for some big test. Really, you just needed to figure some things out and give yourself time to think and decide on what you wanted; you couldn't do that and be near him.

"Okay, before you ask me for relationship advice- and, I know that's why you asked me to come over here- just remember that it is your decision what you do with that advice and I will not be held accountable for what happens if you did choose to follow said advice."

Robin sat cross-legged on the floor in the aisle you were currently stocking shelves in. You didn't have many friends and you could not ask Steve for love advice. Sure, you didn't exactly know Robin Buckley that well, but she seemed to be pretty observant and highly intelligent.

"So, it's Eddie, right?" She asked. "He's pretty cool."

"Yeah," you smiled. "He is."

"Before I provide you with what might be very questionable advice, is there a way that you could give me a breakdown of what happened between you for starters?" Robin fiddled with the price stamp that sat in the box at your feet, pressing a sticker to her forehead and laughing.

You hadn't really ever talked about this before.

"Well," you began. "We met in freshman year. I really didn't have any friends, but Eddie just kind of stuck around. He was always helping me and making me laugh. I feel like we were always together, even before he asked me to go steady."

"My dad had just passed," you continued and Robin frowned. "My family was devastated. I mean, my mom didn't stop crying for months. I wanted to tell her about Eddie, I wanted them to meet him, but- Eddie was never the type of guy that I saw myself with, and I was afraid that my mom would think that she needed to be worried about me on top of mourning my father."

"So I never told them. We argued about it all of the time, but we were still inseparable. And when we were in junior year, he- well, we- you know, for the first time." Robin nodded. "We were each other's firsts, and he told me he loved me. The day before my English midterm in senior year, Eddie asked me to go out to the woods and hit a joint with him. I knew he smoked, I even smoked sometimes, but never at school. He begged me to go with him- said that it would help with the stress of the final."

"We got caught. We both got suspended. Of course, he didn't care, he hated school. My life, however, felt like it had been ruined- especially because that type of suspension goes on your record, and well, bye-bye Purdue. I was just so angry, I blamed him for so long and pushed him away when it wasn't even his fault. Then at my graduation, he wasn't there, he didn't watch me walk across the stage. He was smoking pot under the bleachers, and that was it. I just felt like he didn't care about me, or himself, and that he was just going to dig a hole that he wouldn't be able to crawl out of and I couldn't let myself get sucked in."

"Hm," Robin nodded and placed her thumb and index finger under her chin; the bright orange price tag still stuck to her forehead. "And since you've started seeing him again?"

"That was Dustin's doing," you rolled your eyes. "He tried to set us up. Gotta give it to the little shit though, it worked."

"But you're still unsure?"

"I guess- I just, I don't know." You slouched your shoulders and sighed. "I'm sure that I love him, but something is holding me back."

"If Tom Cruise showed up on your door step and asked you out, tonight-"

"That has absolutely nothing to do with anything, but no." You laughed. "Robin, I can't even look at anyone else and not wish that it was him."

"Oh, you are so screwed."

You sighed again, "I am totally screwed."

"There's only one thing to do then," She smirked. "Go get him."

You know what?" You asked, looking up at the clock, noticing that it was twenty minutes til Eddie's lunch block. Immediately, you untied your apron and threw it in the cardboard box at your feet. "You're right. What the hell?"

You yelled at your boss that you would be back and ran to your car, shoving the keys in the ignition and throwing it into reverse. A surprise lunch visit to confess your love in front of everyone? Talk about making him the happiest man alive, he'd absolutely eat it up. Eddie was soft like that.

When you got to the cafeteria of Hawkins High, however, Eddie was nowhere to be found. His favorite part of the day was lunch break, so it was confusing to not see him, especially because you did see his van in the parking lot. You did happen to notice your little brother and Mike, along with some of the other kids you had seen that one time you were at Hellfire.

"Dustin," you asked making your way over to the group.

"Y/N?" Dustin was confused to see you. "What are you doing here?"

"Where's Eddie?" You asked, he shrugged.

"He said something about going out to the woods past the football fields." One of the other kids said.

Your stomach dropped and you immediately began regretting coming here. Yet, you wanted to give him the benefit of the doubt, so you made the very familiar walk past the football fields to the small, hidden path into the woods. As your feet carried you towards that secluded clearing, you could hear laughter- no, it was giggling- and it wasn't Eddie. Peering through the trees, you could see what looked like a cheerleader sitting on the top of the table, kicking her legs off of the side.

You took a couple more steps, trying to get a better look, and noticed Eddie. He was smiling wide, pulling at his hair. The girl threw her head back, laughing obnoxiously at something he had just said. Was he flirting?

"Hey," you stepped out of the clearing, bringing their attention to you. Eddie's eye widened, his face turning pale.

The girl was pretty. Pretty young, too. She was dressed in that same pristine white cheerleader's uniform that made you remember every insult one of those pretentious bitches would spit at you daily. She looked at you, her eyebrows pulled in.

"Uh, hi?" Her voice was nasally and you could see the shine in her lipgloss from a distance. "Can we help you?"

"Kelly, you should go." Eddie stated.

Kelly looked between the two of you.

"You heard him." You added.

Without another word, Kelly hopped down off of the table and charged past you- she wouldn't even look you in the eye. You stood there, silently, waiting until she was out of earshot, and stared him down, gritting your teeth.

"I guess it's not good enough for you to sell the drugs to the underage girls, you have to flirt with them too?" You finally said after what felt like hours.

"It's not-" Eddie sighed and took a step toward you. "What are you even doing here?"

"I came to see my boyfriend for lunch," you muttered. "Surprise!" Eddie wasn't sure what to say, he was pretty in shock. "But it looks like you had plenty of company," you continued. "So, I'm going to go. This was a mistake."

"Y/N, wait-"

You tossed your hand up in the air, waving him off, and stomped back through the trees towards the school before he could say anything else. That part of your brain or heart or whatever it was, that was against going back to your ex who you had thought changed but was very much still the stupid kid you met in high school, was screaming profanities at you. How could you possibly think that was a good idea? Cheerleaders? Who was he?

So much for not fucking with him, he was the one who was fucking with you this whole time. You felt stupid and embarrassed and disappointed.

When you got back to work, Robin was still in the same spot much to your surprise. She took on a look at your face and frowned.

"You want to talk about it?" She offered after a few moments.

"Not really," you muttered. "But that was definitely the worst idea I've ever had."

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[cillianscrybaby]

Everything is for sale...There is always a price

(A part 2 of a Peaky Blinders fic I've started. If you're a fan of the show you know the themes and violence so that's your WARNING.)

Things changed a bit after Tommy put you to work directly in his home, keeping you more so around his office and bedroom to make sure things are tidy. Barely anyone looked at you and it was rare anyone but Tommy spoke, he had seemed to have gotten used to reading your expressions or gestures so you didn't have to bother with attempting to speak.

Tommy was a mix of both, quiet a lot in his own mind but stern with others along with yelling at times he was angry. You've been observing him as much as he's observed you, a silent agreement that he's never raised his voice or struck you and you listen and keep things tidy. You assumed there was a rule that no one touches you after you knifed one of his men two months ago.

Things might seem good but you didn't forget who's house you're in. Tommy Shelby. Peaky fucking Blinders.

"You keep her around for a fuck now and then, Tom?", Arthur asks, laughing a bit as he downed a glass of whiskey.

"No. No, she keeps the place tidy.", Tommy sighs.

"At least she don't talk or make much noise. Probably fun to have without all the bullshit chatter.", Arthur adds in, refilling his glass.

"She can talk.", Tommy says bluntly.

Author sends a sideways glance, "Oh?"

Tommy nods, content.

Clicking the door open as quietly as you could, you paused slightly at the sight of Tommy and Arthur sitting around Tommy's desk. It wasn't allowed for you to clean when there were meetings and honestly you didn't care for any of the business as long as you knew enough to keep yourself alive.

Tommy waved his fingers at you, signaling it was okay and you gave a small nod, making yourself busy to gather empty glasses that needed washed.

It was silent, only the sounds of them drinking, your steps, and if their eyes watching you could make noise you were sure you could have heard it. Tommy picks up his glass, downing a big gulp of gin before placing it on the table.

"That'll be enough staring, Arthur.", Tommy clears his throat, you didn't even look up as you take the glasses away.

"What's your name?", Arthur asks, your eyes flicking up to him and then Tommy before looking at the glasses you had gathered on the tray.

Tommy drums his fingers on the desk, a light smile on his lips that he hid, it was bold of you to not reply, especially to a Peaky Blinder, although he knew you could handle yourself after you knifed a man for touching you.

Arthur sighs, rubbing his face, as much as the silence was interesting it unnerved him too, not used to a woman not answering him.

"Y/N...", Tommy rasps, "Her name is Y/N."

Again, a sideways glance from Athur, amused that Tommy knows that, "She told you?"

Tommy raises his eyebrows, shaking his head no. Your back was turned to them, tidying up another table in the corner, your own hidden smile on your lips that begins to fade as Tommy contuines speaking.

"I asked her father. I paid him a visit to ask a few questions and her name was one of those questions.", he speaks like you aren't in the room and maybe it bothers you, "Another question was why did he beat her voice out of her."

Maybe you picked up the tray a little too hard, a glass falling over and clinking against another but thankfully it didn't break. You could feel their eyes on you as you were making your way out of the office without being dismissed, again, a bold action but one Tommy let you do. You remember the bruising on Tommy's knuckles after he had been out one day not long after you had started work in his home, he must have went to see your father, you know that now.

Blinking back tears, it ashamed you of what you've dealt with but every day you've tried to convince yourself it made you stronger. How many women would knife a man, right? As your shoes clicked the hardwood floors, taking the tray to the kitchens, a man in a suit almost bumps you as he's wandering the house.

"Excuse me?", he looks down at you, eyes scanning to see that you're a servant. He's not a Peaky Blinder, the hair is all wrong, you can tell, but he wears a fine suit. No doubt someone in business with Tommy.

"I'm looking for Tommy Shelby.", he tells you, his accent thick.

You point him towards the office, walking away.

Alfie Solomons walks himself into Tommy's office, opening the door with the confidence of seeing an old friend and an old enemy that things are familiar with, "Tommy, my boy, you've got nothing but rude staff.", he tuts.

Arthur snickers to himself, getting up to get a fresh glass, "You've met the new staff."

Alfie shifts on his feet before walking himself to sit down where Arthur had been, "I asked a simple question an all she did was point. Didn't even offer a drink."

"You asked a simple question. You get a simple answer.", Tommy shrugs, steepling his fingers.

"Let's just get this fucking meeting over with.", Arthur grunts.

"No. Absolutely not.", Tommy tells him.

Arthur was silent.

Alfie staring back.

"Not for sale. I've made that clear. She's not part of the deal.", Tommy doesn't like repeating himself.

"Everything's for sale. Everything has a price. Isn't that what you always say?", Alfie asks.

(I'm sorry this was so long. I'm honestly surprised anyone read the first part. So, thank you all.)

[v3nusxsky]

Hey, can I request a part 2 to little brat please 😏

Revenge is sweet 18+

*Authors note{ I have had two requests for a sequel to “little brat”. *

Trigger warnings~ mommy kink dom m s r orgasm denial over stim toys restraints watching masturbation

Prompt~ see ask^^^^^^

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Previously~

Her blackened irises burning holes in your head as she leant over pretending to kiss your cheek but instead growled in your ear “you little brat your gonna pay for that mon petit mélange” the French words causing you to shiver in delight. Tonight would be deliciously sweet after all.

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Safe to say you behaved yourself when it came down to the rest of the dinner, you made sure to follow every rule. The promise of revenge exciting you even more, it was always fun to poke at your mommy. After all she had quite the temper and used it in the most delicious ways.

To say you were happy to see the company leave was an understatement, yet the whole trip back Morticia didn’t say a word, she made sure not to touch you in any way and avoided eye contact with you. You however, couldn’t keep your eyes off of her, drinking in absolutely everything about your girlfriend. Truly you wondered how everyone could be so judgemental over how gothic appearance, you thought she was stunning.

The whole act lasted as you both pottered about the house doing whatever was needed to lock up for the night, you then made your way to the bedroom slightly confused as to why she wasn’t talking to you, had you gone to far? You question was answered the moment Tisha joined you. “Oh honey, you should no better than to tease me, if you needed my attention mon chérie then you should’ve said instead of being a brat” her authoritative tone easing your fears of going too far tonight. Without a second thought you were quick to quip back, “not my fault you keep turning me on mommy”, only to be met by being pushed flat on your back as she straddled your hips.

“Do not make this any worse for yourself love” she warned before getting off you and searching around the room. Quick enough she returned and managed to strip you and secure all your limbs to the bed leaving you exposed. The power play if you being stripped bare and her remaining fully clothed and in complete control was causing you to drip onto the bed. Morticia didn’t miss this action and brought her finger to you slit to taste you. She couldn’t help but moan at your taste, her mind seemingly made up about what do with you.

It was then that you lost your vision, the soft black satin covering your eyes as you were now fully at her disposal. She let you think you were alone, the pure silence in the room as she observed you. Only then did she settle your favourite toy against your needy clit. The remote control sat safely in her palm as she messed with the speed. You were already so needy for her, your moans spurring her on.

Your girlfriend knew her body as well as she knew her own, so when you got close she turned the toy off laughing as you whined, “oh mon amour, are you in need of something?” She teased coming to remove your makeshift blindfold. Your eyes held nothing but love and lust for her. “You won’t be coming for a while” she informed watching your whines in protest be cut off as she removed her dress and underwear.

Only then did she settle herself on your thigh allowing you to feel how wet she was for you. Your teasing had provided her the perfect opportunity to use you. Skilfully, she managed to shift her hips downwards against your thigh, it wasn’t long until she was moaning your name and praises as she climbed the familiar path to ecstasy.

You couldn’t help but tug at the restraints in a desperate need to please your lover, “mommy fuck I want” you murmured, eyes glued to her core as it covered your thigh in her slick. She then turned the vibrations back on for you as she made herself fall over the edge for you. The combination of the vibrations and the fact she was using you in such a manner made you approach the edge embarrassingly quick. “Mommy please mommy I need to please” you mewled hoping she’d take pity on you. She didn’t.

Your orgasm was cruelly ripped away from you three more times until you were a mess not even able to moan coherent words, it was more a string of sounds. That’s when she took pity In you and shoved three fingers into your soaking core. You screamed out as she expertly threw you over the edge into the most earth shattering orgasm of your life. Slowly, she slowed her peace easing you down from the high, knowing your overstimulated hole would be begging for attention still, but the pain would also be present.

She expertly undone the restraints and made sure to clean you up gently before coming to hold you. “Mon amour? Are you okay darling?” She murmured kissing your head sweetly, “can you try some water love?” You did so with her help as you basked in the high of your subspace. Revenge truly was sweet.

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The witchling and the god [Loki x Witch!Reader] Chapter 3

Summary: The Avengers were looking for someone to help Loki fit in with the team. To become socially acceptable, so to speak. He had been given the choice of sitting in a cell in Asgard or serving some sort of community service probation on Midgard. The Avengers and Shield both felt that as long as Loki was on Earth, he should be under supervision. This is now your job. Why? Because you’re a witch. You’re not sure why this qualifies you, but here you are, giving it a shot. What could possibly go wrong?

Tags: Witch!Reader, Magic, Witches, slow burn, everybody lives in the tower, character development, Loki‘s redemption, Stephen Strange is a friend, Loki and Stephen are frenemies, Tony Stark is a good bro, kids love Loki, Tony has stupid nicknames for everybody, eventual smut

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Chapter's Note: We see a bit of the reader's powers in this one. Loki is not happy about the revelation. Beta by @zaria-04 <3

Chapter 3: Do you fear me?

"Do you fear me?"

Loki's voice makes you look up. You are sitting on the back of the couch, looking out of the big window in front of you.

Two days have passed since the SHIELD agents were withdrawn from the suite's door. Loki hasn't mentioned it in a single word, but you're sure he has noticed. Something seems to have changed in his manner. You're not quite sure what it is. It’s like he is testing you. On what, you don't know. Maybe he's trying to estimate the extent of your influence. Or maybe it's just your patience.

You two had just some trivial small talk in those two days. Loki doesn't reply to any of your own questions or conversation starters. Most of the time, in fact, you two spend in silence. At least you're not hiding behind books anymore. And every now and then Loki throws a question into the room. Like right now. He keeps control and the conversations go according to his rules.

You turn your head to him. "I do not," you reply.

The ghost of a smirk flashes over Loki's lips. He leans casually against the wall as if he hadn't just asked a very important question. "No?"

"No."

Loki tilts his head and crosses his arms. There is nothing human about him. But you are used to dealing with nonhuman beings. It kinda intrigues you.

"I think you can be an intimidating person," you amend. "But that doesn't mean I'm intimidated by you." You shouldn't say this kind of stuff. It challenges him to prove you wrong. And you don't want to go down that route.

Loki pushes off the wall and walks over to you, covering the distance in a few lazy strides. He stops right in front of you, making you stand up as well. His eyes are cold as they flick over you, analyzing your every movement.

Unnerving, you think, but not frightening.

When you show no further reaction, Loki frowns. He reaches up and when you don't flinch away, tucks his fingers under your chin, tilting your face straight towards his own. His touch is gentle. It is absurd, absolutely absurd, that such a touch is also known to induce crippling agony in a matter of a few seconds. One of his fingers shifts under your jaw. "Your pulse is steady," he observes.

"You're in my personal space."

His eyes meet yours and for a fraction of a second, you could've sworn you see something other than his usual frigid demeanor flash over his face. You wrap your fingers around his and push his hand away from your face, gently but firmly. Loki lets it happen, but keeps his eyes on you.

"You should fear me," he grins, baring his white teeth. He has something of a predator playing with his food before eating it.

"That's for me to decide."

"You're playing with fire." His tone becomes more warning. You should be more careful, but you can't help yourself and the words tumble out of your mouth before you can stop them.

"I thought you were more the ice type." Somehow you just know how to push his buttons. Even unintentionally.

Anger flashes on his face and his hand goes to your neck, your fingers wrapping around it. You act instinctively. Your right hand makes a gesture and you slam it against Loki's chest. It is not very strong, but nevertheless he is thrown backwards as if by an invisible force and stumbles a few steps.

Dumbfounded, he stares at the rune glowing on your palm. "What are you?"

"I'm someone who doesn't like to get choked," you say. Your body tenses, ready to defend yourself if needed.

In a blink of an eye, Loki is standing in front of you again. Faster than you can react he grabs your wrist with one hand and pushes you with the other against the large window. The air is forced from your lungs and you close your eyes in pain for a moment. "Answer me!" he demands.

You try to move, but Loki is much stronger than you and holds you firmly in place. He presses with all his weight against your body. His breath hits the skin of your face, you smell the leather of his clothes and something else that makes you think of old libraries. A mixture of parchment and wax.

Softly, you murmur something. More runes light up on the skin of your hands and arms. A bright yellow that turns a dark orange as the runes heat up. It's a protection spell and Loki quickly lets go of you as he burns his fingers.

"Wicked witch!" he curses.

You chuckle because he's right on spot with that. As soon as he lets you go the runes disappear but you let a faded yellow glow appear on your eyes and hover a foot into the air, just to show off. "Surprised?"

"You deceived me, little minx!"

"I never said I was an ordinary human. You just assumed it in your arrogance." Admittedly, you had been careful not to use magic in his presence. But you wouldn't have denied it either if he had asked you about it. And this, here, is exactly why.

A dagger appears in Loki's hand. He hates to be wrong and even more hates to be told that he was wrong. You watch his every move, ready to jump into action, when suddenly the door to the suite opens and Thor enters.

He takes a few steps into the room and then stops bewildered. He sees you glowing up in the air, notices Loki's aggressive stance. His gaze wanders to the dagger. You both have your heads turned toward him, not giving the impression that you're just chatting nicely. "What's going on here?" he asks in a roaring voice.

Loki's posture relaxes a bit. He keeps the dagger in his hand, but changes his posture, as if you two weren’t about to jump at each other's throats just a second ago. As if he could distract Thor from the situation with that.

"We're just having an interesting conversation," he explains with an almost amused smile.

You snort. There's no way you'd lie for him. Actually, you're glad Thor showed up, because maybe you'll manage to defuse the situation without it escalating. After all, you're pretty sure Tony wouldn't like you throwing the younger prince out of the window.

"Loki just found out he's not the only one with magic in the tower anymore. And he doesn't seem to like that fact." The dark-haired man shoots you a venomous look. "What?" you spit. "Don't think I'm pretending nothing happened."

Frowning, Thor approaches you both. "Brother, are you assaulting the Lady Witch?"

Loki's gaze moves from Thor back to you. With that, I think he's gotten confirmation of what he already suspected. His eyes narrow as your gaze meets briefly. Then he turns away from you and lets his dagger disappear. But you know now that he can have one at hand any time he wants.

"You know what she is?" he asks his brother.

"Of course. I met her the other day. She is quite lovely." He says this with such sincerity that you give him a warm smile. And since Loki doesn't seem to be an imminent threat, you land back on the floor and the glow fades away. You adjust your blouse, which slipped a bit when you were pressed against the window.

"That's not the impression I got," Loki replies.

You catch his gaze. "First impressions can be deceiving. Sometimes."

His expression is emotionless. It's impossible for you to tell if he's upset, amused, or annoyed by the whole situation. Maybe a little of everything. He turns away and walks away, leaving through one of the doors into the adjoining rooms.

That's the end of today's meeting. You are totally fine with that.

"I hope you don't hold my brother's behavior against him," Thor now turns the word to you, "He doesn't mean it."

"Really? How does he mean it then?" you ask, amused, as you gather your bag from the couch.

"It's complicated." The Norse god escorts you to the door. "I assure you he's trying as hard as he can."

You are not so sure about that last part but you smile at him nevertheless. "Thanks, Thor," you simply reply. "It was nice seeing you again."

"Likewise, Lady Witch."

As soon as you leave the suite, your face falls. You tried to appear nonchalant, but the confrontation with Loki has left you quite shaken. The power of a god far exceeds yours and you're glad your defensive spell worked.

You realize that Loki had been holding back. If he really wanted to harm you, you wouldn't have been able to stop him.

Your hand moves to your neck. You can still feel Loki's fingers there, even if it had only been for a very short moment. The feeling brought up old memories you don't want to think about. You shake your head to dispel them.

You noticed that Loki acts differently when interacting with his brother. There's a familiarity between the two of them, despite all the differences they've had in the past. Loki seems to at least somewhat listen to Thor.

Every time any of the other Avengers have spoken of Loki so far, it's been in a very different tone. And with far less kind words. After what just happened, you can't blame them.

You realize that it's not enough just to make Loki socially acceptable among the public. Before that, you have to integrate him into the members of the Avengers. And that could almost be more difficult, considering how much they have been fighting each other. You decide to talk to everyone individually, when you get a chance, and maybe find out more.

But first you need to distract yourself from what just happened.

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You are standing in the spacious kitchen of the Tower. In front of you on the stove are two pots. Around you, you have a lot of bowls and pots spread out, from which you grab something and throw it into the hot water. In the air next to you floats a cutting board and a knife that is chopping garlic on its own.

It's a nice change to have so much space at work. Your own kitchen at home isn't exactly small either, but it's packed with so many ingredients and other stuff that sometimes you just run out of space. But since you're supposed to spend more time in the Tower and around Loki anyway, you've brought some of your work here.

Not that Loki would ever leave his suite, as far as you now. Whereas Thor has told you that the two of them visit the training rooms regularly. But the younger prince seems to have a knack for staying invisible.

The only drawback to this modern kitchen is the newfangled stove. You're used to simple gas stoves. You even need an open flame for some potions. Here, there's just a black, smooth surface and a touchfield that doesn't even have real buttons anymore. You've pressed various icons that all make the same beeping sound until the stove finally did what you want it to do.

You hear voices from the adjoining lounge. Someone always seems to be there, which is nice if you're looking for company.

An aromatic smell has spread through the kitchen, which seems to attract some of the others as well, because footsteps approach.

"Should it worry us that you're using our kitchen for your witch brews?" asks Natasha, amused. Behind her, Clint steps in and the two of them watch you working.

"Not at all," you reply with a grin. "But you shouldn't eat anything from unlabeled containers I might leave around. Just to be on the safe side."

"Like this?" asks Clint, pointing to a screw-top jar containing large chunks in a milky liquid.

"No, those are just pickled potatoes. They're really delicious." You see his skeptical face and laugh. "What, don’t you trust potatoes? Are you a Prussian?"

"What?" he asks, puzzled.

"During a famine in Europe, Emperor Frederick II ordered potatoes to be planted. But until then the people knew only about the poisonous leaves and flowers and were kinda wary of them. So the emperor performed a ruse and had his own fields guarded. The people thought that there was something valuable to get there and plundered the fields at night. That’s how potatoes became the most popular food in Central Europe. Prussians hate this trick," you explain as you press the touch field on the stove to turn it off. Natasha helps you to find the right button. "Thanks," you nod at her.

"Fun story," Clint replies meanwhile, "I wouldn't have thought you as a history nerd."

You turn your head to him and look at him with a serious face. "I was there, Gandalf. 300 years ago."

He looks back in surprise. "Wait really?"

"Well, not in Prussia. I was a child at that time and we lived in the south of the Holy Roman Empire."

The other two exchange a glance and you see some silent communication taking place between them. Unfortunately, you don't know what they're saying to each other.

You don't know why people are always so bewildered when they find out how old you really are. Sure, you look a lot younger. Using magic just does that to a body. At its best. Of course, there are types of magic that speed up the aging process immensely. However, you stay far away from those.

Still, just the fact that you are a witch should prepare people mentally. It's usually a theme in most fairy tales and modern pop culture, after all. Like vampires or Asgardian gods. They don't look like they're a thousand years old either.

You magically make the kitchen cabinet open and plates fly out. "Dinner's ready," you announce.

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Okay, so the story about the potatoes in old Prussia is totally true and one of the few things I remember from history class. It's also one of my favorite stories. It's called the 'potato order'. Prussians hate this trick. In my head the witch!reader is about 300 years old. But it won't be specified in the story, besides that she is older than a normal human being. So think as you like. And don't forget to eat your potatoes!

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More crazy/obsessed/yandere Childe

Everybody seemed to enjoy the little post I made where I compared crazy Childe and crazy Scara. So here is another part from my fic that I wanted to use in the original post. He's crazy here, but I figured he was crazier in the "Don't you dare run" moment. Sheesh.

Once again, I just like using his actual name. Ajax mmm

From:

Ornament of Heart, Chapter 16

Evening fell over Snezhnaya fairly quickly. You patiently waited until you saw his carriage arrive on the winding path, and then you rushed to the hallway, choosing to wait for him there along with the maids. You hadn’t done something like that ever since you returned from Fontaine, and as soon as Childe laid his eyes on you, his lips opened in surprise.

He didn’t expect to be greeted by you, but his shock soon morphed into a warm smile. He ignored the maids, choosing to walk over to your side first. “Mila, good evening,” he beamed. “How was your day?”

Your eyes narrowed at him; your jaw tightened as you observed the innocent glint in his eyes. He seemed to be in a good mood after work, so at least you didn’t have to feel bad about interrogating him. If he came home depressed, you would have never dared to question him. You resented him, but you didn’t want him to suffer. Avoiding his panic attacks had long become your problem.

“Weird, actually” you answered.

“Hm? What happened?”

“I wanted to go on a walk. But to my surprise, all the doors of the mansion were locked, and the maids wouldn’t let me out. Know anything about that?”

He raised one of his brows, tilting his head playfully as he gaged your serious expression. Your heart sank as Ajax’s lips twisted into a smirk. “A walk? In this snow?” he chuckled.

“I’m being serious,” you retaliated. “Why am I being locked indoors?”

“Isn’t it obvious?” Ajax said. His tone was cheerful, borderline forced, as his eyes squished closed. This overly positive face of his was always the most difficult to argue with, and you were sure he knew that. “We just returned from a mission where we angered a few noblemen. It’s safer to keep the doors locked.”

“Isn’t the mansion guarded?”

“Of course,” he answered simply. “But I don’t want you to run off on your own.”

Your mouth opened in shock; all of your anger thawed as you gawked at Ajax and his overly cheerful façade. He cupped your face, handling you gently despite his hold on you seeming unbreakable. “I’d rather avoid that. Mila.”

“You- what are you saying?” you breathed out. “You’re actually locking me indoors? On purpose? What? Is this some kind of punishment-” you stopped talking as Ajax’s hold on your chin turned harsher. He practically pinched it, digging his fingers into your cheeks. Your heart staggered, reaching your throat in a fleet of panic.

“Mila. Am I wrong to believe that you don’t want to be around me right now?” he questioned. “Last time we were in such a predicament, you ran off on your own in Fontaine. If you can do that in a foreign, unfamiliar country, then I don’t see why my idea sounds far-fetched.”

He finally opened his eyes. Their deep blue hue struck you. Despite his tone being overly sweet, his eyes were completely dead. Lacking any empathy or cheerfulness that oozed from his voice. “You can’t go outside,” he repeated sweetly, pinching your chin with more vigor and leaning his face closer. As if he were cooing at a dog. Your breath hitched.

You jerked your face out of his hold, feeling pain linger on your skin. You took a step back. The maids were mute as they watched your exchange, and his Fatui servants pretended as if they weren’t listening, choosing to lower their heads instead.

Silence nested inside the hallway, and Ajax slowly lowered his hands to his sides. He seemed completely unapologetic as he delivered the news, and you found yourself frozen in his mercy. “If you think this will somehow make me warmer towards you-”

Ajax tilted his head at you, shutting you up as his eyes turned narrower. You were not given space to argue. This wasn’t the first time he used his Harbinger authority over you. He used this same type of tone on you right after proposing, when he practically told you that you didn’t have a choice. But he had never done something like this within the walls of your home.

“This is just until I asses that the air is clear,” he calmed you. “Give it one or two weeks until the dust from Fontaine settles, and if you give me good reasons to believe that you won’t walk out without warning, we can negotiate.”

Your jaw dropped. He didn’t even say that the doors were guaranteed to unlock. He said you will negotiate, meaning nothing was certain.

Cold sweat broke out on your nape, and your eyes turned big with horror. This was unexpected. Ajax never gave you reasons to believe that he would lock you indoors. He never acted so harsh with you. What changed? Did he know that you knew his true motives? Was he sick of your coldness?

“Ajax…” you blurted out. “You can’t be serious. Why are you doing this? Because I wandered outside on my own in Fontaine? That’s… that’s completely insane. Do you hear yourself?”

“The doors have been locked for a whole week, mila. Ever since we returned,” he said. “I fail to see why they would pose an issue to you now. Where were you even hoping to go in this blizzard?”

“What the hell? Can’t I take a walk in the garden? Don’t I deserve fresh air?”

“If you want fresh air, comrade…” he smiled; his lips stretched wide and he leaned down to your level, almost taunting you with his sickeningly sweet voice. “Step onto the balcony or sit by an open window.”

Your eyes turned wider, fully grasping Ajax’s words. All this time you spend ignoring him and treating him coldly, you never stopped to think how he might reciprocate. You thought you wouldn’t care if he got angry at you, but you didn’t expect his anger to turn into this.

Now you were more than aware that he controlled everything and everybody in this house. He had plenty of ways of making you regret your pettiness.

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Isn't he so dreamy? lmaooo he really just said "You want air? Then open the window tf?"

Once again, you can find my fic on ao3!

I'll post my second fave crazy Scaramouche moment next. Or maybe more Childe content if you guys want. Lemme know!

[marie-swriting]

We're Gonna Get Outta Here

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Summary : You're working for W.I.C.K.E.D but you can't take it anymore when your best friend dies during the Maze Trial. With Thomas' help, you give information to the Right Arm and try to get out of the facility together.

Warnings : character's deaths (reader included), guns and gunfire, mention of violent interrogation, maybe some grammatical mistakes as English is not my first language, tell me if you see some or if I missed any warnings.

Word count : 2.7k

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In front of the computer, you’re completing your daily tasks : observing Maze A, testing the subjects and writing down the results of today’s experiences. You comply like a robot. You know if you think too much, you’ll realise all the pain you’re inflicting. So you try to keep an emotional distance with the Maze Trials, with the subjects, with your friends. However, some days are harder than others, especially when, first thing in the morning, you get a file with the word “death” written on it. Sometimes you see those deaths live, other times they happen when your work is already over. When you’ve started your day, you didn’t know another person had failed the trial. Anxious, you open the file and read ‘Subject A25 : Nicolas’. Tears form in your eyes in an instant. You close the folder and pretend you need to use the bathroom. You try to sob in silence but if someone listens carefully, they can hear your pain. You’re short of breath everytime you think back to this paper. This paper telling you about the death of your best friend since you were ten. He’s not the first to die but his death is your last straw. You wish you could scream all your despair, but you can’t. You can’t feel anything while working ; for W.I.C.K.E.D, you’re here to find a cure, not to do feelings. Sacrifices need to be made. You can’t forget it. Janson won’t let you. Your tears are stronger when suddenly someone knocks on the door. You stop sobbing, fearing you’ll be discovered. When you hear Thomas’ voice, you open to him. He stays in front of you for a few seconds before daring to talk.

“I read the file. I’m sorry, Y/N.”

“I’m sick of it, Thomas.” you say, angry, “I can’t watch them die anymore. I can’t watch my friends die anymore. I want it to stop ! I know we’re doing it for a good cause, but do we really need to sacrifice all these human lives for a potential cure ? It is not fair.”

“I know.”

“I want to get them out of there. I want us to get them out of there and leave with them, far away from W.I.C.K.E.D. I won’t be able to take another death, Thomas. I… I can’t.” you pronounce with a broken voice.

Ignoring what to say, Thomas takes you in his arms. He hopes he’ll reassure you but he knows in this kind of situation, it’d be an utopia. You’re doomed to see horrors in the hope to save humanity. Nothing he could do or say would help you to get better. He knows it because he tries everyday to reassure himself, in vain.

“We should go.” you resume, breaking your embrace, “Janson is gonna wonder where we are.”

“You’ll be okay ?”

“Will they ?” you retort, eyes full of pain.

Thomas stays silent, knowing he can’t answer your question honestly. You give him one last look, leave the bathroom and go back to your job. Thomas takes a few minutes before going back as well, a neutral expression on his face. As for you, you use your computer as if a few instants before you weren’t overwhelmed by your emotions. You both act like they taught you.

The next few days, you grieve in silence. Thomas stays by your side even though he feels useless. However, he doesn’t realise it but he helps you to not sink because you tell yourself that despite everything, you still have Thomas. You’re not entirely lost. You still have a reason to go on.

During the night, you both leave your respective dormitory, meeting each other in an isolated room in the W.I.C.K.E.D facility, like you always do whenever one of you is feeling down. You don’t do anything special there. You just cuddle, trying to forget the pain of the world and yours. It’s not successful but you’re there for each other. That night, Thomas breaks the silence with important information.

“I know how we can help them.”

“What do you mean ?”

“You remember Doctor Mary ?” he asks and you nod, “She left W.I.C.K.E.D because she didn’t agree with their experiences anymore. She works for the Right Arm now.”

“The Right Arm, the resistance ?” you want to make sure, looking at him.

“Yeah. I think she could delay some of their plans with the information she had but now, she doesn’t have access to it anymore. If we can communicate with her, we can help them. We’ll give the Right Arm everything they’ll need before leaving.” Thomas states, determined.

“How can we find her ? The Right Arm must be untraceable.”

“I started researching when we learned of Nicolas' death. I think I’m about to find them. It’ll be dangerous but we can get our friends out of these mazes. What do you say ?”

“I’m with you.” you accept, without an ounce of hesitation, “I want to bring down W.I.C.K.E.D.”

You look into each other’s eyes, courage taking possession of your body. You have a plan and you’ll make sure you’ll put it into action as soon as possible. Sacrifices have been going on for too long.

When Thomas has finally found the Right Arm, he lets you know. During the night, you both get in one of the rare rooms where there is a radio to communicate with the outside and start the call. You’re happy to be so close and yet scared that the Right Arm might not trust you.

“Hello ? I’m Thomas, I work for W.I.C.K.E.D and I got information for you.” he starts the conversation without an answer, “Mary ? Are you there ? It’s me Thomas. I can help you.”

You stay silenced for a few moments. Thomas is about to cut the communication off when he hears a feminine voice.

“Thomas ? I���d never thought I’d hear from you. Are you safe ? Are you alone ?”

“Y/N is with me. We want to give you all the information you’ll need to bring down W.I.C.K.E.D. We don’t want to see our friends die anymore.”

“We want it to stop. No one deserves to be in those mazes. We want to save them.” you add with teary eyes.

“Very well. I’m going to talk with the other members of the Right Arm. I’ll call you back tomorrow around the same time to organise ourselves. Keep a low profile.”

“Thanks Mary.”

When the call is over, Thomas puts the radio aside and turns to you. Even though you have to wait for the Right Arm’s approval, you both can’t help but smile. You have Mary’s support. You’ll be able to get out of here.

“Thanks Thomas.” you say, “You’ve given me hope again. I never thought it’d be possible.”

“We’ll do everything to help them. We’ll do it.”

When the Right Arm accepts to collaborate with you, you and Thomas start gathering important data and communicate with them once a week. You and Thomas give only a few to let them get ready without alerting Doctor Paige or worse Janson.

One night, while you’re getting ready to sleep, Teresa takes you aside, with a compassionate smile on her face.

“I heard about Nicolas. I’m sorry.” she states genuinely, “but we can’t forget why we’re doing all of this. We must find a cure. The Flare is becoming deadlier every day.”

“I know,” you answer without any emotion, “I’m going to bed, I’m tired.”

Teresa puts her hand on your arm, showing you her support. You smile slightly at her before going to your bed. Your friend’s words have upset you. You know Teresa doesn’t act meanly. She told you her story with her mom, you know why she desperately wants to find a cure. But for you, it doesn’t justify the fact that people act as if all these deaths didn’t represent anything. They represent something for you : your cowardice, your impotence, your pain, but above all, your privilege to have escaped the Trials.

When Thomas and you started working for the Right Arm, you had thought of letting Teresa know but your doubts had held you back. Your conversation with your friend proved to you, you did the right thing. Teresa wouldn’t have agreed with your actions, no matter if you’re friends. For her, W.I.C.K.E.D is really good.

Two months passed, Thomas and you have succeeded to forward information without being noticed. The nights where W.I.C.K.E.D have to handle some crisis, you give more details, allowing the Right Arm to perfect their attack plan. You’re still at the facility, waiting for the perfect moment to run away.

One night, Thomas gives the week’s data before joining you in you and Thomas' shared room. Besides being your safe place, it has also become the place where you wait for the other before debriefing.

When Thomas comes into the room, he sits next to you on the ground. You take each other in your arms and stay silent at first, allowing Thomas to release the fear of being found. When his breath is calmer, he draws your attention.

“Next week, we’re leaving this place. I talked about it with Mary and if we give every known place of their facilities and labs, they’ll have enough to bring down W.I.C.K.E.D so we’ll be able to clear off. You’ll take care of forwarding everything and I’ll take care of making sure we have a way out. They’ll be able to save our friends from the Mazes and take us away from this organisation. Everything is settled.”

“Thomas, it’s risky.” you retort, anxious, “We’re lucky we haven’t gotten caught yet. It’d be too much in one go.”

“We have one week to plan everything correctly. I already have some idea of how we can do it. Don’t worry, we’re gonna get outta here.” he assures you, making you think a little more.

“I trust you, Thomas.”

The following week, your plan is ready. It’s still risky but it can work. You've kept an even lower profile to not give Janson any reason to be suspicious. You do exactly what is asked, without showing any rebellious sign.

When the plan has started, you get every file you need to send, it takes longer than usual. Your stress is at its peak while you’re looking at the downloading line. You can’t stop watching around, afraid to be discovered. For Thomas, he’s on his way toward the control centre. He needs to be sure you both will be able to get out of the facility once you're done. He needs to fight some of the guards on the way, he barely handles them. While he’s doing everything to open the doors, the last data is finally transferred to the Right Arm. You sigh in relief and leave the room. You’re careful on your way to the place Thomas told you to go to. When he’s done with everything for your escape, he hears the walkie-talkie of one of the guards he’s knocked down.

“Need backup. One subject out of the dormitory. Information transferred outside. Janson knows about it. Over.”

Panic takes possession of Thomas’ body, he leaves the room running. He doesn’t try to be discreet, he just wants to find you. You both can’t waste another second, it’s now or never to leave. While he’s looking for you, he finds Teresa around a corner.

“Thomas ? What are you doing here ?” she questions.

“I could ask you the same thing.” he answers, trying to hide his stress.

“I’m working with Doctor Paige after my day. Everything alright ? You should be in your dormitory.”

“I… I need to find Y/N.” Thomas admits, not wanting to waste even more time, “Look, we’re getting outta here tonight but she got caught. Help me find her. If you want to follow us or not, that’s up to you but help me. We just want to leave this place. We don’t want all this blood on our hands anymore.”

“Thomas, I don’t-”

“You’re gonna help me or not ?!” he cuts her off, impatiently.

Teresa doesn’t have the time to answer him that guards are already grabbing Thomas and pushing him backward. He tries to fight them while Teresa is watching the scene, shocked. Thomas is being dragged by force in one of the parts of the facility he knows all too well. They’re going to erase his memory and put him in the maze. He can’t let that happen. He needs to fight. He needs to at least make sure you’re safe. The guards tighten their grip on the teenager, preventing him from moving. When they arrive in the room, they tie him down on a stretcher before ejecting him a product, making him fall asleep instantly. Thomas is changed while he gets more injections, Janson looking at everything they're doing to him. As for you, you’re being interrogated violently. They want to know where the Right Arm is hiding. You stay silent at every punch. You try to recover from an umpteenth hit when you quickly hear a walkie-talkie. One of the guards takes you by the arm and forces you to walk. You don’t look where you’re going, too exhausted. Nothing has importance anymore. You got caught. You won’t be able to escape. You’ll be put on high surveillance or you’ll be sent into the Maze. You only hope Thomas was luckier than you. When you arrive in the room with the guards, they throw you on the ground. You don’t move until you hear Janson’s voice.

“I have to admit you could have gotten away with it. We had doubts there had been leaks but nothing was certain. You knew how to hide your betrayal. But it wasn’t enough. You have been careless today which is why we found you both.”

“Both ?” you ask, hoping you didn’t hear correctly.

“I know very well you weren’t acting on your own, Y/N. Say hello to Thomas. He’s just over there.” he smiles, showing you something behind him.

“Thomas ? Let him go !” you scream, trying to stand up but the guards stop you. “It was my idea ! It wasn’t his fault ! Let him go !”

Your gaze is fixed on Thomas who is trapped in some kind of vertical basin being filled with water. He’s hitting the glass while Janson gets closer to you with a machiavellian smile.

“You were two in on it. You’re going to pay for the consequences of your selfishness.”

“Our selfishness ? What a joke.”

“You tried to fail experience to find a cure that could save humanity for some friends. I think we can say it’s not very charitable.”

“Let him go, please.” you repeat, desperate.

“Oh no ! You’re going to watch his lung being filled with water.” he states, holding your face, forcing you to look at the scene.

Thomas' body is almost fully under water. His head is only above it, allowing him to scream as loud as he can, but the wall lower his voice.

“You're a monster.” you spat

“A man of science, I prefer.”

Thomas keeps screaming, begging them to let you go, but his efforts are vain. The process is almost over and Janson would have never accepted, too proud to have stopped W.I.C.K.E.D’s two traitors.

“Tell me what I can do. If you leave him alone, I’ll do everything you’ll tell me.” you propose.

“Very well. So be a good girl and never speak again.”

When he’s done talking, Janson quickly takes out a weapon and shots you. You don’t have the time to react that your body is already hitting on the ground. Thomas yells louder, even if he’s on the verge of drowning. His tears are getting lost in the basin while he’s watching your blood spreading out on the floor. He keeps hitting the wall, drawing Janson’s attention. He looks at him with a devilish smile. Thomas shows every ounce of anger and frustration until the water in his lungs makes him lose consciousness. Janson sighs happily before ordering someone to get rid of your body and to transfer Thomas into Maze A where his Trial is about to begin.

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talk to me (anarcia ft sasha - popstar au)

it's manager sasha time 😌

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Sasha prided herself in being a rather observant person.

After all, her job required her to make sure everything ran smoothly for Marcia.

She still remembers when she was first introduced to the blonde as her manager: her bright and kind smile as they shook hands for the first time was ingrained into her mind.

Marcia barely had turned 20 yet had already so much pressure, expectations put on her by everyone else. The maternal instinct to protect and look after the singer manifested immediately, Sasha couldn't help it.

Over the six years she had worked as her manager, she had witnessed way too many people take advantage of Marcia's kindness, and she had been left one too many times to collect the pieces as the blonde sobbed into her arms.

That was the reason why, when she caught a glimpse of Marcia kissing her new choreographer, Anetra, she had to make sure history wasn't about to repeat itself.

She took the chance to talk about what was going on a few days later when Marcia was busy writing down in her tiny lyrics book.

"Sweetheart?" She called out, prompting the singer to look up and meet her eyes.

"Yes?"

"What exactly is going on between you and Anetra? Mind you I will know if you're lying to me".

Marcia froze in place, her hand gripping the pen harder.

“What do you mean?” She tried to ask the manager with the most innocent tone she could master.

“I think you know what I mean, Marsh,” Sasha replied as she walked up to the singer and sat next to her on the couch.

“N-Nothing is going on between us, she is just… my choreographer, you know”.

“So you go around kissing all your choreographers?”

Marcia’s eyes widened in panic.

Sasha couldn’t have seen her and Anetra together, right? They had been really careful with everything.

The singer was so into her head she was failing to realize her breaths were shortening, her heartbeat fastening.

Sasha caught on quickly, she was far too familiar with what was happening to Marcia

“Marcia, Baby, listen to me,” she placed her hand on her upper arm, gently squeezing it to bring Marcia out of her own head.

The blonde reluctantly looked up, her eyes were swelling up with tears.

“I’m going to need you to take a deep breath in and out, okay? Can you do that for me, love?”

Sasha’s soothing voice seemed to get through the panic attack.

It took them a few minutes before Marcia was able to calm down enough for Sasha to speak again.

“That’s my good girl,” she said before letting the blonde into her arms to hold her.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean-” Marcia kept apologizing while Sasha petted her hair.

“I shouldn’t have been so blunt with my question”.

“It just… took me off guard,” she admitted, “I was scared you’d make me cut it off if you knew about Anetra”.

Sasha furrowed her brows, “If that’s what you think I would do, I failed you,” she replied before lifting Marcia’s chin, “My job is to make sure you’re happy, sweetheart, and if that dancer is the one responsible for making you smile so much recently, who I am to stop it?”

“Wait… Really?”

Marcia’s eyes beamed in a way that made Sasha smile fondly.

“You remind me so much of my little Kerri, you know?” she gently caressed the singer’s face, “So scared to come out to her mama… when all I want for the both of you is to be happy however and with whomever you want it to be”.

The blonde hugged her manager tightly, smiling into Sasha’s chest when she felt the latter kiss the top of her head.

Both cherished the few moments of silence as they embraced, a rare moment with Marcia’s lifestyle.

“Anetra, uh?” Sasha asked cheekily as Marcia blushed.

She continued with a wink, “Finally, picked a cute one for yourself. Keep making mama proud!”