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blushstories · 3 years

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hello my dear!! i hope you are doing so well!! okay okay i am so excited for this lil drabble day i love this oh my gosh, so only if inspiration strikes, could i possibly request qoute #12 "i told you before. i’m not gonna let anything in this world nor the next harm you." with geralt :') of course only if you want to mwauh remember to stay hydrated and you are a wonderful human mwauh

hello!! oh my goodness yes of course! i was so happy to see you appear in my inbox, you have no idea :") anything for one of my sweetest mutuals !! <33i hope you are doing so well also, please look after yourself and have wonderful weekend!! hope you enjoy, i had maybe four different ideas for this, which i may post later anyway but this one felt new, so hopefully it's not disappointing :)

don't wander off - geralt of rivia

summary: geralt always warns you to not be alone in the depths of the forest. but he was just here a minute ago. where did he go?

word count: 954

prompt #12: "i told you before. i'm not going to let anything in this world nor the next harm you."

warnings: canon-level violence, nothing heavy :)

drabble day prompt list

You never understood why the books you read described moonlight that illuminated the path, acting as a saving grace for whichever character was stranded in the dark, because you couldn’t see more than six feet in front of you. The mushroom you had been inspecting lay forgotten by your feet as you searched for Geralt in the midst of the trees. You listened for footsteps, or Roach’s soft braying, but you heard nothing except the quiet cooing of the crows in the trees. Your heart picked up in your chest. He had been right next to you a few minutes ago, telling you to move on. You took his silence as patience, not that he had actually left you.

“Geralt?” You called, just loud enough for his heightened hearing to pick up if he was nearby. You didn’t want to attract any creatures that could be lurking nearby, as you were too far away from the main path to be safe. There weren’t any visible tracks on the floor that you could see, and you didn’t want to wander too far away in case Geralt tried to retrace his steps. Before wrapping an arm around yourself, you tapped the outside layers of your clothing to check for the dagger hidden underneath. Taking a deep breath, you began to walk in the direction that you had been heading anyway - maybe you could meet him in the middle of retracing your steps.

Being in the forest alone was completely unfamiliar to you, as Geralt warned you never to wander off without him, so you never did. The leaves crunched uncharacteristically loudly as you walked, looking around every now and then for any sign of him. At one moment, the forest lay still and empty. But the next time you turned, you spotted a dark figure just settled in your field of vision. You froze as you took in the network of tree roots supporting the tall creature, instantly recognising it as a Leshy. Your heart skipped a beat.

You knew it was pointless to run from leshen, but you took off in the opposite direction anyway, as fast as your legs would take you. The air burned your lungs as you ran, not being able to consider that you were likely about to be even more lost in the woods than before. What's worse, the forest is the Leshy's weapon. Numerous roots surfaced around you as you ran, loud and angry and relentless as they followed you with smooth movements, so when a thick root finally wrapped around your calf, you weren’t surprised.

“Geralt!” The roots tangled around your legs, weaving around each other while you were dragged towards the creature on your back, with your cloak catching leaves and other dead foliage as it followed behind you. You leaned over to catch hold of an incoming tree as sticks scratched at your back, hearing your name echo somewhere nearby, allowing some of your panic to ebb.

Following a loud squelch, the force pulling against your legs disappeared just as quickly as it came. Geralt crashed into view, wielding his sword that was glowing orange from heat. He started rushing towards you, eyes set on the web of roots that knotted your legs together, but you showed him your dagger. "Go! I've got this!" His sword swung to the side to neutralise another incoming root before spinning on his heel. He sprung into action, expertly swinging his sword at the roots that attacked him you sawed the heavy Leshy remains off of your legs.

You were thankful that its attention was now on Geralt, so you were able to keep low, and hopefully blend into the background of the forest. In the midst of the sounds of sword slicing through Leshy, you spotted another root crawling towards you, preparing to pounce. As if it had a mind of its own, you watched it emerge from the ground, showering dirt around you, hanging in the air before unexpectedly becoming completely limp. You looked up to see Geralt pull his sword out of the creature’s bark, leaving it in the shape of an immobile humanoid tree. You stood up on shaky legs as Geralt made his way towards you, expression unreadable - but you could see the tension in his shoulders. The leaves and twigs fell to the floor with gentle thumps while you brushed and shook them off of your cloak.

When he reached you he took your chin between his index finger and thumb, manoeuvring your head to the left and then the right as his eyes scanned your face, before he stepped back to assess the rest of your body. “I’m fine,” You insisted. “Just relieved to see you.” He was silent for a moment as you followed him to where Roach was waiting. “Are you okay?” He hummed, prompting Roach to start walking again. It took you a minute to recognise his unfocused stare, and the way he was relying on muscle memory to walk more than anything. “It wasn’t your fault, Geralt.” “I should’ve been there.” “You were there; you always are. I ought to thank you, for always being there,” You prepared for him to brush you off somehow, but he didn’t. “You don't have to thank me. I told you before. I’m not going to let anything in this world nor the next harm you.” You smiled to yourself, playing with a loose thread on your cloak. “I know. I trust you.” “Good. Are you really alright?” The soft tone to Geralt's voice had returned as he glanced back at you. "I promise I am. But do me a favour, Mr Witcher." "What's that?" "Don't wander off like that again."

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andsheloved · 3 years

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hiiii I know Im almost late but I saw that you didn’t get as many drabble requests as you hoped so I hope it’s not too late to ask for one now! It’s not quite 12am est so i hope it’s okay! 🤍

would you please write #11, flirting when already together, with steve? but I’m thinking it’s not quite flirting but more steve still pursuing and wooing the reader as if he’s still trying to get them to be his?

if it’s too late, I don’t mind waiting if you want to leave this for next week’s drabble day or just have it for whenever you want. no pressure! I hope you’re doing well!!! 🤍🤍🤍

oh my gosh 🤍 my beloved!! thank you so much for stopping by!! this made my heart so happy!! you already know soft steve is one of my favorites, but flirty soft steve?? oh no, you have awakened something within me, i hope i was able to capture something along the lines of what you were thinking of!! and again thank you so much for hopping by this was so sweet!! i hope you are doing so so well and have such a wonderful rest of your week and a wonderful valentines day!! mwauh!!

pairing ~ steve rogers x gn!reader

word count ~ 868

prompt ~ #11: flirting with you even though you two are already together

warnings ~ fluff, brief mention of reader working in a lab, mention of a height difference, steve is in love and very flustered.

It started with the notes at first.

Just small, simple, smiling faces on colorful sticky notes posted in places only you would find them in.

Stuck to the box that held your favorite tea. Sticking out between the pages of your favorite book. One day, you even found one stuck to one of the bottom of your favorite beakers in the lab.

It was cute, adorable even. Trying to find where the notes would be placed everyday had slowly become one of your favorite pastimes, though you had never expected it to escalate the way that it did.

You were unexpectedly thankful that Tony had the doors open to the inside when your stomach dropped at the thought of knocking over the large vase that sat in front of you now.

The glass was that sort of transparent-blue that made the small area surrounding it look like ocean waves on a clear day.

Blue.

You smiled.

You didn't think you had seen so many roses in one place, the arrangement almost wider than your doorway. How were you going to bring this into your room? Maybe you'd get-

"Whoah."

You looked up from admiring the flowers to see Bucky, his eyes wide and mouth slightly open as he gaped at them.

"You win Miss America or somethin'?" He asked, slowly leaning to gently brush his fingers against the petals.

"Not sure" You chuckled, "Maybe a secret admirer..." Your heart fluttered at the idea.

"Don't think it's so secret." You heard him grumble, a twinge of exasperated annoyance in his tone, before flashing a faint smile and passing you by.

A familiar heat bloomed in your cheeks as he rushed by you, and with a satisfied hum, you finally picked up the vase, quickly flipping over the small note attached to one of the stems.

For my sweetheart.

You thought it would return to normal after that, the notes would come back, and the slowly fading flowers would be a one time occurrence.

You really had underestimated him.

You wiped the remaining bits of sleep from your eyes before throwing your hands above your head and planting your feet on the ground beside your bed.

Your eyes widened when you felt the strange sensation of something far too soft on your skin instead of the usually freezing cold flooring.

You shot your head down to see what had replaced the polished concrete to see petals.

Petals?

Maybe on any other morning, if you knew this was the doing of anyone else, you'd probably groan, your eyes would probably be rolling back into your sockets by now at how cliche it all was.

But now, you didn't bother to smother the ever-growing grin that threatened to split your face in two.

The vibrant, red petals formed a distinct path on the floor, leading you out the door and onto the main floor. You easily ignored the discontented groans and grumbles coming from the kitchen as you almost tripped over your own feet.

Your heartbeat thundered in your ears, your hands fidgeting with anticipation as you finally reached the library. You paused for a moment, your breath hitching as the muffled sounds of soft jazz finally reached your ears.

You sighed wistfully.

Of course.

The large door creaked, making you wince at the sound as you slowly opened it.

A soft gasped escaped you when you took in the sight. "Steve..."

All furniture had been neatly moved aside, a large blanket replacing the couch in front of the rustic fire place, books surrounding it on either side. Steve stood just to the left of the blanket, a wicker basket hooked over his right arm as he anxiously shifted his weight from one leg to another.

"Hey..." He mumbled, his voice filled with an uncharacteristic tremble.

You gently shut the door behind you to grant the both of you some privacy as you walked closer to him, "You didn't have to- This is-" You stammered, before he swiftly cut you off.

"Is it too much?" He asked, his tone frantic, "I knew the flowers might've been a little much-"

"Steve." You smiled, placing your hand on his chest, "It's perfect." You felt his chest fall, as if he had been holding his breath since you entered the room. "But you really didn't need to do all this for me."

"Why not?" He instantly replied, sounding vaguely peeved that you would even suggest him not doing this for you.

You shrugged, sighing as you thought for a moment. "I know that we're... Together, I didn't need you to go out-"

"Hey," He almost-whispered, "That doesn't mean I can't still try to win over my sweetheart." The shadow of a blush crept up his cheeks as he spoke.

"Oh, so the flowers were you?" You smirked, snaking your arms around his waist.

You could feel the humored scoff that left him in response, "Should I be worried about anyone else getting you flowers?"

"I don't know, Bucky seemed pretty suspicious when he saw them, don't know if you'd pick those roses out yourself..."

"S'that right?"

You hummed, nodding your head against his chest.

"Guess I'll just have to win you back all over again, then..." He pressed a delicate kiss to the top of your head before unexpectedly pulling you closer until you were almost flush against him.

"Steve!" You squealed, the room growing suddenly hotter from the proximity.

"I'd do it everyday if you asked me to, sweetheart."

soft steve rogers >>> he owns my whole brain, so thank you so much for this one 🤍!! mwauh!! i hope you all enjoyed this lil fluff bomb today!! i also realized this is kind of similar but less angsty to my fic 'p.s i love you' so if you want some more of this check that one out!! mwauh!!

as always, likes, comments, and reblogs are always, always appreciated!!

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fqiryspit · 2 years

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snippet of side effects pls 😭😭😭❤️

AHHHH OF COURSE! 💞

Levi forced you to take his number and - in his words- "anything. absolutely anything happens, call me"

you no longer have the time -and money- to waste in a hotel. so, you pack your clothes into the duffle bag you snatched the night you left.

as you pushed and stuffed the clothes into your bag, the light pitter-patter could be heard as it started raining. your mind raced of scenarios on unexpectedly meeting Eren today, you zipped up the duffle bag and hoped for the best.

driving to his place you left off

maybe it was the empty stomach you were on,

or the nerves of seeing Eren again

either way, dread filled your body.

and it only got worse when you entered the elevator, walked down the hall, and finally raised your hand to knock on the door until-

"you asshole!"

a woman's voice screamed from the other side of the door

hehehehe it should be posted this week! MWAUHH MWAUH MWAUH 😘💞

#I'm glad you guys are enjoying side effects so much!#you guys mean so much to me #MWAUH i love youuuu! <3

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jwritesandrambles · 3 years

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“Supposed to Be”

Hi there! Yeah I still barely use tumblr but hey lookit I did the wrote thing down!!!!

I would like to give a bit thank you to @schweeeppess and @dragonsworn05 for editing my messy dyslexic rambles. @noroomforcream and @just-a-little-in-over-my-head did some really cool art for this!

(if I missed tagging someone, it’s not personal I appreciate you so much, I’m just posting in a rush mwauh)

Jason was back in Gotham. For the second time since he died, actually.

The last time hadn’t gone well. Technically, it had gone according to plan--for the most part--but Jason was still shambling together the broken pieces of his mind. Back then in December, all that was left of Jason were the shards of hurt and anger. He had been living for nothing but the idea of someone else’s death. Coming back to the real world, away from the sheltered and hidden places of the League of Shadows and the All-Caste, seemed to bring a bit of him back. Seeing Bruce, talking to him…everything that went down, and the reminder that he cared about him--loved him, even--it woke something up in Jason. Something that he thought had died along with him and never came back.

He had spent a year by himself, taking any mercenary jobs he could get, trying to find something other than the all consuming anger that had fuelled him for the past few years, but his travels didn’t matter now, as he stood in a back alley of Gotham, the protective red helmet tucked under his arm. He wished his replacement, Tim Drake, hadn’t chosen this particular alley to meet up in.

The balcony and rickety old fire escape were unforgettable to Jason. It was where he had met the Bat, after trying to jack the tires off one of those many damn expensive cars that Bruce had. Not only where it began, but where he once thought it would end. It was only a year ago he had stood, gun trained on Bruce, the man he had, for a time, called father. His voice shook and tears rolled down his cheeks, “it would be so easy to kill you.”

Jason was ripped from his reminiscing as a soft thud signaled that Red Robin had landed behind him. Jason flinched more than he’d like to admit, but fought the urge to draw his weapon. Quick reflexes was a nice way of saying jumpy.

“Hood,” The teen greeted.

“Replacement,” Jason said with a nod, echoing Tim’s tone back at him, relaxing.

“Weren’t you a replacement too?” Tim pointed out, seeming to take no offence.

Jason shrugged, “True. I’m not denying it. Just as long as you know that’s probably what B expects. Another Grayson,” he mumbled.

Sure, he was less angry than before, but that didn’t mean Jason wasn’t a bitter son of a bitch.

Tim bit the inside of his lip, an awkward and slightly uncomfortable look on the visible part of his face. It flickered away and was replaced with a more professional, neutral expression as he cleared his throat.

“Yes... well... We’re here for a job so let’s focus. You got all the information B sent you?” He was honestly trying his best, but he was hesitant about this mission. Could anyone blame him? Jason Todd had proven himself to be... volatile. The memories of Jason’s violence were all too fresh in Tim’s mind.

“Yeah, I got it. I read the file over,” he mumbled. He puffed out a weak breath, “Scarecrow set up a chemical mixing shop by the docks, at least one shipment has come in, but we can expect more, right? Anything I missed?” Jason asked, rummaging through his coat pockets.

He pulled out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter. He had been trying to quit, but he didn’t want to be getting distracted with cravings while trying to focus on the mission.

Tim watched him quietly as he lit off, smelling the tobacco from up on his perch.

“Um... yes, that’s all,” the teen dragged his teeth along the edge of his lip. The skin felt slightly raw and sore from his empty minded nibbling.

Jason started walking off down the alley, leaving a slight trail of lingering smoke in damp air. Tim followed.

“So,” Jason pulled the cigarette from his lips, careful not to let his helmet slip from under his arm. He held it between his first and second fingers, “Uh.. Why’d you have us meet here instead of anywhere closer to the docks?” He asked, trying to break the awkwardly growing silence.

“Scarecrow has patrols circulating around the docks. We’re less likely to be spotted if we’re not waiting around there to meet up,” Tim explains with a little shrug.

Jason hummed a brief note of understanding, “Oh yeah, that makes sense. I’m, uh, I haven’t worked with anyone in... years,” Jason paused, taking another drag from the smouldering cigarette, “Y’know, really nothing team oriented since working with B. Even then I was a shitty teammate,” he laughed hollowly.

Tim nodded, thinking about what Jason’d just said. Had it really been that long? Maybe… maybe the fact that Jason was even admitting to being a bad teammate didn’t bode well. It could mean trouble for them later. If it was so obvious that even Jason could admit it, perhaps Tim shouldn’t have done this team-up.

Shaking himself out of his thoughts, Tim ran to catch up to Jason quickly, “Wait... how old are you?” He asked upon reaching him.

“I’m t- uh... hold on, well... how long was I gone?” He asked Tim in return.

“You were thought to be dead for five years,” Tim told him, in a tone like he was reciting a Wikipedia page written about the formally deceased, wayward Wayne boy. Now that Jason thought of it, he was certain Bruce had a file written up on him now. Bruce had written up for every major criminal in Gotham city.

Jason let out a low whistle and soft huff, “I must be… twenty one now? Weird.”

“So... you didn't know how old you were till now?” Tim raised a brow, causing the mask to shift.

“Yeaahh,” Jason drew the word out sarcastically, pretending to took him deep thought to reconcile. “Somethin’ about the severe head trauma, dying, comin’ back, and being isolated from the normal world for years, all while being a wreck the whole time seems to have made my memory a lil’ fuzzy,” Jason said with a wry, sarcastic smile.

Tim seethed silently, letting out a series of apologetic mumbles, eyes dropping to ground ahead of him- it was a tactless and rude thing to ask, and Tim should’ve known that!

Jason laughed weakly, hand quickly coming up towards him and... ruffled Tim’s hair? The boy hadn’t even had a chance to recoil. He was just confused; that was the last thing he’d expect from Jason.

The man stubbed out his cigarette and lumbered on ahead of Tim, dropping it in the trash, “Don’t worry about it, kid. I was just being a bitch, you’re fine.”

Tim opened and closed his mouth, eyes wide like a deer in headlights. A man who tried to kill him only a year ago had just ruffled his hair?! He decided not to comment on it, because-- after all--what the hell could he even say?

Tim cleared his throat again, “We should get into position, we’re almost there. Maybe get your, uh, helmet-thingy on?” He suggested.

Jason glanced at the helmet- he’d almost forgotten he had it tucked under his arm.

“Yeah, of course,” Jason said, lifting his helmet and plunking it on his head, “good reminder, Timbers.” His voice became modulated the second the helmet covered his head. His low, gravely, smokers growl of a voice, was nowhere near and deep and gravely as Bruce’s--but sounded like it took a step closer with every box of cigarettes--became a pitch lower still. An odd robotic twang edged his words, giving him a metallic, cyber sound.

Tim adjusted his own mask, making sure it was firmly in place before nodding to Jason. The two silently started up again, approaching a warehouse that was supposed to be locked until the next morning’s shipment. “Supposed to be” being the operative words. Instead, there was muted huffing and shuffling as two of Scarecrow’s workers uncomfortably hauled a large crate into the building.

Both Jason and Tim seemed to shrink into the shadows at the same instant; each becoming one with the wall. Jason drew his weapon quietly, earning a disapproving frown from Tim. “I’m not gonna kill them. Chill,” Jason whispered in that odd robotic voice.

Tim seemed satisfied enough to quit pouting at Jason. They crept closer, making little dashes between hiding spots when the coast was clear.

Jason let out a breath of curse as his eyes fell about the giant, glass, canister. It was filled with a bubbling, sickly, arsenic green substance.

“No way, that shit is all fear toxin? Fuck! He’s got enough to blast the entire downtown!” His voice came through in a synthesized hiss.

“Worse.” Tim whispered, spying the large pressurizer on top of the glass container. “That’s just the liquid form. When he releases it, it’ll be gaseous. If it’s released from the container from a high vantage point, a small breeze could cover the entire city in minutes.”

The severity of the situation washed over what little of Tim’s features were visible from beneath the mask.

This wasn’t just a quick little in and out operation anymore. One wrong move and there could have a small, yet very messy, catastrophic outcome.

Tim had to plan this carefully, because there was no way they could afford to mess this up.

He turned to Jason...or, rather, where Jason had just been seconds before.

Jason had evidently had a similar train of thought to Tim’s. He’d realized this was a serious situation, though, instead of drawing the conclusion to re-evaluate, re-plan, and carry on with caution, or something sensible-- he seemingly forgot any sense of subtlety he had. Oh, God forbid carefully thinking his actions out, like any sane rational person would do. Or calling for backup, like anyone with a vague semblance of self-preservation. No no, instead, Jason had decided it was best to act now and not waste a second with plans or any ideas of safety. He jumped into action.

Jason was already leaping over the crate the two vigilantes had been hiding behind seconds ago, as Tim let out a quiet imploring hiss of “Wait--oh no-”“ but it was too late.

Jason already had his gun drawn.

“Scarecrow!” he yelled, “this ends now!” He fired at the box the two workers were carrying, sending it out of their hands and clattering to the floor. A series of shattering followed the initial crash as the contents shattered. Whatever chemicals that had been inside hissed loudly, a faint smoke rising from between the boards of the wooden box.

“Hood!?” The Scarecrow rounded to face who he knew as the ex-criminal, ‘The Red Hood.’

“In the flesh.” Jason kept his gun trained on Scarecrow, while a third worker who had been off to the side started to shuffle his way towards him.

“Thought you moved your little operation away from Gotham when the Bats got the better of you,” Scarecrow commented, not seeming pleased about the interruption at all.

Scarecrow’s worker lunged at Jason. Tim kicked himself mentally and left hiding, kicking the worker --physically, not mentally this time-- back away from Jason. The third worker scuttled back, apparently deciding this altercation was above his pay grade.

Jason felt something he hadn’t really felt in a long time; it was a feeling akin to camaraderie. He had someone watching his back for once. If the circumstances hadn’t been so dire, he might have even cracked a smile. Or, rather, he might have felt a slight tug at the corner of his lips, at least.

“Well, yeah, the bats did get the best of me. Now I’m tryna give them my best. And that involves bootin’ your sorry ass out of here.”

“Quick witted, aren’t you?” Scarecrow tensed slightly. His eyes darted away from behind his mask for a moment. He was glancing to the side. Tim followed his gaze over to the-

Shit! The canister! If the bullet missed Scarecrow it would-

Tim knew what scarecrow was thinking, but it was too late.

“NO!” Tim shouted, helplessly watching as Scarecrow dove.

As expected, Jason pulled the trigger reflexively, but the Scarecrow had already ducked. The bullet made a resounding bang as it fired, hitting the large gas canister.

Tim seized up, every nerve buzzing, every muscle tensed, every fibre of his being filled with an awful sinking sensation. The room was deadly-still. It was like something written by the hand of a fool-hardy novelist, who was paid far too much for over-the-top paperbacks; The bullet had embedded itself in the glass, acting like a stopper. A sickening series of cracks emanated from the canisters, as a thin spidery web formed across the glass. All tendrils originating from where the bullet hit.

Jason let out a low whistle, “Well. That coulda been disastrous.”

Tim couldn’t help but feel relieved, a stressed laugh escaping his lips.

Scarecrow was scampering away, his workers already having pulled a quick disappearing act themselves, because, this wasn’t what he’d planned.

“Don’t even think about it, Crane,” Jason said as he turned, taking a heavy step.

Said heavy step was apparently too much. The glass gave a shuttering groan, followed by a small hiss as gas began to leak.

Tim made an involuntary distressed sound. Something akin to an exhausted sigh mixed with a whimper.

The one word that ever so eloquently graced Jason’s lips was, “Fuck.”

And the canister...

Burst.

The pressure placed on the glass had built up and could no longer hold.

Jason’s final step had been the breaking point, the spider work of cracks along the glass giving way with a great shatter.

Shards of the canister flung themselves across the room. The liquid that had been held within instantly began vaporizing into a thick, sickening gas. To anyone that had the misfortune of inhaling it, it felt as though the gas was trying --with every atom of its existence-- to choke the life out of its victim. It reached into their lungs, clawed at their insides, grabbing at their desperately beating hearts, and squeezed. It forced their brain to fill their body with adrenaline and hallucinogens. Tim knew this.

He’d studied the Scarecrow’s fear toxin many times. He’d been exposed to it before, too. Tim knew this fear and knew he was helpless to do anything about it.

Tim was helpless to stop this. He had failed. He’d failed Bruce. He’d failed this mission. Because he was weak. He was weak, helpless, hopeless, a failure, a burden, unwanted. He was nothing more than a replaceable replacement. No one would care if he was gone, God, it’s not like anyone would ever notice! He was a forgettable nothing. Tim coughed and wheezed. He couldn’t breathe. He couldn’t breathe!

Tim staggered. He tripped over his feet trying to get away from the intense fear that gripped his throat. Tim realized something physical was gripping his neck. The thing dragged him back roughly, towards what he could only assume was something horrid. Tim clawed at the thing gripping his throat. As he gasped for shuddering breath, he couldn’t help but begin to sob. He was going to die. He would die and no one would care. No one would even try to find him when he didn’t come home, they wouldn’t even notice because he was worthless, replaceable, weak, failure, helpless!

A new level of fear washed over Tim as he felt something cover his face, it encased his head. Tim could feel it squeeze his skull, he swore the pressure felt tight enough to crush his cranium like a tin can. It was claustrophobic. He felt his own shallow breath bounce back against his lips, because it had nowhere else to go. He was trapped and suffocating.

He couldn’t breathe, he couldn’t breathe, he couldn’t BREATHE! OH--oh, oh no... no? Wait a moment... he COULD breathe.

Tim took a moment to try to get his bearings. He needed to remember how his lungs worked. He awkwardly sucked in a breath of filtered, recycled air. It tasted tinny on his tongue. Tim blinked the tears from his eyes. They rolled down his cheeks, and he became aware of the taste of salt too. There was the faint scent of stale tobacco and smoke. His mind was reeling as he processed each detail. He dragged tongue over his lips nervously, and began to chew at his bottom lip. Tim’s heart was still pounding and his hands were shaking. He raised his hands to feel his head, glancing at his twitching fingers as they passed in front of his face, confusedly. Everything had a red tinge to it. He pressed his hands to his head, feeling a hard smooth surface.

Tim’s brain felt slow and groggy, taking a moment to clue into what was on his head. Was it Jason’s helmet? Yes, yes it was Jason’s helmet, that was certain, but where was Jason?

The thick gas still hung in a green fog, but the helmet seemed to be filtering the worst of it out. Tim swept his arm though the air, watching the gas clear slightly, before swooping in to fill the gaps. Tim knew he needed to thin this stuff out if he wanted to have any hope in finding Jason before tripping over him. He rushed through the room, feeling his way over to the door. Scarecrow’s men had closed it, containing them --and more importantly the gas-- inside. Small mercy the fear toxin wasn’t being released on the city though.

Tim dragged his fingers along the wall. His senses were so heightened that it was almost overstimulating. It was likely due to the toxin, Tim guessed. He could still feel the rough brick as he scraped along, even through the tips of his gloves. It was oddly reassuring. A steady constant he could focus on until -thunk- His hand bumped into a smooth metallic protrusion from the wall. Exactly what Tim had been looking for.

“Bingo.”

Tim swept his other arm through the air again, doing his best to fan the gass away for him to get a bit of a better view of what he was hoping to see. A metal switch box, old and slightly rusted around the edges. Tim had been counting on any wearhouse by the docks having a ventilation system to keep the products safe from humidity. Of course, he was right. With some difficulty, Tim wrenched the switch box open. After straining to read faded, dusty labels through the gas in the air, he flipped what he hoped was the right switch.

There was a small whine of aching metal that hadn’t moved in a long time and Tim cracked into a grin underneath the helmet.

He’d done it!

The fans kicked into a regular pace. The smooth ‘whoomp whoomp whoomp’ of turning blades filled Tim with a sense of muted triumph. The foggy haze of fear gas began to thin as the building began to filter it out, mixing it with the humid air. Tim figured it would be condensed and drip out to puddle with the dirty water in the alley behind the warehouse. If Tim was right, which he usually was, it wouldn’t harm anyone unless they decided to drink from the puddle water. Which was unlikely, but not impossible. It was Gotham after all.

Tim looked around the room as the gas dissipated. His gaze found its way to a shaking heap on the floor next to the shattered remains of the canister he had been standing before. The proud grin faded from Tim’s lips.

That... that wasn’t a good sign at all.

“Hey, um, hood? Red hood, status?” He asked, the words felt strange as they left his mouth. Hearing his own modulated voice echo slightly in the room felt vaguely surreal.

The heap of muscle and leather known as Jason didn’t reply.

Seeing Jason’s twitching body on the floor emptied a hollow pit in Tim’s stomach. Jason had never seemed like he was even capable of fear. Capable of rage, capable of hurt, and capable of pain, sure, but fear seemed like something Tim would’ve assumed Jason was beyond. Something so... innate, that the unnatural nature of Jason’s second life would’ve swept it away.

Tim made his way over, hesitantly rolling the helmet forward off his head. The fear toxin seemed to be thin enough now that it wasn’t harming him.

“Ja-er, Jason?” Tim’s soft voice seemed thunderously loud in the quiet room. The only other sounds around were the fans quietly whirring away and, far more disturbingly in his opinion, the even quieter shaking breaths and distressed whimpering tumbling from Jason’s lips.

Jason was not in good shape. He was shaking violently, hands over his head. His whimpers were punctuated by violent spasms that racked his body every few seconds, accompanied with a louder more pronounced cry.

Tim felt the colour drain from his face. He quickly kneeled down, setting the helmet on the concrete floor next to them both with a slight clink. Tim grabbed Jason’s arm, trying to turn him on to his back. Jason heftily flailed the arm Tim pulled, unintentionally hitting Tim in the face. Tim yelped in surprise as a sharp pain sprung from his nose, warm liquid leaking down his face. The blood pouring down his face didn’t deter Tim much, the blood coursing through him seeming to do the opposite for pain as it did the rest of his senses. The pain was slightly numbed--or, rather, it had become easy to ignore. He fought to wrangle both of Jason’s arms, quickly scrambling to sit on Jason’s torso, struggling to pin Jason’s arms down with his legs.

Tim took off his mask. He knew it was against protocol, but an un-obscured face was easier to recognize when the toxin took hold, in Tim’s experience.

“Jason? Jason, look at me. Can you hear me?” he asked quickly, holding on to Jason’s shoulders. He desperately hoped Jason wouldn’t throw him off. Jason’s eyes were unfocused, spinning around wildly all over the room.

Tim tried to process Jason’s words, “No, not again, ple--I can’t I--it hurts! Fuck! It hurts,” Jason’s words became incomprehensible for a moment, then his fists clenched tightly. “I don’t want to die! Not again. Not again not again not again! He’s gotta come save me, take me home, he’s gotta! Shit, not again!“ he choked and broke off with a shout and another full body jerk.

Tim was jostled but didn’t fall off, by some miracle. “Jason!” he tried. “Listen to me!” Tim put his hands on either of Jason’s face. Jason flinched away from Tim’s touch with a sob of “It hurts, it hurts, I can hear all my bones snapping, I’m dying, it’s crushing me, I can’t--I can’t--”

“I know,” Tim cut him off gently, “I know it hurts and--and you’re scared, but you’re not alone, I’m right here. I’m going to help you,” Tim tried to catch Jason’s focus.

Jason’s roaming eyes stopped dodging around the room, and turned towards Tim. He kept looking from Tim’s shoulders, Tim’s chest, back up to his face and then to his eyes and back to his chest again. Perhaps not the ideal image of calming down but it was a first step.

“Good,” Tim praised softly in relief. He ran his thumbs over Jason’s cheeks gently. Now more so than ever did Tim take notice of the scars on either side of Jason’s face. On Jason’s left cheek, there was a jagged line that traced from his cheek bone down to his jaw. A similar yet smaller one was mirrored on Jason’s right. Tim could understand why Jason flinched from him. He shook the thought from his mind, “See? We’re okay. Just try to breathe, in and out. You can do that, right, Jason?”

“No! No! I c-can’t, I’m crushed, I can’t. My--my lungs, they’re all full of blood, and mud, and dirt, and fuckin’ I dunno what!” Another violent thrash went through Jason’s body, almost toppling Tim off this time. “I can’t breathe, it hurts! I want it to stop hurting! How do I make it stop!?”

“Uah--yeah, I know it hurts, but I promise nothing is crushing you. It’s just me, I’m light, and I’m here and I--I know it hurts I’m going to try to make it stop but I need to--” Jason thrashed, but Tim didn’t relinquish his hold on him, “--but I NEED you to stay still!”

Jason’s eyes finally locked on to Tim’s, “M-make it s-stop?” he echoed back to the smaller vigilante.

“Yeah, yeah I’m going to try to make it stop.” Tim slowly pulled his hands away from Jason, sitting back slightly, starting to fish through the many pockets and pouches attached to the strap around his waist.

He almost always had the antidote on hand. Bruce had trained him and prepared him meticulously, making certain that Tim would be ready with everything they had at all costs. The only issue was it was enough antidote for him; almost seventeen, about a head shorter and ninety pounds lighter--nowhere near enough antitoxin for the two hundred and forty pounds of murder that was the shaking mass of Jason Todd slumped before him.

Jason dropped his head back against the concrete floor, beginning to mutter once again.

“My fault. All my fault. I can’t--all dead.”

“No one is dead, Jason, everyone is okay,” Tim said, soon after feeling a small surge of triumph as he located his field fear toxin antidote kit. He opened it, quickly pulling out a small vial, and a syringe.

Jason’s eyes snapped to the syringe in Tim’s hand as he filled with antidote. Jason grew quiet for a second before starting to try to fight Tim off of him, “No, no no no no no no! Don’t go! don’t go! Not again, I can’t be alone, can’t be asleep he’s gonna kill us. Dad said he’ll get rid’f his mistakes!”

Tim knew Bruce wouldn’t have ever threatened Jason like that. He could only assume Jason meant his biological father.

“Said he would--don’t, don’t! It’s crushing me I can’t be alone!” Jason couldn’t keep hold of his own fears. They ran together, all mixed in to become some dread filled nightmare he couldn’t wake up from.

Tim was lucky Jason was so sloppy in this state. If he’d had a bit more of his wits about him, Tim figured Jason would’ve easily shaken him off already.

“You aren’t alone!” Tim reminded Jason, struggling to inject Jason without hurting him. “This is going to make it stop, I promise!” Well, that wasn’t fully true. But the dose would reduce it.

When Jason wouldn’t hold still enough for him to properly gauge where the vein he needed was, Tim unceremoniously jabbed at where he hoped it was instead.

Jason shouted, thrashing around like a heavy shark in a net being lifted out of water.

Tim pulled the empty syringe away quickly, letting Jason throw him off. He stumbled and crashed back down, landing on the concrete floor a few feet away. Tim only now realized how heavy his breath was as he watched Jason writhe freely on the floor before him. As Tim caught his breath, Jason’s movements gradually began to slow. The mutterings of fear faded into soft whimpers, then into deep breaths like Tim’s. Tim bit at his lip again. “Jason?” he asked, leaning forward slightly.

Jason groaned in response. He took a moment to collect himself as he grew conscious of reality again. Really, reality was a shit hole too, but it was a better shit hole. He shifted slightly, cussing under his breath.

Tim felt an invisible weight lift from his shoulders; swearing like a sailor was promising in Jason’s case.

He quickly scooted across the floor to him.

“Hey,” Tim said in a hushed voice. “Jason? How you feeling?”

Jason--with what felt like the struggle of Sisyphus rolling his boulder for the millionth time--rolled over to face him. The white shock of hair stuck to Jason’s forehead with panic induced sweat. He puffed out a lungful of air in a feeble attempt to blow the hair from his face. Jason swiftly gave up on that and swallowed heavily.

“I-I... yeah, yeah, I uh... I--okay. I’m feeling okay,” Jason rambled, looking dazed. He took up scanning the room again, hyper-vigilant to any danger.

Tim nodded slowly. He grabbed a water bottle that was shoved in one of his many pouches. He helped Jason sit up, just enough so he could sip at the water, and forced the bottle into Jason’s hands.

“Drink,” Tim ordered, quietly.

Jason’s hands still shook lightly, causing him to fumble with the cap in his hands.

Now that the danger had passed, Tim finally had time to process what had happened; he often found himself acting and only having time to absorb the details afterwards. Details like that Jason had traded his safety and immunity for Tim’s.

Why did Jason do that?

“Not... that I’m ungrateful,” Tim began hesitantly, “but that was a stupid thing to do, just… now- today,” he stumbled out awkwardly.

“I know,” gasped Jason after a long chug of water, a weak smile on his lips.

“I mean--it’s like in those before flight messages on planes. Put your mask on before the baby’s or whatever,” Tim joked slightly. Tim’s nose wrinkled slightly, cringing just the tiniest bit as he realized he implied he was the baby in this situation, “Well, you know what I’m getting at…”

Jason seemed to only take even more amusement out of the teen’s regret. Tim never thought he’d see the day where he felt tension draining at the sigh of Jason Todd, a man that tried to kill him and about eighty other people, smiling.

Jason laughed weakly, though it came out a little haltingly, as the shivering shakes hadn’t yet subsided. “Yeah, well, I d-did have my mask on. I just... gave it to the k-kid before the plane went down,” he mused. He didn’t really believe in his own point, and shook his head.

“No, no you’re right. It was stupid and I know that.”

They fell into a slightly awkward silence for a second, the burning question still gnawing at Tim’s mind.

“Why?” Tim said, abruptly. “Er, why did you do that? If you knew it was stupid?”

Jason didn’t answer for a long moment. Instead stalling by taking another swig of water. He wiped his mouth on the back of his hand before answering.

“I don’t know,” Jason admitted, with a little smile.

Jason was breathing heavily, but seemed more focused, “I didn’t... really think. Maybe I was just makin’ up for other stuff I f-fucked up or... dunno. I guess I j-just... I knew if one of us was gonna be safe, it had to be y-ou.”

Jason swore he could practically see the little loading sign twirl in Tim’s nerd-brain as the teen processed what he’d said. The mental loading bar filled, and Jason’s words seemed to click. Tim’s eyes dropped away, and he smiled a little shyly. Not an awkward or uncomfortable smile. Just complimented.

“Thanks,” Tim’s voice was just above a whisper, “ that was... really nice of you.”

“It’s okay, don’t men-ention it. Like literally ever. It’ll ruin my rep,” Jason cracked a teasing smirk once again and Tim got to his feet laughing lightly.

“Annnnddd he’s back to normal,” Tim chuckled and offered Jason a hand. Tim yanked him, not without obvious difficulty, up to stand tall. Jason leaned on him for a moment before straightening, keeping a hand on Tim’s shoulder to steady himself. Tim quickly bent down and scooped up their masks from the floor where he’d set them down.

“Let’s get you home,” Tim hummed, putting Jason’s arm around his shoulders again when he stood.

“Hey, I’m fin-ne, you don’t have to take me back,” Jason argued, but Tim was already starting to lead him away.

“Too bad, I decided I am.”

“Rep-placement Robin number whatever you are--I am fine!”

“Sure you are, that’s why you can’t stand up right by yourself?”

“Shut up!”

“I speak only truth.”

The two bickered all the way back through away from the docks. All the way back through the city. All the way until they reached Jason’s apartment complex. Then they bickered some more. Though neither knew it yet, what had begun forming was the beginning of a close bond. One that nothing would be able to break.

#batman #robin #jason todd #redhood #red hood #Tim Drake #red robin #batfam big bang 2021 #Just for Fun #idk how tumblr works

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genshinluvr · 2 years

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It is my first time doing this😭

But your writing are MWAUH HOLY SHIT, i was not a zhongli lover but the story you make with the isekaid!reader just makes me grips the sheets shut my phone rethink of the scenario and i would be ascending (you literally made me so inlive with zhongli WHAT HAVE YOU DONE😭)

Anyways, crave 2 was REALLY good i shutted my phone so many DAMN times from just how GOOD it is! You've been one of my favs here on tumblr and I've just found your acc recently and its been my habit to check your acc everytime i open tumblr to see if you wrote something new💀 but in conclusion : your writings is the best for me🤩 and i would like to see more of your writings as well, (im sorry if there are grammar mistakes english is not my first language)

LMAO OMG I MADE YOU INTO A ZHONGLI SIMP WITH MY WRITING!?!?!? 😭 I just typed Zhongli out how I would imagine him to be if he were to be a boyfriend, and because I have a soft spot for Zhongli. That man makes me weak to the knees, ugh I love him sm 🥺

I'm glad you like Crave 2! I was honestly worried about it since it does have triggering content in it and I think it's a small improvement from my very first smut! ;v; I'm happy to hear that you enjoy the content I put out! :D It makes me happy and I want to continue to post as much as I can before my third year of college starts at a university ;3; your English is fine! No need to worry! :>

#genshinluvr #genshinluvr answers

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nocapesdahling · 3 years

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would anyoNE BE INTERESTED IN GROGU SKETCH???? WOULD ANYONE???? I MUST SEE IT NOW, YOU HAVE TO NOW (only if u feel comfy doing so of course!) BUT I AM NOW OBSESSED AND I HAVENT EVEN SEEN IT YET, mwauh

Madeline, this gave me such a big smile! 💜 You’re wonderful! I don’t know what happened to my original post about it, but I’ll post it shortly and tag you. Thank you for this lovely ask!

#I make no promises on the quality #Erika loves madeline #andsheloved 💜#asks

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thegetoufather · 3 years

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Blush, Fuchsia, Chartreuse, Burgundy 😘😘

BURGUNDY = I get excited when I see posts from you

FUCHSIA = Your blog content is gold

BLUSH = Seeing you on my dash makes my day a little better.

CHARTREUSE = You’re my homie

marquie!!!! you’re my homie too PLEASE this is so kind all these colors back to you with a kiss *MWAUH*

send a color!

#ask games

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dahlingplease · 3 years

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⭐️!! mwauh

ONE - the mwah is vv nice :)!!!!!! Thank u for the vibe I will put it in my pocket

Two-!! Your posts are immaculate what a handcrafted clear grip on an aesthic and taste!! Always use ur blog to find uquizzes Also godtier url bi rights

Three- like? You're full of love and I wanna see good things happen for u I'm glad u got to go to the mall and get things you know?

#good vibes #ask #also i am 19 so i like mwah in concept!!! its always super sweet #just a heads up on using it i know no one means any harm

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mochi-marie · 3 years

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AYEEEE RUNAWAY BESTIE MWAUH MWAUH >:))))

OAKSKKSKS >:)) JUST GIMME A FEW HOURS AND YOU MAY SEE AN ANNOUNCEMENT POST PFFF-

#📩 — interacts: astrorae #✉️ — asks #🍀 — my beloved #if anything bad happens #...i blame you cause you told me to runaway 🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️#/j 😪

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andsheloved · 3 years

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hiiii im so excited that queen of fluff is back with drabble days 😁 pls prompt #11 with loki+!established relationship that’s like a *little* angsty :D

as usual pls disregard this if it doesn’t inspire you <3 remember to take breaks today when you need them and 🗣refill your water bottle!!!🗣 HAVE A GREAT DAY i love u the most 🥰 🌷

miA MY DEAR i'm so sorry it's taken me so long to post this but regardless it is here and i love you mwauh, i do love this so much and i absolutely did squeal when i read this request cus like, i love. i love so much. i ended up changing the wording up for this prompt a bit, but i hope you enjoy anyways!! i hope you're remembering to drink some water and take care of yourself today!! mwauh!! ily so much and i hope you're doing so good mwauh i love you mwauh mwauh

pairing ~ loki x gn!reader

word count ~ 1.5k

warnings ~ pre established relationship, bit of angst, comforting fluff, bit of jealousy?? (i'm not really sure if it's considered jealousy but i am unsure), small mention of death, mention of anxiety, the dark world spoilers, crying, loki hugs though :)

prompt ~ #11: 'it’s you, it was always you’

Six weeks.

Six weeks it had been since you had last seen him.

Sure, he had messaged you a handful of times, always explaining how there was some new monster or alien or some new intergalactic thereat that had to be dealt with before he could return.

A part of you felt proud of him, how he was finally being accepted by the rest of the team, even to the point of being allowed to become so involved on missions. Though even through that pride, you couldn't help the incessant whispering that called to you from the back of your mind, you wanted him home, with you.

You hated yourself for thinking that it was such a selfish thought, to want him so much near you that you started to care a little less about whatever new villain of the week he had found himself dealing with.

You missed him, was that such a crime?

He was supposed to be coming back to the tower today though, or so he said.

You wanted to be excited, to feel something more than the exhausting weight of anxiety and slight anger at the thought of him finally coming home to you, but you just couldn't help it.

Every time he promised he would be back, something would always seem to come up for him. Granted it wasn't just extra shifts at the office or dinners with friends that were keeping him.

It was saving the world.

Though your feelings persisted regardless.

You didn't know for how long you had been frantically pacing the floor of your room when you heard the knock at your door.

You froze in place, your hands fidgeting each other as you called out a quick, "Hello?"

You heard a muffled, relieved sigh from the other side of the door, "It's me."

Loki.

You slowly crept to the door, trying to dull the small sparks of excitement that bloomed in your chest. He had left you, stringing you along for weeks without telling you where he was or if he was okay. The only reason you knew he was still alive some days was because he finally decided to text you.

You opened the door slowly, your heart beating rapidly against your ribs as he finally came into view.

His smile was soft and tired as he took you in. His shoulders slumped at the sight of you, as if just seeing you again was a breath of fresh air.

You felt your eyes begin to water, your lips beginning to turn into that wistful, dream-like smile that he always seemed to inspire within you.

"I've missed you." He mumbled, still standing in the doorway.

Before you could respond, you felt your mind tug you away from him, your legs working on their own accord as you turned suddenly from him.

"My love-"

You cut him off, your voice a dull murmur as you spoke, "I missed you too."

Even as your back was turned to him, as you fell onto the bed with a soft 'thump', you could hear the quiet, concerned grumble that fell from him.

"Have I done something?" You heard his tired voice respond.

Your lips drew into a thin line, "No, I've just-" You sighed, scrubbing your hand down your face, "I missed you, that's all."

How could begin to explain how you hadn't slept in days? That you were torn between always thinking of him and trying to push down any thoughts of him at all as you tried to go about your daily routine? How could you even begin to elaborate on how people on Earth communicated with each other, and didn't just decide to only message each other to let the other person know they weren't dead?

Sharing your life with a Prince from another planet always had its learning curves, and usually, you would take them with stride. Loki was Loki, that would never change, but in times like this, you couldn't help but get a little frustrated with him.

He never really told you directly if he could read minds, but it was during these moments when you thought he most certainly could.

"I'm sorry if I worried you. That was never my intention."

A part of you wanted to yell, to turn and grab his shoulders and shake some sense into him, but instead, you continued to face the wall, afraid that if you dared to face him, your resolve would crumble instantly.

"I didn't hear from you for weeks." You emphasized, "I thought something happened." You stammered, your voice trembling at the image your own torturous thoughts created to torment you even more.

"Nothing happened, I pro-"

"But what if it did." You spat bitterly, "What if you were gone and I never got to say-" A choked sob ripped from your lungs, stopping you from continuing as your face fell into your hands

You screwed your eyes shut as the sound of his slightly labored breathing filled your ears, though even through your tears, you could still feel how his weight made the bed sink a bit more behind you.

"I'm sorry, I should have called you-"

"I never knew if you were okay." You managed to sputter, "I never knew if you were safe. I-" You swallowed, attempting to gather yourself before continuing, "I was scared."

You finally turned to face him, your lower lip quivering as you pulled it between your teeth, awaiting his inevitable response.

"I never- I-" He grumbled to himself as he tried to find the words, "I want to protect you." He spoke plainly, "I see what's out there, and I can't bare the thought of any of that coming close to you. I know I should have let you know I was alright, but when I was there, when I finally saw what they see so often, I just couldn't come back to you without knowing those things were gone." There was a pregnant pause as you both stared at each other, his brows furrowed as he scanned your face, "My mother." He finally muttered, taking a deep breathe before continuing, "She... She's gone, because of me. I couldn't-" You could hear how his breath hitched in his throat, his voice strained, "I couldn't save her, and I can't go back and change what's happened, I've lost her. I can't lose you." His hand reluctantly reached out for yours, resting gently on your thigh as he waited, "I can't."

You felt a soft whimper escape you as your hand instinctually sought out the warmth of his. "Loki..." You sighed, a weak smile creeping onto your lips, "But I can't live without you either."

You found yourself taken back at the sudden frustrated groan that left him, "I need you to understand, I wouldn't be able to live with myself if someone- something happened to you because of me."

You understood, you supposed you couldn't blame him for wanting to protect you. You knew without much thought that you would surely do the same thing for him if you were in his position.

"It's just-" You interrupted yourself with a tense chuckle before you continued, "I miss you," You shrugged, whispering, "I miss you."

You couldn't even tell when it had happened, though you couldn't really bring yourself to care when your cheek found itself pressed against his chest, his strong arms wrapping around your shoulders instantly as you collapsed against him. You felt your cheeks dampen as the emotions you had begun to feel over the past few weeks finally spilled over.

You felt as his body began to rock back and forth gently as he rubbed calming circles with his fingers on your shoulder blade. You were surrounded by warmth, and you found yourself humming at the soft sound of his steady heartbeat.

You smiled softly against his chest at the feeling of his lips trailing tender kisses along the top of your head. You wondered if he was speaking to you, but you were too entranced by the constant thrum of his heart.

The faint rumble through his chest let you know he was finally breaking the calming silence that lingered between the two of you, and he let out a soft chuckle as if he had been reading your mind this whole time.

You could feel the kind turn of his lips against your forehead as he finally whispered. "It's for you. It's always for you."

gosh i would pay so much money for a loki hug right now :') buT consider this me sending all of the loki hugs in the universe your way because you deserve them!! mwauh!! i hope you are doing so well today and always mwauh :)

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