#please fucking tell me i'm not the only one who knows assault when they see it even if they find both characters attractive.

[aziraphale-protection-squad]

right. so. i'm taking the angel and i'm wrapping him in a soft blanket and i'm telling him that NO ONE has the right to touch him without his consent.

no matter how well they know each other and got along previously.

or how angsty the person feels about possibly never seeing him again.

or how much Aziraphale might even possibly WANT to be intimate with that person on some level, someday, when they're okay again.

there are no ways around this:

if he's not READY for it, or if he's not in the MOOD for a kiss, then NO ONE SHOULD BE KISSING HIM. PERIOD.

#pretty sure this is not a controversial statement but the things i've seen some folks say today has been. um. #disheartening to say the least and alarming at worst. #please fucking tell me i'm not the only one who knows assault when they see it even if they find both characters attractive. #like. holy fuck. i love(d) crowley too but what the fuck. #how is THIS being overlooked while Aziraphale is taking all the blame for how shit went down in the finale. #~ooh they finally kissed!!!!!~ ugh but STUPID ANGLE!!! >:( doesn't he know how sexy and emotional crowley is??? he should ENJOY this!!!! #<- some of y'all's apparent attitude and it Concerns me deeply. #call it what it fucking is even if it sucks. it was a violation. period. it's 2023 we don't tolerate Blurred Lines bullshit here. #goddamnit this was my safe fandom and now i'm like. y'all scare me tbh. #i hate fandom drama but the way the majority have elected to ignore a literal assault so they can UWU Sad Demon Puppy their blorbo is just. #what is this? spn??? #he was my blorbo too but holy fuck i have lines. i have boundaries. and he crossed them when he crossed Aziraphale's. #if u think u know who this is no u don't #i am conflict avoidant leaf me alone lol #i just need to know that i'm not the only person here who um. respects boundaries and consent and all that. because y'all got me Concerned. #like. i wanna rant about this in my fandom friend groups but they're all UWU CROWLEY DESERVED BETTER so um. i no longer feel safe there tbh #good omens spoilers #go2 spoilers #go spoilers #good omens 2 spoilers

[fromforeigntofamiliarity]

Hell Hath No Fury | Aemond Targaryen

Request: Yes

Summary: Aemond has become distant and you find out why.

Warning: blood, miscarriage, cheating, assault

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You couldn't believe it.

He was the good brother, the dutiful son, the valiant knight... the faithful husband. There was no way that your Aemond wouldn't do this to you. 

This explains why he was traveling so often to Harrenhal away from you for so long when you needed him the most, you thought as you rubbed your swollen belly staring at the piece of paper in your hand. 

He had gotten that whore pregnant, and from the letter it seemed you two were both soon to give birth.  

Alys Rivers, the strong Bastard, the Witch...Yet another thing you two had in common, maybe your husband had a type.

This was it. the beginning of the end. If Alys Rivers gave birth to that child there is nothing that would stop her from coming to court, having her child legitimized, having Aemond take her as a mistress, bringing shame and embarrassment upon you and your child.

No.

"Push princess, push." The midwife needlessly instructed as someone wiped the sweat from your brow. 

"I do appreciate your help and respect and acknowledge that you have helped bring many royals into this world so please forgive me when I say, 'please shut the fuck up and let me concentrate." You yelled back as you took two deep breaths before closing your eyes and letting your head fall backwards. 

Opening your eyes again you see your in a hallway standing in front of a door, you can still hear the midwives telling you to push. placing your hand in the door you push it open slowly as you see the sight of Alys Rivers and Aemond in bed together. 

His arm is wrapped around her, as they are both naked it isn't hard to guess what it was that had made them so tired. Walking into the room you hear the door close behind you just as you stand right above them. As if sensing your presence Alys' eyes snap open and stare up at you. 

She opens her mouth to wake Aemond before you stop her. 

"Don't bother calling out, her can't hear us." You informed her reaching for his arm and throwing it away from her causing his to shift in his sleep and turn over. "No one can. From the look on your face I can tell you know exactly who I am, which is amusing considering I knew nothing of you a moon ago."

"I know this must be upsetti-."

"No! You don't because you are not his wife, you are not the one he married and swore loyalty to only to turn around and impregnate some whore." You sneered at her as she flinched back. "What was your plan? to take my husband, become and mistress, you seek to replace me and my child?" You asked as she simply shook her head in denial. 

"It was never meant to happen like this, but I love Aemond and he loves me, I'm sorry that you are hurt by this but that is the truth of it. I never thought I would be able to have children but this is a gift that Aemond has given to me and we both are thankful to be having it, but that does not mean he is any less thankful for your child and I promise you that I mean no harm to your life, marriage or the life of your child."  Alys rushed to explain. Taking a moment you look on at this women in bed with your husband and think of her words.

"Words....are not enough." You say before Alys' body is forced down into the bed. Leaning over her you pulled the sheets from her body exposing her milky skin to the cold air. 

"What are you doing?" Alys asked as she struggled against the invisible force. 

"Don't worry I am simply righting a wrong," You informed her as you pulled a knife from your dress. "The child that grows inside of you belongs to my husband"  You continue as you placed the blade to her belly.

"No! Please no." Alys pleads as she fight to get away from you. "I'm beg you please. I have wronged you I admit but my child is innocent, Aemond's child is innocent." 

"I know." You say before plunging the knife into her womb as she lets out a blood curtailing scream. Once the cut was made you reached inside of her wound ignoring the blood and cries of the women as you pull the child from her body. Cradling the child in your arm you softly coo to the child as Alys lets out another round of sobs. "Please do not morn for the child will live, but it will be birthed by me, as should all children of my husband." 

Turning and walking away the door slowly creaks back open allowing you to walk back into the hall. "Though I am very thankful for this gift you and my husband have given to me Alys, I trust it will be the last one" You say before the door closes once again. 

"Just one more push my princess." You left you head once again over come with the pain of child birth. "Here it comes." After one more push the room is filled with the cries of your child. 

"A prince, you have given birth to a prince." The midwife announced moving to retrieve a blanket for the newborn. She began to hand you your child before you leaned forward and let out a painful groan. "The afterbirth."

another midwife crouched between your leg as you groan in pain. "No there is a head, there is another babe." She informed sending the room into another round of panic as you were instructed again to push.

"Another prince." She soon declares as the second child begins to cry. 

 Cradling both babes in your arms you look down at the two clearly Targaryen princes with a small smile, Alicent entered the room quickly making it to your side "Aemon and  Armon." You names them as she looks to her grandchildren made my her favorite son. 

***

It had been three days since Aemond woke to Alys' screams, the sheets around her covered in blood as she cradled her stomach. The maesters said it was a miscarriage, but Alys insisted that it wasn't, when Aemond tried to comfort her she yelled for him to leave her and refused to be near him. After the second day of trying he chose to return to Kingslanding where is was notified that his wife had given birth to twin boys. 

Entering the chambers he sees his wife cooing at the two newborns laying on their bed. Turning towards your husband your eyes widen. "Aemond, I thought you were Beth to assist me with taking the twins to midday meal, the family wished to meet them." 

"Well I am sorry to disappoint you," Aemond teased walking closer to the bed. "But I promise I can try to be as good as Beth until she arrives." 

"Oh stop." You laughed a bit before letting out a sigh. "Actually I am glad that you are here, I wanted to speak with you."

"What is it you wish to speak of?" He asked rubbing his knuckle along Aemon's face.

"I know that this marriage started as an arrangement, but I understand that at the time we both believed that we become fond of each other and perhaps even love, and I thought that we had begun to share these feeling but I realize that I can not hold you to promises we made as children." You now had his full attention. "And if it is what you want, I will not fight you on seeking annulment."

"You have been distant and it was not until the twins were born that I realize just how distant you've become, we used to spend time together, reading, painting, laughing but I gave birth for the first time and my husband was not to be found." You explained. "I do not blame you for not returning my feeling or for pulling away but I can't live thinking that I'm driving you from your home or thinking that this distance between us will affect our children." 

"Please," Aemond says grabbing your hand and kneeling at your side. "Your feeling are returned I swear it to you, my distance is of no fault of your own."

"Then what is it?" You pleaded looking into his eyes. "I wish for you to be there for our children, for them to love and be moved by you. You once told me you didn't want to be like your father, I do not want this either."

Looking into your eyes Aemond knew he couldn't tell you the reason, he knew it would break your heart and he couldn't do that to you not after you had just given him two son, not ever. "It matters not, It will never happen again." He assures giving your hand a gentle squeeze. "I will not be the father viserys was to me and I will not be the husband he was to my mother. You three are my life and I will spend every second to assure that you know it. 

"My princess It is time for your midday meal with your family." Beth informed entering the chambers.

"Thank you Beth would you please hold Aemon and I will take Armon you instruct as Aemond stands and helps you from the bed. Standing and walking towards the door you asked Beth to please walk ahead of you. "I thank you for hearing me Aemond and I do hope this isn't asking to much but I also must ask something else of you." 

Aemond nodded as he rubs his hand up and down your back in comfort. 

"I wish for this to be a pleasant occasion so I must ask you not fight with Jace and Luke, though it seems you have grown quite fond of Strong bastards as of late." You say before walking ahead leaving his frozen in the door way of the room.  

Part Two

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[torntoblivion]

sitting on scara's face

cws: nsfw (mdni), afab!reader without any pronouns, oral, face sitting, edging, dacryphilia, one ass smack, also one clit smack, hair pulling

you don't know how much you can take this, this sweet torture of scaramouche. you can't see him but have zero doubt that he has a shit eating grin on his face, if you were just a little more coherent you would tell him to stop teasing you but the only thing you could do was cry for scaramouche.

"scar-ah!"

a particularly loud moan of his name echoes through the room when he sucks on your clit, his middle and ring finger thrusting harshly into your cunt, the slick sounds only embarrassing you more.

you almost lose your balance when scara's free hand smacks your ass, creating a painful but even more pleasurable sensation as you grip the headboard so hard that for a second you worry you'll break it.

the best part being that you could sit on scara's face as much as you want without being worried that he'll suffocate. scaramouche is more than happy to have you on his face for hours, edging you and playing with your cunt however he pleases.

just as your thighs start to shake and a warmth blooms in your lower belly, scaramouche immediately pulls away, taking out his fingers as he watches your hole clench around nothing.

you can't even tell how many orgasms he stole from you at this point, tears fall down your burning cheeks at the frusturation, making scara's cock twitch in his underwear at the sight.

you know scaramouche won't let you cum unless you convince him to. not even giving him a chance to order you to beg, you grind your hips onto his face to get just a little bit of friction.

"please please make me cum, i'll do anything please."

you can feel his lips tug at up at your desperate whines as he presses a kiss to your clit, you know he's still not satisfied.

"i'm sorry who are you asking?"

"s-scara-"

your answer is cut off by a slap to your clit, making you jump a little and try again, hoping that he will show you mercy.

"kuni- kunikuzushi!"

hearing you cry out his real name is more than enough to finally convince him to make you cum. a groan into your pussy lets you know that you're finally getting what you desire.

without any warning, scara's tongue dives into your cunt and he fucks you with it mercilessly. not leaving your clit out of the fun, he quickly assaults your clit with his finger, going with fast circles.

with one hand, you grip onto scara's soft locks and pull him deeper into your pussy as you scream his real name over and over. his soft moans into your pussy along with the intense stimulation has you doubling over above him.

your thighs tremble around his head as your hole clenches around his tongue, his eyes roll back at the feeling, your essence soaking his pretty face. scaramouche swallows it all, continuing to moan at the sweet taste of you.

the second you catch your breath, scaramouche is quick to move you around until your back hits the bed. you're greeted by the sinful sight of scaramouche taking out his cock and stroking it.

"my turn now, darling."

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[maximumkillshot]

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Warnings: There are a lot with this one and it hits close to home. Mentions of S/A. The R word is used, sobbing, anxiety and mental episode. mentions of self harm, mentions victim blaming and slut shaming. MDNI. There is fluff spattered around.

Pairing: BangChanxReader

Characters: Bang Chan, Reader, mention of the person who S/A, people Slut Shaming and Victim Blaming. 

A/N:  Okay so this one is heavy. The things you are about to read have happened to me. I had a mental episode a while back. I wrote most of this during said episode. This is what I think Chan would do for his S/O if they went through and go through what I did. This blog has always been a safe space. I use my fictions to entertain as well as a platform to have safe conversations. If you need me as always I will hang around after drop.

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“YN?” Your husband called out to you. You couldn't hear him from the pressure of today. It created a seething pool of frustration and anger as you kneeled at the foot of the bed, wanting to pray, but now that you think about it the pain of being on the floor was a sweet torture in and of itself. 

Usually, anger like this wouldn't be a problem for you. You would go down to the basement and punch granite with your poorly taped hands, yes you were only a kid then, not knowing how else to get the anger out only stopping when you'd hear a crunch. Yes, that was the start of negative coping mechanisms, and yes you are trying to either bury that anger or let it consume you fast before Chris gets home. He's dealt with enough, we don't need to add on to it.  

Now you're no longer a child… as a matter of fact, you are now an adult, an adult with a hairpin trigger vaguely yet expertly disguised as comedic sarcasm. Depression that you don't remember not having… maybe when you were 8? You weren't sure. Not to mention a cast made of a myriad of physical and mental health issues…. Disabilities… and the cast of characters just keep growing! You have the medicine and the “coping techniques”, they called it, for success! Even those fail. 

Trying to talk it out just made you more angry, the injustice looking more and more ludicrous by the second. Okay, let's try breathing. Yeah no. That didn't work either, it just gave your brain more oxygen, so your brain went from quantum computer speed to Sonic the fucking Hedgehog. Oh… ok oh oh! Let's try soundboarding. You know, talk to people, not yourself. That ended in yet another game of useless catch phrases like “calm down” and “you shouldn't be thinking of that.” 

TELL ME SOMETHING I DON'T FUCKING KNOW THANK YOU! Oh, and I almost forgot the “Your method of thought isn't changing because you don't want to change '' DO YOU THINK I AM POKED ALL DAY AND SAY TO MYSELF…

‘OH I WANT TO FEEL MORE LIKE SHIT… I KNOW LET ME RUN MY FACE INTO A BRICK WALL OF ANXIETY REPEATEDLY UNTIL I CAN'T CONTROL MYSELF ANYMORE.’

You reverted to hurting the people around you due to your anger and frustration, plus you darkened the mood, you've always been a multitasker. My friends were right. I'm depressing, I was only kept around because of my ex. That was before they kicked me out… because they didn't want to believe he assaulted me. You go back to that night often… 

“I didn’t want to do that, I felt icky” You told him after he came back from cleaning himself up in the bathroom, while you were left to clean the traces of himself from your own mouth. No aftercare, no thought about you. The ghost of a boy who used you, who was an on and off friend of almost 10 years…

“I know.” he answered with no emotion.

“Then… why?” You asked, your head cocked to the side.

“Because I really wanted it.” He puts his hand on your shoulder, “But I’m sorry you feel that way. Shit now I feel bad.”

Then it switched to those friends, on another night… “ I just don’t buy it. That DID NOT HAPPEN, I know him better than you.”

“I mean you did it anyway so you must’ve wanted it.”

You tried to explain that you were assaulted, it’s called coercive consent and it’s the most common form of assault. You were raped. You didn’t want to do it and he knew that but you wanted to make him happy. You tried to explain, to educate. They weren’t having it.This conversation at times whirls in your head. Making you itch to pull a trigger, do something to make the torture stop.

“You always overreact and you’re so annoying why don’t you just go the fuck away!”

“You’re so depressing just fucking go away! We only tolerated you because you are his girlfriend, just go the fuck away!” The intent in her voice. The reality. You trusted her most out of the entire group. She helped you emotionally… Now shaming you, blaming you.

Her boyfriend rendered you speachless when you called it what it was, it was rape via coercive consent:

“Oh I get the kind of person you are, you’re the type of person who gets felt up in the middle of the night by their significant other because they’re trying to get laid and you call it rape.”

You know the right method to take now, right… Yeah you do.

Isolate… process… torture yourself…cry… alone. Contain the monster, so it doesn't hurt anyone else… You're just a monster parading as a human. Don't forget it. This happens when you forget Y/N… stop being reckless. Always so fucking reckless… 

You started clenching your hands one over the other, wanting to rake the top of your hands until they bled, trying to ground yourself. Until subconsciously, you did. You rocked as you did it, trying to soothe yourself.

Sometimes you swear people don't see you drowning right in front of their fucking eyes. You know how to swim, you know how to get out, to scream, punch, fight. You want to swim, you really do. But you can only do so much in a rip current. The lifeguard sees you. But instead of helping they yell “PADDLE! JUST PADDLE YOU'LL BE FINE!” It's a different level of patronization. It just makes you want to let the tides swallow you. Because why fight when the waters are so warm?

“Y/N?!” Chris yelled as he saw your bag tossed haphazardly on the couch, never where you put it. He stopped and listened carefully. He thought back to the last text you sent him. “Shit hit the fan at work …I don't want to feel right now. I'll see you at home.” 

That middle sentence made his heart stop. He knows you… something was up. He tried texting you back, sending words of encouragement, calling, and leaving cute messages when you didn't pick up, and nothing was heard from you. As soon as he could get away from schedules he did. When he looked at the clock you had sent that message three hours beforehand, he never raced home faster. 

He knows what your mind does to you. He sees the battles every day. When he’d compliment you and you would look down, not shy, but contradictory. When he’d pick you up you would freeze and he’d remind you that you aren’t too heavy, that he loves you in every single way that you think is impossible to love you. He’d always encourage you to wear what you want, do what you want. He would caress every single curve, never being able to keep his hands off of you. Whispering into your ear in public as he tilts your head up gently after asking for permission. He’d kiss you so delicately in front of a sea of people. On the red carpet, on stage, it didn’t matter. You were and are his person, and he loved showing you off. He couldn’t win the war in your mind for you, but he damn sure would fight those battles with you.

He would fight away those negative thoughts, he’d wrap his arms around you and sing to you to will those images, the anxiety and fear away. Until those thoughts were rendered useless. He’d wrestle with them for control, as soon as he won your mind back he gave it to you. He reminded you that you are here with him for a reason. He adores you, and nothing would change that. 

It was something he promised you when he saw you breakdown while doing your medicines. You told him that you were ashamed of it all. All the illnesses, that you weren’t perfect and that you’d understand if he didn’t want you. He looked at you and helped with your medicines, learned about each of them, and their dosages. He was so gentle, smiling at you, wiping your tears. He looked at all the medicines and said, anything that keeps you alive is nothing to be ashamed of. You aren’t something to be ashamed of. He knows that sometimes you can’t hear him until he’s right in your ear. Now looked like that case.

You couldn't hear him calling out to you, your mind too loud, too vicious, bloodthirsty. When pain and self-deprecation are your main moods, all others seem like an abnormal concept. Something that is stolen, was it even real in the first place? You know one thing that was real… Chris. You hated being this… the medications, the constant fires in your mind, the barrage of hate aimed at yourself, of unbridled strength turned inward to rip yourself apart for no reason other than things piling up. He didn't deserve that. He deserves peace, the best… just like what he demands of himself, perfection. 

You got through the gauntlet at your job. People undermining your authority, people on a power trip of their own. Sending others to try to intimidate, embarrass you into submission… as if you weren't a bloodthirsty wolf that could snap any second, biting their heads clean off. “An Alpha through and through,” that's what Chris would say, “Even Alphas have to bite their tongue, Love.” 

That made you cry more because at this point you don't even know if your tongue is still existent, or if you swallowed the damn thing after you bit it off. Or worse… you still have it… but you lost your voice. You know that can't be it, we're too fucking stubborn for that.

But the hits didn't stop coming, traffic happened, then going to the doctor who said that the physical therapy you needed would eat into your personal time, your time to write, to cook for Channie and the boys, to spend time with Channie and the boys.. then you forgot the doctors note so you had to walk back in for it. Then you had to go home while you tried to talk about everything… and well now here we are. 

Even now you try to problem solve, try to nitpick at yourself, the person he loves so much. You collapsed more on the floor of your shared bedroom, cross-legged thinking of the ocean, the violent, dangerous, tumultuous ocean… something simultaneously so beautiful and scary. You want to say you are like an ocean, but you don't see beauty in yourself, only a beast. That's all we'll ever be.

Chris freezes in the hallway hearing a sob break loose from you. He hadn't heard a sob like that before, it chilled his core. How does he approach this? He sees the doctor's note thrown next to your purse… He was happy you were approved for physical therapy, you really were in a lot of pain daily from the muscle and tendon weakness, but he looked at the times…

He looked to the hallway, “Oh…Baby Girl.” He had one piece of the puzzle. He knew you loved to cook for him and the boys but this schedule meant you couldn't do that for the foreseeable future. You enjoyed seeing the boys eating, and staying fueled, knowing without that they'd opt for less healthy options. Then he saw the paper right under it. A typed log… a leger of interactions throughout your day… “No…” 

Right there, in black and white, was what you went through today, everything down to the sarcastic smirk your coworker had as you were barraged with pressure to break the rules… and you didn't break. He never would've expected you to. You are the strongest person he knows. Even under these conditions, Chris himself would break. In front of fifty plus people being berated, pushed to do something you knew you couldn’t do. 

Right at the end of it was a line, written in plain ink by hand. “Vacation not given as described by supervisor. No week off.” With tear stains smudging the ink. 

Chris started walking down the hall to the shared bedroom. As he walked closer he heard you mumbling as you sobbed. Things like “stop crying” and “it's nothing.” But one made him freeze right before he opened the door, “Chris is going to worry. You already take too much from him, get it together so he won't worry. It’ll hurt him. Stop hurting the people you love. You’re a monster.”

That made his eyes sting, you were worried about him above all else. He slowly opened the door and you couldn't find it in you to look up. You knew who it was. The aura you know and love, like salve on the holes you ripped into yourself. The small steps were only weighed down by his sneakers as he slowly spoke. 

“Hey…Baby Girl?” The tone was even more soothing. We don't deserve that. “Can you look at me please?” You just shook your head. Too embarrassed at the shambling mess you are. The real you that you hide. 

Before you knew it you saw two big hands undoing the laces on his sneakers, shortly after he toed them off. Slowly he sat in front of you groaning “Oooooookay criss-cross applesauce it is…” making you smirk as you wiped your nose with the inside of the collar of your shirt. Finally, as he settled he said “aaaaaughh” with a big puff of air… 

You just tucked your head into your chest as you hid as much as you could. He waited for a few minutes, until he said, “We can address what happened in a few minutes. But you need to know. You don't take from me.” 

Your tears kept falling as you listened, his tone calming the raging currents in your mind.

He looked at the engagement and wedding band on your left hand. He watched the tears fall, he saw the holes in you. He wanted to lunge at you, take that emotional knife away from you, smother you in affection. Hold you, his heart burned for it. Needle and thread ready to patch you up. To heal you.

 He spoke softly, “You are my everything, Y/N. You aren't a burden, a disappointment, you aren't a chore, the only thing you took from me was my heart, but you had that before I even heard your voice. The second I saw you… I gave it to you. I don't want it back either.” 

You hiccuped breaths as you listened. He scooted a little closer and he put his hands out, palm up into your vision… asking for your hands. That was when you realized you were scratching at them again. 

You unfurled them from one another, hissing where one nail was slightly deeper, the tiny droplet of blood following soon after.

He looked at your hands, humming in the back of his throat, “One second.” He didn’t want to show it, but he was worried. You feel so much and he just wants to be there to hold you, to love you. 

Then popped up and left. He came back with a first aid kit, “Oooooookay heeaarr we goar again... criss-cross.” That made you giggle the tiniest bit. Chris always loved to hear your laugh. Your laugh is infectious and it always never fails to brighten his day. He knew he was making progress.

You couldn't see it but Chris was smirking at your tiny cute form. And hearing that little giggle made him want to channel Changbin and squeal at the cuteness overload. 

“Okay my Koala Bear… hands.” When you both had started dating, he noticed you always hung on to him. You explained that he was warm and you were always frozen, especially in the colder months. You asked if it was okay for you to hold on to him like that. Internally he was trying his best not to giggle like a school boy at the prospect of you holding on to him like this naturally. He looked at you and said, “It’s no problem, you just remind me of a Koala Bear, so cute and tiny. Can I call you that? My Koala Bear?” And you nodded blushing. Since then, you’ve been his Koala Bear. 

You presented your hands to him wincing at the stretch of the new scratches and he said “So tiny… so cute. Okay tiny sting” he cleaned the bigger scratch and put a bandage on it, and checked the rest. Once he deemed it all good to have your hands back. He kissed them then returned them to your lap. “Thank you for letting me clean them.” 

You nodded and hummed. The voices slowed down. They always slowed down around him. He always was your safe place. Like home base in a baseball game. If you made it there, you’re safe. You’re home. That thought made you sad, surprisingly. How are you safe with only one person? You should have security in yourself not in someone else. Your brain was waiting to start assaulting you again. 

“Is it loud in there?” Chris asked. You've told him about all of this before, this is the first time he's seen it this bad though. The voices, memories attack you. You explained to him that sometimes your brain will do this, you try to hold it back but sometimes it just can’t be helped.

“Mhmm”

“People don't help… right?”

“mhmm”

“Can you tell me what's going on in there?”

You told him. Some.. not all. You also told him about that pesky intrusive thought about your ex and your friends. 

His body went rigid as he said, “No… they're the ones that are wrong, not you. Your ex…” He wanted to choose his words carefully. He knew that you blame yourself at times. The memory of you explaining why you were hesitant to go further when you were dating. He assured you there was no pressure. That he loved you for you, the rage boiled in him and it still does because you were never at fault for this. Especially when you trusted that asshole enough to experiment with him. He was going to be your first for everything but after what he did. The trust was gone, rightfully so.

Chris continued, “He took advantage of you, and coerced you into consent, that is not love. That is not okay? That is sexual assault. The way that your friends acted was disgusting, the way he acted was sub-human… You are not depressing, you are one of the most beautiful, talented, funny, caring, loving people I have…” his voice gave out and he cleared his throat, “You are one of the most amazing people I've ever met in my life. I love you so much and I know you feel like you're a burden on me but being with you has been the most amazing thing I've ever experienced.”

He tilted your head up and you let him, he had tears in his eyes as he said, “You have never been nor will you ever be a monster.” Your tears picked up as you looked into his eyes. You could tell, Chris doesn’t lie. He’ll tell you the truth. His tears started falling as you leaned forward, reaching for him, needing contact. When you saw him you needed his warmth, you need him to heal you. You were losing hope, faith, everything as you watched the holes in you. Seeing him holding the needle and thread. By holding you, being with you, just being himself, it heals you. You whimpered, “Need you…” As your tears switched from self-hate to desperation… you needed him and he could tell. 

He untangled his legs and scooped you up, cradling you in his arms as he rocked you petting your hair back, “You are my inspiration, my eternal love, you are the best part of my past, my present, and my future. You are the future mother to my children, the woman I'm going to grow old with, my forever and always. You are my Y/N, and I am never going to let you forget who you are and why I love you, okay?” He started crying, shielding you in his chest, protecting you. Stitching you together as you heard his heartbeat. You cried on him, relieved that you were with him.

You pulled back from him nodding. He tried to kiss your lips but you said “I'm all snotty” and he giggled. Leave it to you to be worried about snotty kisses. You looked so adorable, cheeks and nose red, nose running, tears stopping, the twinkle coming back into your eyes as he looked at you. 

“Are you denying me my snotty kisses?” He giggled as he said “Okay fine. There's no snot on your forehead” he pecked your forehead, “none on your cheeks”, and laid another peck, this pattern continued for any expanse of skin he could get his lips on as you giggled at him and his barrage of affection. When he stopped he wiped your nose with his sleeve and he kissed you gently on the lips. He savored moments like this, being able to heal you, to pick you up. He looked into your eyes as he said, “now I am thinking I’ll draw up a bath for us and I’ll give you a nice massage. After that we order take away, from your favorite place, then we watch something, Hm?” He looked at you for an answer as he kept wiping tears.

You nodded and gently, he placed you back where you were and went to get the bath ready. You'll always have hard days, but those days turn into amazing nights with Chris. Your home.

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[appleblueberry-pie]

About Yanderes

Content Warning, obviously.

I keep seeing the same issue come up onto my timeline, so I'll speak on it once more.

If you simply search up on Google for the definition of what a Yandere is, it states, "A character, usually a girl, who has an obsessive and possessive side in regards to their crush, ready to use violent and murderous means to maintain an exclusive bond."

Can someone please tell me, what is so......difficult, for lack of a better word, about writing about someone who "is ready to use violent and murderous means to maintain an exclusive bond"?

If you keep scrolling to find more definitions of what a yandere is, you'll find a common theme amongst most.

"A yandere is a character, most often female and in anime, who become violently possessive of a love interest." Dictionary.com

"A person who will go to near-extreme to extreme lengths to be in or deepen a desired relationship, weather it be romantic, platonic, familial, etc." Urban Dictionary

"A yandere is a Japanese archetype used to define a character whose love, admiration, and devotion is so strong that it is expressed as an excessive obsession and..." The Dere Types Wiki

Some key words I would like to point out are crush, love interest, desired relationship, love, devotion.

The thing is, so, so, so, so, so, sooooo many people title the characters that they are writing for as a Yandere, but the behavior of said character is anything but what a Yandere actually is. I just read a short drabble of a Yandere character, and the only thing that happened in the story that stuck with me was straight up rape, sexual assault, force feeding and such. It was pretty disturbing and I definitely know that those are traits that a Yandere would ABSOLUTELY NOT have. There are different types of dere's. And I think people are used to calling everything that isn't the normal way a character behaves as Yandere tendencies.

Holding someone hostage and raping them isn't Yandere tendencies.

Killing a person and having no remorse for that person your character was a supposed Yandere for is not Yandere tendencies.

Killing a person and then your character mentioning if they can't have them, no one can and probably preserving a piece of them to cherish forever is some form of Yandere tendencies.

If you are going to write about Yandere's please check the definition before you write anything down. Because every time I see the word Yandere in front of a character's name, I expect to see them cherish the ground the reader walks on. Kill anyone who gets in their way of having the reader. Loving the reader. Wanting the reader. Wanting to please the reader. Wanting the reader so bad that they can't fucking breathe or live without them. This character should feel like they might fucking DIE without the reader. It's supposed to be a sick love story. But you're missing the love story part.

Please please please please please do your research. I'm very tired of reading about rape and abuse when it's not supposed to be that.

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[scoonsalicious]

Unwanted: Chapter 25, Unprotected - Pt. 1

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Fem!Reader

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

Warnings: (For this part only; see Story Masterlist for general Warnings) Language, mentions of: death, violence, torture, drug use, promiscuity, more spiraling, self-loathing.

Word Count: 240

Previously On...: Sam had to leave town, and now you're on this mission all alone.

A/N: OK! Ya'll are lucky I just wrote something that made me WEEP, so I need a pick-me-up! Here's Part 1 of Chapter 25!

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It was three days later when the news reported that Chloe’s body had been found in the sand dunes a few miles south of the city limits. She’d been sexually assaulted, tortured. The police were not disclosing cause of death at this time.

She had lied to you. According to the news, she was only fifteen years old, not eighteen, like she’d said. A child. 

In the days that followed, you blamed yourself. How could you not? You’d been there, you’d been right there when they took her, and you’d been too high out of your mind to notice, to do a damned thing about it, and now she was dead. In a weird way you couldn’t fully understand, you felt like you had been responsible for murdering your younger self.

And so, you spiraled. Without Sam around to keep you grounded, it was surprisingly easy. You took drugs you bought at the club (though always at the apartment, never while you were undercover–never again). You drank. You fucked. Anything you could do to numb the gnawing guilt you felt in your chest, even for just a little while. But it was never enough. Chloe’s face was always there, in the back of your mind, begging to know why you failed her, what she had done to make her not worthy of saving her life. But how could you tell a ghost that you were the one who wasn’t worthy?

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[darkphoenix07]

could u do a yunho reaction / comforting reader who has cptsd related to sexual abuse? i know it might be vv uncomfortable to write about so it's okay if u don't feel comfortable with it, but i wanted to try my luck 🥺

Yunho helps you after being assaulted

Links :

Masterlist

Ateez Mental health request

Paring : Yunho x Reader

Genre : Angst, Confort

Warning : Sexual Assault, Blood, Manipulation, Blackmail, Cursing, Self Harm, Suicide. Please don't read this if you aren't uncomfortable. It's horrible so I will love it if the one who requested it reads it only.

To the girls who needs comfort for getting assaulted

Your neighbor who is six years older than you had been stalking you for a month by now. You informed police but they didn't find any evidence or you being harmed which is why they made no response. So, you didn't see that coming which was about to make your life upsidedown.

Electricity was gone when you were going to your house by stairs. Like all the other nights, his eyes were on you and you didn't even know. He dragged you, took you in his house, forced himself on you and blackmailed you to stay quiet or else he would hurt your boyfriend, you had to believe him because he knew everything about you. It was a cold obsession of his for you which you were unaware of. But now that you know, you couldn't do anything. You had to go with him in his car, his house and everywhere he told you to.

You kept avoiding your boyfriend for a whole week because he had eagle eyes, he would know right away that you had been sleeping with someone else. You weren't allowed to let him know, it could put his life in danger.

Like every other day, your neighbor assaulted you and let you go to your house, with bruises on your body and lips. Even your nose was bleeding as you begged him to stop but instead of stopping he hit your face with his fist.

You were done more with yourself than him. He was diabolical and you were feeling like a masochist for not being able to do anything. You just let him do anything he wanted to wether it was your mouth or something else.

As you got home and locked yourself, you stare at big mirror of your house that Yunho gifted for you. You don't know how to face the girl in front of you as she had scars on her wrist, palm and lips. Well, you gifted yourself all these marks because his marks didn't feel enough to punish you and also you wanted to get rid off his touches.

Why are you even living? You thought as you lifelessly stare at your filthy self. You feel like you're stinking, most importantly you smelled like him. It was too much to take.

You take your electrical razor and take off your dress. Running the razor on every part possible, you fall on the ground until you couldn't take it anymore.

"I'm sorry, Mom. I'm sorry Dad. I'm so fucking sorry Yunho. I can't live this way," you throw the razor away because it wasn't enough for you to perish. Maybe you are a coward which is why you haven't been able to kill yourself yet, maybe you are a masochist which makes you hate yourself even more.

You want to go upstairs but you are too dizzy to walk. So instead of that method, you take a knife from the kitchen and try stabbing your wrist. You try so hard to reach deep so your veins are cut. But they don't feel enough. As you try to slit yourself again, you feel a hand on yours.

Sitting on the cold floor, alone by the sofa, you feel your blood going cold as you look at the person behind you.

"Y/n," you start trembling hearing him.

"What the fuck are you...oh my god... There is too much blood. God, fuck... Look at me, love," he screams your name shaking you.

His eyes get bigger as he notices your whole body covering in blood, less than your wrist.

"Fuck, no... Please don't do this to me," he says as he takes you in his arms.

"I gotta call an ambulance, damn it," he says starting to leave but you call him.

"Yunho, don't call," you tell him feeling cold sweats falling from your skin. You didn't know that your mother gave the spare key of your house to him because he was worried sick about you.

He watched you with your neighbor and for sometimes he thought you wanted to leave Yunho and go for that guy. But your behavior seemed very fishy, your tired voicemail, your avoiding video calls.

"Don't you dare say a word. I am coming," he tries to leave again but you need to stop him.

"They will know if you take me. I don't want them to know. Don't take me to hospital," that is the last thing you tell him before passing out in his arms.

"Y/n!!! Shit, shit, shit," Yunho panics more as he hugs you in his arms, "Don't you fucking die on me."

He keeps trembling as he takes you in his arms and keeps your unconscious body in your bed.

As he grabs his phone from the table, he falls on the ground seeing his hands full of blood, your blood. It scares him. What if he loses you, what if you disappear from his life forever? No, he won't let it happen. He will protect you at any cost, he thinks calling his family doctor home.

The whole time he keeps his pressure on the cut but he doesn't understand how to stop the bleeding of other places. You look so pale like someone has sucked all of your blood out of you. He doesn't understand why you had to do it.

Until doctor comes and gives you stitches, tells him to be careful with you because there was scratches all over you and your lips.

After waking up, you see him staring at you. You get scared seeing him beside you, on your bed.

"Stop it, stop," he tries to control you but you keep shaking your head.

"Don't do it anymore. Give me some break. I beg you, I can't... I can't take it anymore. Please stop it," moving behind to hide from Yunho who isn't looking like Yunho in your head, you fall on the floor.

As you fall, the saline stick starts falling on you but Yunho grabs it by one hand looking at you in horror, "Baby, I am Yunho. Can't you recognize me? It's me, your sweetheart. Please stop, stop doing this to me. It hurts."

He leaves the saline and sits in front of you as you hug your knees hiding your face from him.

"I am sorry, I misunderstood you. I didn't know he has been hurting you. I am so sorry," he says softly so you don't panic anymore but you are still trembling, the scent of the sinner, his touches, his curses are all inside your head repeating itself like there are no stoping.

"Baby, please look at me once. Look at me closely," he tells you and you slowly face him, your eyes full of tears, your lips trembling and you are a sobbing mess.

"Can I touch you?" He asks crawling towards you slowly and you nod.

He has gone numb looking at how broken you are, how messed up you look.

As he gathers your pieces into his arms, you feel something warm filling you with softness and stops the chaos inside your head in instant. He doesn't leave you with one single hug, he breathes in you and let you breath. You can smell how good he smells, how perfect he looks, how softly he is holding you.

After feeling safe inside his arms, you break down in his arms starting to feel every emotions that you thought you've lost.

He hugs you closer, slowly paces his hands on your back being able to touch all of the bandages on your back. If he was in front of you, your tears would melt with his because he can't stop crying feeling guilty for not being able to protect you.

He feels like a failure, unworthy of your love.

"What happened? Tell me the truth or else I'll make him say everything," he asks you after some days as he brought you to his home for keeping you safe.

You know how stubborn you are, you tell him everything one by one and end up trembling, throwing up. He helps you to vomit rubbing your back, washes your face and brings you to bed.

You don't remember when was the last time you walked on the floor by yourself because he carried you all the time, fed you like a kid, changed your bandages by himself, stayed with you all the time making you feel like the safest person.

"No one can hurt me. Do you get it? No one. You don't have to give yourself up for protecting me. Look at yourself, look what you've done to my baby," he tells you, gives you the nicest scolding and for the first time you smile in front him.

He hugs you again and kisses you on the forehead, "I've taken care of him. He will die soon."

"What have you do-" you start to ask but he puts a finger on your lips, "No question. Tell me what can I do for you to make you feel good. Do you want to go somewhere far away? Beach House? Anywhere, I'll take you anywhere, love."

"I want to stay home with you for a while. Can we do that?" You ask him, scared of him saying no that he has works.

But he makes you straddle him and touches your forehead with his, "I'll be home with my baby and kiss every part of you until you forget everything about the past weeks."

And he does, he takes care of you, moulds you into a new version of you as you get well.

[ To the people who got assaulted by someone. You did nothing wrong. It was them, they were wrong for doing this to you. So, don't think you are filthy or unworthy of love. You deserve more love for only surviving, doesn't matter what you did to survive this. So, thank you for surviving. You are doing a great job. ]

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[v3nusxsky]

114 and 34 🔥 with larissa? i don’t know how it works, i’m sorry it’s my first time here

Sweet girl 18+

*Authors note~ loving the use of the prompt list and a formal apology to anyone waiting for requests im still not in the swing of school yet*

Trigger warnings~ public sex edging mommy kink Praise kink degrading kink fingering oral teasing edging dom larissa sub r fem r punishment spanking

Prompt~ 114 and 34 🔥 with larissa? i don't know how it works, i'm sorry it's my first time here ✿✿✿✿✿✿✿✿✿✿✿✿✿✿✿✿✿✿✿✿✿✿✿✿✿✿✿✿ "Come in my love and lock the door dear. You'll be here for a while" the principal murmured to you as you entered the room just after the lunch bell. "Rissa, my love, i have class" you whispered hoping to avoid what was ultimately coming your way in the near future. "Now i know my little witch knows that mommy already checked her schedule. Are we trying to escape your well earned punishment?" Judging by the blondes raised eyebrow, you knew you'd added fuel to the fire, "No mommy, i was a brat" you confirmed hanging your head low in shame. "And now you're going to see what mommy dose to sluts who cant follow my rules, kneel" she demanded pointing to the side of her desk chair.

While you repeated the safe word's for her she worked on stripping you of your skirt, tights, and emerald lace underwear. "Good job, now you are getting five, so be good and it will stay that way, misbehave or miscount and we start again with two extra for every mess up, am i clear?" You tapped your index finger against her thigh to show you understood before feeling a hand rest on the small of your back to steady your frame on her lap. "One thank you mommy" you squealed and made sure you took a deep breath before the next strike. You do not want to disappoint the older woman anymore than you did to get yourself in this position. "Five mommy thank you!" you sobbed slightly gasping for some air as the sting began to subside. "Good job darling girl, now tell mommy how to fuck her girl. Rough or gentle?" she purred rubbing your back in a soothing manner. "Rough please mommy" you whimpered as she brought her fingers down to tease your soaked hole. "Hmmm later sweet girl, God I'd fuck you right here if i could, however you haven't earnt the privilege of mommy touching you like that have you love?"

"Please mommy let me earn it. Please! Ill do anything" you pleaded with the principal. That is where she brought out your remote controlled vibrator and instructed you to sit still and not fight her. if you could make it through her meeting she'd fuck you the way you love. Naturally you were ready to do anything to cum for her so she knew you'd let her insert thee toy, fix your skirt and conjure yourself some tights. the joys of dating a powerful witch. You took your place under her desk with her final warning ringing in your ears, "don't make too much noise, you don't wanna get caught now, do you?" The voice of the Mayor filled the room and you internally groaned, this was going to be one hell of a meeting because he talks entirely too much for your liking. it could also be down to his jealousy of Larissa choosing you, an outcast, a witch over little ole boring him. Thankfully for you, your wife also tires of the Mayor quickly and focused on subtly playing with your aching core until you were driven to insanity of being edged to high hell. A constant vibration was currently assaulting you swollen clit when you noticed your wife spreading her legs to reveal her cunt to you. immediately knowing what she wanted you to do you got to work eating her out like your life depended on it. the thrill of getting caught only adding to the fun as you flicked your tongue against her hard puffy clit as you thrusted two fingers into her warm heat and began to curl them just how your mommy had trained you to.

It's a blur really, one minute your lapping up her orgasm and the next she tugging you up from under the table and praising you for what a sweet slut you are and how well you did for her. You'd truly earnt your reward and she was going to make damn sure she spent all night, touching, kissing, sucking, biting your smooth skin as she brought you over the edge and overstimulated your poor pussy until you were nothing more than her dumbed down sweet little girl who had been properly fucked like her slutty heart deserved. There would be no surprise to Larissa if your magic reacted during this, it only happened during heightened emotions like this and you knew she would always listen to your body. Who needs to walk on a Saturday morning anyway?

word count~ 986

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[goodlucksnez]

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A/ngel d/ust x husk & an/gel has comes back off set with terrible hay fever after working with flowers, and hu/sk is being nice

no one gets to talk bad about my angel dust voice okay, accent are hard and i am still working on it- I made this quick after work while people were cutting the lawn so sorry if the audio isn't the best

anyway enjoy you filthy sinners

cw: sneezing, (duh) some sniffles, cursing, 2 noseblows some sniffles, and playful nicknames, mentions of s/ex worker

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transcript:

What the hell happened to you? You look like shit.

I will. Thanks, whiskas. Trust me, you don't want to know.

Ohh I most certainly do. What overlord did you fuck this time?

Hey, I will suck all of them. Besides, it ain't your fucking business. That's me and my work. Pour me a drink hard.

I'm not pouring you anything, especially when you're dripping snot all over my counter like that.

You.Suck at it.

Come on. 6 arms. Tell me.

Fine. Don't say I didn't warn you. Val's got this new idea for all the Spring Breakers who fucked a bit too much down here? Well, the Last of Us. A lot. This is a great marketing scheme to make this whole set of tapes about fucking spring. Normally, I ain't complaining. I mean. Look. The hole, the hole I beat, but this time it's a little different.

Judging from your appearance, I can say so. What did he do this time?

Yeah, yeah. He bought every fucking flower to just assault the fucking crew with everything.and towed

Wait, wait. You're telling me that some fucking flowers did this to you? You fucking weak ass bitch Wait. What spiders like live in flora and fauna.

Well, it ain't exactly my sceane. Yeah, I mean, sure have been. Don't get down dirty, but that's what fucking planet.thinks it will strum up bussness. The only thing that's strumming up is my allergies

Breathe.I got you, baby cakes. Just sneeze. You wont feel better till you do.

Impressive. You've got anymore in there?

No. If you tell anyone about.

You ain't gonna do nothing, kid. You're gonna go March upstairs and rest. I'll have smiles. Bring you some antihistamines. You gotta get this **** off of you.

Oh, and what he's suggesting? eh whiskers. You want to see me all nude?

What I want to see is your snot filled face.I'll join you upstairs in a minute. Why don't you go do yourself a favor and start taking a shower?

Oh kitty got claws meow

If you make another fucking cat pun, I will shove this bottle so far.

Oh, don't threaten me with a good time. God I am gonna murder hin (val)

OK, arachnophobia. You get out of here. Go clean up, OK? Ill have a little talk little moth friend.

No, no, no, no. Ain't no way you're going near Val.

Says anything about me? I was an overlord once I got deals. I still know how to play my cards right.

Now you're gonna ask. Shit I'm way too congested just even think about it. OK, im out of here. Bring the fuckin bottle.

poor kids gonna kill himself one of these days. Up to me to clean up the fucking mess.

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simshaderoom Good Morning! Just dropping off some interesting pictures we received in the DMs. Looks like there was a confrontation between #Bailey Kay her husband #Quinton and #Dizzy at 55 Degrees yesterday. We don’t know what was said but we can tell it wasn’t a friendly conversation. Stay tuned.

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dizzydes I was just trying to clear the air before lawyers got involved, but as you can see the Queen B and her bully wanna be gangsta husband were not trying to listen. I was threatened and feared for my life so I chose to walk away before it escalated further. I’ll see them in court instead.

rubberbandshan Wooow! So what you’re saying is you interrupted their date with foolishness I’m sure. Bailey and Quinton wanted all the smoke. You realized you were about to get dead and ran away. Copy. Next.

kingb This is the visual definition of fucked around and found out 😂. Q should’ve mushed him with one finger to the forehead like Ghost did Tasha. Sir, please don’t try that again.

realisticrachel That’s assault so no. Grown adults can’t be fighting and arguing in public. Sad.

anon I like Dizzy but I still would want to see a fight lol. Also cameraman had one job. We needed video and audio. Who only takes pics in a situation like this?

bflyhive Absolutely NOT!! Please leave BK alone. She has more important things to worry about like her tour outfits. Anyone who stands in the way of me and the Hive pit will catch these hands.

bkstan AND FEET! When do we ride for the Queen? I stay ready.

B&QForever Oh Dizzy. You tried and failed miserably. She don't want you. Get over it. I'm riding in the front seat. Ready!

killabutterflies Just say the word B. We got you!

c.spiracy I've studied these images and I keep coming back to Dizzy and his fists. I don't condone violence but I too would ride for the Queen. Give us a sign BK.

rubberbandshan Not gonna lie. I'm riding too. Waiting for the Butterfly signal! 🦋

#i'm a stan #i'm riding! #LOL #bklegacy #bklgen2 #bailey kay #quinton #dizzy des #simshaderoom #rubberbandshan

[spencerreidswhore187]

Checkmate (Part Three)

By @spencerreidswhore187 for @sackofpissandshit

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five

Summary: Spencer finds out that reader is not who he thought they were. (Lots of angst)

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Unsub (g!n) Reader

Word Count: 2.6K

TW: Death, kidnapping, mentions of assault, hospitals, strong-ish language and Frank Kafka

A/N: Hi! Thank you to everyone who liked, commented, reblogged and followed Checkmate (Part one and two), it means the world to me. I ate like six Wispa chocolate bars (the superior chocolate) whilst writing this and I swear I have never typed so fast. I also, finally, proof read so yay!

“Reid-”

“You can’t stop me, Emily,” Spencer said, pulling the tubes out of his arms, indifferent to the pain, “I need to see them. I will see them.”

JJ tried to persuade him “This isn’t a movie or one of your novels, Spence please, y/n tried to kill you. You cannot see them.”

It was silent, the team avoiding making contact with Spencer and his bloodshot eyes and dishevelled hair. He looked insane when he spat “Don’t say their fucking name, I am going. We all know they won’t talk to anyone else.” You would have grinned, were you there. Spencer could have sworn he saw you throw your head back and laugh in the corner of the room. It was an ironic twist of fate, the way you’d both reacted to the truth. You had become soft and timid - growing a conscience and your Spence had grown twisted and harsh. 

Spencer hated himself for it but he wished you were with him.

Emily stood dumbfounded, she did not know what to expect when Spencer awoke but surely it was not this. This was not Spencer. Is this what love does to someone, she wondered.

Spencer was unrecognisable as he walked towards the exit of the monotonous hospital room, his face unreadable. Emily recalled the way it used to light up whenever your name was mentioned. 

Spencer paused in the doorway, looking over his shoulder, “

Emily would let him go - against protocol, or not - they both knew that. 

They needed you to talk and the only person you would speak with was Spencer.

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Agent David Rossi slammed his hands against the tables in frustration, “We know what you did, y/n. We have evidence,” you made no move to speak, “ you can either make a deal with us and tell us who you are working for or spend the rest of your life rotting in a cell.” 

Tara and Rossi took turns trying to interrogate you but you weren’t listening, you had forced yourself into the corner of your mind, reliving your favourite memories in a futile attempt to dull the throbbing pain in your heart.

It had been three years, eight months, two weeks and one day since you met Spencer Reid. You’d had left a meeting with Ben, black and blue because you had refused to kill a group of children whose worst crime had been staying up past their bedtime, and had gone straight to August.

August had been your first love and your third kill. When Ben had found out about them he had forced you to slit his wrists. 

You rested your head against his gravestone, crossed-legged and book in hand. It was late and you were exhausted but you could not bring yourself to leave - perhaps it was pure stubbornness: everyone had always left you so out of spite, you refused to leave them. Or maybe it was fate. If you had left you never would have met Spencer. 

“Yours,” You had read aloud, “now I'm even losing my name - it was getting shorter and shorter all the time and is now-”

“Yours,” a tall, brunette stranger interrupted. He was beautiful; he looked like you, broken. Alone might as well have been tattooed on his forehead. The stranger raised the book in his hand and you recognised the cover:

“Letters to Milena,” you had smiled. It was the same novel resting in your lap. He wore a matching smile on his face, it looked like the first time he had smiled in a while, it was certainly the first time you had.

He sat down at the grave next to August’s, the stone read ‘Maeve Donovan’. 

You extended your hand, “Y/N L/N. Hi.”

He took your cold hand in his, it was much larger but fitted in yours so comfortably, “Spencer Reid,” he replied. 

That night you talked for hours in the graveyard, eventually forgetting the reason you were both there to begin with.

When you got up to leave and return to the real world, he had grabbed your wrist, releasing it immediately and apologising profusely, a jolt of electricity had run up your arm, “I, er, maybe we could go out sometime…together…like an, um, date?” 

You had grinned, feeling alive for the first time in years. At that moment you weren’t Y/N, The Phantom Menace, you were just Y/N, someone who at long last believed in hope. 

You’d been alone in the dull interrogation room for around an hour when the door at last creaked open; there he stood. 

Spencer’s breath caught in his throat - how could you sit there looking so beautiful, like something he’d never seen. Perhaps you were a fallen angel, a plague on mankind. That’s the only explanation Spencer could concoct that would validate how someone as deadly as you could look so heavenly. 

He wanted to grab hold of your chin and press his lips against yours, he wanted to feel the warmth of your body pressed against his. This endless loop of thoughts made Spencer feel sick, he forced himself to remember who you are and what you’ve done. It didn’t matter though. 

You watched him analyse your face, maybe you were delusion or maybe he still cared and was checking to see whether you were hurt. Whether you were okay. You weren’t, neither of you were. 

You didn’t say anything as he slowly approached the steel table you were handcuffed to. You didn’t say anything as he took a seat across from you. You didn’t say anything as he reached out and tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear. 

Soon the silence became unbearable for Spencer.

“You tried to kill me,” he whispered. 

You didn’t know how to respond. You hated that things would never be the same; you missed the way you would lie in bed and talk for hours, the mornings where you would drape yourselves across the sofa and race each other to finish the crossword first. 

“I’m sorry,” you replied, hesitantly. 

“That’s not good enough.” 

A tear, a lone bead, trailed down your cheek. You hated he could see you cry, you yearned to wipe your sorrows away. 

“Why are you here, Spence?”

He scoffed, “Oh, are we back to Spence now? When will you stop playing these games, y/n? You won. Is that what you want to hear,” his voice slowly raised into a shout, “Checkmate. You broke me.”

Spencer closed his eyes tightly, remembering how Garcia had told him you were the one who made the call. 

 “I need you to explain something to me.”

“Anything,” you breathed. 

“Tell me what you meant by ‘the men who kidnapped me.’” 

“Spencer-”

“Tell me,” he glowered, “and then we are done. You won’t ever have to see me again.” 

You choked back a sob, you had been injured, nearly killed, countless times by countless people but nothing hurt like this. Spencer ignored the tears streaming down your face and the way your voice shook as you finally spoke, it was so convincing and he knew if he let himself believe it, there would be no turning back. 

“When I was eight years old, I was walking home from school. My parents, well, they weren’t home much but it was my birthday and they had promised me that there would be this huge cake and lots of presents. I was so excited. I don’t know why. I was five minutes away from the house when a van pulled up beside me and these two men grabbed me and drove off. 

“They used to laugh at me. They would drink and stare at my tied-up body making jokes about how my parents told the police to stop looking for me after just a few hours of looking. They would tell me how easily I could be found if someone actually cared about me. 

“After a few years, they got bored of me and made me run errands for them. At first, it was drugs and then they would make me steal, rob small shops. If I didn’t then they would, um…” Spencer stared at the surface of the table, he didn’t think he’d be able to stop himself from uncuffing you and then escorting you out of the FBI building if he did.

You continued, “It was easier to do what they said. I thought that if they let me go far enough, maybe I would get caught. Anything…anything would have been better than being with Aidan and Steven Keith. At least that’s what I thought.” 

Spencer’s mind was racing with a thousand possibilities. He hates it when you cry, he hates it when you’re hurt, he sat frozen, not knowing what to do. 

“They got in, um, trouble with Be-the leader of this local gang. Some drug deal gone wrong I think. They tried to trade me as a gesture of good faith - I was seventeen. I killed Steven and thought I had escaped but they found me in an alley. 

“They started training me to be an assassin, sending me out to do their dirty work. I didn’t want to, at first, I swear it, Spencer. But then it became a way to disassociate. When I held that little blade I became a completely different person, it was the only way I could survive. I wanted to escape but I couldn’t get away from him.” Him? 

“And then…I met you.” 

Spencer remembered the day you brought him back to life in that graveyard. It had been two weeks since Meave died and he wasn’t sure what he expected when he went to visit her for the first time but it sure as hell wasn’t you. You were mesmerising. 

“After our second date I told, um, him that I was done. I told him I had money, I tried to give him everything in exchange for my freedom - a life with you, Spence, would have been worth it. He wouldn’t let me, though. We ended up meeting less and less frequently and I managed to convince him that there were worse ways to ruin his enemies' lives than death. 

“I thought I was done. I was happy, we were happy; I foolishly believed we could lead a normal life. 

“He told me five more people and then I was done. I did the jobs without hesitation, it’s not like they didn’t deserve it. 

“It was supposed to be our last meeting, earlier,” you weren’t aware of what time it was anymore, the hours just rolled into one another, “and he revealed my loving boyfriend had lied to me. That you were a profiler for the FBI. He didn’t give me a choice, I had to…I had to kill you.” 

Spencer couldn’t breathe. He forced himself to inhale, hold, and then exhale. He had more questions he needed answering. 

“So you did not kill Sheppard, Daugherty, Smith, Chen or that bastard Keith?”

“No.”

“Why should I believe you? Why should I believe anything you say?” He did know why he was being so harsh. It was like Spencer had become two different people and he was standing mute watching this cruel figure shout at the love of his life. He wished more than anything that you could just stop loving someone, and turn it off like a switch. Spencer feared he would love you forever. 

Mirroring your conversation earlier, he asked: “How did they end up dead then?” 

“I told you before, I don’t know.”

‘Then think!” 

“I can’t-shit.” The realisation hit you like a ton of bricks. It was Ben. He had lied to you - every life you thought you had spared, you had been wrong. He had been playing you the whole time. Perhaps you were a pawn after all. 

Spencer seemed to come to the same conclusion as you. 

“It was him, wasn’t it,” he asked.

There was no point lying, he knew your tell, you knew that, “yes.”

“What’s his name.” 

“I can’t-”

“I won’t let him hurt you y/n, sweetheart. If he comes after you, if he touches a hair on your pretty little head, I will kill him. And…I will sleep well.” He knew that it made him a hypocrite and no better than you but he didn’t care. The thought of someone hurting you made him feel nauseous. 

You whispered, “Ben. His name is Ben.”

With that, Spencer got out of his chair and went to open the door. He heard your voice call his name “Spence” from behind. 

He paused but he could not bring himself to turn around and face you.

You continued anyway, “Spencer, Spence, I wish the world were ending tomorrow. Then I could take the next train, arrive at your doorstep in Vienna, and say: ‘Come with me,’” Your voice cracked, you couldn’t disguise your sobs as you watched Spencer. “‘We are going to love each other without scruples or fear or restraint. Because the world is ending tomorrow.’ Perhaps we don’t love unreasonably because we think we have time or have to reckon with time. But what if we don't have time? Or what if time, as we know it, is irrelevant? Ah, if only the world were ending tomorrow. We could help each other very much.” 

You hoped Spencer would come back, you foolishly hoped he would hold you but you should have known by now that hope is a myth, a horrid, twisted lie. 

‘I love you, still. Always,” you promised the vacant room.

As he, at last, left the interrogation room, Spencer’s facade slipped - his composition crumbled. Heartbreaking, he leant against the door. He was exhausted from pretending that he didn’t care. As the tears started spilling down his cheeks, Spencer slid down the wall, drawing his knees up to his chest. Harsh sobs echo down the corridor. 

Why was it always him? Why couldn’t he live a perfect life for once - it didn’t even have to be perfect, it just needed you. 

By the time Spencer heard the voices of Emily and Rossi in the distance, he had already decided. He was going to find this ‘Ben’ and he was going to destroy him for what he did to you. 

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Ben scrubbed at the blood that stained his knuckles, intently watching his reflection in the mirror above the sink basin. 

He didn’t look away when he heard a gentle knock at the door, “enter,” he called. 

The new girl, Beth something, walked in, twisting a dark curl around her finger. 

“What?” He demanded. 

“Y/N’s been arrested, sir,” she said, “and the agent is still alive.”

 “Stupid bitch,” Ben scoffed, turning round to face the timid girl. 

“She was foolish enough to get arrested and keep her dickhead boyfriend alive? Did she think she’d get away with it or what? I should have gutted that brat when I had the chance.” 

Ben grinned at the thought, his rotting teeth on display. Beth took a subconscious step back at the putrid display. 

“How long will her sentence be?”

“For life, Sir.”

His nasally laugh engulfed the pair, “Good. Y/N’s fallen right into my trap - it’s all going to plan, Brittney,” the destruction Ben planned to bring excited him, “Checkmate.” 

A/N: Thank you for reading! Part four will be uploaded soon ◡̈

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[sihtricfedaraaahvicius]

Warnings: angst/fluff. mentions of trauma, panic attack, severe injuries after crash, feelings of guilt, slight assault.

pairing: Modern!Sihtric x you (f)

Summary: you got to see Sihtric in the hospital, but he wasn't the same guy you knew before the accident.

Word count: 5,1k

Note: part 3 of the Mechanic story, direct follow up to part 2.

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'Don't leave me, please, I'm so fucking scared.'

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You barely knew Finan, but when he saw you running down the hospital hallway towards him, he pulled you into his embrace without any hesitation.

'Where is he?' you cried, 'it's all my fault, Finan.'

'He's being looked after,' Finan hushed you, 'and why would ye say that?'

'If he… hadn't,' you sobbed, 'brought me home or… if I had just let him go moments earlier… then he- he-'

'No. No!' Finan said and cupped your cheeks, 'we can't change fate. It happened. No one here is to blame except the bastard that hit him. But the cops are onto that already.'

'Is he awake?' you tried to calm yourself.

'Not that I've been told. I haven't seen him, I only know the damage.'

'Tell me,' you sniffled and wiped your tears.

Finan sighed and motioned you to take a seat. He sat down next to you and sighed again while he rubbed his hands over his face before he spoke.

'They told me,' he paused and shook his head, 'Sihtric… the helmet saved him. The collision was so hard, if his head was unprotected he would've died right on the spot.'

'No,' you weep softly, to which Finan took your hands.

'But he is alive, aye?' he reassured you, 'he does have a mild concussion. The further damage is,' Finan paused again, 'his left shoulder is fractured, his left elbow, wrist and hip are broken. He has three broken ribs, both knees are fractured and his right ankle is broken too.'

'Oh my god,' you sighed and broke out in tears again. Finan pulled you in for another hug and tried to hush you.

'They believe he will be okay. He'll just need a lot of time to recover. So wipe ye tears, lady,' Finan chuckled weakly, 'ye won't get rid of the boy this easily.' 

You smiled lightly and tried to calm yourself again.

'Is he awake already?'

'I'm not sure, I did see a few nurses rush over shortly before ye came, but I haven't heard anything yet.'

'They rushed in?' you grew concerned, 'why?'

'I…,' Finan sighed and shrugged lightly, 'I can't tell ye, sorry.'

You dropped your head in your hands and sat like that for several long minutes until a nurse suddenly walked over.

'There was a slight complication,' she said softly, 'but I can confirm everything is okay. We have placed him in an induced coma.'

'What?' you snapped.

'Why?' Finan asked.

'He had regained his consciousness, which we didn't expect after a trauma this big. It is safer for him to be in a state of sleep for a little longer,' the nurse explained, 'but if you wish to, you can see him now.'

You looked at Finan, who returned a worried look, but you both agreed and followed the nurse down the hall. She opened the door and said you could stay as long as you both wanted, but said to not touch Sihtric or anything that is currently attached to his body.

'I do want to encourage you to speak to him. There is always a possibility he can hear you, which might be comforting for him,' the nurse said before she walked out, closing the door behind her.

You and Finan both stood far away from the hospital bed, both too nervous and frightened to get any closer. You looked at each other and you saw how Finan had teared up. Without thinking you grabbed his hand and you slowly walked over to Sihtric. 

Most of his body was covered with a blanket, but the sight of his face was enough for you to let out a sob. His face only had mild bruises and several cuts, nothing that wouldn't heal normally, but upon seeing it, it truly dawned on you what had happened. 

His left arm was already placed in a cast, elbow to wrist, covering up the bruises underneath, but both his hands were exposed and the bruises and scratches looked painful.

'You know,' you chuckled lightly, 'the day before the accident, he told me a few more scratches or scars would go unnoticed on him.'

'Aye,' Finan sniffled, 'he was an ugly bastard before the accident already.'

You snapped your head up at Finan with a disapproving look, but you couldn't help smiling through your tears when Finan did the same.

'Shut up,' you hissed softly, to which Finan squeezed your hand.

'So, ye were with him just before the crash?'

'Yeah,' you sighed, 'he gave me a ride home from work after, you know, my car…'

Finan chuckled and shook his head.

'Yeah,' you snorted, 'Sihtric picked me up and we just rode around for a few hours before he brought me home. It was quite late already by then, around 10 o'clock I believe.'

'10?' Finan frowned, 'the accident happened around 10:30.'

'Well,' you said, but quickly closed your mouth again.

'Aye,' Finan suddenly snorted, 'I see. Took a while to say goodbye I'm sure.'

'Yeah,' you blushed lightly, and Finan saw you tear up again, 'he should've stayed over. I asked him, but he said it wasn't a good idea. If he stayed he wouldn't… he,' you choked on your words.'

'Nah, Sihtric's not like that. Not if he really likes ye, that is,' Finan smiled softly at you, 'believe me, Sihtric wanted to stay. But there was no way ye could've made him, he doesn't let his walls down anymore that easily.'

'He told me a few things, yeah.'

You both sighed and listened to the heart monitor that was connected to Sihtric for a moment. You looked at Sihtric and you desperately wanted to wake him up, to hold him in your arms and tell him he was safe. But you kept your distance, and you weren't ready to talk to him with Finan in the room. Besides, you figured Finan should be the first to try and say some things, as Sihtric considered Finan as his only family.

'I will give you some time, Finan, alone, in case you want to talk to him. I'm going to get some coffee, do you want some?'

'Appreciate that, lady,' Finan smiled weakly, 'and no, I will fetch my own coffee in a moment, thanks.'

You patted Finan lightly on his shoulder and walked out of the room. You got yourself a coffee and sat to wait in the hallway. About half an hour later Finan found you on your chair, asleep, with an empty cup of coffee in your hands. He didn't have the heart to wake you up, as he had a feeling you weren't planning on going home. And neither was he, so he sat down next to you and eventually fell asleep too.

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You both woke up as a nurse nudged you awake. Apparently you had slept for a while, and they advised you both to just go home. Sihtric wouldn't wake up in the next few hours anyway and his condition was stable. Yet you both refused to leave and just ended up roaming the hallways the entire day, getting to know each other better. And to your pleasant surprise, Finan was very likeable and funny. He told you a lot about Sihtric, good and bad things, and you just loved to hear the stories he had to tell about the holiday adventures they've had the past few years.

You'd been back in the place you both slept at for a short while before suddenly two nurses rushed by and entered Sihtric's room. You and Finan both jumped up, but knowing you wouldn't be allowed in the room, you just stood there, watching. Seconds later you heard something clatter on the floor after a pained groan and another two nurses hurried into the room.

'Sounds like he's awake,' Finan grimaced.

'You think?' you said, concerned.

Not much later one of the nurses ran over to the two of you.

'(y/n)?' she asked, slightly spooked and confused, 'is one of you (y/n)?'

'I-I am,' you said cautiously.

'He's awake and asked for you. He is not supposed to have visitors yet, but when we told him that he quickly became rather aggressive, attempting to rid himself of any attached wires. He knocked over the IV pole in the process, his injuries caused him discomfort and made him lay back down. But,' the nurse paused and swallowed, 'you, you will have to see him. I am afraid we will not be able to keep him calm otherwise.'

'I… shouldn't you go?' you hesitated and looked at Finan.

'Go!' Finan said, 'go, lady. He's clearly in need of you,' and he lightly shoved you towards the nurse. You nodded at Finan and followed the nurse inside the room. You watched how the other three nurses made sure Sihtric hadn't ripped out or broken any tubes or wires. In the meantime the nurse, who had called you over, told you to be careful as he might still be high on medication which could cause him to act unexpectedly. When everything seemed to be fine and back in place again, the nurses left the room, closing the door behind them.

You felt a mild rush of panic when you slowly walked over to Sihtric, who took short and heavy breaths after his sudden anger outburst moments earlier.

'S-Sihtric?' you whispered, to which he slightly lifted his head up and you heard him sigh when he saw you.

'(y/n)?' he spoke hoarsely, lips curling into a small smile. 

Sihtric made an attempt to reach his right hand out to you, but was restrained by the infusion line attached to him, causing him to, once again, almost pull over the IV pole. You hurried to stop the pole from falling over and Sihtric was quick to grab your hand as you stood next to his bed. You looked down into his mismatched eyes and felt the familiar rush of butterflies in your stomach again.

'One more, lady?' he whispered with a sleepy smirk.

'You can't be serious,' you chuckled lightly, 'you nearly trashed the place just to say that to me?'

'No,' Sihtric chuckled, to which he quickly groaned as it hurt him, 'I actually hoped,' he hissed lightly in pain, 'you'd give me one more.'

'Sihtric,' you sighed, 'I'm not even supposed to see you. Let alone touch you.'

'They won't know.'

You couldn't help but smile at his smirk. The man had been seriously injured, yet here he was, still flirting, as if half of his body wasn't broken or fractured. Oh, what the hell, you thought. You slowly and cautiously leaned into him, but still his lips were quick to find yours. And it only took a split second before you heard the heart monitor gradually beep faster, and you pulled away from him when the sound became concerningly fast.

'Sihtric,' you chuckled lightly, 'we can't do this right now.'

'Hm,' he murmured, trying to pull you closer again but he seemed confused as he tried to do so. Then you were rudely interrupted when a nurse ran in to check his heart monitor.

'You can't touch him!' she snarled at you. 

You abruptly stepped away from him, but Sihtric didn't leave his grip on your hand and clenched his jaw as he looked at the nurse. She sighed in frustration and warned Sihtric to keep himself calm, or he'd quickly be denied seeing you. He scowled at the nurse before she left again, and you couldn't help but giggle at him.

'Sihtric,' you said and shook your head, 'you need to rest.'

'Stay with me,' he whispered, suddenly seeming broken after looking confident just yet.

'I don't think I am allowed.'

'Baby, please,' Sihtric sighed and squeezed your hand again, rather harsh this time and you tried to pull away, which only intensified his grip.

'Sihtric, you're… you're hurting me.'

'Stay with me,' he said again, gently yet confused, while his grip was anything but gentle.

'You, you have to let go of me,' you tried to sound calm but you felt yourself grow anxious. 

The nurse had warned you he could still be unpredictable, and you didn't know him well enough yet to know if this was part of his normal behaviour or not. You didn't know if he was normally this clingy and if he thought it was normal to use force on someone. And when you couldn't hide your sudden fear anymore, you jerked your hand back, slipping out of Sihtric's grip. You stepped back to which Sihtric gave you a pained and once again confused expression.

'No, please,' he begged, calmly, 'don't… don't go.'

'Sihtric, you can't,' you sighed and swallowed hard, 'I don't want you to use that much force on me again,' you said softly as you rubbed your already reddened wrist.

'Force?' Sihtric asked, not sure what he was being accused of. 

You saw his face grew concerned as he was still confused, which led you to feel concerned again too. Was he really not aware of the force he just used on you? Was he still high on medication? Because he seemed to be rather sober and aware, even reacting to his own pain. It made no sense at all to you.

'I… I will be… I need some air,' you stammered, 'I- I will be back.'

You couldn't bear hearing him plead again so you quickly turned and walked out of the room. 

You stormed past Finan, who caught a glimpse of your tears and he quickly followed you.

'Hey!' he called after you, 'hey, what happened?'

'He,' you sobbed, 'I don't know. He just… he wouldn't let go.'

'What?' Finan frowned. You showed him your wrist and Finan looked in shock when he saw a bruise was already forming on your skin, 'did Sihtric do that?'

You nodded and wiped your tears away, 'I think I… maybe… I guess I just don't really know him.'

'What? No. No, this is not something he does. He,' Finan sighed, 'Sihtric may have some rough edges, but he would never purposely harm someone he's fond of. And definitely not a lady,' he scoffed, 'believe me, he's as soft as they come. He must still be high on medication.'

'He didn't look like that, he seemed very aware of everything. Except for this,' you held up your wrist again and brushed your hands through your hair, 'he begged me to stay.'

'Do ye want to go back?'

'I don't know,' you shrugged lightly.

'Do ye want me to go back with ye? Keep an eye out? I could even wait outside, at the door, he wouldn't know I'm there.'

'Yeah, I-I think that's a good idea. I'd like that,' you smiled weakly.

'Maybe you could go in first,' you said as you walked back to Sihtric's room, 'you know, to have a chat? You know him better than me. You'll be able to tell if he's high on not.'

'Aye, I'll do that,' Finan said, and he squeezed your shoulders, 'everything will be okay. I promise ye, he's a good lad.'

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'Finan?' Sihtric said, still hoarsely, 'where is (y/n)?'

'Sihtric, listen to me,' Finan said curtly, 'ye scared us both, we are still trying to adjust to this whole thing, aye?' he paused and waited for Sihtric to react. Once he had nodded, Finan continued, 'how do ye feel?'

'Wrecked,' Sihtric chuckled lightly, 'where is (y/n)?' he asked again.

'Am I not handsome enough for ye?'

'Piss off,' Sihtric smiled and blushed lightly.

'Aye, I see yer just fine. How's the pain?'

'They could give me something stronger, but it's not too awful. I mainly feel dizzy at times.'

'Ye got a mild concussion, so that's nothing weird. Anything else that feels off to ye?'

'I don't think so,' Sihtric said and looked down at his hands, 'nothing I can recall right now at least. Where is (y/n)?'

Finan nodded and looked at Sihtric for a few seconds before he slightly leaned in.

'Listen, that lady out there,' Finan said, 'keep her. Make sure ye bloody keep her. She tried to contact you for hours, the morning after your crash, but I couldn't unlock your phone and reach out, until she finally called.'

Sihtric sighed and clenched his jaw as Finan spoke. 

'She came over right away, a crying mess, and she hasn't left the hospital since she arrived. Now, I don't know what just happened between the two of ye, but ye better be careful, mate. Ye spooked her just now.'

'I didn't do anything!' Sihtric suddenly hissed.

'Ye bruised her bloody wrist with the grip ye held her in!' Finan snapped, 'clearly ye are not high on any medication, I can tell, so I don't know what got into ye, but if ye do that again I will kill you myself. Is that clear?'

'Where is she?' Sihtric asked again, even more impatient this time.

'I asked ye a question!'

'Yeah, clear!'

'Something's not right with ye, Sihtric, I can tell,' Finan said quietly but sternly, 'I don't know if it's the trauma catching up or the concussion, but something's not right. I can feel it.'

Sihtric looked away from Finan and clenched his jaw again. 'I want to see her,' he said.

'And ye will. But ye will behave.'

Finan then got up and walked out of the room, back to you.

'Aye, he's as sober as he can be. But something's wrong. However, he still asks for ye, so if ye want to see him, I'll stay close.'

'Thank you, Finan,' you gave him a quick hug, 'I do want to see him. Maybe I judged too harshly. I… we can't imagine what he feels or thinks right now. I will go to him.'

You took a deep breath and walked back to Sihtric, and you almost forgot what had happened when he smiled at the sight of you and looked at you with loving eyes.

'Baby,' he whispered, reaching for your hand again as you sat on the side of his bed. You politely pulled your hand away and gave him a soft smile.

'How are you feeling?'

'Better now that you're by my side,' Sihtric smiled, and you couldn't stop yourself from getting closer to him again. You leaned in and softly brushed your fingertips through his hair, and you both chuckled lightly when you heard his heartbeat speed up again.

'Hear what you do to me, lady?' he smiled, causing you to blush.

'Do you,' you hesitated, 'do you remember anything?'

Sihtric closed his eyes, allowing himself to enjoy your touch as he thought for a moment.

'I remember picking you up,' he said, eyes still closed and paused for a short while, 'I think we… just rode around for a while then.'

'We did,' you smiled, your fingers still softly playing with his hair.

'And… I brought you home. And we kissed,' he smiled widely now, 'and I didn't want to leave you.'

'But you did,' you chuckled lightly.

'I did,' Sihtric smiled, 'and I was a fool. But I did it for a reason.'

'I know.'

'I remember,' he swallowed hard and you saw his smile fade, 'I… I regretted leaving you. And I missed you as soon as I left. So,' he paused,trying to recall his memory again, 'and I remember that when I was halfway to my house, I… I turned around. I wanted to go back to you.'

'Sihtric, no,' you gasped softly, and you suddenly felt sick inside.

'I was on my way back to you,' his voice trembled, 'I needed you in my arms that night,' he choked on his words.

'No,' you let out a soft sob and leaned your forehead against his lightly, 'I'm sorry.'

'For what?'

'Making you go back, causing you to… to…'

'You didn't cause anything,' he raised his voice slightly and quickly hissed at his pain. You pulled slightly away from him, making sure you weren't hurting him. 

'You didn't cause this,' he continued with a shaky voice, 'and if I, if I… if I had died, then at least I,' he paused to compose himself, 'at least I'd died knowing I had somewhat of a chance with you.'

'You're such a fool,' you cried softly, 'I've been trying to make you ask me out for weeks. You always had more than somewhat of a chance.'

'But what chance do I have now, lady?' Sihtric looked up at you, 'now that I got fucking wrecked?' he smiled brokenly.

'Well,' you smiled softly and caressed the old scar on his cheek, 'a few more scratches and scars go unnoticed on you.'

Sihtric chuckled through his tears, making him groan in pain again. You gently leaned back into him and softly nuzzled his nose.

'My lady,' he sighed while you could hear his heart monitor beep faster again, 'please, one more?'

'Just one?' you whispered before you kissed his lips as softly as you could.

'More,' he murmured with a smile against your lips, before you kissed him again.

He brought his right hand up to cup your cheek, moaning softly against your lips as he brought some pain upon himself while he did so.

'Be careful, darling,' you cooed.

'I just want to feel you close, lady,' Sihtric sighed. 

You placed your hand on his and you brushed your cheek lightly against the palm of his hand.

'I am close,' you whispered, squeezing his hand lightly as you leaned back in to kiss his lips again.

'But I,' Sihtric sighed, breaking the kiss, and you pulled your hand off his to cup his lightly bruised cheek.

'What?' you spoke softly when you saw he looked very confused again, 'what is it, love? I'm right here.'

Sihtric looked up at you with a sudden fear, and you felt how his hand on your cheek tightened, just like he had done before with your, now slightly blue, wrist.

'Sihtric?' you asked, alarmed.

'I, I,' Sihtric stammered. You watched his lower lip tremble and he gasped for air, his eyes darted all over you and you saw he was on the verge of tears. But there was something else in his eyes too, beside a glance of panic and fright. There was a hint of near insanity, which scared you like nothing else ever had before. Sihtric squeezed your cheek hard, and forced your face back to his again as he desperately tried to kiss you.

'Sihtric!' you tried to raise your voice but you simply couldn't. You managed to pull slightly away from his lips to which Sihtric started crying and shook his head.

'I can't… I can't feel you,' he gasped loudly and dug his fingers in your skin again, but this time he clawed at the back of your neck.

'What do you mean!' you panicked at the sight of him, while you heard his heart monitor go even faster than before.

'I can't feel you,' he cried and suddenly raised his voice, 'I can't feel you!'

Finan had heard the commotion and you vaguely heard him shout for a nurse before he ran over to you. He was bewildered at the sight of you and Sihtric and didn't know if he had to pull you away or not, as he saw how you leaned your forehead against Sihtric's, trying to hush him as he cried and shouted that he couldn't feel you. Finan watched in shock, trying to make sense of this sudden outburst and he kept looking back to the door, waiting for a nurse.

'What do you mean? What do you mean?' you asked Sihtric over and over again, as he kept trying to kiss you amidst the panic.

'My hands!' he suddenly shouted with terror in his voice, 'I can't feel your skin! I can't feel you! Why can't I feel you? Why can't I feel you anymore!'

'Baby,' you sobbed, trying to understand what on earth he meant, 'but I'm here. I'm right here!'

'Oh sweet Jesus, his nerves!' Finan suddenly shouted, 'his hands!'

'What?' you snapped your head towards Finan, 'what does that mean!'

'Nerve damage!'

'I need to… I need to feel you, I- I can't… I-,' Sihtric breathed heavily, and you saw he was about to have a panic attack.

'Nurse!' Finan shouted loudly again just as she finally ran in.

You pulled away to give the nurse space, but Sihtric had caught your hand in his and he refused to let go. Again, squeezing so hard you thought he was going to break your hand.

'Why can't I feel her!' he shouted at the nurse.

'I need you to let go of her,' the nurse said curtly.

'No!'

'Sihtric, please,' you cried, 'you're hurting me!'

Sihtric gasped loudly again when he looked down and saw your hand in his, seeing how he had caused the colour to leave your fingertips, and he abruptly let go.

'I- I didn't mean to,' he panicked as you backed off, 'I can't feel you, baby, please. Don't leave. Don't leave me, please, I'm so fucking scared.'

You brought your shaking hands up to your face, covering your mouth as you were taken by shock while you watched the nurse quickly sedate Sihtric. Finan wrapped his arms around you and forced you out of the room, and outside you just became numb and let yourself fall down to your knees.

********************

Two days had passed since you had last seen Sihtric, as he was sedated to prevent him from doing any more damage to himself or others. After a doctor had run tests on him, you were informed that Finan had been right. The nerves in Sihtric's hands had been damaged in the crash, causing him to lose all sensation in both hands. The doctor said his nerves were only bruised and that the sensation would come back to him again, but it could take up to three months. You felt relieved to know what had been wrong, but also felt terrible for Sihtric. You couldn't imagine how scary it must be to suddenly not feel anything you touch anymore, but still remain to have strength in your hands which you were simply unaware of.

After the incident Finan had brought you home, where you finally got some sleep and refreshed yourself. You felt better quicker than you expected, but it also helped that Sihtric had called you the evening after you had left him. You were happy to hear his voice, even when he wouldn't stop apologising to you, and he told you that starting tomorrow he would be allowed to finally leave his room for a few hours during the day, albeit in a wheelchair. You promised him you'd be there, and told him that Finan had informed you he had to get back to work again, so it would just be you at the hospital tomorrow. Sihtric grinned and said he didn't mind that.

********************

When you arrived at Sihtric's room he was already settled in his wheelchair. You couldn't help but chuckle a little at the sight of him. His left arm almost completely in a cast, his right ankle in a cast while large bruises and some cuts decorated every piece of skin you could see.

'Lady,' Sihtric smiled when he saw you and he bit down on his lip.

You smiled and blushed lightly as you walked over to him. Despite not feeling anything, Sihtric still brought his right hand up to your face, wanting to cup your cheek as you leaned in towards him. You gently pushed his arm down and cupped his cheeks instead. 

'Hey, baby,' you whispered and nuzzled his nose softly, to which he hummed satisfyingly. You kissed him tenderly and you felt yourself suddenly become lightheaded, just like you had felt when Sihtric had kissed you for the first time. You both felt a little flustered after the kiss and you quickly moved behind Sihtric to push his wheelchair.

'Guess I'll be driving you around now for a while, huh?' you snorted as you pressed the elevator button.

'I sure hope so,' Sihtric grinned.

You kissed the top of his head while you waited for the elevator, and you just had to brush your hand through his soft, short hair. Sihtric beckoned you over to face him and asked for a kiss, which you happily gave him.

'I've missed you, lady,' he suddenly said.

'I've missed you too,' you smiled, 'how much longer do you have to stay here?'

'Not much longer, I think. I don't need any surgery so there's not much reasoning to keep me here much longer. I can heal my broken bones at home too.'

'What about your concussion?' you asked as you pushed him into the elevator.

'It can cause dizziness, but so far it has been mild, so, also nothing to be very worried about.'

'And the pain in general?'

'Lady,' he smiled, 'I don't feel a single thing right now. I don't know what kind of medication they gave me, but it's amazing. Only when I cough,' Sihtric sighed, 'and when I laugh, that really hurts too.'

'Have you tried sneezing already?' you snorted as the elevator door closed.

'Gods, lady,' Sihtric grimaced at the thought, 'I'd rather not. Might break another rib in the process,' he chuckled, to which he hissed lightly.

********************

'So, when you are allowed to go home…then what?'

You looked at Sihtric, who sat across from you, and you both enjoyed the warm sun on your face. The park next to the hospital was peaceful and quiet, and you could see Sihtric really needed to leave that room and he couldn't stop smiling.

'Well,' Sihtric cleared his throat, 'I thought that maybe you could get one of those hot nurse outfits,' he snorted, causing himself to moan at the pain. You looked satisfied at his struggle.

'That's what you get,' you grinned, 'for thinking about stuff like that.'

'Worth it,' he hissed.

'But, you're telling me you expect my help then?'

'I would like your help, lady.'

'And how? I mean, you basically need someone day and night.'

'You could… if you want to, maybe, you know, just… temporarily move in.'

'Really?' you chuckled.

'Yeah? I mean, I can do things on my own, you know. Like breathe,' he grinned, 'but I would need help with some stuff. But, you obviously have your job, so… I don't expect you to be around all day.'

'But you expect me to be around all night?'

'That would be great,' he smirked.

'Sihtric,' you rolled your eyes and blushed.

'It's… it would maybe be the perfect opportunity to get to know each other better,' Sihtric said and also blushed lightly, 'I'd really like to have you around. Properly. Not just for a few hours, like this.'

'Well,' you sighed, 'let me know when you can go home. I'll try to get some time off work then.'

#sihtric x reader #sihtric x you #the last kingdom fic #sihtric fic #sihtric kjartansson #the last kingdom #sihtric #sihtric kjartanson #tlk #modern!sihtric

[animasola86]

A Filthy Fantasy: Aftercare

Notes: This ties into what happened in A Filthy Fantasy (Part 1 and Part 2) and deals with the repercussions of it. I had intended this to be a reader-revenge-piece, but, uh, something else came out. Please enjoy my probably deepest dive into the personality of Sebastian “I didn't mean it” Sallow.

Pairing: Sebastian Sallow x f!reader

Genre: Hurt, Comfort, Angst, Fluff, mentions of Smut

Warnings: Explicit language, mentions of sexual assault, red flags all around

Word count: 2.4k

Synopsis: Two messed up people. One who manipulates and then apologises, manipulating some more, and a willing victim who blames herself and can't stay mad for long. So many red flags. And still, it's a love story. A very messed up love story.

-- can be read on AO3 too --

A Filthy Fantasy: Aftercare

(For context if you don't want to the read the smut that is A Filthy Fantasy: Sebastian and reader agreed to do a rape fantasy scene (consensual non-consent) and that is kinda what happened when reader found herself being forced to things she didn't initially agree to or wasn't comfortable doing.)

Rolling onto your side once again because you just couldn't find a comfortable position to sleep in, you let out a groan and inhaled sharply when yet another jolt of pain rushed through your aching limbs.

“Are you sure you don't want to go to the Hospital Wing?” you heard a concerned voice from the other side of the bed.

“And tell Nurse Blainey what? My boyfriend tied me to a table and fucked me a little too hard?” you grunted quietly, your voice hoarse and strained because, of course, even your throat hurt. Everything hurt. “No, I'm sure the potion will work any second now...”

You had told yourself that for the last half an hour since you drank that awful concoction he had given you. Exhaling loudly, you rolled back onto your stomach. Everything hurt a little less like this, perhaps because your body remembered the position you were in when you had received all of these aches. Quite ironic.

Next to you, the mattress dented slightly and then you saw Sebastian slowly approaching you, almost tentatively, cautious, an apologetic smile on his face. He lay on his side and watched you, probably tempted to touch you, but you had told him very clearly that you needed a little time to yourself right now.

“I'm sorry,” he whispered, his low voice vibrating in your ear, sending shivers down your spine which caused a horrible chain reaction of shudders and twitches and in the end, you were groaning and whimpering again. Swallowing hard against the pain (and by doing so only increasing the pain in your throat), you closed your eyes and wallowed in your own sorrow for a moment, trying to ignore the boy next to you. “Please let me help you...” he tried again. “I can't stand seeing you like this.”

You only scoffed and breathed loudly through your nose, before you sighed. “It's not your fault,” you fought against your own dark thoughts that tried to remind you why you were in this sorry state. “I did agree to it... well, most of it... and I could have said the safeword... but I didn't...”

He moved a little closer, but he kept his hands away – and you knew he was really fighting with himself right now. “It got a little out of hand, eh?” he whispered.

You opened your eyes and looked at him, long and hard, hoping to convey all the mixed emotions you had swirling inside your heart.

“Okay, a lot, it got completely out of hand!” he quickly rephrased and threw you a sympathetic smile. “Please know that I feel horrible about it...”

“Why?” you simply asked, watching him closely. “Why did you do it?”

He frowned and inhaled deeply, then rolled onto his back and stared at the ceiling. “I... I don't know, it just... happened. You looked so...” You saw him biting his lip. “I couldn't help myself. And that is no excuse, I know that. But... my mind was just full of... the scene we talked about.... and what we didn't talk about... and –” He sighed, then turned his head towards you again, his dark eyes wandering over your face. “I shouldn't have done that, all of it, I shouldn't even have suggested it to you!” He rolled onto his side and came even closer, genuine regret plastered all over his freckled face.

You stared at him, your eyelids fluttering slightly. His eyes were on you, those damn puppy-dog eyes, and you felt your anger and your pain and your overall discomfort dwindling. Before he could succeed in manipulating you out of your feelings once again, you closed your eyes and exhaled loudly.

You heard him shifting beside you. “Will you ever forgive me?” you heard him ask quietly. His question lingered on your mind for quite a while, long seconds, minutes that ticked by without any reaction to it, while you considered it and thought back to what had happened.

And in your pain riddled head there was one thing that kept pushing into the foreground over and over again. “It's on me,” you whispered, voicing the nagging doubt that kept you from completely distancing yourself from the boy next to you. “I could have said anything, at any point, but I didn't... I allowed you to do this, so I... I shouldn't be complaining now...”

“No!” he said firmly and now his hand was on your cheek. Your eyes flew open. “It's not on you! Absolutely not! I... I made you do that, I made you think you wanted it, if anything, it's on me, of course! Do not blame yourself! In that kind of situation... not being able to say anything against it... come on, give yourself a break! I can't even imagine what it must have been like for you... honestly, that you're still willing to talk to me after all of that,” he paused and chuckled darkly. “I do not deserve any of it... I don't deserve you...”

You gave him a strained noise of affirmation, then quickly changed your mind and groaned in disagreement. Furrowing your brows, you clenched your jaw against his subtle touch. You were quickly overwhelmed by your emotions yet again as not only your physical aches throbbed through your body, but also confusion and guilt and regret and all those things you couldn't even name. A tear dropped from your lashes as you blinked quickly and when he moved his thumb over your cheek nonchalantly, you let out a sob.

“Baby, I'm so sorry,” he whispered and when he leaned in and pressed his lips to your forehead, you sobbed even more. He shifted closer and stayed like this, his hand holding your cheek as you felt his warm breath on your hairline. “I didn't mean it...”

The way he said it, those exact words. You'd heard it all before. Numerous times. And you had to remind yourself: this is Sebastian, he's always been like this, running head first into trouble, getting hurt or hurting others, and then he'd apologise afterwards, bowing his head in shame for his brash actions. You knew that and despite it all, you'd fallen in love with him. Despite everything!

There was no rhyme or reason, it was all in your heart, engrained in your soul, those deep feelings you had for him, because after all, he wasn't always like that. He was caring and supportive and sweet and made you feel loved and safe and made you laugh and happy. The way he would hug you, hold you close, kiss you and... more.

What had happened was not the norm. He would never treat you like that. He'd always make sure you were comfortable and alright with what he did and you usually were. And in your haze, in your bottomless love for him, you'd agreed to something that had taken it all a little too far. You could have seen it coming, you had talked about it, he had made it perfectly clear what that scenario was about, and you still had allowed it, agreed to it.

With your aches thrumming through your body, you could see it for what it was now: you had been naïve, completely gullible, and he had indeed used that against you. And it felt as if you were both at fault here. Two stupid, horny teenagers indulging in things they thought might give them a thrill, when the reality of it was so much worse.

Inhaling sharply, you swallowed the lump in your throat, not remembering the soreness of it, and you winced deeply, only sobbing more. He leaned back then, looking at you with a grave expression. Your eyes wandered over his face and you wondered if you could ever look at him without remembering the things he had done to you. Biting your lip, you frowned and looked away, more tears spilling from your lashes.

“Okay that's it,” you then heard him say and without any warning, he suddenly turned you around and lifted you onto his arms, scrambling off the bed with you. Your mouth fell open and you stared at him, too shocked to acknowledge the pain that came from his brash action. “You are in so much pain, you need more than a healing potion,” he explained, his voice low and frantic. “I'm taking you to the Hospital Wing, I'll... I'll tell her you were... abducted and... and assaulted and...”

You gasped and grabbed his face, forcing him to look at you. “No! No. Stop!” you exclaimed equally frantic. “You can't do that! Please, don't!” He stopped and stared at you, as if he had forgotten you were more than a body he could carry around with him for a moment. “Remember what Ominis said? We shouldn't talk about this any more, and he's right! You'll only get into trouble,” you told him quietly, your voice shaking badly. “And... and I don't want that! And I don't want the attention of.... of that, of being a... a victim, you know?” Your thumbs ran over his cheeks imploringly. “Please!” you whispered.

He frowned deeply, his eyebrows furrowed and his eyes darker than usual. “But... but you need help... and I... I have to help you!” he urged, sounding so utterly helpless you felt almost sorry for him now.

“Lay me down, please...” you said hoarsely, trying to sound firm. “Let's just... rest... I'll be fine... I'm stronger than I look, okay?”

You watched him intently, ignoring the aching of both your body and your heart. He eventually complied and brought you back to the bed, laid you down carefully and pulled the covers over your shivering body.

You rolled onto your side, forcing yourself not to wince, and beckoned him closer. “Lay down with me,” you whispered and watched him climb into bed with you, keeping his distance, but you grabbed his hand and pulled him closer, until you could snuggle against his chest. He put his arm around you carefully, then gently rubbed your back.

“I feel awful,” he mumbled into your hair as he pressed his lips to the top of your head.

“I know,” you breathed back, holding down a Me too!, because somehow this was about comforting him now.

“I never meant to hurt you.”

“I know,” you repeated, falling back into that same old pattern of forgiving him yet again. It was what it was. That was the dynamic of your relationship. You would only see it for what it was in moments like these, where your physical pain was bigger than your emotional pain. And that clarity scared you more than you wanted to admit.

You loved him, with every fibre of your hurting body, as you had told him, and it was indeed scary how much you were willing to do and take because he had asked you to. But it was such a rewarding kind of love and you felt almost ashamed admitting to it: but whatever he would do to you, force you to do, you knew that he would be there for you afterwards, he'd care for you, cradle you in his arms, make sure you'd be alright, no matter the consequences.

It was a very twisted way of seeing things, you knew that, but you were both messed up people, you had your baggage and he had his and you shared so much of it also. It hadn't been easy these last years, but in being together and there for each other, you had pushed through and it had only brought you closer.

You took a shuddering breath and leaned back slowly, fighting the urge to wince at your aches, before you looked up at him. His eyes were immediately on you, as if he had been waiting for it. You raised a hand and gently touched his cheek, trailing your fingers over his temple, ignoring the shaking of your digits. He kept rubbing soothing circles on your back and just watched you.

“Tell me you love me,” you then whispered barely audible.

His eyebrows moved slightly upwards. “I love you,” he said quietly. “I love you more than anything in this world... and I –”

You put a finger to his lips and shushed him, knowing what he wanted to say. “I love you too,” you said instead and leaned a little closer, your nose nuzzling against his. “And whatever happened earlier, we will never talk about it again, okay?”

He stared at you. You knew he wanted to protest, but you knew better. This was how you dealt with these things: you never acknowledged them again. That was why you never talked about his uncle's death ever again, not directly at least. You comforted him, were there for him, supported him in his struggles to deal with it, but you never talked about it. And you would never talk about this either. You couldn't. Because admitting to the things that he was capable of only scared you more. And you wanted to love and cherish him and not be afraid of him.

And so you pressed your lips to his and kissed him softly, closing your eyes as you leaned into what mattered most to you at that moment: the comfort of his warm body, his engaging mouth, his soothing touches, him just being there. He kissed you back hesitantly, pulling you a little closer, just holding you.

“Okay,” he whispered against your lips. “But I'm –”

You shushed him once again. “No, it's fine,” you breathed against him, opening your eyes to look at him. “We are fine. Everything is fine.”

He pulled his eyebrows together slightly and you felt his lips trembling against yours. You didn't know if he was as keen in forgetting this as you, but like all those times before, he just followed your lead, he ignored it with you. And just like that you realized that you were just as good at manipulating him as he was at manipulating you.

Be it as it were, you were made for each other. Two messed up souls, desperately trying to hold onto the other in an attempt to not drown in the ever consuming world they found themselves in. A love story made straight in hell. But you always preferred warmer climates anyway.

End notes: Be honest, dear reader, if you were in this situation: would you forgive him? Would you just move on?

To be fair, as our reader is our HL mc, they both went through so much stuff together, I just see it working out for them because of it, if they choose to ignore it like those two did here. Always easier to suppress, definitely not healthy, but easier. And Sebastian is a walking red flag anyway and we are still all here for it, so, yes, I think this is how it would go.

No matter what he did, his lover would always forgive and forget. And you can't convince me otherwise!

I still plan on writing a little revenge piece, he does deserve that too.

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#sebastian sallow #sebastian sallow fluff #fluff #fluff maybe? #hurt and comfort #hogwarts legacy #sebastian sallow oneshot #sebastian sallow x reader #sebastian sallow smut #well it deals with things after the smut #it's implied past smut

[meikadonnelly]

~izzy stradlin~

izzy stradlin x femreader

fluff/angst

| izzy and you have been dating for around 6 months and you come home to your apartment where he stays after being followed and almost touched by a man on the way back from work |

! trigger warning !

stalking / traumatic event / assault

You feel the cool breeze on your face as you walk home from your shift at one of the local bars. You look down at your watch which reads 12:48am and continue walking along the sidewalk towards your apartment. You notice a person walking along the other side of the road going back the other way. It seems to be a man who is wearing a large coat and hat, walking with his hands in his pockets. You continue walking and feel that something isn't right, so you turn around to check if anyone is around. You scan the area and notice a black figure a bit further back. "What the fuck," you mutter to yourself, realizing it's the man from before. You pick up your pace a little, just enough to be discreet. You rang Izzy before leaving so if you took any longer than usual, he would come looking for you. You walk about a block further before looking back and seeing that he's not only still behind you but getting closer. He's quite tall so he can easily walk faster than you. You continue walking and when you can finally see your apartment, you relax slightly, knowing Izzy is staying over. You rummage through your bag to find your key when you feel a hand on your shoulder. You look up and you're only a couple apartments down from your own. "Let go of me!" You yell. The man's hand slides from your shoulder to your wrist. You try to pull away, but the man has a firm grip on you. "Please, I'll give you whatever you want, just please let me go," you say. You hear the man chuckle slightly as you continue to pull, causing you both to stumble closer to your apartment. You drop your purse which makes him look down. "Take it, please, let me go home," you plead once again. He thinks for a moment and then looks back at you, his eyes still shadowy from his hat. You begin to tug your arm away again when you see his eyes look over your head and behind you. You look behind you to see another man with black hair who was standing on your apartment stairs a little bit further down.

"Izzy!" you yell which makes him run over. The man, obviously not intimidated by Izzy, keeps a firm grip on your arm.

"Get the fuck off of her," Izzy says, putting his hands on your shoulders. The man chuckles and shakes his head.

"No, I don't think I will scarecrow," he replies, having a dig at Izzy's figure. Izzy takes a deep breath and, with no warning, lunges forward at the man, knocking him to the ground. "What the fuck are you doing?" The man says.

"I gave you a fucking warning," Izzy replies, swinging his fist into the man's jaw. He stands up and waits for the other man to follow, which he does. "If you don't leave in the next 10 seconds, you'll be knocked out on this sidewalk until daylight, alright?" Izzy says, angrily. He's standing in front of you, blocking you from the man's vision. "Go," he adds on when the man doesn't move however he eventually walks away when he realizes that Izzy is serious.

~~~~~

You both walk into the apartment and Izzy closes the door behind you. He flicks the light on but you don't stop. You drop your purse on the counter and walk straight to the bathroom, where you lean in front of the mirror. You drop your head down and close your eyes as you feel them starting to fill with tears. You sniff a couple of times before hearing a shuffle at the bathroom door which you had left open. You turn and look to see Izzy leaning on the doorframe with his arms folded in front of him. As you make eye contact, you can tell just by his eyes that his heart is breaking seeing you like this. You turn your body to face him and feel the flood gates open as he walks over and embraces you in a tight squeeze.

"You're okay, I'm here," he says, still with a slight bit of anger in his voice. You pull away and he cups your face with both hands, wiping the tears away with his thumb. "I'm so sorry I wasn't there quicker," he finally says quietly. I shake my head.

"It's not your fault Izzy," you reply, grabbing his hands. "You did everything you could have and I'm so happy you did," you say. He leans down and rests his head on yours. After a moment of silence, he pulls his head up from yours.

"Why don't you have a shower and then we can go to bed, hm?" he suggests quietly. You smile and nod, so he walks over to the shower and starts getting it to temperature. You strip off and wait somewhat awkwardly to get in. "It's ready," he says, turning to look at you. He admires you for a second before smiling. "You're so pretty," he says which makes you blush.

"Do you want to join me?" you ask. Izzy raises an eyebrow. "Nothing like that," you chuckle. "I just want some company."

And with that he hops in with you.

#izzy stradlin #izzy stradlin x reader #guns n roses #fan fiction #fluff

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you are the only person in this fandom i trust to talk about nancy so i just need you to know that during my rewatch i noticed nancy says “bullshit” SEVERAL times in season one, then obviously calls steve/their relationships bullshit at the halloween party in season two, then murray refers to the evidence nancy and jonathan bring him as bullshit (to the general public) and i just feel like that is so delicious to me. like i’m over fics where steve has ptsd related to the word bullshit and i need nancy to reclaim it lmfao

me, trying to proofread my fic all night: I have lost all grasp of the english language I can no longer Read

me, seeing an ask about nancy: OKAY SO-

anyways first of all I'm honored you trust me with nancy but I promise there are plenty of us out here who get her! nancy haters are So Loud about telling on themselves (even when they think they're being subtle) but we are here in our little corner of the fandom where we use our critical thinking skills <3

second of all!! AGREED!!!

steve is out here having been assaulted, tortured, drugged, weighed down by the responsibility over children being threatened by a violent white supremacist etc etc that's not even getting into the MONSTER stuff but people are still making up triggers for him so he can be soothed by (insert man of choice here)

you don't need to do that! you don't need to color Nancy in a light that even Steve "go with Jonathan" Harrington would absolutely not just to see him hurting, I PROMISE. I do it ALL THE TIME. Steve can even be actively heartbroken without him seeing Nancy as some unfeeling bitch of a villain like that is. literally canonically true PLEASE.

I might be wrong but the very first thing I remember Nancy calling bullshit was the fact that no one was hearing her when she said something happened to Barb. THAT'S the canonical origin of her using that word, THAT is Nancy's first moment of looking at the world around her and saying "this isn't right, I can't stand for it, and I'm going to do whatever I have to in order to tear down the facade distracting everyone from what actually matters- that my friend is missing."

Nancy calls bullshit when she and Jonathan are trying to infiltrate the Lab; the evidence that Barb isn't just a runaway is deemed bullshit; the relationship between her parents which makes her feel forced into a box is bullshit; these things that hurt Nancy are bullshit.

Let's look at it from that perspective, huh? Because you know what Nancy was feeling the night she called her relationship with Steve bullshit?

She was feeling hurt. She was lashing out at the thing that was hurting her in that moment and that was the fact that Steve was asking her to try and be normal for a night when she didn't know how.

Only yesterday she was visiting her dead best friend's parents and watching them still trying to find her and she just didn't know how.

Bullshit really isn't a lasting trauma in Steve's story, but have we ever thought that maybe it's a tell in Nancy's? A sign of crumbling walls in the girl who keeps trying to stack them all high enough to read as unaffected when all she's ever doing is trying to survive her own grief and responsibility and fear?

Nancy calls bullshit and her vulnerability slips, her search for justice heightens, her reasonable levels of paranoia intensify.

Nancy calls bullshit because at the end of the day she's still just a teenage girl who will never fit into the boxes anyone wants to put her in whether they be small and delicate or tough and badass.

Nancy calls bullshit because they didn't listen to her about Barb, but one of these days she'll make them.

so yeah, anon, we should definitely let her reclaim it. that's her fucking word, babey 💜

#ask #dot post #nancy wheeler #'god forbid women do anything' except it's just about nancy having An Emotion and expressing it #also me whenever someone says I understand nancy: 🥹 #sorry for the ramble anon but she :(((( <3

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Anon because reasons. I've been a transman for over ten years. I never thought I would reach out to a TERF but I'm seeing things in my community that scare me and I literally don't know what to do. The transwomen I follow suddenly started reblogging and making posts about protecting transwomen from rape/pedo allegations but I'm conflicted because I was raped by my uncles when I was little. I feel like I'm going crazy idk why I'm asking you I just feel so dysregulated and distressed. Please don't hurt me or expose me, idk what they would do if they realized I was talking to terfs.

I have no wish or intent to hurt or expose you, so have no fear of that. To be upfront: I am a feminist. I do see sexual assault primarily as a hate crime men commit against women and girls (rape). Women and girls being female humans and men being male ones. But you already knew that. For the purposes of this response, however, I will use gender neutral language where possible.

Honestly, ten years ago I had no idea I'd be where I'm at now. I was considering identifying as agender and was only just starting to become uncomfortable with trans activists. The biggest reason was, even back then, protecting predatory behaviour. Unfortunately, as the years have gone by it's only gotten worse. Maybe it's not something you've come across until now, so I imagine this must be a shock, or maybe the people around you doing it used a lot of weasel words and it hasn't become apparent until now.

Either way it's a terrible thing to realize the people you consider your community just don't think sexual assault is that big a deal, especially when they've said it is, but their actions are showing otherwise.

It's a betrayal to those of us who have been sexually assaulted and don't want that to happen to anyone else ever again. Especially if the person who sexually assaulted you was someone you trusted. What your uncle did to you was already a horrific betrayal. To know someone you respect would say he should be protected from your allegations if x reason (in this case if he identified as trans, but this can happen in other ways; someone I greatly respected called Julian Assange a friend after he raped two women; that sucked and I stopped keeping up with him after that) is a betrayal on top of that.

I was molested by my stepfather and some fucked up shit happened when my biological father showed me off to his friends when I was a toddler. I know that pain well. "Valid" is a word that's certainly been over-used and misused, but right now I'm going to use in the way it was used at the Sexual Assault Crisis Centre I attended: your feelings on this are valid.

Sexual assault is one of the worst things a person can do to someone. Saying that people who do those things should be protected for any reason, that alleged victims should be doubted, that alleged perpetrators should be given the benefit of the doubt is fucked up. You are not in the wrong for feeling uncomfortable and worse about it. That just shows you have your humanity.

Now, I'm not going to tell you what else you should think, but what I will say is: I'm not afraid of the women here knowing I talk to men. Or trans people for that matter. Even if I was reaching out to vent. At most they might question why I chose a man and not a woman, but ultimately it just wouldn't be an issue. It's not that there are no assholes here--there are quite a few--but most of them are easily ignored and those that aren't typically get pushback for being assholes and eventually end up leaving or ostracized.

Do you think that it's healthy, as a literal trans-identified person yourself, for people in a community to be so afraid of one another that they can't let anyone know if they talk to certain people? Now, I'm sure it's not as simple as just dropping people who act this way. I've known people with shitty friend groups. It's hard. It's hard when all of your peers seem to support certain behaviour. I get it. I am in no way expecting that you're suddenly going to drop your community.

But I'm not talking to them. I'm talking to you, the person who reached out to me. From one survivor of familial sexual assault to another: you don't deserve to be treated this way. You don't deserve to have your pain trivialized, even indirectly, for a cause. So even if you can't talk to any of your peers about it (and maybe you can! maybe there are people you know who feel the exact same way), I want you to know in your heart that this is wrong and you're right to feel that it's wrong.

And when you're ready, whatever that looks like, I hope you can get out of this and find a community where you would never be punished for raising concerns about something like this. You would be upheld and loudly supported because that shit just wouldn't fly.

Take care of yourself, anon. I hope you have a good day/evening. I hope your uncle rots and I hope the transwoman you're following becomes a better person. Or falls down a well. Whichever comes first.