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Everyone I know it has been months since I’ve posted anything. I miss writing and would like to come back. However I need to know if returning to this blog will be worth it or if I’m still shadow banned. If I am, I will create a new blog. If not, I’ll resume posting here.

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Thanks!!

[itsafictitiousfic]

Giving it a one more to see if anything comes of this

[itsafictitiousfic]

Everyone I know it has been months since I’ve posted anything. I miss writing and would like to come back. However I need to know if returning to this blog will be worth it or if I’m still shadow banned. If I am, I will create a new blog. If not, I’ll resume posting here.

Please send me a message or reply if you can see this. I’ll reblog this a few times in hopes it gets seen, if it does not. I will proceed with creating a new blog and move all my fics there.

Thanks!!

[wednesdayorwhatever]

Wednesday: Do you know there is a rumor that you are a lesbian?

Weems: A rumor? A RUMOR?! Excuse me but are you telling me people have doubts about that?

[daydream-cement]

hello, first off i just want to say i love your works <3 secondly, could i request a larissa x fem teacher!reader where the reader has to retreive something from larissa's office while she's not present and accidentally opens the wrong drawer and finds handcuffs so discovers that she's into bondage, larissa catches reader in the act lmao and then it can lead to them having fun together. thank you in advance!

Handcuffs (NSFW)

Larisssa Weems x Teacher!Reader

Authors Note: Requested by anon but also written for @smutuniversesblog bc it’s their birthday.

Bottom drawer to the left. Bottom drawer to the left. You kept repeating to yourself, trying to remember which drawer of Principal Weems contained the ledger she needed to look over the costs for the Rave’N. You had been mid meeting when she noticed she left it behind so you were the one to offer getting it for her.

You dash up the stairs, turn the corner, walk a couple hundred more meters and open her office door. Once inside, you totally forgot which drawer needed to be opened to find the ledger. You begin searching each one, but pause when you open the middle right drawer and find a pair of handcuffs inside. Why would Principal Weems need something like this?

“What are you doing?” Principal Weems voice broke the staring match you had been having with the handcuffs. You glance up at her, now wondering what trouble you would be in for going through her entire desk to find the ledger, “Why are you going through my entire desk?”

“I-Uhm-I-Uh-” You didn’t know what to say or how to react to the situation. You just found out that your boss keeps handcuffs in her desk and you have no clue why.

She makes her way over to you as you stand frozen in fear of what you have just done. You remain with one hand on the drawer as she walks to you. Both of your eyes move from the handcuffs back to one another simultaneously. Larissa seems to stand a little taller now, her presence looming over you, “Looks like someone found a toy. Care to see how they work?”

What was she asking? By her sultry tone, you wondered if she was asking for something of the sexual nature. You wouldn’t say no to that. Larissa was always the most beautiful woman in a room in your opinion. Now she was becoming dominant and kinky and it turns out you didn’t mind this either.

You feel yourself nod and she smiles in return, “Turn around.”

You feel yourself do as your told. You wondered if you were even in control of your own body. You hear the handcuffs be lifted from the drawer and her soft hands come to grasp yours. She pulls your left behind your back, the cold metal clicking around your wrist, and then the same for your right. Now you are bonded before her.

“Would you like to see what I make my pets do next?” She asked in a hushed voice, almost a whisper. You hear the drawer shut, and her front is pressed against your back.

“Yes.” You spoke without hesitation.

Larissa smirked to herself and placed a hand on your shoulder, “Get on your knees.”

You lowered yourself to the ground. Larissa came around to the other side of you, pushing her desk chair out and taking a seat in it. There you knelt before your boss. She was sitting tall before you, showing her prowess over you.

“Do you really want to do this, pet? I’ll let you go now if you don’t want to.” Larissa’s voice was less harsh and dominant. Before either of you continue further, Larissa wanted some form of consent.

“Yes, please.” You didn’t look up at her, but you were now looking at her endless legs that lay so close yet so far away.

“Wonderful.” Larissa lifted her hips and bunched her dress up around them. She sat back down and moved her chair closer to you, “Eat up, honey.”

Her pantie clad sex now sat before you. You felt like you were in a dream. Larissa placed one foot on the desk while her other leg comes over your shoulder to draw you in closer. One of her hands comes down to the back of your head while her other fingers pull her panties to the side.

You stick out your tongue and immediately begin licking as soon as you are close enough to taste her. You moved your tongue up and down, sliding from the top where you play with her clit, down to where you tonguefuck her. Larissa lets herself go and moans wildly, giving you feedback as you go, “Aren’t you just the perfect little pussy eater? Oh god… I might have to bring you in here regularly for this… Do you like eating my cunt, honey?”

“Mhm...” You hum in response, not stopping your worshipping of her pussy. Her tone of voice remained so sweet as she spoke to you. You felt the wetness pooling between your legs from the things she said. Her hand on the back of your head pulled you down as her hips ground against your mouth.

“Are you going to be my little slut? I’m sure you would love to have my cock filling you up after this. Handcuffs are just the start of it all, baby.” Her little pet names would be the death of you. She was practically face fucking you with her cunt at this point with the way she bucked and shifted her hips against you. You focused more attention in on her clit to earn more moans of pleasure from her.

Again you hum into her cunt, affirming that you do, in fact, want to be her little slut, “Mhmm…”

“Keep going, honey. I’m almost there.” Your jaw was certainly getting tired, but you had no intention of stopping until she was cumming. Which from her thrashing and moaning, you assumed would be any second now.

You must have moved your tongue against her clit just right. Larissa came as she held you against her cunt, her thighs now squeezed on either side of your head. You moved your tongue lower, hoping to get a sampling of her cum. After a few moments, Larissa grasped you by your hair, pulling your head back so you look up at her. You couldn’t help but groan in pain.

She pressed a kiss to your lips, tasting herself and leaving behind a red lipstick stain. She pulled away, lips inches from yours when she asked, “Would you like me to bend you over my desk and fuck you?”

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Im need of a drink, and a joint after that. Lawd have merthy. So good

[shining-m00nlight]

Jaime: My girlfriend is too tall for me to kiss her on the lips. What should I do?

Cersei: Punch her in the stomach. Then, when she doubles over in pain, kiss her.

Tyrion: Tackle her.

Cat: Get dumped by her, she's to good for you anyway.

Loras: Kick her in the shin.

Brienne: NO TO ALL OF THOSE. JUST ASK ME TO LEAN DOWN.

[the-coldest-goodbye]

Brienne of Tarth: “Quit stealing all the pillows!”

Brienne of Tarth x reader

Requested by @gameofthronesfics​

Prompt B1: “Quit stealing all the pillows!”

Prompt B20: “You’re my new pillow.”

A/N: A classic “oh no, there’s only one bed and we have to share!” scenario. I’m Big Gay for this Big Gal.

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It wasn’t an ideal arrangement. You and Brienne stood in the tiny room of the inn and stared at the single bed as if you were willing it to become bigger.

“You can take the bed,” Brienne declared, breaking the silence, implying that she would bunk down on the floor for the night.

“Don’t be ridiculous,” you scoffed. “That’s almost as bad as sleeping outside.” The last time any of you had slept on a real bed was weeks ago. Most nights, you and your traveling companions Brienne and Podrick rough it, sleeping on thin bed mats outside. The mats felt just as good as sleeping on the cold, hard ground itself, and none of you had gotten a good night’s rest in ages. Tonight it was pissing rain and freezing cold, so Brienne decided your little group would stay at an inn, a well-deserved but rare luxury.

Unfortunately, the inn only had two rooms left, both with single beds. You had all decided that Podrick would get one room while you and Brienne would bunk down in the other. Neither of you had realized just how small the bed would be, though.

“We’ll share it,” you declared, attempting to sound sure of yourself.

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[incorrectsquadroom]

Amanda, listening to her headphones: You are...my fire.

Sonny, quietly, from his desk: My one...desire.

Fin, stirring his coffee: Believe, when I say.

Barba, reading a report: That I want it that way.

Mike, climbing on the desk: TELL ME WHY

Amanda: Ain't nothing but a heartache!

Olivia: *Comes out to see what's going on*

Sonny: Teeeell me why!

Fin: Ain't nothing but a mistake.

Mike: Tell me why!

Barba: I never wanna hear you say.

All:

Olivia, sighing, massaging her temples: That I want it that way.

[lesbian-deadpool]

Y/N and Yelena, singing: Don’t be suspicious, don’t be suspicious.

Natasha, watching from across the way: 

Natasha: Why did I bring them two together?

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Brienne x gender!neutral reader

spoilers: sword name I guess??

A/N: this is my first time writing for Brienne of Tarth, anything relating to GoT, AND an x female character fic, so pls be kind (also it’s based on the show, not the books, so please excuse if any of the details dont quite add up in that sense)

Oathkeeper

The weight in your chest had aged you years in the time you had spent in this party of three. That familiar ache tugged at your heart as you watched her sit on the log opposite you and sigh heavily, Podrick rushing from where he had previously sat beside you on your cloak, sprawled on the ground, to her side.

“You ought to be wearing that rather than sitting on it.” The Lady of Tarth said, her expression one of concern as she glanced between you and the cloak you sat on, while Podrick busied himself with removing the shoulder plates of her armor.

In response, you shrugged, your best attempt at a calm answer betrayed by the bright smile that automatically overtook your face as you looked at her. “I’ve never been one to feel the cold much.”

Brienne smiled back at you and your heart sighed as heavily as she had moments ago, but it had a very different cause. “Why not sit here? There is more than enough space for us all.”

At that, you shook your head. “The only seat available is always for that of a lady, not commoners such as us, right Pod?”

He nodded immediately. “Quite.”

Brienne scoffed, she knew by now that your words were nothing but genuine, not a tease in sight. “Oh, please!”

A giggle, an actual giggle, escaped your mouth. “The Lady of Tarth will always get the best seat in the house, so long as I am available to ensure it!”

Brienne rolled her eyes at you but her smile did not waver, your kindness and sincerity bringing a rosiness to her cheeks.

Longing, that was the ache in your chest. It came to you again later that same evening as you looked through the crackling flames of the fire you had lit, admiring the soft glow it cast on her features opposite you. She was checking her sword, a focussed frown on her face, and you were a million miles away in your daydreams until Podrick nudged your shoulder with his.

“It’s a wonder she hasn't noticed.” He whispered teasingly, a hint of disbelief in his voice.

Your expression fell to one of sadness as you glanced over at her again. “I know.”

“Still not used to seeing you fawn over someone, not since-“

Pod’s words were cut short when you elbowed him harshly in the ribs, causing him to cough out in pain, which caught the attention of Brienne. She looked between you and rolled her eyes.

“If you continue to beat my squire, (Y/N), you will render him useless.” She teased, making you grin. Again.

“I’m afraid my lifelong job has been keeping him in check, m’lady, if I stop now I dont know what mischief he’ll get himself into!” You replied cheekily.

Her eyes lit up with curiosity. “And what mischief was he attempting this evening?”

Somehow, Podrick managed to recover from your wounding far quicker than you had anticipated, as he interjected. “Just bringing up a previous object of (Y/N)’s affections!”

Your eyes widened as you slowly turned to stare at him. If looks could kill, Podrick would have been dead years ago.

“Teasing about such things is cruel, Podrick.” Brienne frowned, then sent a softer smile to you, which stopped you in the middle of your mentally planning for murdering Podrick. “I’m certain that whoever it was should think themselves lucky to have gained your affections.”

It was your turn to scoff. “Perhaps, if they had known.”

Brienne’s eyes grew sad as she recognised that very heartbreak. “Oh, (Y/N), I’m sorry.”

You shook your head. “No, no, it’s alright, really. I was a child and didn’t have the courage to confess.”

Podrick piped up again. “Are you implying things are different now?”

Your eyes very nearly fell out of your skull you opened them so widely. The camp of three grew silent and you swallowed, hard. This was it, either you seized the moment or regretted not doing so and let your best friend win - undoubtedly the worst possible outcome.

“Curse you.” Hissing between your teeth at Pod, you stood up and took the few steps required to stand in front of Brienne, who’s confused gaze never left you. Even sitting down, she was very nearly taller than you.

“Lady Brienne, might I borrow your sword.” You requested, and when her gaze flicked between you and Podrick, you clarified. “I promise not to use it on Pod.”

Satisfied, but still confused, Brienne handed you her sword. The weight of it impacted you far more than you had mentally prepared yourself for, which was only minorly humiliating in the grand scheme of what you were about to do, but you did not miss the small smile that curled at the corner of Brienne’s mouth.

“This is Oathkeeper?” You double checked and Brienne only nodded, which you returned.

Then, taking a deep breath, you lowered yourself to one knee and pushed the sword into the ground, feeling as though it was the only thing holding you up because you could no longer trust your own legs.

“Lady Brienne of Tarth, with this sword I swear an oath of truth to you. Do you accept?”

Blinking rapidly, Brienne nodded. “Yes..?”

This was not a real oath, you knew that as well as Brienne, but it was the sentiment.

Lowering your head, you closed your eyes, knowing you could not form a coherent sentence if you continued to look into her eyes. “Thank you. My first act under this oath of truth is to tell you that ever since we were introduced and you smiled at me because I smacked the back of Pod’s head, a great pain has plagued me, m’lady. It has become a constant companion of mine on this journey with you, one that I have come to know to the extent that I often forget it, until you smile at me or I see you swing your sword, or you talk about quite literally anything at all, but most of all when you laugh, and when I cause it I feel I could challenge giants themselves in battle if it were for you.” You chuckled, but you could not stop. This truth had been withheld for too long. “To defend your honor or in pure adoration of you, most likely a mixture of the two. And under my oath of truth, I must tell you that you are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen.” Finally, you lifted your head and opened your eyes, looking up at her from your place on one knee.

And Lady Brienne of Tarth was the picture of disbelief and wonder. There was a cross between a smile and continual gasp etched into her features, and tears in her eyes as she watched you stand to your feet and hand her sword back. She couldn’t speak, nobody could. The weight of what you had done and said suddenly felt suffocating.

“Forgive me, m’lady, I…need some air.” Your excuse was not only rushed but entirely ridiculous, you were outside, what more air could you possibly have access to? Still, you didnt have the time or the mental capacity to come up with anything better and as soon as the words were uttered, you all but sprinted for the trees.

The sound of your childhood best friend calling your name echoed behind you as you ran, but you were too mortified to turn back. Instead, you kept running, through the trees and into the night. You ran until you were so far from the fire you could hardly see, and then you fell against the closest tree to you, your back sliding down it until you pulled your knees to your chest and shattered. Pieces of you littered the forest floor as your tears and sobs wrecked your already shivering form. What on earth had possessed you? How could you possibly return, knowing that such a weighted truth had been heard by not only your heart’s desire, but your best friend? You were expected to continue journeying with them, to focus on finding the Stark girl and forget that your confession had ever happened. You had created quite possibly the most horrifically awkward situation in existence for yourself and for Brienne, what would she think of you? How would she ever look at you again? Clawing at your hair, you could only cry harder, the guilt you felt for what you had done to Brienne swallowing you whole and spitting you out in a putrid, sodden, freezing mess.

Maybe a minute passed of your cries being the only thing you could hear, and then there was a panic on the forest floor. Rushed footsteps, boots snapping twigs as someone ran, and your sobs halted. Tears blurred your vision as a towering knight ran a few paces ahead of you, sword in hand, the blade and her armor reflecting in the moonlight that spilled through the leafless trees above. Sniffling and hurrying to wipe your eyes, you saw that in her other hand, she held your cloak. The sound of your sniffle made her spin on her heel and when she saw you, she breathed the biggest sigh of relief.

“(Y/N)!” Brienne ran to you, crouching down to wrap your cloak around your trembling form. “By the gods, (Y/N), I thought I’d lost-“ Her words stopped short as she noticed your bottom lip beginning to wobble, even in the dark, she was so focussed on every detail of you.

“Im s-so sorry, m’lady, I should never-“ You started to ramble, but Brienne shook her head.

“Please, do not apologize. Come on, you’ll catch your death out here.” With that, she effortlessly scooped you up into her arms, silencing your sobs as you struggled to process that your palm was pressed against her armored collarbone.

Your mind had run away with itself and you could not think, so much so that you didn’t register the way Brienne’s eyes did not leave your face as she carried you back to the camp.

Podrick seemed to have taken the hint and hidden away in his own tent, because you caught no glimpse of him in your peripheral vision as you stared at the reflection of the flames in Brienne’s armor. She kicked the log she had previously been sitting on slightly closer to the campfire and you knew that, in a less fragile state, you would have probably lost your mind at such a casual display of her strength. Lowering herself to sit on the log, with you still in her arms, Brienne held you to sit up on her lap with a hand against your back as the other reached for a stick to provoke the flames a little higher.

“Is that better?” She asked gently.

You could only nod in response.

Emotionally exhausted, you rested your head against the chest plate of her armor and sniffled. For a few minutes, the two of you sat in a kind of comfortable silence that was only comfortable because you were in Brienne’s presence and trying your best to put off the inevitable.

“If you do not wish to speak of it, I will never ask it of you. I just want you to know that I appreciate it beyond what I can understand. Nobody has ever said such…kind things to me. Thank you.” Brienne broke the silence and chose her words carefully, trying to be as careful as she could while still saying what she needed to. “If you have come to regret it now, I understand.” Insecurity began to overtake her, but you were quick to combat such things.

“I only regret putting you in a situation that could have made you uncomfortable. That is what I am sorry for. The truth of everything I said has not changed and will not change, despite the pain of it all.” You mused, making a light joke of your misfortune.

Brienne wrapped your cloak tighter around you, ensuring you were sufficiently shielded from the cold. “It was a shock, but it was not uncomfortable. I don’t think you are capable of such a thing. I’m sorry for the pain I have caused you.”

You shook your head. “It is my heart, not you, that caused the pain. You dont need to apologize.”

Wrapping her other arm around you absentmindedly to hold you securely on her lap, Brienne looked down to watch you play with your fingers in your own lap. “I never wish to cause you harm, for that I must apologize.”

You couldn’t help chuckling. “Strangely, I wouldnt have it any other way.”

Brienne sat back to read your face, frowning in confusion. “Why?”

Seeing her face, you couldn’t help smiling up at her. “It’s hard to explain unless you feel it.”

She nodded, her frown intensifying as she tried to understand. “Can you try and explain it to me?”

You took a moment to deliberate before you answered. “It’s like…a nervous excitement, I suppose how you must feel before battling someone that you know will be an easy win. And the pain is a dull, tugging ache in the chest that plucks like a guitar string, like when someone compliments you very genuinely and it tugs at your heart, y’know?”

Brienne nodded, starting to understand. Her frown turned to the fire, but she did not say anything.

“What’s on your mind?” You asked, so wishing you could read her thoughts, just this once.

“I had wondered what it meant.” She said, deep in thought.

“If I have to get back on one knee to get you to elaborate on that, you will have to let me go.” You teased, you couldnt help it, and Brienne let out the kind of hearty laugh that made your heart sing.

Her bright smile looked down at you and as you admired her, she spoke. “I dont think I want to.”

You blinked up at her. “Yeah, no, sorry, lost me again.”

Laughing and shaking her head at you, Brienne clarified. “I dont think I want to let go of you, you silly fool!”

Your jaw dropped and you lost the ability to speak. Brienne took this as her time to elaborate further, thank goodness.

“I had wondered what it meant. Ever since we met, I have had a fondness for you that I could not quite place, and when we have encountered enemies my first instinct has been to look for you and ensure your safety, rather than it being the mission at hand. It has become a habit of mine to look forward to the evenings, sitting by a fire with you. The kindness you have shown me is unlike anything I have ever known, you are like no person I have ever known.” Her eyes scanned your face as she spoke, watching you process her words.

“B-But…you’re a Lady, I’m just-“

Brienne cut you off. “I am no lady, and you are just everything I never thought I would be lucky enough to find.”

Silence fell, save for the crackling fire beyond you as you stared into each other’s eyes with soft expressions of a suddenly shared adoration. You saw her gaze flicker from your eyes to your lips, just for a second, and you grinned as Lady Brienne of Tarth swallowed nervously.

“May I?” Her voice was barely above a whisper as she asked you the sweetest question, and the ferocity with which you nodded was enough to make you both laugh again before she slowly leant in.

Your eyes closed first, Brienne treasured that for a fraction of a second, then followed suit. Soft lips met yours in a kiss that was so tender, so careful, but it was far from one sided. You kissed her with the same care, like she, too, was just as precious to you as you were to her, and her heart melted. As she fell into you just a little, your hands lifted from your lap to hold her face, then began running through her hair, causing Brienne to discover a weakness she did not know she had. Neither of you became aware of the change in position until you pulled away from each other to find you were straddling her, reflecting the same awe filled smile at each other.

“So, Pod takes off some of your armor and then I finish the job from now on?” You teased quietly and Brienne gasped, quickly pulling you closer to her to bury her flushed face in your shoulder as you laughed. “Too soon?”

“Quite!” She answered immediately, completely flustered but still laughing with you, in disbelief at how quickly things had changed and already felt normal.

“Does this make you my knight in shining armor?” You asked, your tone no longer teasing but instead excited in the most adorable way. At least,Brienne thought so.

“If that is what you would like.” For the first time, Lady Brienne sounded shy.

“My knight in shining armor, and so much more.” You mused thoughtfully, the strong arms wrapped around your waist squeezing you lovingly in response.

“I think I will have to start believing in one of those gods.” Brienne said quietly and you pulled away slightly to raise an eyebrow up at her. Letting go of your waist with one hand, she tucked your hair behind your ear as she admired you.

“There must be someone, or something that I can thank for the miracle of you.”

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Me, drinking up all the fluffiness of this. Brienne deserves the world

[iamnotoriginalphil]

School Reunion (Larissa Weems x f!Reader)

Synopsis: Larissa needs help, leading to you taking up the role of her girlfriend for a night

Words: 2.8k

Warnings: mentions of alcohol

You hesitated knocking on the door. You’d been stopped on your way to the dining hall by Larissa’s assistant. You’d been told she’d locked herself in her office, cancelled all her appointments and had been heard pacing for the last few hours. It wasn’t hard to figure out something had happened.

The trouble was, it was well known that in these situations you were the only one who was able to calm her down again. You didn’t know if it was your long standing friendship or your presence being calming, but you could usually talk her off the edge of the cliff. This time though, you weren’t quite sure what you’d find. She was usually so much better about not letting it occur during the work day, saving it for after hours when she wasn’t trying to run the school.

Sighing, you knocked. You ignored the muffled shout at you to go away, pressing your hand to the doorknob and concentrating until you heard it click.

Inside the office wasn’t quite the war zone you were expecting. Larissa was halfway between her desk and the door, fury on her face. You ignored her, closing the door with a soft click and locking it again, mostly for her comfort.

“I told you to go away,” she snarled.

“Yes. You were quite forceful about it,” you said.

“Not forceful enough it seems.”

She resumed her pacing and you took a moment to watch her. Even in this state of anger she still managed to make your heart pound double time. You had never told her, but somewhere between being her employee and being her friend, you’d managed to fall for her so completely it was like no one else existed for you.

“Are you going to tell me what’s going on or should I just open the wine?” you asked.

She waved her hand at you and you waited patiently. It wasn’t an answer, and if she wanted something from you she had to say it. Her steps slowed and she sighed.

“It’s our thirty year reunion this weekend,” she said, “and Morticia just RSVP’d that she and Gomez will be attending.”

“You assumed they wouldn’t?” you asked, finally venturing further into the room.

“They haven’t to any before now. Not that I’ve been to any either, but I can hardly miss it now it’s going to be occurring here,” she said, sinking down into one of the chairs in front of the fire. She buried her face in her hands.

“And you don’t want to see her.” It wasn’t a question, but she nodded anyway.

“She has the perfect life. Rich, beautiful, and married after playing with my heart while we were all at school together” You ignored the disappointment and jealousy rearing its ugly head, “I don’t want her to see me still alone.”

“Well, you could always bring a date,” you replied, slipping into the other chair.

She snorted, “right. Sure. Who’d go with me to my school reunion?”

“I would.”

She turned to look at you, eyes widening. You hadn’t meant to say it but now you were going to stick by your guns. You’d love to be her date. You really wanted to be her date.

“We’ll just pretend I’m your girlfriend or wife or whatever,” you said, “they’ll never know. Rub it in their faces that you have someone and you’re happy and successful and killing it.”

“You’d really do that for me?” Hope filled her face and all you wanted to do was agree to anything that would keep that look on her face.

“Of course.”

Which is all to explain how you found yourself standing in the decorated hall, watching Larissa greet some of her old schoolmates. Resplendent in a bright red dress, skin tight, showing off every curve, watching her was making your mouth water and your heart beat double time. Your fingers itched to touch her.

Purely under the guise of being her girlfriend for the night, of course.

You knew the moment Morticia and Gomez entered the room, her entire body stiffening. You turned, plucking up two glasses of wine, wending your way through the crowd.

“And this is truly a show stopping dress,” you heard Morticia say. The smile turned brittle on Larissa’s face.

“I thought it was time for a top up,” you said, sidling up to her side.

She turned, relief flooding her face. You passed over the glass of wine, biting down on your lip when her fingers brushed yours. Shaking it off, you slid your arm around her waist, relaxing as hers came to rest around your shoulders.

“You must be Morticia,” you said, turning to the other woman who’s eyebrows had risen in surprise, “Larissa has told me so much about you.”

“Nothing untrue,” Larissa replied and you looked up at her, knowing every single thing she’d said about Morticia and how little of it had been kind.

“Larissa, I was unaware you had such a captivating paramour,” Morticia said, offering you what you were sure she thought was a winning smile. You could see it, if she’d been your type, but you were more interested in a very specific type of woman.

“Yes, we have kept it rather discreet,” she replied, with a small laugh, “we can hardly act as teenagers and maintain our professionalism.”

“As long as it’s not due to any shame,” Morticia said, also laughing. Larissa’s fingers tightened on your shoulder. You had to bite back a growl at the implication. As if anyone would be ashamed of Larissa.

“I am so glad to hear you’ve found as much happiness as I have with my darling Tish,” Gomez said, stepping forward to join the conversation.

Morticia turned, hand coming to cup his cheek. He gazed up at her with a doting look on his face and she murmured something under her breath to him before their lips met. You looked away, having no wish to witness that.

“So how did you two love birds meet?” Morticia asked once they resurfaced.

“I began working here at Nevermore,” you said, glancing up at the woman in your arms.

“And I was smitten from the first moment,” Larissa said.

“How could anyone turn down this woman?” you asked, knowing full well she’d been turned down by the very woman instigating the conversation, “she is nothing less than incredible.”

She turned to look down at you, eyes widening a touch in surprise. You smiled up at her, shuffling just a little closer to nudge her. Her answering smile could light up the room.

“It is so nice to see it finally working out for you, Larissa,” Morticia said, interrupting the moment.

You both turned to look at her in tandem. You pressed yourself against her side, not bothering with propriety, just wanting the barbed digs from her ex to stop. She didn’t deserve to be talked to that way. Her hand on your shoulder tightened, almost painfully.

“I suppose it just took until finding the right person,” she replied, “it’s made everything else worth going through to find her.”

“I wouldn’t want anyone else,” you said, the words nothing but truth.

The way she looked at you, you were worried she’d heard the truth ringing in them. You bit down on your lower lip, her eyes flicking down to it. Heat coursed through your veins. It was all beginning to feel a little too real.

“Truly a real life miracle for you, Larissa,” Morticia interrupted before you could expose yourself any more than you already had.

Something in Larissa’s face tightened as she turned back to her old friend. She opened her mouth just as the song changed.

“Oh I love this song,” you said brightly, as if the whole conversation hadn’t been full of landmines, “may I have this dance, sweetheart?”

She plucked the wine glass from your hand.

“Would you mind?” she said, passing them over to Morticia without waiting for an answer.

She threaded her fingers through yours, tugging you onto the dance floor. You slipped your arms around her neck, grinning as her hands settled on your waist, a touch unsure.

“You’re doing amazing,” you murmured, just loud enough to hear you over the music.

“Really?” You hated how unsure she sounded.

“You’ve got this,” you said, “and I’m right here with you through it all.”

“What did I do to deserve you?” There was so much wonder in her face. Your heart skipped a beat and for a moment you forgot it was all fake.

You swayed to the music, focusing at something over your shoulder if only to keep from getting lost in her eyes. You just had to get through the weekend without your heart getting too entangled. Her hands slid down to your hips, tugging you half a step closer.

“What are you thinking about?”

She was still looking at you as if she wanted to unpack every little thing about you. You shook your head.

“Nothing,” you replied.

“I lost you there for a moment.”

“I was caught up thinking about how wonderful spending this time with you is,” you said, smiling at her, hoping she wouldn’t read how many feelings were behind it.

“Careful, I’ll grow used to hearing these things from you and then you’ll never be rid of me,” she said, smiling too.

“I hope I am never rid of you.”

Her eyes sparkled and something shifted in her face. Your thumb brushed against her pulse point and her eyelids fluttered closed. She seemed to tense under your touch. You drew your hands back.

“Sorry,” you said, not able to look at her.

“No, it’s okay,” she said, grip on your hips tightening, “it’s all part of the ruse, right?”

“Of course.” Your heart dropped.

You placed your hands back on her shoulders, swaying in time with the music, but the bubble was broken. Of course she was just playing the part of doting girlfriend, any truth was coming all from your side. Someone as amazing as her deserved so much better than you.

“Do you want another drink?” she asked.

“God, yes,” you sighed, “please.”

Her hand was warm in yours as she led you off the dance floor. You rested your head against her shoulder as she got you a cup of the punch. She turned, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear after passing you the cool glass. She lent towards you, breath ghosting over your skin. You shivered as her lips brushed against the shell of your ear.

“Morticia seems to be furious,” she whispered, “who knew you were such an accomplished actress?”

You turned your head, nose brushing against her cheek. You were so close you could kiss her. You wanted to. The desperation must have been showing on your face. She pressed a lingering kiss to your cheek, so close to the corner of your mouth. You took a shaky breath in you were sure she must have heard it.

“She keeps looking over at us,” she murmured as she drew back.

“I’m glad we’re putting no a good show then,” you replied, almost keeping your voice steady.

She quirked an eyebrow at you but you didn’t have an answer for her. Instead you took a drink from your glass, a small dribble coming out the corner of your mouth. She chuckled, thumb swiping away the wetness along your lips.

You didn’t think, nipping at the pad of her thumb. A pretty blush bloomed over her cheeks and her eyes darkened. Your eyes widened and your breath stilled. The way she was looking at you made you tremble. You felt heat bloom low in your stomach.

“You love birds look as if you’re in need of some privacy.”

You jerked away from Larissa, heart hammering in your chest. You couldn’t bare to look at either her or Morticia as you tried to wrestle your control back. It wasn’t happening.

“I know you’re concerned about students but there are no students here,” Morticia continued when it became clear she wasn’t going to get an answer, “surely you can give your love a kiss instead of forcing her to wait.”

“Some of us have more self discipline than others, Morticia,” Larissa replied, a hand slipping around your waist, resting on the swell of your hip, “our relationship is not on display for everyone.”

“Just one little kiss,” Morticia wheedled, “unless perhaps you’ve been overstating your relationship.”

It was a goading attack but you knew the moment Larissa made her mind up. Stiffening beside you, you turned to tell off Morticia. A warm hand cupped your cheek, turning you further towards Larissa.

You froze under the brush of her lips. She kissed you harder and you couldn’t do anything but wait for it to be done. Once she drew back your heart began hammering again.

“I’m sorry, I have to…”

You couldn’t look at them, unable to form a proper excuse before you turned on your heels and strode out of the room. You didn’t know where you were going, only knowing you needed some space from the woman you could still taste on your lips.

The night air hit you like a truck as you emerged in the quad. You took a shuddering breath in, stopping, wrapping your arms around yourself. Tears gathered in your eyes and all you could do was curse yourself for agreeing to this, knowing it would ruin your heart.

The air changed and you knew someone was behind you. Larissa said your name, achingly apologetic. You shook your head, refusing to turn around.

“I’m so sorry,” she said, “we never discussed if that was okay and I overstepped. I lose all control when it comes to her. It’s like I see red. I’m so sorry for allowing you to end up on the receiving end of that.”

“It’s okay,” you said, hating how choked up you sounded.

“Clearly it’s not.

“It’s not important,” you said, “I’m sorry if I ruined it with Morticia.”

“I don’t care about that.”

Strong hands landed on your shoulders, turning you to look at her. Fingers on your chin lifted your face until you were looking at her and it was like your chest broke open at the expression on her face. Her thumb brushed over your cheek, wiping away the tears.

“I care about you being okay.”

“I’ll be fine,” you replied, “you should go back in. Give my apologies. I didn’t mean to ruin your night.”

“You haven’t ruined anything,” she said, “please tell me what’s wrong. Please.”

“I shouldn’t have said suggested this. I wanted to help you out so desperately but I knew it was a bad idea,” you said.

“It was a wonderful idea, darling,” she replied, cutting you off before you could continue.

“Not for me. I just…” You squeezed your eyes closed, “Larissa, I have feelings for you and I know you don’t feel the same but pretending with you is killing me. I can’t do it. I’m sorry.”

“Who said I don’t feel the same?”

Your eyes snapped open. She was looking down at you, still worried but there was a smile curling the corner of her mouth.

“What?”

“Darling, I’m hardly going to agree to pose as a couple with someone I didn’t have feelings for. I thought you were the one pretending for my sake,” she replied.

“I don’t…” You couldn’t wrap your mind around what she was saying.

“You’re my entire world, darling. And I’d really like to kiss you for real now.”

You didn’t give her the chance. You pulled her down into a bruising kiss, laughing and crying and unable to stop. She was kissing you back, her tongue stroking along your bottom lip until you gasped and it swept into your mouth. You were clutching at her and everything was so intense it was making your entire mind blank.

“See, cara mia, I told you they were okay.”

You broke away, peeking over her shoulder. Gomez and Morticia were standing in the doorway, watching the two of you. Morticia’s lips were pressed together and her hand appeared to be gripping Gomez’s arm tightly. He, however, was smiling.

“I think Morticia was right,” you said. Larissa turned to look at you sharply, “I think we do need some privacy.”

Her face broke into a bright smile, her thumb brushing away the last of your tears. You hummed, slipping your hand into hers and dragging her past the Addams couple with a bright smile and a murmured goodnight.

The mingled anger and jealousy on Morticia’s face was just the cherry on top of the cake.

[itsafictitiousfic]

That was cute af

[wednesdayorwhatever]

Weems: Do you ever want to talk about your emotions, Miss Addams?

Wednesday: no

Enid: I do!

Weems: I know, Miss Sinclair.

Enid: I’m sad.

Weems: I know, Miss Sinclair.

[deanskitchen]

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[sarabat85]

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[wickedleeyy]

In my head, we belong, and I can't be without you || Larissa Weems X Reader

Warnings: Mentions of NSFW

You stared frustratedly at your phone, swiping endlessly as you tried to rip your attention from the clicking of your girlfriend's keyboard.

You had been waiting for over an hour for your girlfriend to pay attention to you, she had been starving you of attention lately, and you've been absolutely hating it.

An audible, frustrated huff left your mouth, shuffling your chair closer to the woman in front of you, she doesn't seem to notice though, and continues to write her replies to the various emails sent to her.

You once again turn your eyes to your phone, slumping back on your chair, you weren't even paying attention to the screen at this point, ears attentively waiting for a noise of movement from Larissa.

After another few moments of listening and waiting, your brain snapped, you made your way towards the back of her chair before your arms wrapped around her.

"Rissa if you don't pay attention to me now I will literally shrivel up and die." 

She chuckled, her manicured nails tapping rhythmically on the table. She swiveled her seat to your direction, a devilish smirk plastered on her face.

"You're the most dramatic person i've ever known." she joked.

"Fuck you." you replied back.

"Later," she told you, "Maybe now my dramatic darling can settle for sitting on my lap?" she suggested.

Your face turns red, she smiles wider, a wide feral grin, before her hand pats on her legs, her other gripping firmly on the armrest.

You gulp nervously shuffling your way on her leg, she smiles, her hand previously on her leg, was now stroking your head, she then turned around, continuing on with her work.

You cuddle into her form, hands wrapped around her shoulders, she had a large built which was in contrast to your rather petite form, you lived it though, how her body would envelop you during hugs, or when cuddling in bed, she felt very warm too, like a slightly heated cup of coffee.

Your head buried into her neck, giving her featherlight kisses, you failed to notice her demeanor as she gulped nervously, clearly flustered by how affectionate you were being.

She's one-hundred percent sure your acts are innocent, though it's tempting her primal instinct to ravish you completely right on her desk.

"Y-Y/N..." she manages to stammer out, but you pull her in for a kiss, she's shocked, but when she starts to feel your tongue begging for entrance, she starts to doubt if your acts were anything but sinless.

Your hands found their way into her hair, ruffling and scratching at her scalp as you claimed her mouth, her legs twitch with anticipation, before she released a moan.

It's now your turn to smirk, mouth trailing kisses toward her ear, you ghost over it with the slightest caress of your lips, before whispering,

"As much as you have to do these papers, wouldn't you rather do me instead?"

You heard her gulp, her nails clawed along the wood table, you felt her jaw tense, you looked up at her, seeing her blown pupils.

You feel proud, proud to see how desperate you've made her, you Ms. Weems, the calm and collected, the prim and the proper, reduced to a needy mess.

You got off her, moving away from the desk, but before you could even make your way to the door. she had pulled you back onto her lap.

Her hand snaked onto your waist, securing you face to face with her stern stare. You felt scared, yet utterly turned on.

"My darling is misbehaving," she growled.

"Time to put you back in your place."

[itsafictitiousfic]

Lort have mercy. That’s hot

[itsafictitiousfic]

Asgardian Heist: The night we met

Cate Blanchett characters masterlist Pt1 Pt2 Pt3 Pt4 Pt5 Pt6 Pt7 Pt8 Pt9 Pt10 Length: Long Warnings: Sadness A/N: Title inspired by Lord Huron’s song ‘The night we met’ *I never proofread. Ignore mistakes ------------- Second floor of Compound "Why did you let her go?" Tammy asks Through tears Lou answers "She belongs on Asgard. Plus, I'm no match for Hela and her love for Astrid" "Love for Astrid?" Lou nods "Yes. The way Hela looked hurt after Astrid said she loved me? I knew right there that Hela is in love with her. Hela can give Astrid what I can't; a long life together. Plus, Asgard is their home" Tammy scoffs "This could have been home if you wouldn't have taken her choice away. " Lou turns to Tammy "What good would her choosing to be here, be?. She gives up her home to spend the rest of my life together, and then when I die she's forced to live thousands of years without me? Without her home, or friends?. It's not fair to ask her to do that" Tammy stands her ground "Maybe, but maybe you were enough for her to risk it all." Tammy steps away. Once she's out of earshot, Debbie turns to Lou. "You know I'm going to be here for you no matter what, and that means telling you the truth. You are stupid for letting Astrid go. She is the kind of person you make your forever with. Many of us will spend our lives searching for it, and you willingly gave it up." Lou sighs "You heard what I told Tam's. I could never be at peace if I knew that the person I love the most, will have to live a long life with the pain of losing someone. It's not right" Debbie nods "Well now we will never know, will we?" ---- Asgard As soon as we landed, Hela began to give me my orders "Get yourself out of that costume, and into Asgardian clothing. I will see you in the morning for training" "Yes your Majesty" I manage to utter through my sobs Thanking Heimdall, I walk off. Hela watches me for a moment before turning to Heimdall. "Did you know about the Midgardian?" She asks "I did" "Why didn't you tell me about her?" He answers "She is of no threat to Asgard, or it's ruler. I also felt that this news would be better coming from Astrid, not me." Hela nods "I understand. I know it may be much to ask, but keep an eye out on that Midgardian and inform me if any danger or threat comes to her." "Yes your Majesty" --------- ASGARD My first night home was rough. Brunhilde attempted to talk to me once she saw me, but I stopped her. I told her that I had no anger towards her, I just didn't want to talk to anyone right now. Respecting my wishes, she let me be. Locking myself in my bedroom, I sat on my bed, weeping uncontrollably. Reaching into the breastplate of the costume I was still in, I pull out a photo of myself and Lou. The photo is a candid Carol took; Lou and I are both seated on one of the theatre couches. Lou is smiling directly at the camera, I'm looking at Lou with adoration and awe in my eyes. Our hands are intertwined together, bodies pressed together. Carol captured us as we always are; Lou happy, and me completely in love. "Why didn't you ask me to stay?" I sob looking at Lou Laying back on the bed, I sob until I empty the well of tears. I pathetically whimper and sigh until sleep reluctantly comes for me. ------ The first week was exhausting. I hardly slept at night because I would see Lou's face over and over in my dreams. My exhaustion caused me to lose my appetite, I hardly if ever ate. I ignored everyone but the Royals. Thor, and Odin did not bother with me. Loki offered to listen if I ever wanted to vent. Frigga knew I was deeply hurting, and in need of space, so she let me be. Hela was the only one I directly interacted with, and that was because I had to. Hela brushed off my pain, reminding me that I had to learn to work through it. To prove her point, she would push me to the edge with her taunts and reminders of Lou. I would seethe with anger, fighting fruitlessly against the Goddess who found all my weak spots and would take me out. "Learn to use that pain to make you a better Valkyrie! How can I trust you in a battle if you're letting mere words break you!? Get up and do it again!" She'd shout after she had me knocked down the ground for the millionth time Getting back up on my feet, I would charge at her. Each time, she'd dodge my attempts. Again, she'd reprimand me for how terrible I was being. The cycle would repeat over and over until she would call it a day with me. She'd dismiss me with words of insult, and that I better get my shit together tomorrow. Tomorrow would come, and I would still be failing. Hela began to grow tired and frustrated with me. "If you continue this, I will dismiss you from your duties as my Valkyrie!" I snap "Then do it!" Hela is taken aback by my outburst. For the entire week, I have been quietly taking her physical and verbal abuse. Now, I'm saying something. "Apologies" I immediately say, my eyes going down to my feet Hela circles me "It's good to see some fire in you again. That's the Valkyrie I grew to love" Hearing her say 'Love' broke me all over again. My tears break free. I look up at her "Stop. Just stop. I can take your taunts, your insults, and your beatings. Just don't tell me you love any part of me, please?" Hela softens "Fine. Take the week off for your mental health. I'll have Brunhilde cover for you" "I don't want idle time to let my mind wander and think" Hela smirks "Well not being idle isn't helping either. You look like utter shit. You're gaunt, skin is sallow, and you look like you're about to die. Take the week off, it's an order" I exhale knowing there is nothing I can do "When does this demand start?" Hela is not up for my smartass remarks "Now. Go and get Brunhilde" Curtsying, I leave Hela. Hela watches me go. A part of her feels bad that I am looking and feeling the way I am. The other part of her is just happy to have me home. -------- Another week came and went. I looked worse than I did last week. I was losing too much weight, my dark circles were very obvious, hair falling out, skin went from sallow to a sickly gray tone. I dragged myself around, barely knowing where I was or who was around. Whispers circulated around, wondering what happened that I looked so rough. Of course, no one dared whisper this out loud when a Royal, or Brunhilde was around. They would quickly put an end to the gossip. --- On my way over to Hela's, I was stopped by Frigga who felt she could no longer give me "space". "Come with me" She tells me as she takes my hand. I put up no resistance. I follow as she leads me through corridors and various doors. We eventually come upon a very quiet and empty part of the Palace. Taking me down a corridor, we come upon a big ornate red door. Frigga opens the door, she enters with me following. Once inside, I let my eyes look at a room I have never seen before. The room is quite large, with it's own mini library, a balcony that overlooks the waters of Asgard, and a bed where I assume she naps on. Sitting me on the edge of the neatly made bed, she squats to be able to see my face. "How much does it hurt to think about her?" I bring up my very tired empty eyes to hers "It's a constant. If I sleep, I see her. I wake and I know she's not here. I look at Hela, and I see her. They're one in the same person, except one is blonde, and the other raven haired. Their voices, eyes, face, body. Everything, they're the same. It's hard knowing that Lou is just a portal away, and I can't go. I want to forget I ever knew her" Frigga nods "Do you really want to forget her?" I bring out the photo of Lou and I. I hand it to Frigga, who goes wide eyed looking at Hela's carbon copy. "You said they were identical. I did not think it was this identical.-" Frigga looks at me "-Do you want to forget her?" I shake my head "No, but it hurts to remember her. It hurts knowing I will never see her again." Frigga gets up to sit next to me. She takes my hands in hers "I can help you forget her if you want. All memories will be present, except the ones that had to do with her. Do you want that?" My heart shatters knowing I could live the rest of my life never remembering she was once a big part of mine. "I don't want to forget her, but I will so I can move on" Frigga nods "Very well. I have to let Hela know. That way she knows your whereabouts, and what is about to happen. Stay here." Frigga leaves me. I take the photo of myself and Lou. I sob looking at it. I'm no longer crying over heartbreak, now it's over mourning over what was and what could have been. I replay the day I met Lou, and how we instantly connected. I think of the bracelet I bought her. The Korean food that ties me to her. Befriending our friends, spending time with them. Smiling, laughing, arguing, talking about the tomorrow's. I replay the first kiss that made me like the feeling of falling in love, but also terrified me. I remember our first night sleeping together without having sex. The first time we did have sex. I remember her birthday, and how fun it was. I reminisce the smell of her hair, the touch of her hands on my skin, the warmth of her body, and the tenderness of her blue's. ------------ Hela's quarters "Frigga, what brings you here?" Hela asks coming in from her training grounds where she was waiting for me "Dismiss your ladies. I need to talk to you in privacy" Hela looks at her ladies, waving them off. The ladies curtsy, leaving them be. Once they're gone, Hela and Frigga look at one another. "What is it?" Hela asks "We both know that Astrid has not been doing well since her return from Midgard. I offered to erase her memory of Lou. She agreed" Hela is taken aback. She was unaware I was this hurt over Lou. "She's choosing to forget her?" Frigga raises a brow "You sound surprised" "I thought she'd get over it in time. I-" She pauses a moment "-I don't feel it's right that Astrid will forget Lou, and Lou will remain on Midgard wondering what happened or if she'll ever see someone who no longer remembers she exists." Frigga is surprised "I don't understand you Hela. You took her away from Midgard because of Lou, and now you're upset that she's willing to forget her in order to move on?. If it's that upsetting, then give Astrid the choice to return to her if she wants." Hela shakes her head "No. Astrid is bound to Asgard and to me. I won't let her return" Frigga becomes upset with Hela's selfishness "Astrid is a person with feelings and desires. You may be the ruler of Asgard, but you do not directly own Asgardian's and their autonomy. She is not a toy for you to play with as you see fit. If you refuse to love her yourself, then let her be with someone who does!" Hela is surprised that Frigga called her out on her shit. She stumbles over her words "I don't love her" Frigga scoffs "Do not lie to me, Hela. You've been in love with Astrid for centuries, it just took someone else to love her for you to realize that you love her too. Either let her forget Lou, and allow her to fall in love with you and you willingly love her back, or let her go back to Lou. You cannot keep her here broken hearted while you do nothing but taunt her over the loss you caused." Hela would be offended if it were not true. She stays quiet a moment allowing her decision to settle in her mind. "Let her forget." Frigga nods "Come with me. I will need your help moving her somewhere where she can slumber while the magic clears her memory" ------ Frigga's hidden spot. Sitting at one of the bay windows, I look towards the Rainbow Bridge. My mind is not seeing anything but the memories of Lou that I keep replaying over and over. "Will I ever be able to see Asgard?" Lou asks "No, but I will find a way to get you photos of my home. It's beautiful, you'll love it" Lou's voice trails off. I turn around after I heard footsteps approaching. Hela, and Frigga approach. I stand up, curtsying both. "Save your formalities, Astrid" Frigga grumbles Nodding, I let my eyes go down to the vial in Frigga's hand. Within is a clear liquid that has a soft white-ish blue glow to it. "Is that it? The magic that will erase Lou from my mind?" Frigga brings up the vial "It is. It already has the spell cast in it. All you have to do is ask to forget Lou and everything that came with her. Drink it, and you will sleep for two days. Once you wake, you won't remember her or anything that involved her." Frigga extends her hand with the vial. I take it. I look at the vial knowing that this is it. I can either take it and forget her, or live with the pain of knowing she exists, and I can't do anything to be with her. Turning my attention to Hela, I hand her the photo of myself and Lou. She takes it, looking at the photo of me looking at Lou with nothing but love in my eyes. It stings her to see me be genuinely happy, and that this is one of the many memories I am about to lose. Softly, I say "Can you or Brunhilde please get in touch with Natasha after this?. I want her to know that I have suffered memory loss, and it has caused me to forget Lou. You can tell Nat the truth, but she's smart enough to know that I willingly let this happen. I want Lou to move on. I don't want her to spend her life waiting on someone that is not coming back to her. Please?. You can do what you wish with the photo." Hela nods "Astri-" Hela stops after I quickly open the vial, drinking the liquid within. I whimper knowing what will come to be. I grow dizzy. "I feel-" I say before everything goes black. With quick reactions, Hela grabs me before I hit the ground. Frigga instructs Hela "Lay her somewhere where she will be safe. Once she wakes, do not question what she remembers. Just let it be." "Thank you for helping her Frigga" "I didn't do this for you. I did it for her. Now you must make the choice on what you will do once she wakes. Whatever it is, see it through" Hela nods. With me in her arms, she leaves the room. ----- Midgard The day after I took the vial of magic, Hela had Brunhilde get in contact with Nat. Brunhilde told Nat the truth over what I chose to do. Nat grew angry towards Hela, and the hurt she caused from taking me away from Lou. "With all due respect to your King, what she did is unfair and cruel. Astrid should have been given a choice to make. Not have one chosen for her." Brunhilde says nothing. She won't speak against Hela, even if she agrees. Nat knows this, and won't push Brunhilde to say more than what she was ordered to say. "I'll talk to Lou, and give her a kind lie over what happened. Thank you for getting in contact." "Of course. It was good to see you Nat" Nat smiles "It was good to see you too, Brunhilde. Take care" Brunhilde nods, then cuts the connection to Midgard. Brunhilde looks to her side where Hela is standing. "How much does the Black Widow care about Astrid?" Hela asks Brunhilde answers "A lot. Natasha was one of the first Avengers that welcomed Astrid, and Thor when they arrived on Midgard. She, and Natasha got along right away. They've grown incredibly close over their time spent together" "How vengeful, and dangerous is she?" "With reason? Very. Natasha won't seek revenge over what Astrid chose to do. She'll respect it even if she disagrees." Hela nods. She's happy to know she won't have to deal with an Avenger who may jeopardize the alliance between Asgard and Midgard. ----- Midgard. Lou's Loft Since the day I left Midgard, Lou has not been the same. Like me, Lou moved around out of necessity, not desire. She worked long hours to keep busy. She hardly slept at night because she'd be outside looking up at the sky waiting for the Bifrost to open with promise of my return. Each night that passed without me returning, was another crack in her heart. Everyone tried to get Lou to move on, but she was refusing. In her heart she believed I would return, somehow. Today was no different. She had just returned from work, and was readying to go outside to stare at the sky, when Natasha pulled up in her car. Lou watched as Natasha stepped out of her car, then approached her. "Hi Nat" Lou greets in a soft voice Nat looks at Lou and her broken state. Lou's vibrant blues are now dulled and framed in dark circles. Her face is gaunt and lackluster. Her shiny blonde hair looks like dried straw that hangs limply around her face. Her fingers are void of rings because they no longer fit thanks to all the weight she's been losing. Her wrist does have the bracelet you bought her. She never takes that piece off. "I need to talk to you" Lou motions for Nat to follow her inside. Carol, and Debbie are present, they're both inside chatting. "Natasha, what brings you here?" Debbie asks seeing Natasha enter with Lou Nat is relieved to know that Lou won't be alone when she gives her the news. "I'm here to talk to Lou" "Do you want us to let you two be?" Carol asks Nat, taking a seat on one of the couches, nods her head "No. Stay, please" The seriousness of Nat's face and tone, sets a worry over the women. Lou, who took a seat next to Debbie, turns her eyes to Nat. "It's about Astrid, isn't it?" Lou asks Nat answers her "Yes-" She pauses a moment gathering the right words to say "-Astrid suffered an accident during a training session. She has memory loss because of it" "How bad is it?" Carol asks growing worried Nat turns to her "Bad. She can't remember anything that happened in the last year-" She looks at Lou "-She has no recollection of this last visit to Earth, or you. I'm sorry" Lou begins to cry. All the hope she had of my return, has now died. The dreams, and desires she had with me will no longer be. "I should have told her to stay" Lou sobs Debbie wraps her arms around Lou to comfort her. Lou moves her hands away, she does not want to be babied right now. Looking at Nat, Lou asks "Does Tony have anything that can wipe my memory of her?" Silence falls on all of them for a moment. "You want to forget her?" Debbie asks "No, but why should I have to live with the loss of her when she does not even remember she knew me?. If I have been erased from her memories, then I want her erased from mine" Nat, Debbie, and Carol look at one another. They understand Lou, but they're unsure if this rash decision is the right one to make. What if I gain my memory, come searching for Lou, only to find out she forgot me?. What if I don't regain my memory, and Lou chooses to remember me? It would be unfair for her to remain in heartbreak while I go on like nothing happened. After a tense silence, Nat speaks up. "Wanda, or Strange have magic that can erase certain memories. I can take you to whichever of them is willing to help" Lou nods "Take me to either right now, please?"

[lyresandlasers]

list of favorite things as a fanfic author:

When someone is really freaking mad at me for inducing an emotional response from them

when readers give me a background of how/when they read my writing

when readers give me a background of why they shouldn’t have been reading my writing (usually while at work)

when readers quote my work back to me in comments

the frickin’ real heroes here, the ones who comment on every chapter of an ongoing multi-chapter fic

[heathenvampires]

all of this, but also

incoherent screeching

fanart

people who wanna talk in depth about a fic I’m writing

[thesoundofmadness]

Ok some more bullshit for twitter refugees who need to learn the Tumblr Etiquettetm

Change your blog icon. Do not leave it as Tumblr default bc you will be seen as bots. Also helps if you change your URL to something fandom related/unhinged. urls like sarah-x-lynn will cause people to think you are a bot and block you

There's no algorithm. Whatever pops up on your dash is yours to deal with. Unfollow/block people as you please.

Again, there's no algorithm. The content on this site is user-circulated. Abuse the reblog button.

Abuse the tags. If there's something you wanna say on a post but don't want to intrude, use the tags.

Follower numbers don't matter here

There's no character limit on posts or in blog descriptions. You can post the bee movie script 50 times if you want. Go ham

This isn't twitter or tik tok or whatever. There's no need to censor yourself. Outright admit you want to kill a us senator, no one will judge you.

If you're gonna trigger tag something, don't censor it. Don't use like #r/pe tw use #rape tw

Lastly, don't be a dick to people. Abuse the block button for all it's worth.