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Nightmares LokixChild!Reader Loki was flipping through books in Asgard’s library when a steady wailing reached his ears. He recognized it immediately. (Name). Loki swore he had never run so fast in his whole life as he did to reach your chambers. When Loki burst into your room, he found several female servants attempting to comfort you. At the sight of Loki, you let out an extra loud wail. Without hesitation, Loki strode over to you and swept you up. The servants left after a silent order from Loki. Loki shushed you and gently kissed your little tear stained cheeks. “A-Ada,” you sniffled, wiggling as close to your fath

   "Double, double, I'm in trouble," Sylvester muttered to himself. He did not remember how he had managed to climb up here, but the truth was that he was clinging to a tree branch, holding on it with both arms and legs and not knowing what to do next. Perhaps he had got so scared or so determined to escape that it all had worked before he could've understood that.   "Hahaha! Hahaha! Look out world, the bag of nuts is going to flop any minute!"   Sylvester knew this voice. And he knew that there were two who shared it.   "You're not Patrick! You're Ramon!" he shouted, attempting to sound threatening and wishing it hadn't been such squeak.

“Come on Dan! We’re going to be late!” You said as you dragged your friend through the street. “__y/n__, we’ve had tickets for weeks, we’ll be fine.” Dan said as you continued pulling him along. “I still want good seats.” You grumbled as Dan forced you to turn around. “__y/n__, calm down. Take deep breaths. We’ll get there on time and we’ll get good seats. Stop worrying and just relax for a minute.” You sighed, but closed your eyes and started taking deep breaths. They were working pretty well until you felt something warm and soft against your lips. Your eyes f

The ceiling is gray and lifeless and you hate it. You hate everything about this stupid Hellicarrier, except for maybe the tech, though some days you hated that too. You had had your reservations about joining SHEILD when they approached you after high school; you had wanted to go to college, to have a life of your own, but they hadn’t really given you much of a choice. It was- become an agent of SHEILD- or -get locked up in a government lab and become a test subject for the rest of your life. Obviously, you chose the option that didn’t involve you becoming a human pincushion. As jobs went it wasn’t bad- it paid well enou

*10 years ago (places reader at about 7 or 8)* I walked over to my neighbor's house, blood dripping down my chin. I shakily bring my hand up and knock on the door. After a few moments, the door opens and I see Spencer's frame fill the doorway. "(M/N)!?!? What happened to you?" He took my wrist lightly and pulled me inside. I took my too-big t-shirt and wiped a tear from my face, my voice shake-y. "Y-you know h-how you said t-to tell y-you if a-anything w-was wrong? A-anything h-h-happened?" I sniffle, using the cuff of my sleeve to wipe my nose. "Yes, I do. What happened? Are you okay?" "C-can I s-stay here tonight? I d-don't feel safe at h-

The case was finally finished. After a grueling week and a half, the Unsub had been caught and you and the members of the Behavioral Analysis Unit were flying back to DC from Miami, FL. You were the newest member of the BAU and still finding your place within the team. Everyone seemed to accept you and that made you happy. You were relaxing on the jet with your iPod, oblivious to anything or anyone around you. One of your favorite rock songs started and you began pretending to play the drums and lip-sync the lyrics, not knowing that you were being watched. Dr. Spencer Reid took a break from his reading and looked up to see you playing air d