#Fic: A Team Effort

[total-drama-brainrot]

TD World Tour AU, where Noah doesn't tell Owen that Alejandro is an eel in London... In Area 51, Noah is accidentally splashed with an alien truth potion (which wears off after a few days) and he talks to Owen... Owen asks Noah what he truly thinks about Alejandro, and Truth-Potion Affected Noah says this: "I have mixed feelings for Alejandro. He's a brilliant, interesting guy and I like him, but I don't trust him. He's like a slippery eel dipped in grease, swimming in motor oil. Basically, Heather with social skills. Wait a minute, why am I telling you this?!"... What if Alejandro secretly heard Noah call him all those conflicting things + Alejandro also learns that Noah is affected with an alien truth potion? 👽

Alright, you got me. I'm an absolute sucker for truth potion plots, especially when the character(s) effected by them are usually either pathological liars or incredibly secretive- of which Noah absolutely falls into the second category, given he shares so little personal information.

I'll gloss over why Noah declined to shit-talk Alejandro in London (though there's so many ways this change in behaviour could be justified) since the focal point of this hypothetical centred around their time in Nevada, so let's start from the beginning of the Area 51 challenge.

Area 51:

Before we start, it'll have to be established that no one was eliminated in London. Let's say that the majority vote went towards Duncan (team CIRRRRH voted him out immediately because they found his re-admission to the competition unfair, I guess. I imagine he'd also vote himself, if not as a plan to escape the competition he'd been actively skiving from, then just as an act of spite) but Chris instead claimed it was a rewards challenge- much like he does in Greece- because he doesn't want to let Duncan slip away again so soon.

I see no reason to alter the first part of the challenge- the sneaking into Area 51 portion- since team CIRRRRH's course of entry is fairly straightforward. Noah's presence doesn't make much of a difference to how it would play out; the majority of them throw their rocks and run, Owen gets lasered over the fence and Owen-napped, ect ect.

When both teams have managed to make their way into the Black Box Warehouse, Noah immediately suggests they should prioritise rescuing Owen. Tyler's quick to agree, since he's a firm believer in the "no man left behind" mentality (and he probably makes a not-so-subtle jab towards Noah for his chance of tune compared to London, where both he and Owen did leave Tyler behind) leaving Duncan and Alejandro to split from the group- Duncan in search of Gwen, and Alejandro just takes the opportunity to finally be free from his 'incompetent teammates' and prioritises finding an artifact.

Noah and Tyler come across the contraption Owen's trapped in, Tyler punches it in a futile effort to break it open, and the face hugger cube drops into Noah's hands. This is where the point of divergence comes into play; Tyler has his E.T. moment with one of the face huggers, but Noah- who's a tad bit more observant than Alejandro, and used to dodging surprise attacks from his various older siblings (and Izzy)- anticipates his own face hugger attack and promptly starts a game of cat-and-mouse with a taser alien hot on his heels.

The commotion of which attracts the rest of his team. Alejandro and Duncan arrive on the scene to see Tyler being electrocuted by an alien and Noah running in circles evading another.

Duncan attempts to rip the face hugger from Tyler's face, finding success at the cost of sending Tyler trampling into Owen's captive contraption (essentially taking Alejandro's canonical place in this scene) and inadvertently freeing Owen.

Meanwhile, Alejandro swipes up the nearest box he can find and snags the alien chasing Noah, who's still very loudly panicking as he flees, and succeeds! The alien is swiftly captured into the box, netting team CIRRRRH their artifact, and Noah promptly goes careening into the nearest tower of junk in his face hugger-fuelled hysteria. This causes another box to topple from the peak of the tower, landing directly on Noah's head and spilling its contents onto the bookworm- glass vials filled with a mysterious, luminescent cobalt blue liquid shatter into pieces drenching Noah in whatever they contained. (i.e. truth potion.)

Owen has his false-amnesia moment, characterised by his Joker makeover, and Alejandro enacts his revenge post-hypnotic suggestion after being addressed as "Al" one too many times.

Noah, understandably, swiftly objects to Owen's treatment and demands that Alejandro snap him out of it. Alejandro concedes, and Owen's brought back to himself. At least, for a moment, before the fatigue of having his mind messed with sends Owen into near-catatonia (the same as canon), meaning he has to be ferried through the Warehouse and back to the Jet by Alejandro and Duncan.

Things carry on canonically from there; Noah's just sort of there for the most part, though there'd be a minor hint to his newfound proclivity for honesty. Something along the lines of him giving an uncharacteristically honest answer to Owen as to who he's voting- Tyler, of course, since he was the one who ultimately threw the challenge for them... and also because Tyler still holds some resentment towards Noah for what happened in London, and Noah feels guilty about it every time he looks at the jock. Wait, why did he say that?

Sometime between this and the elimination scene, Noah wipes the truth-goop off of himself, but not before the effects have already started.

Tyler's voted out, yada yada yada.

The Jet:

Thus begins the start of "Picnic at Hanging Dork". Team CIRRRRH, consisting of just Alejandro, Duncan, Owen and Noah, are slumming it up in the Economy Cabin. Alejandro tries to rally his team by asking how to break apart Courtney and Heather's tentative co-operation. Owen suggests having Alejandro seduce Heather, since it worked for both Bridgette and Leshawna. Duncan makes his "Babe Olympics" comment. Noah pipes up that playing with someone's feelings is pretty scummy, even for someone competing for a million dollars.

Alejandro takes Noah's reluctance towards his methodology poorly; he hadn't spoken up before, when Alejandro had utilized the same strategy against other girls- and even Owen noticed that, so surely Noah did too- so why was he to outwardly against him using the same tricks? Duncan agrees, and offers ''his'' idea of having Alejandro flirt with Courtney to throw both her and Heather off their games (since Heather has an obvious crush on Alejandro), and things follow canon.

Then, the scene between Alejandro and Courtney happens. Noah scoffs at the display from the side lines, prompting Owen to ask him why he's so against Alejandro's plan.

"I mean, you never said anything before, when he flirted with Bridgette and Leshawna." Owen comments, light-hearted in nature but with an underlying questioning tone.

Noah's eyes flicker with a cobalt glow, easily mistaken for a trick of the light, and he speaks without even thinking.

"Yeah, because I was trying to give him the benefit of the doubt. Bridgette was happenstance, and Leshawna's whole deal could've been a coincidence, or some massive misunderstanding. But this?" Noah extends an accusing hand out towards a smug looking Alejandro, then pans it over to a flattered Courtney, "He's outright toying with Courtney's feelings after she was cheated on in front of an international audience. It's scummy."

Owen nods in understanding, momentary contemplation evident in the pouted curve of his lips, and he chimes in.

"Does that mean you don't like Al?"

"I never said that."

"Well, how do you feel about him, then?"

Again, a flash of blue light against the hickory backdrop of Noah's eyes, and he responds thoughtlessly.

"I guess I have mixed feelings about him. On the one hand, he's slippery, like an eel dipped in grease, swimming in motor oil. He's like if you took all of the worst aspects of Heather, wrapped them up in a pretty package, and gave them social skills..." He holds his hands out before him in a scale-like manner, with the left tipped downwards and tie right raised by his chin. Then, the two hands swap positions.

"And on the other hand, he's brilliant. I've never met anyone as talented as Alejandro; he's smart, he's athletic, he's funny. It's almost unfair just how perfect everything about him is- even his face is perfect. It's ridiculous! Infuriating, even. It's so hard to dislike him, even when I know he's bad news, but that doesn't mean I trust him."

Owen stands slack jawed beside his best friend, both impressed and stunned at the raw honesty of Noah's tirade. Noah, now a little more aware of himself, realises that he's said more than he intended to- more than he thinks he's ever spoken in one go throughout the entirety of Total Drama. He's not usually one for speeches, after all, let alone honest ones.

He's always been the type to play his cards close to his chest, so why...?

"I, uh, didn't mean to go off like that."

And he also didn't mean to admit it, either. What was going on?

The look Owen gives him is, in a word, vivid. The blonde has a shit-eating grin stretching across his face, a sort of elated smugness practically glowing from his features.

"Sounds like someone has a cruuuush!~"

What? No? No! Not at all, where would Owen even get that idea?!

Noah splutters to correct Owen's assumption (to disastrous results, because he does sort-of has a crush on Alejandro, so the truth potion doesn't allow him to outright deny it), and in his preoccupied state he misses how a calculating pair of sage green eyes never seems to stray from him.

Alejandro has a lot to think about in regards to a certain cynic, it seems.

[prince-liest]

Just wanted to give a fic rec to a radioapple PWP I thought you might like based on your own writing:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/54046741

It’s titled “bloodletting” by Aulwil. Definitely check the tags before reading, but if you’re not opposed to that sorta stuff I think it gets their power dynamics across in a really well done way.

IT IS NOT A CONTENT WARNING IT IS AN ENTICEMENT

Thank you very much for this link, I will read the fuck out of this!

[cocoalatez]

i should not be allowed to draw

[mixelation]

here's a cut scene from you terrible thing (you beautiful thing), which takes place after the first Zabuza fight. cut because I changed how I wanted to handle the wave arc.

Kakashi wakes with a hand on his neck. 

Usually this would catalyze him to spring into action with a high-speed, super cool taijutsu move. But today his brain and body both feel a little too much like mush to do much of anything. 

“Hrrng,” he says and his arm does a sad little flop. 

“Good, you’re awake,” Sasori’s voice says. The room reeks of his weird chemical scent. 

Oh shit, Kakashi mush-brain offers up. 

There’s the sound of fabric shifting, and then Sasori says, “The carotid artery is a good place to inject chakra if you don’t have a lot to give.”

“I see,” Sakura replies. “Can I try?”

Oh fuck, Kakashi thinks. The kids are here too. This is bad. This is very, very bad. 

“Blegh,” he says outloud. Sasori ignores him as he informs Sakura that she can’t try because this is an advanced technique and she’s a poorly trained genin. 

Good, Kakashi thinks, because he doesn’t want to win a fight with Zabuza only for his own student to kill him with chakra incompatibility. This thought it followed by, Sasori should be nicer to her and to my training, and then: 

“Why?” Kakashi croaks. He blinks up at the wood rafters above him. The heavy blanket on top of him smells like moth balls. He has no idea where he is. 

“Why what?” Sasori snaps. 

Sakura is more enthusiastic to answer whatever question she thinks Kakashi is asking. 

“Sasori-san said he’s a friend and he could wake you up,” she says, and Kakashi catches a flutter of pink out of the corner of his eye as she moves. “The boys and I weren’t sure if we could trust him, but then, um…”

But they couldn’t have stopped him if they’d wanted to. Kakashi turns his head slightly, and Sasori looks deeply bored, even with the pads of his fingers slowly feeding chakra into Kakashi’s pulse. 

Kakashi should probably just be relieved Sasori didn’t murder one of his cute little students in the process. Oh gods, unless…?

“Narusa?” Kakashi asks, cold panic seeping in. 

“What?” Sasori asks, eyebrow twitching. 

Kakashi clears his throat and sits with unprecedented effort. Sasori withdraws his hand. 

The room is plain, with a narrow little window letting afternoon light in. Sakura is sitting seiza next to Sasori, and Kakashi’s brain struggles to make sense of the two of them sitting next to each other, two distinct parts of his life colliding. He’s relieved to see Sakura looks completely unharmed despite new bags under her eyes and her hair greasier than she’s ever let it get before. 

(Later, Kakashi will need to talk to her about treating random strangers performing medical techniques on him as a learning experience rather than a reason to be sending off alarms to Konoha.) 

“Naruto and Sasuke?” he tries again. 

“They’re fine,” Sakura assures him. 

Sasori rolls his eyes. “They’re loud.” 

“The bridge-builder took us in,” Sakura continues. 

“It was stupid of you to bring new genin into Wave,” Sasori tells him, and the corners of Sakura’s mouth turn down as her eyes dart between them. “And stupid of you to let Momochi get away.”

“Well you see, I was busy having chakra exhaustion,” Kakashi replies.

Sakura is looking increasingly unsure of this interaction. 

“Why don’t you leave us alone,” Kakashi tells her. “Go tell the boys I lived.”

“Go take a shower,” Sasori gripes, and Sakura makes an offended face as she stands. She doesn’t talk back to him the way she would Naruto or Sasuke or even Kakashi on her worst days, because for all her naivety and preteen brattiness, Sakura isn’t dumb. 

Kakashi might be dumb, though. How did he let this mission end up like this?

When Sakura is gone, Sasori sniffs, “She’s the most promising one. She’s the only one who could string a coherent summary of events together.” 

(Kakashi will also have to have a talk with Sakura about explaining her missions to random strangers.)

Sasori complains at length he had to interact with Kakashi’s students and then couldn’t even poison them because he knew Kakashi’s stupid martyr mouth would be asking about them the second he woke up. Kakashi listens to Sasori’s complaints with half an ear as he ponders his way through the current situation. It sounds like Sasori did roughhouse the genin a little when he first showed up and they wouldn’t let him pass, although he claims he did no damage beside bruise a few egos. 

“Aw, they defended me?” Kakashi says. “Adorable.”

[not-souleaterpost]

Fanfic Recomendation

Do you ever feel that all these fics you google are either boring, unimaginative or just weird kinks that don't even try to hide it?

Like you may think I'm an asshole by starting a recomendation by shitting on other works, but the thing I'm talking about has enough ambition and potential to make it all ok:

A story that actually twists concepts and ideas in a different direction while preserving the core of the thing and exploring it further in a way that would be impossible in a straight up sequel or side story.

I've read a previous fanfic by @motley-box-rose-1 that explored Crona's life before, and even that one was better than 95% of storys in the soul eater tags, so with all the improvments and preperation time, I'm sure this new story will be even a lot better.

Would probably try to illustrate this whole post with some fanart of the story, but I guess that will have to wait till 2024.

And if because of that people dismiss it and dont read it, they can look at the mirror and say:

"Yeah...Sorry"

Cause its their lose lol

[ineedlelittlespace]

Volescu attends a pre-survey farewell dinner, gets an award he wasn't expecting, and takes a walk with a friend he expected even less.

Guess who had time to write a little bit again? :D

[tethered-heartstrings]

my secret is that despite following a bunch of Hannibal blogs and reading a bunch of Hannibal fic I've only actually gotten through half of season 1 of the show.

this is so insane to me please finish the show it is so worth your time

send me a secret

[diaryofamadsunwukongfan]

Burning Goldilocks: Yang Xiao Long

Race: Human

Nationality: Vale (Patch Isle)

Ethnicity: Mistrali

Weapon: Ember Celica

Gender: Women

Sexuality: Pansexual

Starting Age: 17

Birthday: Summer 58th

Aura Color: Yellow

Handedness: Right

Complexion: Tan brown

Eye Color: Lilac

Semblance: Golden Burn (Every time Yang's Aura takes damage, the lost Aura is fuels a secondary Aura reserve called Temper. When Yang activates her Temper through her rage, her secondary Aura reserve takes the place of her primary one and Yang's physical strength increases based on how much damage her primary Aura took. Yang's Temper reserve drains after activation in the form of smokeless Aura fire.)

Occupation: Beacon student

Previous Occuppation: Counterfit Huntress

Scathing eyes ask that we be symmetrical, one sided and easily processed. Yet every misshappen spark's unseen beauty is greater than its would be judgement.

The revving sound of a motorcycle, the dark of the street lights, Golidlocks has finnaly found the perfect house...

Red like roses fills my head and brings me to the place you rest... E - est. E - est. E - est. E - est.

"Strawberry Sunrise, no ice. Not too hot, or too cold." Golidlocks told the bartender. "Ohh, and don't forget one of those little umbrellas!"

"Aren't you a little young to be at this club, blondie?" The littlest bear said to Goldilocks, stearing down at her all the while. "Aren't you a little old to have the name Junior?" Goldilocks shot back.

"So, you know who I am. Got a name, sweetheart?"

"Yes Junior, I have several. But instead of sweetheart, you could just call me ma'am!" Goldilocks told the little bear before squeezing his hand with all her strength. She didn't even need to use her Aura to hear a bone crack.

"I have blackmail on everyone in this clubhouse, so don't bother calling security." Goldilocks whispered into the bear's ear. "People say you know everything, tell me where I can find her," Goldilocks stated, pulling up a photo of her target, "and I'll let you go!"

"I've never seen her before I swear!"

"That's not good enough!!!"

"I've never seen her before I swear, ma'am!"

Then, all the baby bears came crawling, all eyes on Goldilocks.

"Hmm, looks like we have an audience. This must be kind of embarrassing for you, huh? Awkward!"

"squeel listen blondie, ma'am, if you wanna make it out of this club alive, I suggest you let me go, Now!" The little bear stuttered at Goldilocks. How cute! The girl couldn't help but let him go.

"Uhh, you'll pay for that." The little bear said to Goldilocks.

"Oh, Junior I was just playing with you! Don't be so sensitive!"

"And the blackmail?"

"C'mon, you really thought a girl like me had any blackmail on you? Haha, you fell for it!"

The bear turned to leave in a huff, but suddenly,

"Hey, lets kiss and make up, ok?" Goldilocks offered to the little bear.

"Huh, ok..."

The little bear leaned in for a kiss. But just before their lips made contact...

Punch!!!

The little bear flew into a glass column and crashed onto the floor. Goldilocks thought that should teach him for trying to kiss a little girl.

The men surrounded Goldilocks. The house music started blasting. This next song and dance was something Goldilocks knew by heart...

Black, the beast descends from shadows.

Yellow, beauty burns Gold

Right-hook! Double-knuckle!! Roundhouse-kick!!!

Goldilocks thought this dance was the most fun she had in years! And across the house, she was about to find new dance partners.

"Melanie, who is this girl?" Rose red asked to her sister, Snow white. "Idunno, Miltia. But we should teach her a lesson."

Goldilocks reloaded her weapon. This would be fun.

born with, no life, into subjugation.

treated, like a, worthless animal!

stripped of, all rights, just a lesser being.

crushed by - cruel - worthless human rule!

Goldilocks new dance partners were good...

when it started

all we wanted was a chance to live our lives.

Now in darkness!

we're taking anything we want and we will rise!

we'll rise! We'll rise!!

... but not good enough!

From shadows, we'll descend upon the world

take back what you stole!

SMACK!!!

"You're gonna pay for this!" Little bear screamed from across the club. Just then, the house started playing a new song, the song inside Goldilocks soul.

come at me

and you'll see

I'm more than meets, the eye

you think that

you'll break me

you're going to find, in time

that you're standing to close to a flame thats burning

hotter than the sun in the middle of July

Sendin' out your army

and you still can't win

listen up, silly boy!

Cause I'm gonna tell you whhhhhy

I BURN

can't hold me down

you got nothin' that can stop me! (I BURN)

swing all you want

like a fever I will take you down!

CRASH!!!

Goldilocks and the little bear both flew out the house. Goldilocks thought that should teach him for pulling her hair!

"Yang?" a familiar voice called out. "Is that you???"

"Oh uh, hey sis!"

"What are you doing in the crime district?!"

"sigh, it's a long story... please don't tell dad!"

Raven has a daughter... Cinder, I want you to keep tabs on her, Yang Xiao Long...

[mushiewrites]

i just need everyone to see this…………………….

..that is all, thank u for suffering with me 🫠

[kate-apologist]

hey guys!! i wrote a kate stewart/ace mcshane fic and you should go read it! 

[allylikethecat]

I love Matty immediately clocking that there’s something between George and Charli, I need to see more of their shared interactions! I’m so excited that we finally have them actually hanging out!!

AHHH thank you so much for reading! I know I keep saying it, but I am so obsessed with this fic and I was SO EXCITED to post this chapter, and I'm so happy that she's out there in the world now!! Poor Fictional!Matty is going through a lot of emotions. Fictional!George didn't like him and made that clear, now he's inviting him to get dinner with the group? Does that mean Fictional!Matty gets to be part of the group now? Fictional!Matty thinks Fictional!George is cute but isn't sure if Fictional!George likes men (or him in general)? Then Fictional!Charli is there and he's like "oh that makes sense they're together 😔" meanwhile Fictional!Charli is like "I'm going to get these two idiots get together if it's the last thing I do" I'm so excited for the rest of this story to unfold! Thank you so much for reading and sending me this lovely kind message!! It has made me smile so very much! Thank you!! Have a wonderful weekend!

❤️Ally

[muffins-for-days]

truly one of the best, most beautiful moments in animated history.

fuck this too, though ↑

the goddamn orchestral music in the pre-final-fight is absolutely breathtaking

and this is just the best final fight, final scene of any animated show, period. i cannot give any higher praise to a tv show, it's incredible.

[sw4tch]

My ideal optimus characterization is "the most depressed mech you've ever known, the only reason he still fights is because of the idealized dream of a world without war is the one which promises him a future in which he finally gets to rest and rebuild and/or to not exist anymore. he carries a deep sadness within but that's what ironically makes him the most hopeful. he is the most melancholic atlas you've ever known and he's deeply aware of it. born to be a dad in a hawaiian shirt, cursed to be an ideal to legions. he has the customer service voice and smile curse because he has to be Perfect at all times. He cannot crack underneath it all when so many depend on him. He is no longer an individual, he is a symbol, and he takes that responsibility so seriously."

[cocoalatez]

i spent way too much effort on this

[wannabespacesmuggler]

L.H. | Scotty Doesn't Know

Masterlist | Buy me a coffee

Summary: Scott Summers made two things clear for Logan when he first arrived at Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngsters: stay away from his girlfriend and don’t even look at his little sister. The former was easy.  The latter, though? That one’s a little harder for Logan.

Pairing: Logan Howlett x Summers!Reader

Warnings: canon typical violence

Word Count: 2.2K

Author’s Note: So, your boy has seen Deadpool and Wolverine too many times and is currently experiencing Hugh Jackman brain rot. Had to write something after listening to "Scotty Doesn't Know" by Lustra and then it just kinda just took on a life of it's own. Let me know if you guys want more Logan fics because I'm so obsessed with this man rn.

“Just doing maintenance, or are you going for a ride?”

Logan looks up from where he was working on his bike. He damn near almost bites through the cigar in his mouth when he spots you leaning against the garage door. He shouldn’t be surprised; despite his best efforts, Logan always seems to be accompanied by your presence -- both at the mansion and in the field. It’s not that he wants to ignore your existence. Scott Summers made two things clear for Logan when he first arrived at Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngsters: stay away from his girlfriend and don’t even look at his little sister. Logan wanted to scoff at Scott’s warning: opposed to public belief, he’s not actually an animal. 

The former was easy -- Jean made it abundantly clear that she’s in love with Scott. The latter, though? That one’s a little harder for Logan -- especially when you’ve made it abundantly clear that you’re just as fascinated with him as he is with you. 

“Just working.”

You nod at his answer as he returns his attention to his bike, putting out his cigar in the process. His bluntness is unsurprising, but no matter how often Logan tries to blow you off, you still feel the harsh sting of disappointment. Logan Howlett is an enigma to you. A problem you just can’t seem to find the solution to. You’ve always gotten along with Logan and work well enough together that Charles often pairs the two of you up on missions. He protects you with his life in the field. He’s the first to offer you a helping hand when he notices you struggling. He consistently provides support after every mission that goes awry. It would be easy to consider him a friend; however, Logan has always kept you at a distance. He brushes you off whenever you ask if he wants to do something simple like share a drink or watch a movie. 

At first, you thought it was because he was afraid of you -- of your mutation. Just like your older brothers, you have the ability to manipulate energy. And just like your older brothers, you have difficulty controlling your powers without the help of external factors -- Alex had the suit, Scott has his glasses, and you have two siphons that you wear on either wrist. Without them, energy builds up in your body until it cannot be contained and then escapes through the only place it knows how -- your hands. The siphons help regulate the amount of energy coursing through your body, and most importantly, they give you the power to choose when and how to disperse it. 

During one of your missions, one of your siphons was destroyed. You and Logan were fighting for your lives against an anti-mutant militia after being separated from the rest of the X-men. The two of you were outnumbered and on your own since communication with the team had been cut off. Logan was willing to fight to the death against these soldiers, and you were prepared to back him up until the end. During the fight, Logan got pinned down by multiple assailants, and you watched helplessly as they attempted to decapitate your partner. You felt the familiar sensation of energy building throughout your body as you struggled against your own group of attackers. All hope seemed lost until one of the soldiers nailed you in the back of the head -- hard. The hit caused you to fall forward, and you braced yourself, using your hands to catch your falling body. As your hands connected with the ground, an energy field shot out of your hands. You prepared yourself for another blow, but it never comes. The chaos around you suddenly seemed to turn into an eerie silence. Finally, you look up and let out a shaky breath as you take in the carnage caused by your energy field. Everything around you was completely eviscerated -- everything except Logan.

Logan let out a low, pained groan, and you watched in horror as his body heals himself from the wounds you inflicted. You looked down at your hands in shock. It’s been ages since your powers were this volatile. Since you felt this out of control. At this moment, you noticed the state of your left siphon -- wholly shattered. No wonder you weren’t able to control your powers. 

The sound of your name eventually pulled your attention away from your hands. Looking up, you saw Logan cautiously approaching you. His concerned eyes scan your body for any injuries and once he seemed certain that you’re okay, he met your gaze.

“We need to get out of here.”

It wasn’t until the you were back on the jet with the rest of the team, that Logan approached you about what happened in the field. You were sitting away from the others at the back of the jet, studying your broken siphon. Suddenly, a pair of large hands cover yours, obscuring your siphon entirely. You look up and see Logan knelt in front of you. 

“You good?”

He didn’t move his hands from yours as he spoke and you relished in the contact. A dry laugh escaped your lips as you considered his question.

“I couldn’t control myself out there, Logan. Without my siphons, I’m just as dangerous as the enemy out there.”

Logan’s face softened at your words. He understands why you’re so panic-stricken right now -- knowing all too well how it feels to lose control.

“Hey. Look at me, sweetheart. I’m fine.”

You scoffed at his words. Of course he’s fine. He’s damn near indestructible, but you saw the aftermath of your outburst. Saw the devastation caused by your hands. Those same hands that Logan is now tightening his grip around -- grounding you back in reality.

“Seriously. You might think you were a liability out there, but you saved my life.”

You met his eyes again and are taken aback by the sincerity you found in them. 

“I could have killed you.” 

And there it is -- what’s actually eating you up inside. He’s aware of the fact that your powers could have killed any of your teammates -- including himself. But they didn’t. He’s here with you, unafraid, because even though you think your powers are something that should be feared, he just finds them remarkable.

“I know. Trust me, I know. But you didn’t.”

You nodded at his words, feeling a little more at ease. Your heart dropped as he removed his hands from yours, but instead of walking away, Logan took a seat next to you. He didn’t say another word, but he didn’t have to. His presence alone was enough to settle you down.

After that day, you thought maybe something changed between you and Logan. Although there was a newfound understanding and sureness with one another -- he still kept you at arm’s length. In all honesty, the whole situation confuses the shit out of you.

“Did I do something that upset you?”

Logan’s brow furrows at your question, and his eyes finally find yours again. He doesn’t drop the tool in his hand, but he’s shifted his body to face yours now.

“What?”

“Did I do something that upset you?”

Logan shakes his head as you repeat your question, looking at you incredulously. He doesn’t understand where this outburst is coming from.

“What are you talking about?”

Your brow furrows at the genuineness of his confusion. How could this man not know what you’re talking about?

“Do you like working with me?”

Logan blinks at your words. Now he’s completely lost. He sets down the tool in his hand and stands up, crossing both of his arms over his chest. 

“What’s this all about, sweetheart?”

You let out a frustrated sigh and run your hands through your hair. If only this man knew how infuriated he makes you. So, he won’t drink a beer with you at the end of the day, but he’ll throw around the name ‘sweetheart’ like it’s nothing? The man is simultaneously your favorite and least favorite person.

“I’m just trying to figure out what I did that pissed you off.”

Logan scoffs at the idea as if you’re the one being ridiculous here. And, to Logan, you are being ridiculous. The only thing that’s ever pissed him about you is completely out of your control -- if only you weren’t Scott’s little sister.

“I’m not pissed at you.”

You genuinely want to pull your own hair out right now.

“Are we friends?”

Friends. The word hurts Logan more than it should. Actually, it shouldn’t hurt at all. That’s what you both are, right? Just friends and partners in the field. Except you’ve never been just a friend or just a partner to Logan. Not really. But he can’t do anything about that. 

“Yeah, I guess.”

He shrugs his shoulders nonchalantly, but his posture is still defensive. 

“Then why won’t you just drink a beer with me?”

Oh. Oh.

Logan supposes that his behavior is odd. Friends are expected to spend time together and well, the only time he spends with you is during training sessions or missions. Your whole relationship is grounded in the two of you working together, but somehow, it’s turned into something more intimate. The tender moments between missions and the tension during intense training sessions -- although Logan had attempted to make clear boundaries with you, the lines blurred at some point, and now Logan is left with the consequences.

“It’s complicated.”

He’s not wrong. He knows himself. His feelings for you were already complicated enough. If he were to close the distance he made between the two of you? Well, he may not actually be an animal, but he’s not sure if he could control himself. 

“Oh, is it?”

You’re frustrated. And you’re no longer leaning against the garage door. No, you’re standing just a few feet away from him now -- hands on your hips defiantly. Logan rolls his shoulders back, trying to stop himself from lashing out against you. You try to ignore how his muscles flex against the thin white tank top he’s wearing due to the movement. 

“Yeah, it is. I promised Scott…”

“This is seriously about my brother?”

“Well, yeah.”

You let out a dry laugh. This whole situation is absurd, but you should have known. Without Alex around, Scott feels the need to be the overprotective older brother. He’s warned you about Logan countless times since he first arrived at the mansion, but you never really listened to him. It always seemed ridiculous to you -- especially since the dangerous man he constantly warned you about was the same man he trusted to protect you during every mission. Of course, Scott also cautioned Logan to stay away from you.

“He may be my brother, but he doesn’t get to make my decisions for me, Logan.”

You take a step towards Logan and he watches you with an intensity that would make you uncomfortable if it were any other man. But this isn’t any other man. 

“And he doesn’t get to choose who I spend my time with.”

And in this moment, Logan knows that he’s fucked. You’re fiesty, and headstrong, and determined -- all attributes that he admires in you. If you’ve decided that he’s the person you want to spend your time with, then who is he to argue? 

“So what do you say -- wanna go for a ride?”

A wild grin spread across his face at your question. Little do you know that he’s thought about this exact moment more than he’ll ever care to admit. Throwing all caution to the wind, he grabs his leather jacket and climbs on his bike. You watch him with bated breath as you wait for his response. Instead of giving you an answer, Logan kicks the starter, causing the motorcycle to roar to life. A part of you is afraid that you misconstrued your relationship and that this is all going to end with Logan riding off on his own. But then Logan looks back at you, eyebrow raised playfully.

“You coming, sweetheart?” 

Without a second thought, you climb on the back of his bike. Logan revs the engine once before glancing back at you again. 

“You might want to hang on.”

You don’t need to be told twice. Your hands slide under his leather jacket and wrap around his waist. Logan tries to fight off the shiver that begs to travel down his spine as he feels the warmth of your hands against his abdomen through the thin cotton fabric. He wonders if you know what you do to him -- how hard it is for him to pull away when he’s in your presence. It’s like you're a magnet made just for him.

“When your brother finds out…”

The laugh that escapes your lips is like music to his ears. And as you press your body closer to his, he decides that even if he’s going to hell for this, at least he gets to experience the heaven of this moment right here.

“What Scotty doesn’t know, won’t kill him.”

Logan shakes his head before peeling out of the garage. God, the Summers family is going to be the death of him.

[peachesofteal]

Through Me (The Flood) - secret baby fic Simon Riley / female reader - 18+ mdni - sappy smut

“Wow.”

Simon sets both bags on the floor, forgetting them in favor of sealing himself around you, arms around your waist. “Do you like it?”

“Yeah. I’ve never been here before. Didn’t realize it was so pretty.” The ocean is turquoise, a sparkling blue green reflecting the sun’s midday peak. His lips graze your cheek, and you giggle. “I still can’t believe we’re on holiday.”

“You deserve it.” You turn in his arms, nose to his neck.

“You think Orion is okay?” He rubs your back, trying to soothe your worries. You’d been a little apprehensive when he originally mentioned going on a quick getaway, nervous about leaving the baby, but Gaz and Cami insisted they were up to the task, and he finally coaxed you out the door.

It was much needed. You were bone weary, and with the team set to leave again in another week or two, he was desperate to get some quality, alone time.

Logistically, it took a lot. You’d need to pump this entire time to keep your supply up, not to mention you’re still adjusting to your new medication for POTS. Simon had to do extensive work to ensure the security of this town, evaluating each rental and placing endless phone calls, painstakingly combing through each one until he found something perfect.

“Orion is fine. Gaz and Cami have it all under control, you know that. We’ll FaceTime with him tonight, okay?” You nod, still burrowed against him. When you finally pull away, it’s with a coy smile.

“Can we go to the beach?”

Simon leads your past Porthcurno beach with a promise of something better, a secluded craggy cove he knows will have almost no one on it. You gasp when it comes into view, more brilliantly blue water meeting white sand, framed with dark cliffs. As he suspected, only a few other people dot the beach. It requires some effort, a steep descent on uneven ground, but he holds you steady, keeping your hand on his shoulder as he leads. If you slip, you’ll only fall right into him, cushioned at his back instead of the sharp rocks.

“Oh my god…” you trail off, dropping your backpack in the sand. “Simon this is… it's perfect.” He laughs. It’s so easy with you. To laugh. To smile. He’s never felt lighter, staring at you in the sun, honeyed heat in your eyes as you peek up at him through lush lashes. You slide your shorts down, cheeky purple bikini bottoms barely covering your ass, and then shuck your t shirt, revealing the matching top. It's skimpy, to say the least, velvet skin and curves on full display, full breasts and hips, soft belly all accentuated by the lilac hue of your bathing suit. Your cheeks swallow the stretchy fabric, and he thinks about hooking his fingers between them and digging it out. His cock hardens, nearly solid and aching for you. He's already in heaven, could believe he's died and reached some sort of twisted afterlife where he doesn't end up in purgatory, and he searches for the side of your bathing suit, tugging on the strap.

"C'mere mama." You read the husk in his voice, the heavy weight of his lids, and shake your head.

"I wanna swim," you're coy with your smile, fingers tucking into the waistband of his trunks, "take me swimming daddy."

The water is warm. He's almost resentful to it, wishing it was a little cooler, enough that you would cling to him more, searching for heat.

Still, he's not complaining. Watching you wade into the water and float with the rhythm of the sea, it's enrapturing. Intoxicating. Better than bourbon. You frolic in it, beaming, carefree and weightless, heaviness of motherhood left behind for a moment, a moment where you're just you... and he's just some poor sod who's never deserved you in the first place. You've piled your hair on top of your head, wet tendrils sticking to your neck, framing your face, shrieking and giggling each time your lifted from your feet with the crest of a wave.

Finally, you come to him. Wrap your legs around his waist and heave your arms onto his shoulder, smiling in the sun. Your skin is brine soaked and glistening, wet and slick in his hold, and as the ocean rolls the two of you together in its sway, he goes with it, using the motion to press himself against you. Everything about you is his undoing, every breath you draw filling him with life, the widening of your eyes as you feel the heft of his cock pulsing between your legs, the nervous glance you give the shore at the few people bathing in the sun. His fingers trace your belly and dip into the side of your suit, swirling down your slit and then pressing your clit. You gasp into his mouth, but the water washes away your natural desire, and he pulls away.

"Si..."

"There's a nook over there," he sucks a mark into your neck, licking at the taste of your skin, the droplets splashed across your shoulder, "it's sandy, and sheltered."

"Oh." Your eyes widen. "B-but there are people... on the beach."

"They won't see. Or hear. The ocean will drown it all out." You gnaw on your lip until he places his thumb there instead. "Y'trust me?"

"Yeah."

He lays you on your back in the sand. The rock arches up like a cathedral, hallowed ground, and he takes his time pulling your bathing suit away, tugging the bottoms down to your knees, tits falling free once he unstrings your top. They're too tempting, round and full, your head tipping back when his mouth closes over your nipple, warmth spilling across his tongue.

"Feel this?" He unfolds your hand and presses it against where he's hard in his trunks. "Feel how bad I want to be inside you, honey?"

"Fuck, y-yeah."

"You're gonna take it all for me mama. Jus' like last time." You nod frantically, and he takes a quick moment to strip, palming your thighs and then spreading them open.

You seize when he burns his face in your pussy, tongue circling around your clit, one finger, then two, working themselves inside, stretching, scissoring, trying to get you ready. You thrash and moan, shuddering when the orgasm rushes through your blood, legs closing around his head until he pulls away, still holding you wide.

His entry is gentle and slow. Fingers laced together above your, a holy crown like you deserve, kissing away the crinkles of discomfort around your eyes and even the tears trailing down your cheeks.

"Jesus." You moan, and he glances down, breaking out in a full body shiver when he sees he's barely halfway there. He remembers how it was the first time, in your bed, in the moonlight, the way you strangled him, shoved him into his orgasm far before he was ready, and though your body has changed from having his baby, you've never been more beautiful, and never felt so good. "Big, Si," your brow creases, and you whimper, "you're too big-"

"Y'can take it. You were made for me." He presses against your belly as he sinks to the hilt and you mewl like the kitten you are, sweet in his arms, fingers clawed into his shoulders. His nose drags down your cheek, thrusting slowly, easy pressure stretching you out on his cock. "How's that feel?"

"F-fuck, it's... good, so good." Your lashes feather closed, and he shakes his head.

"Keep your eyes open, mama. Keep them on me." He has to see every refraction of light, every kaleidoscope of emotion and pleasure in your gaze, the overload between the two of you as he fucks you deep and fills you with come.

He wants to give you another baby so badly it burns, mark you, fill you, watch you grow heavy with his child, be there for it all this time-

But that’s not for tonight. Tonight is not about the claim. It’s about love. Showing, telling, promising. Branding vows into your skin, burying himself so deep your body never fits another, giving you his last name, keeping and loving you forever. More than a claim, even more than a promise. Something he’ll never walk away from. Someone he’d burn the world for, walk to hell and back, pulling you behind him, eyes fixed on the horizon.

His life, his past, drops like a stone to the bottom of the sea through his mind, every trial, every loss, all now serving a greater purpose, teaching a grander lesson, though no less painful. Love. Something that used to be so distant he hardly knew its name, and now it’s everywhere. The torture, the loss of his identity, his existence, even his name, all of it once lost, only to be found by you.

He’d rip his heart out and lay it at your feet if he could.

It’s slow. He’s never been particularly patient outside of work, but for you, he tries to make it last forever. Tastes each syllable of your moans and cries, paints your body with his sweat and spit. You yield for him, bloom for him, learn him the way he learns you, and as the two of you chase the end together, his face hovers just above yours, gentle fingers as a necklace under your neck.

“I love you.” He murmurs it, and your eyes shine. “I love you mama. You’re mine. Til death.”

At the precipice, the moment before the two of you shatter, your forehead meets his, you share his breath, his words, his life. It’s now yours too, intertwined like the dna stitched with yours, and when you come, the only words on your lips are a vow of your own.

“I love you too.”