#I had to up the resolution a bit for mine

[lonelysheepling]

Tall and skinny

Drawing Hornet everyday until Silksong comes out - Day 384

Idk how well this will work but here’s goes nothing lol

“Draw your Hornet!” aka draw your version/style of hornet somewhere on the bench! I was thinking maybe this can be done through reblogs?

Not a competition/contest or anything like that, it’s just for fun! This will be open indefinitely so do this whenever! :)

[mimipolo]

I MEAN... Nam-gyu x Female guard 🧎‍♀️

THAT WOULD BE CRAZYYY

(NSFW) 🤭

Nam-gyu x femguard! reader

Sorry for being gone a family member of mine died🙁

I actually enjoyed writing this a lot so I hope you like it!

Anyone that knows how to make my posts prettier please hmu💔

The games were getting boring, the high the drugs have him initially didn't hit the same and his body constantly craved for another outlet. It was infuriating, it was like his body ached to release this frustration he couldn't make out where from.

Lately though, he's felt like he's been watched by one of the guards with the square symbol on their mask, he knew it was their job and all to keep an eye on them to shoot them down when players are eliminated but damn this one guard had been staring him down hard. He'd just spare a dirty look before but now it'd been making him paranoid.

So much so it had him tossing and turning in his bed, the mattresses are too thin and pillows too flat. It was driving him mad. Sighing with new found resolution he pushed himself off his back and made his descent down the bunk. A little splash of water would do him good. He hoped at least. Or he would actually lose his shit.

Dragging his feet lazily to bang at the door for the guards to open it. He didn't bother being polite, watching other people's experiences it was easier to let them know you're serious about going from the get go. And it worked. A circle guard begrudgingly opened the door and escorted him to the bathroom.

He'd spent quite a bit of time just staring at himself in the mirror blankly as he watched the water trickle down his face to the sink bowl below. The constant battling with the morals of himself and why he deserved to be in here in the first place were clouding his mind without the mind nulling effects of Thanos' drugs.

Swearing dismissively at his own thoughts he pushed himself off the sink and walks out of the bathroom. Except this time he's greeted by a square guard rather than the circle one from before, the fact alone had the hairs at the back of his neck stand on end as he warily followed after them at the silent gesture of their head.

He finds himself being backed up into the bathroom again, the door now closing with a resounding click that had him on edge immediately as his eyes scanned his surroundings then back on you.

"What do you want huh?"

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One thing lead to another and now he's backed up against the furthest wall from the door, his breaths coming out heavy as he looks down at you. It doesn't seem like you have a weapon on you but he really isn't feeling like fucking around and finding out.

And then you're pulling off your mask, pushing it off and tucking your hair to one side.

You're beautiful.

It takes him a second to collect himself as: first off he didn't expect you to be a woman, and second why do you have the prettiest eyes he's ever seen? Now he's enjoying this tension, you're staring him down still and you look oddly familiar. But he doesn't give a shit right now, he's been feeling so pent up this whole time and you're presenting a perfect opportunity to let go a little.

Before you can open your mouth to speak he's smashing his lips against yours amateurly, slim hands working their way down your back until one reaches your ass and squeezes hopelessly. His sudden neediness catches you by surprise but it's not unwelcome as you also let your hands roam up to his hair and down his chest causing him to sigh deeply against your lips.

He pulls away for a split moment, lips connected by spit and he's grasping clumsily at the zip of your uniform, pressing his already growing hard on against your thigh.

"Is that why you've been watching me so closely, huh?" he says between breaths.

"You want me right?"

"This is only for my benefit... don't get it twisted." you murmur between his rushed kisses, your hands finding themselves on the same sink he leaned on before.

"Yeah you keep believin' that, it's gonna change soon..."

He can't believe how fast his heart is beating just from seeing you shirtless in front of him. Had it really been that long?Who cares. There's a woman in front of him panting in his ear and he wasn't about to pass up this beautiful blessing.

Surprisingly he's more considerate of the maintenance of your uniform as he pulls the tracksuit down to your hips and let's it pool at your ankles. He can't help but bite deep marks into your collar when you cautiously push your hair out of the way causing you to gasp slightly.

He's pushing his hips hard against yours, each rock of his body sending shivers down both your spines as he grasps you harder. One hand is fondling your tits, tracing the outline of your bra with such focus it almost irked you.

"Think we're both worked up enough, just lemme fuck you, please..."

His words are whispered in short breaths against the base of your neck as he gives kitten licks to your collarbone. His half lidded eyes shoot up to yours excitedly when he feels the small hum of your approval against his lips. You'd honestly been waiting forever, quickly growing tired of squeezing your thighs together and resisting the urge to meet his dry thrusts against you.

He's kissing you even more passionately than before, reciprocating had made you accidentally nick his lip with your teeth. Your eyes widen when you taste the metallic crimson on your tongue and you're pulling away to apologize.

He's huffing softly like he's disappointed you bothered stopping and licks the blood from his busted lip, then yours before moving in to kiss you again.

Apparently unafraid of getting nicked again.

Slender fingers pull your panties down to pool at your ankles alongside your uniform, rushing to pull his own tracksuit off. You help him shrug off his jacket and pull his pants down for him earning a strained whine from him when your barely brush his crotch.

Pecking your lips repeatedly as he pulls down his boxers and crowds your space, forcing you to lean against the sink more. But he keeps moving forwards, lifting up your hips slightly so you're slightly sat on the ceramic top so you kick your tracksuit off completely, then he starts to line himself up against you.

He gasps sharply when the tip pushes against your clit, his body hunching over slightly as his head falls. Repeating the action a few more times, smearing his pre cum all over your pussy, making more of a mess than you initially planned to clean up. But it's like his mind is somewhere else completely, occasional whimpers leaving his throat, pink lips he bit down on harshly as he rubbed his cock against your folds.

"You feel so n-nice... not even inside you yet. Who woulda thought h-huh?"

And he's finally nudging himself inside, stretching you out more than what you were prepared for making you bite your lip as you place a firm hand over your mouth to muffle the moan about to leave your lips. He grins stupidly at the sight as he finally bottoms out. He's holding your hips in a death binding grip and you wish he would move already. What you didn't know is that he's internally willing himself not to cum on the spot. He definitely needed this.

Without any warning he's slamming his hips into yours, the hand over your mouth that had relaxed tightening again to quiet your sounds. You honestly thought he was stupid for a moment, not even caring for the sounds that fell from his own lips as his eyes locked with yours, their dusted hazily from the pleasure of your walls wetly wrapped around him. The sounds coming from your wetness was embarassing enough, reaching your ears and making them burn.

"F-uck...so good could finish right now...don't think I can pull o-out."

What? Can't pull out? Your eyes widen at the statement and one of your hands leave the edge of the sink to roughly tug at his hair to snap him out of it but you're met with a loud moan in response. The strong verbal feedback from the action that was meant to be harsh startled you slightly, but the sound he made went straight to your core, making you squeeze around him tighter. You're slowly forgetting what you had wanted to say as your body's response and your hand in his hair triggers his urge to finally cum.

Pressing his pelvis harder against you with each snap of his hips so your clit gets stimulated. You let go of your grip on the sink completely now, one hand dug tightly in his hair and the other clawing gently at the nape of his neck. You're slightly surprised his grip on your hips is enough to support you and honestly if he was more aware he'd be surprised too.

But he's not, he's pushing himself into you deeper and deeper and you swear his trying to shoot it right into your womb. Silent whines rack your body as he tucks his head into your neck, inhaling your scent deeply.

Then he's cumming, deep. Your eyes shoot open at the unfamiliar warm feeling filling you up. His hips are still stuttering to help you get there and you finally come undone with a small cry. The orgasm hitting harder than what you expected causing you to wrap your legs around his hips in a vice grip. His thrusts have slowed significantly, making sure he'd given you all of him before he'd even dream of stopping.

When he finally pulls out you're instantly met with the emptiness in your stomach, everything between your legs feels sticky and your legs trembled. He's panting softly against your neck and holding you close to him but now he's rubbing your back possessively as he whispers small thanks against your skin.

He's picking you up off the sink and placing you back on your feet carefully, you thank him quietly for doing so. But then he's laying his jacket openly on the floor and taking you by the waist to slowly lower you onto it?

"'m not done yet...just one more I promise. It'll feel great for both of us."

Small kisses along the curve of your breasts to your cheek urge you to agree playfully and your hair splays out on the floor. This probably wouldn't be the last one.

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You hadn't meant it to become routine, really, you didn't. But somehow he was able to figure out who you were each time you were on duty. He'd put in the effort of learning the guards rotation so he knew when you'd be around to escort him back from the bathroom. You always insist that this can't be a daily think but he only smiles as he pulls off your mask for you and backs you into a nearby stall.

#needthat

[freedomfireflies]

any chance we can get asher back for mine!harry blurb? i miss my pookie :(

Summary: The one where you're not feeling so hot and Harry and Asher just want to help.

Word Count: 1.1k

Content Warning: 18+, very brief smut, very brief daddy kink, lots of fluff, not suitable for Ramadan!

“That’s it…good. Take it…fucking take me, mama.”

With every thrust and drive of Harry's hips, you can’t help but whimper. Nails scratching down his broad back while his nose dances along your cheek. You feel whole. Connected. In tune to his pleasure as you tighten your legs around his hips and kiss him.

“So fucking wet, sugar,” he exhales. His thumb finds your clit and he rubs in fast, determined circles. “S’it feel good? My baby’s cunny just needed some attention, hm? Needed me to fill her up?”

You nod—about the only coherent response you can offer—and melt into the feel of his mouth moving to your chest. It feels good. This is what you needed. You’ve missed him. And you needed someone to scratch this itch and make things right again.

And then, a throat clears.

Not yours. Not Harry’s.

Asher’s.

He’s standing in the doorway to the bedroom, watching. His kind eyes are now suspicious and deviant. And he’s not looking at Harry. He’s looking at you.

And you know why.

Harry doesn’t mind the audience. He continues, strong hands cemented to your hips as he tugs you up in order to get a better angle. “You all right, Ash?” he calls.

Asher raises his chin. “Tell him,” he says to you. Resolute. Unwavering in a way that suggests he won't be letting this go.

You hesitate, stomach dropping as the threat of punishment hangs heavy in the air. 

Harry smirks. “Tell me what?” 

You shake your head. “Nothing,” you whisper before shooting a pointed look toward the door. “Nothing.”

“Sweetheart,” Asher warns, crossing his arms before leaning against the frame. “It’ll be worse if I have to tell him.”

Now Harry seems to understand and begins to slow his thrusts, offering you a curious expression meant to calm you. “What’s wrong, mama?”

You chew on your lip. You don’t want to tell him. You want this and you attempt to clench around his cock in order to get him to continue.

He smiles.

“She had a fever this morning,” Asher finally says and you bite back a groan. “She’s been dizzy all day and nearly fainted earlier. I told her to stay in bed and rest. Not do anything too strenuous. But I have a feeling she didn’t mention that to you.”

Harry’s grin instantly fades into disappointment and you know, undoubtedly, that you’re in rather big trouble now. 

The one thing they prioritize more than anything is your health and safety.

“Sugar,” Harry starts, and you feel your heart skip, “are you not feeling well?”

You squirm beneath him. “I’m…I’m fine. I’m okay to do this—”

“Were you sick this morning?”

“…I was just…I mean, maybe a little, but—”

“Did you know you were going against Asher’s request when you begged me to fuck you?” he says firmly, and your skin feels like it’s on fire. You hate upsetting him. “Were you purposefully disobeying him?”

Shit, shit, shit. “I…I wasn’t trying to, I just…I missed you.”

And it’s the truth. You have missed him. You weren’t trying to be defiant, but you love Harry and you wanted to feel him. And you figured an orgasm could be just what the doctor ordered. 

His features soften now as he dips down to kiss your nose. “I know, mama. I’ve missed you, too. But you know better than to disobey, don’t you?”

Regretfully, you nod.

“Then, I’m gonna ask you a question and I expect the truth. Is that understood?”

Another nod.

“Are you unwell right now? Do you feel tired or feverish or even the slightest bit uncomfortable?”

You could lie. You could tell him that you’ve been fucked back to health. That you rested and now you’re replenished.

But he’d know. And you’d know. And Asher would know.

So, you thread your fingers through his curls and whisper, “I’m…a little tired. And sore."

His expression falls. He’s gutted to know you're in pain but proud of you for finally admitting it. “Good girl,” he says before he kisses your cheek and begins to pull out. “All right then. Are you gonna let us take care of you now? The right way?”

Almost begrudgingly, you nod once again and melt into the mattress as he and Asher discuss the best way to help.

They run you a bath and help carry you to the tub. Harry joins you in the warm water and pulls you between his legs so he can sweep a washcloth up and down your clammy skin. Helping you feel clean and calm.

And when you're through, Asher is there with a big, fluffy towel to wrap you up in. Drying you off gently before bringing you back to bed and kissing your temple sweetly while tucking you beneath the covers.

“Thank you,” you say faintly as he runs his thumb over your cheek. “Even though you’re a snitch.”

He laughs. “Mhm. And I’d do it again.”

With that, he leaves you and Harry alone for the evening, something Harry is more than all right with.

He crawls into bed beside you, quickly pulling you to his chest before taking your temperature and offering you medicine and water. 

“I’m sorry you didn’t get to finish,” you whisper as he’s turning out the light.

However, even in the dark, you can anticipate his frown. “Sugar…finishing is not the goal for me. You know that. I like to finish with you, but I don’t fuck you for that. I fuck you because I love you. I want to be close to you. I want to feel you and make you finish.”

You run your fingers down his chest and sigh. “I know, I just…I like when you do. I like that I can do that for you.”

You feel his lips brush across your forehead before he’s wrapping you between his arms. “I know, mama. I’ll make you a deal. Once you’re well again, I’ll fuck you as many times as you want. Make you cum over and over and over again. Until you’re all sensitive and overstimulated.”

You grin. “Yeah?”

“Yeah. And you’ll take it, won’t you?”

“Yes, daddy.”

“Mhm. That’s what I thought.” He chuckles before there’s a long, silent lull. “I love you. You know that?”

Your heart just about explodes out of your chest. “I love you, too.”

“Good.” Another kiss. Soft. Gentle. “Horny little thing. Even got Asher to tell on you.”

“I know,” you laugh. “I was kind of surprised. But to be fair, I didn’t really disobey him. I was on bed rest. We were doing missionary, and you were doing all the work. All I had to do was lay there.”

Harry laughs and the sound is beautiful. “And you’re sneaky, too, hm?”

“Hey, an orgasm a day keeps the doctor away.”

“All right, that’s enough out of you. Go to sleep, yeah?” He pinches your hip. “We’ll discuss this when you’re better. But something tells me Asher won’t be so willing to let you off the hook.”

You smile.

“Good.”

Okay fine I missed Asher, too 😭 HE IS CUTE WHEN HE WANTS TO BE!!

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[hangesdarling]

Hear me out…midari and kirari fucking the reader and winner keeps her as a house pet

-anon gay.

she's all mine — m. ikishima & k. momobami

PAIRING. Midari Ikishima x female reader x Kirari Momobami SYNOPSIS. Midari and Kirari are trying to win you as their housepet. CONTENT. 18+, MDNI, fingering, oral sex, power play, Midari cursing a lot, mentions of gunplay (with Midari), pet play (with Kirari), Kirari being quite manipulative (lmk what else) WORD COUNT. 2.1k A/N. omfg anon my two biggest kakegurui crushes battling like this ohmyyyy

It had been hours since they made you kneel in that game room. The cold air fanning over the room had your exposed skin freezing.

Your fingers clenched on your numbing knees as you looked over the game table where Midari and Kirari were. Sure, it started as a simple student council gamble. Trying to earn you as a price for the thrill of it. Kirari even put a nice, heavy collar on your neck to prove her point.

Full house, straight flush, and royal flush landed on the table, each side relentless to beat the other. Midari might have taken reckless gambles but won't let Kirari get too ahead of her, even if the game draws out forever.

"So damn boring," Midari huffed, placing her revolver down, knocking a few chips in the process. "You always bet too low, President."

Kirari shot her a firm look, lips forming a sinister smile. "Well, I'm not the one running out of chips now, am I?"

Midari snorted, shrugging that indirect insult. She might be bothered with her stack of chips running short because of her impulsive bets but worrying was never fun so why bother?

Midari looked in your direction, seeing your head bowed down and knees quivering.

"Hey sweetie, come here," Midari ushered you over with a finger to which you slowly obeyed, almost keeling over from your sore knees as you walked towards her.

With an almost triumphant look in her eyes, she circled an arm on your waist and pulled you to her lap. The small sound of surprise coming from you just made the situation even more amusing to her.

Midari tilted her head to Kirari, a smug smile on her face as she said, "Why the sour face now, Prez? Wish you thought about this earlier, huh?"

Midari playfully patted your thigh, squeezing it a bit just to show Kirari how much she have a grip on you.

"Fondling with the prize because you cannot have her by the time this is over looks more pathetic when you do it, Midari," Kirari smiled, putting down a straight royal flush.

"Huh, you think so," Midari chuckled, putting down the same value of cards. Even before the dealer came to settle the situation due to equal value, Midari signaled her to stop and back away.

"I don't want to bet with these damn chips anymore." Midari shoved the rest of her chips out of the way, others toppling and rolling over the floor. She slid down her revolver in the poker table to Kirari's direction, the barrel stopping right at the president's hand.

"Do it," Midari urged, a firm arm remained on your waist as she set her head down on her other hand, waiting for Kirari to make the shot.

You heard the sound of the cylinder turning, a fast resolute aim from Kirari before a gunshot echoed in the room. You trembled in Midari's lap, your hands shaking when you covered your face in shock. Midari patted your head, pulling you close to her body when she saw you trembling.

She wiped the blood from the small cut on her ear, the open wound bleeding out into the collar of her shirt.

"Terrible fucking aim, Prez," she only laughed, holding a handkerchief to her ear to staunch the blood. "I bet you can do worse."

Kirari put the revolver down and said, "I just don't want this game to end sooner than I'd like."

"If you say so," Midari just shrugged, standing up with you in their arms. "Maybe you can aim better at some time soon, eh?"

After you exit the game room, Midari notices the way your hand shakes against hers. She pulled you aside and raised your face to look at her.

"Hey, sugar, sorry to scare you like that," she mumbled, her single eye had a trace of concern. The blood began to dry on the side of her face. It was almost fascinating how the red had smudged on her neck. It suits her in a way.

"I'm okay. Don't worry. Does your ear still hurt?" you asked.

She just chuckled and shook her head, "Nah, I've had worse than this." Midari quickly offered you a hand which you took.

"Let's get out of here, alright?" she winked before pulling you out of that hallway.

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"Why the hell do you always wear this collar? It's fucking annoying. And you get rashes from it," Midari hissed, before swiftly unlocking your collar and tossing it on the other side of her room, making the thing thump and rattle against the floor. One hand gently pushed you back to bed as her lips ran along your neck, kissing the reddening rashes trailing to where the collar had been earlier.

"The President made me wear it," you mumbled, a hand tangled in her short hair as her kisses turned into bruising ones, even nipping at your skin.

"To hell with what she wants. I don't want you wearing it around me. Got it?" she ordered, popping your uniform open to have your breasts in her mouth. "Let me treat you like a princess when I have you here."

Midari might be a rough woman of crude words and actions but for the weeks she has you by her side, you were never once treated cruelly like a housepet. Every once in a while, she would order you to sit on her lap during games, calling you her lucky charm as she rubbed your thighs.

After one game of Russian Roulette in the beautification council, you had her hot and bothered by how you put the gun on her neck or kissed the muzzle whenever it was your turn to shoot her.

"You do know what you're doing to me, ain't ya?" a husky voice resounded from her throat as she had you in her lap, spreading your thighs on either side of her.

Midari ripped your skirt off much to your protest, before thumbing on your damp underwear. Your hand clenched around her shoulder, your lips strained from holding back your moan.

"You like it when I flirt with you, sweetheart?" Midari took a careful look at your face, only continuing their hand work when you're nodding. A finger brushed the damp material aside, fingers of expertise teasing your folds before plunging two digits inside.

"Such a good girl for me," she breathed out the moment you were dripping onto her fingers, becoming a whimpering mess more and more. "You can't blame me for not trying to win you over, right?"

Each time with Midari felt like a warm embrace from the earth, her fingers always finding their way to give you utmost pleasure, and her tongue learning to find its way to your folds.

She reminded you of a warm reality, a touch of home, even the cold metal of her gun felt sweet against your mouth.

You missed her touch or the way she pats your head as if you're a cat. But you can't even let that thought linger now that you're in front of Kirari, sitting in her office as her sharp eyes bore through your soul.

The slice of cake she offered you felt so sweet in your mouth, the syrup dripping like honey in your throat as she asked, "Are you enjoying it so far?"

You just nodded politely, wary of how you chew. Her elegant, cut-glass voice had your attention as she smiled, her fork running gently along her own plate with a quite untouched slice of cake.

"Do you like your new collar?" she asked next, eyeing the quaint, beaded collar around your neck. Kirari purchased it specifically for you, it looks more like a necklace than a collar with how heavily beaded it was. It was quite heavy but not enough to put you in too much discomfort.

You just nodded and smiled appreciatively at her, wondering how this thing of trying to win you over would end for both her and Midari. What would come after this? Freedom, a life plan, or an even more inescapable prison? Your fork toyed with the rest of the cream, your throat aching for water to wash all the sweetness down.

"Mind if I take you somewhere?" Kirari offered, urging you to follow her outside.

A week with her felt rather... amusing. She loves it when you tail her around while wearing that nice collar with gems matching her eyes. When you kneel or sit by during her games, or how fascinated you were at the Tower of Doors whenever she tours you around. When you hear her laugh or smile, you forget that she's remorseless enough to treat the whole academy as her aquarium to stir and play around with.

She felt like the divine promises of heaven, the only one rightful to place your future in her hands. Just one soft word from her mouth brings about your submission. She fixes and dresses you up like the perfect ornament in her office, a doll to be displayed.

Despite hours of kneeling where you couldn't even feel your knees right after, Kirari manages to soothe you and make you love her all over again. A kiss on your hair or a gentle caress of your thighs had you right under her thumb once more.

"You're such a good pet for me," Kirari would tell you, patting your hair after having your mouth on her cunt for how long she wishes. She tastes as sweet as the cake she feeds you, her cum dripping down your chin like honey and milk from a generous well. For that, you didn't mind your sore, scraped knees or your overworked tongue.

Her fragrance, her silky white hair, her blue eyes ever-present and watching you— all felt so overwhelming as if you were taken by a divine deity to see the world beneath her feet.

Behind closed doors, she enjoys pleasing you. Her perfectly manicured nails brushed your folds, and spread you open experimentally like learning the keys of a new instrument. Kirari always looked at you in amusement, making you wear beautiful skirts just to make you squirt on them when she was playing with you. Her pet, her doll; she would call you.

You learned to do your hair the way she always does for you, even learning how she puts her makeup on which you emulated later on. In that short period, Kirari was making you hers so Midari remembers her competition every time she looks at you.

One afternoon, you emerged from her office, fixing the new collar Kirari gave you,  mindlessly thumbing over the polished gems embedded in your neck. That was when Midari spotted you alone once more, momentarily free of Kirari's eye. She pulled you aside, snapping you out of your dazed thoughts as she pinned you against the wall.

The constricted pupil of her eye had met yours once more, softening and dilating into a much more humane appearance. Seeing you in that light blue dress and collar brimmed her mind of all Kirari's schemes she managed to pull with you.

"Midari..." The sound of her name in your mouth nudged the gentleness in her heart. She longed to have you in her arms after a week of not having you. Midari never wanted to share you with anyone in the future even if it killed her.

Midari brushed the hair out of your face, saying, "I missed you, my sweet girl."

Her hand found the nape of your neck, maybe finding a way to get rid of that collar from you, but found it impossible to do so. Midari only cupped your face in her hands, pulling you into a sweet, sloppy kiss you always loved. Every move of her mouth spoke of how she missed you, her grape lipstick left a faint and sweet taste on your mouth as she pulled away slightly to catch her breath.

"Hey," she breathed, looking at your eyes. "Today will be my final gamble with Kirari. Watch me closely, okay?"

You nodded, letting her pat your head once more as you sank into her warm embrace. She reminded you once again of the warm earth after a sunny morning, the stalks of grass brushing your legs in a grass field. Midari's presence grounded you into reality once again,  battling with Kirari's celestial promises for a place in your mind.

You were torn and placed in a situation where choosing wouldn't be the best option.

A cough resounded from your back, making you and Midari turn in that direction just to see the president eyeing your intimate moment cross-armed.

"I suggest for us not to touch the pet until the gamble is over. For the sake of fairness. How does that sound?" Kirari said, her cold voice cutting the warmth off that room.

Midari slowly withdrew from you, squeezing you gently before saying, "Sounds like a load of bullshit to me, but fine. I'll have her as long as I like after, anyway."

Your eyes darted from Midari to Kirari, wondering how your fate would be sealed by the end of this day.

likes, reblogs, and comments are appreciated, sweethearts <3

[phantobats]

Since Lee has infected me with Jaime x Jason brainrot, I have come back with a small fluffy piece of Jaime patching Jason up:

Jaime had barely settled in for the night when the knock on his door sent a ripple of unease through him. It was Jason—he could tell from the rhythm of the knock—but there was something different about it tonight, softer, almost hesitant. When Jaime opened the door, his heart stuttered.

Jason stood there, battered and bruised, his red helmet clutched under one arm, his leather jacket torn in several places, and his hands bloodied. The normally unbreakable Red Hood looked worn, his usual sharpness dulled by exhaustion and pain.

“Hey, Blue,” Jason rasped, forcing a smirk despite the clear strain. “Ran into a bit of trouble.”

“¡Dios mío, Jason!” Jaime’s voice trembled with concern as he closed the distance between them, his arms instinctively wrapping around Jason’s waist to steady him. “What happened? You look—” His voice caught in his throat as he took in the full extent of Jason’s injuries. “You look like you went through hell.”

Jason’s attempt at a grin faltered, replaced by a weary shrug. “Nothing I couldn’t handle, cariño. Just another night in Gotham.”

Jaime’s brow furrowed as he helped Jason inside, the warmth of the apartment quickly replacing the cold Gotham night. “No más excusas, amor. You’re letting me take care of this. Come on.” His voice held a softness that Jason could never resist, even when he was stubborn enough to pretend he didn’t need help.

Guiding Jason towards the bathroom, Jaime kept an arm securely around his waist. The weight of Jason’s injuries seemed heavier than usual tonight, like it wasn’t just his body that was battered, but something deeper. As they reached the bright light of the bathroom, the full extent of Jason’s bruises and cuts became heartbreakingly clear—dark purple swelling beneath his ribs, a fresh gash across his eyebrow, and more scars forming from what must have been a brutal patrol.

Jaime turned on the faucet, letting warm water flow into the tub, its soft hiss filling the room. “Sit down, por favor. You’re a mess, and I’m not letting you get away without a proper bath.” His voice was gentle but resolute, a mixture of worry and tenderness threaded through every word. As Jason sat on the edge of the tub, Jaime kneeled beside him, unfastening the buckles of his torn jacket and peeling it away from his body with care.

Jason winced as the leather slid off his bruised shoulders, but he stayed quiet, watching Jaime with an unreadable expression. “You don’t have to do all this,” he muttered, though the usual bite in his words was softened by something warmer. “I’m not that fragile.”

Jaime’s hands paused, his eyes meeting Jason’s with a softness that made Jason’s breath hitch. “You may not be fragile, but you’re mine. And I worry about you, corazón,” he murmured, brushing a thumb lightly over Jason’s jaw before turning back to the task at hand. “I can’t just stand by when you come to me looking like this.”

The warm water continued to rise, filling the room with the scent of lavender, an oil Jaime had poured in despite knowing Jason would poke fun at it later. As the tub filled, Jaime helped Jason ease out of the rest of his suit, his movements tender and deliberate, careful not to aggravate any of his wounds.

“Lavender?” Jason arched an eyebrow, his lips twitching with the hint of a smirk. “Really, Blue?”

Jaime chuckled softly, his fingers brushing lightly over a particularly dark bruise. “Sí. You need it. It’ll help you relax. Besides,” he added, a playful lilt in his voice, “I like when you smell nice.”

A genuine smile tugged at Jason’s lips, the tension in his shoulders easing slightly. “You spoil me, you know that?”

Jaime dipped a cloth into the warm water, wringing it out before gently running it over Jason’s bruised skin. “Alguien tiene que hacerlo. You won’t take care of yourself,” he said softly, though the playful reprimand was laced with affection. His touch was featherlight, wiping away the grime and blood of the night with care, as though he could somehow wash away all of Jason’s pain.

Jason closed his eyes, a sigh escaping his lips as he leaned back, letting the warmth of the bath and the comfort of Jaime’s touch soothe him. “I don’t deserve you,” he mumbled under his breath, the vulnerability in his voice cutting through the air like a whisper of something fragile.

“Shh,” Jaime responded, his fingers threading through Jason’s damp hair, massaging his scalp with soft, rhythmic strokes. “Don’t say that. Eres mi vida, Jason. You deserve every bit of care I give you.” His voice dropped to a whisper as he leaned forward, pressing a kiss to Jason’s temple. “You’ve been fighting for so long, but you don’t have to fight me, ¿entiendes?”

Jason’s hand found Jaime’s, his thumb brushing over the knuckles as his heart swelled with a quiet ache he didn’t know how to put into words. “I’m trying,” he murmured, his voice barely audible. “I just… I’m not used to this.”

Jaime’s smile was soft, almost sad, as he continued tending to the bruises on Jason’s chest, his hands moving with the practiced ease of someone who had done this many times before. “You don’t have to be used to it yet. Just let me take care of you.”

As Jaime worked, Jason felt the weight of the night gradually lift from his chest. The bruises and cuts still stung, but they felt lighter now, as though Jaime’s touch had smoothed over the edges of his pain. His body relaxed under the soothing warmth of the water, the scent of lavender wrapping around him like a cocoon.

“You know,” Jason said quietly after a few moments, his voice softened by the drowsy comfort of the bath, “I always thought I didn’t need this—someone to patch me up, someone who worries.” He opened his eyes, looking at Jaime with a rare vulnerability. “But you… you make it hard not to want it.”

Jaime’s heart fluttered at the words, his chest tightening with a mixture of love and tenderness. He leaned forward, cupping Jason’s cheek in his hand as he pressed a kiss to his lips—gentle, slow, and full of quiet promises. “That’s because you do need it, Jay. And I’m here.”

Jason’s eyes fluttered shut, a sigh escaping his lips as he melted into the kiss, his hand resting on Jaime’s, grounding himself in the warmth of his touch. “Lucky me, huh?” he whispered, a small smile tugging at his lips. “I’ve got the best guy looking out for me.”

“You’re not wrong,” Jaime teased softly, brushing his thumb over Jason’s cheekbone before pulling back slightly. “But next time, try not to make me worry so much, yeah?”

Jason chuckled, the sound low and soft as it reverberated through his chest. “I’ll try, bebé. No promises, but I’ll try.”

Satisfied with that, Jaime helped him out of the tub, wrapping him in a towel before guiding him to bed. As Jason sank into the mattress, Jaime slipped in beside him, curling into his side, his head resting on Jason’s chest. Jason’s arms instinctively wrapped around him, holding him close as his thumb idly stroked Jaime’s back.

“Te quiero, Jaime,” Jason whispered into the quiet, his voice filled with a rare, unguarded warmth.

Jaime smiled against his chest, pressing a soft kiss to Jason’s skin. “Te quiero también, Jay. Now rest, mi amor. You’re safe.”

And as the night settled around them, Jason let himself finally believe it—safe, in Jaime’s arms, where the world and its weight couldn’t touch him.

[dailyadventureprompts]

I've got a new d&d group and they're almost all new players, with some of them having played with me before in oneshots/ gotten a couple sessions into campaigns that fizzled.

There's the usual learning pains: No one's quite got a handle on the rules yet and is relying on me for which dice to roll ( it's a D20 friends, it's always going to be a D20 unless it's damage I don't know how many times I have to say that). Person A is nervous and over-talkative , person B is nervous and withdraws from conversation, Person C is always running a little late...

But what really surprises me is the difference between them and the group I've had going for 2 years now:

Newgroup THEORIZES in a way that I don't think I've ever seen despite playing this game for two decades. I'll ask them what they're doing and they'll have a multi-minute chat weighing the value of different options. They don't turn to ME, or ask me if things are possible ( which is what new players tend to do), they turn to eachother and ask if they think it's a good idea that they do X or Y and then what could happen from there. I'm trying to be a good DM and let them learn the ropes but it's FASCINATING response. For example; the barbarian says "I'll use my shield to pin the monster in place so we can question them about the villain" and before I can even get into my response another player will say "but what if I used my rope instead to tie them up?", meanwhile none of them have confirmed if the monster is in any way related to the villain or is capable of speech (it wasn't, it was a mimic fyi)

Newgroup is LASER targeted on their goal, which was a surprise as someone who was DMing for a party that purposefully jumped ship on the A plot ASAP and is actively resentful of anything resembling a main quest. Newgroup passes through a mining village that's been deserted after a recent attack by monsters which drove people up into the hills, a Classic rescue mission with a bit of a dungeon delve on top, intended to give the party some XP and magic items before they leave the early game and I stop pulling my punches. Newgroup stays just long enough to confirm that the monsters have nothing to do with the A plot and unanimously decide to leave the village post haste. Meanwhile I have to be careful about what information I drop to oldgroup, as if they catch a single whiff of villanious wrongdoing they'll drop what they're doing and divert their attention to wiping that threat off the map. I've now had to have multiple villains make peace treaties in all but name with this party because of their habit of knocking out rivals/threats/governments.

Because oldgroup know the game really well they're less experimental with what they want to accomplish. They know that things can be solved through class features/dice rolls/damage, and so those are their default solutions to most problems. Meanwhile newgroup has no IDEA what the limits of the game system are so they're trying clever stuff left and right. " Can I hit it in the eye with my arrow? Can I use this spell to find out if _____, Can we use the flying boots to _____?" They're asking genuinely good questions so often that it's made me want to play around with the d20 resolution system to get something more closed to the " drawback/mixed success" sorts of results you get in apocalypse world style games. ( I think I found a neat fix, more on that to come)

[aethon-recs]

This Week (x2) in Tomarrymort (11 – 24 October 2024)

Bundling 2 weeks’ worth of updates together, sorry for missing last week! In terms of ship happenings, @exquisite-tomarrymort-telephone has been posting a series of fics loosely interconnected by prompts, which started this week and will wrap up next week. 

As before, please feel free to add some extra context to your fic update in the reblog, ie, a little bit about the chapter(s) updated, and I’ll throw it in the update for next week. See below for a recap of the author notes from last week:

friend of the devil (a friend of mine) by @shyinsunlight (E, 17k, WIP) “Red flags are good party decorations, and love can be blind if you keep your eyes shut tight enough. Rodolphus discovers team spirit, and Abraxas finds that his home is no longer his castle.” a pound of flesh by @ictyn (M, 21k, WIP) “Harry, trapped and undying in his own mutilated corpse, must turn inward to find his salvation. Inside his very soul is the key to annoying his nemesis into returning for him. In the end, he'd much rather lose his mind to torture than to eternal boredom.” the precarity of virgin souls by @izharmilgram (M, 4k, complete)  “The second part to on line sex & rabbit stew. It includes dueling, cooking (the rabbit stew!), a first kiss, manipulation, and a horcrux reveal.” the alchemy by @cindle-writes (E, 2k, WIP) “A college AU rom-com wherein Harry is the star of the college baseball team, and tries to convince Tom to go on one, just one, date with him.” Anytime, Anywhere, Always by @moontearpensfic (E, 18k, WIP) “In this last update of AAA, Tom explores how he feels about his attachment to Harry. Very fluffy chapter!” Infinite by @moontearpensfic (E, 4k, WIP) “Infinite is a prequel fic to Love, Murder, Horcrux. In chapter one, the boys start their first year of Hogwarts together, and Harry is Sorted Slytherin. I love playing with the dynamics of Harry in Slytherin House in the 90s! We usually see it in time travel fics, but it's great to explore it here.”

I’ll also highlight newly completed multi-chaptered fics, as it’s a wonderful thing to celebrate with the authors as their work comes to an end! 🎉

Part One - The Solitude of Suffering by @iseliljathedreamer (M, 187k, complete) Many things are different and many are the same as Harry begins his fifth year at Hogwarts. Here, living with Dursleys that aren't just neglectful but outright abusive made Harry unable to withstand more than a few weeks of Trelawney's "predictions" back in his third year. Instead, he took Ancient Runes, and uncovered that he had a prodigious knack for runic magic, which opened the door to the darkest of rituals and the magic of mind and soul. A year later, Harry uncovered something horrible within himself - a parasite. So, when Voldemort sends him dreams of corridors and doors, Harry sends him pieces of hell in return.

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Tomarrymort One Shots and Completed Fic

Chapters 38 and 39 (Completed) of Part One - The Solitude of Suffering by @iseliljathedreamer

One Shot | To be Guarded by @cyandenial

One Shot | nineteen (ten years apart) by @midsummersins

One Shot | compromising positions by @virgil-anon 

One Shot | time and a rabbit foot for luck by @izharmilgram 

One Shot | Aliquot by @crowcrowcrowthing @cindle-writes

One Shot | Pink Shorts by @crowcrowcrowthing

One Shot | Premium Pussy by @hopeforthewitch

One Shot | as sweet as blood red jam by @cindle-writes

One Shot | Locked in Focus by @v33r00

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Tomarrymort Ongoing Fics

Chapter 22 of What In Me Is Dark, Illumine by @telelli-writes

Chapter 16 of Sits the wind in that quarter by @mosiva

Chapter 10 of Ills of Murder by @shadow-of-the-eclipse

Chapter 37 of With a resolute heart by Act_Naturally

Chapter 5 of some like it hot by @duplicitywrites

Chapter 2 of Touch of Death by @moontearpensfic

Chapters 128 through 130 of Liquida Tenebris (Remastered) by @dymis

Chapters 18 and 19 of Outrunning the Villain in You by @zenyteehee

Chapter 17 of with eyes like these (who sees anybody else) by @cealesti

Chapter 1 of every step I choose to take begins to set the world aflame by @boyneptunee

Chapters 8 through 10 of Hole in the Wall by tomrddle

Parts 1 through 13 of Broken Tomarrymort Telephone by @exquisite-tomarrymort-telephone

Chapter 1 of throne sex by @xxx-codtyl-xxx

Chapter 113 of In Willing Sacrifice by @hikarimeroperiddle

Chapter 6 of i am anonymous, you are a concrete wall by Pensievable

Chapter 6 of Syzygy by TimaeusKosmou

Chapter 5 of Memories of a Killer by @chemfreak89

Chapter 4 of doublethink by confunded

Chapter 4 of i might be the writer but you'll always be the words by @wixen-writes-tomarry

Chapter 1 of If I were you by @onehitpleb

Chapter 5 of Dreams Beyond Blood by @hikarimeroperiddle

Chapters 3 and 4 of What quickens me is the violence in thee by @i-dream-of-libraries

Chapters 19 and 20 of Learning to love by @l-archiduchesse

Chapters 3 through 5 of Venom or Valor by @lightningant

Chapter 7 of Like we were before by tzutzutrain

Chapter 20 of Date Ideas for the Linguistically Inclined by Antique_Mango

Chapters 1 and 2 of Solitude by TimaeusKosmou

Chapter 23 of Time Stumbler by @wintumnly

Chapters 13 and 14 of Saint Harry by @alenablack @chaos-bear

Chapter 6 of Fetters of the Damned by @sc0rpiflow3r

Chapter 2 of A Murder by Crows by @iseliljathedreamer

Chapter 8 of God is a Wizard by @onehitpleb

Chapter 2 of Auror Potter by @albondiguilla

Chapter 15 of A Dead God's Faith by @selfishrot

Chapter 8 of Actus Reus by TimaeusKosmou

Chapter 8 of These Fragments We've Shored by @rowena-rain

Chapter 5 of Dream a little dream (of me) by @cenedrariva

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[ywpd-translations]

Ride 801: Sugimoto's resolution

Pag 1

3: Ohh, there is a motorcycle support car, too?

Yeah, in road racing the ranks are pretty long, so there are lots of them running at the same time

Pag 2

1: Onoda....!!

2: Did you see the sign board just now, Uchikawa? Hakogaku's Manami took the mountain stage!!

As expected there are so many strong cyclists across the country!!

Right!! Kobayashi-san said it was a fight between last year's finalists.... the Inter High sure is surprising!!

3: But the guy in second place, Onoda, was so close behind, it was a close battle.... he must be feeling so frustrated, Sohoku's Onoda!!

5: I'm so glad, Onoda

Pag 3

1: You said you made a promise

2: Is it okay if I go out for the first day's mountain stage!?

3: With Hakone Academy's Manami, during last year's race....!!

4: Road racing is a chaotic sport

A lot of predictions and tactics come together

It's a world where even one second of delay can destroy your plans

5: Among all this, “keeping a promise” isn't an easy thing by all means

6: It's not an easy thing

Pag 4

1: You really are amazing, Onoda

Do your best!

It's the selected team!

Oh it's complete

Only a little bit more until the finish line

Pag 5

1: Keep running...!

2: Usually, in the school's corridors... you walk like in a daze (haha)

3: Ehi Onoda, what's up, you're spacing out

Ah, Sugimoto-kun... isn't it normal?

4: Hmph, is it!?

5: Actually, now that I'm running here myself I can understand

6: It's not an easy thing to do here

7: Ohh, look over there

It's the mountain gate!

Once we turn now

Pag 6

1: The fact that you were able to make that promise come true...

Well, of course, I know, but still!! Of course, I'm on a different team!!

2: It's!!

3: Inside my heart

4: It's inspiring me!!

Pag 7

1: Even though we, the selected team, don't have the support Sohoku has!!

Pag 8

1: Do your best, Sugimoto!!

Pag 9

1: Huh- what- Radokoro-san!?

2: Wo- oh

3: Take this!!

4: Ye- yes! T-thank you!! Tadokoro-san

5: Wh- why are you here!? Ah, for Onoda? Yeah, I guess it must be for Onoda, to cheer for him!!

Pag 10

1: And for you, too, Sugimoto

3: Just before the start, I saw that the list had changed

And I got a call from Touji-san

4: Isn't that good! You could finally start and run in the Inter High!!

5: But that was literally the “start”

From now on... “what to do”...

Pag 11

1: it's up to you!!

Keep going 'til the end!! Put your whole three years into it!!

2: Experienced cyclist, Sugimoto Terufumi!!

4: Tadokoro-san...

Who was a third year when we joined the club... Tadokoro-san who was so strict... he came to cheer... for me!!

5: It was just around four seconds, but....

Pag 12

1: they were an inspiring four seconds!!

2: Thank you so much!!

Tadokoro-san!!

3: Sugimoto-san, who was that person just now!?

Ah, it's a senpai of mine

4: I'm really so so grateful to him!!

Pag 13

1: Ngh!!

Deep down in my heart, I was probably thinking something like”I'm so jealous of Onoda”!!

2: Ngh!! I'm the one who said I had no support!! But I do!! You're watching me

3: Earnestly!!

4: So I'll try...!! I was losing my way a little, but I'll try, Tadokoro-san!!

5: As much as I can!!

7: The Inter High is a one-shot game

If you fall behind or play it safe, it will end immediately

8: Do it!! Sugimoto

Like running through the mud of a rice field while gritting your teeth, your running....

Pag 14

1: I like it!!

2: Alright, we passed the gate!!! There still a little climb now, then after that's over there's a short tunnel and then a downhill!!

3: Yessir!!

A downhill!!

Yes!

4: These are your orders from now on!!

5: O... orders!?

Sugimoto-san!!

Pag 15

1: The two people in the lead, Sohoku, Hakogku, and other strong teams are already ahead of us

On this climb, the distance between them and us has become of approximately eight minutes!!

2: Eight.... minutes....

3: So much.....

Then we're already too late....

4: We're going to close this distance on the downhill

6: Can we really do something like that!?

Close the.... you mean we'll catch up!? Eight minutes!?

Huh!?

In road racing-

Pag 16

1: The ones who are in the lead on a downhill will definitely be cautious

They'll ride safely and avoiding troubles!!

After all there's no point in taking the risk of losing the time difference you already have!!

2: We'll close the gap!! With everyone's cooperation!!

3: In this downhill there are many zigzags one after the other

4: Ten seconds for each of them...

If we work hard

5: and gain 10 seconds for each of them, for all six of them we'll gain one minute!!

Pag 17

1: Ah, the short tunnel

2: Once we pass this....!!

The “downhill”!!

3: But, but wait, Sugimoto-san

We close the gap on the downhill... we catch up... and then... what do we do after that? What's our goal?

5: You want to hear it?

6: I was also thinking...

7: The goal of this selected team for the first day...

Pag 18

1: is to be in the top ten in the race for the first day's finish line!!

Pag 20

1: The- the selected team in the top ten... has something like that ever happened?

The top... ten!?

No!!

2: That means we have to participate in the sprint for the finish line!!

Which one of us!?

Is that even possible!? Something like that

3: But we really fought for the sprint line!!

So I think Sugimoto-san has a good idea!!

4: Right!!

…. yeah, I have

5: After all, I'm an experienced cyclist!!

[tarithenurse]

Bubbly

Fandom: Jujutsu Kaisen Pairing/starring: Geto Suguru x fem!reader Word count: 1885. Content: Slight jealousy, smut, drinking, slightly drunk smut. A/N: I thought he deserved some attention? I don’t know. Don’t sue me.

Bubbly

You’re drunk. Not overly so but the sweet, bubbly wine has gone to your head, making you dizzy and bold. Your body sways to the music, hips tilting first this way and that and you know that many eyes are upon you and for once you don’t mind even one bit. Let them watch! You’re young and gorgeous. You grin to yourself, a grin that turns devilish when someone from behind grabs your hips with their large hands and you know instinctively who it is.

“People are staring,” Suguru’s smooth voice curls into your ear.

You lean back, reach for his neck and tangle your fingers in his long, silken hair. “So? I don’t mind.”

Dipping his head to nibble beneath your ear, he growls softly. “I do.”

Somehow, you manage to turn in his arms although you do have to take a moment to position his hands on your ass where you want them.

“Jealous?” You look up at him.

He doesn’t have the same amused smile on his lips as you do and it causes your thrill to falter.

“Jealous is not the right word,” Suguru explains, “that would mean they have something I don’t while it’s quite the other way around.” Finally the grin wins as he scoops you up in his arms. “I’ve got you. You’re mine. Just mine. I don’t like them ogling you that way.”

Resolutely, he slings you over a shoulder and carries you off. You aren’t sure where to – you don’t know the place. In fact you didn’t even know that he had a claim to you because as far as you’ve been concerned you were only friends who teased each other but hey: who are you to complain.

Landing on something soft with and oof, you’re slow at reorienting yourself because the place is spinning gently, sort of lulling you until you feel whatever you’re on jostle. It must be a bed, you decide, sitting up to see Suguru who has busied himself with getting the shoes off you.

“Are you going to continue after that?” you ask almost innocently, causing his hands to still for a moment.

“I think...you’re too drunk to know what you’re asking...”

“Am not,” you protest. Something inside you is telling you to shut up, but now you’ve started and you have to know: “Don’t you like me, Sugu?”

He turns to face you, something untraceable in his eyes as he takes you in. “I like you,” he admits carefully.

“Good,” you smile, a hand reaching to play with a lose strand of his hair, “’cause I like you too.”

“Yeah...we’re friends,” he points out.

You roll your eyes. “Friends don’t get jealous when other people stare at their friend. They are proud and become wingmen or whatever. You like me diffe-”

He’s pushed you back into the pillows before you realize, lips hard on yours as he suddenly straddles you.

Then he pulls back, watches you anxiously as your tongue darts out to taste your lips where you’d met. He sees the dreamy smile erupt on your face and the way your eyes squint when you’re really happy. Only then does he breathe again. It’s a sigh of relief and it’s cut short as you grab him by the collar and pull him down for a new kiss.

He tastes a bit of stale cigarette but thankfully it’s overpowered by something else. Chocolate? You aren’t sure and right now it doesn’t matter because instead of being the sensible one that he always is, he is kissing you back, a hand wandering up from your waist to cup you breast through the dress while the other one comes to rest behind your head. Sighing, Suguru lets his tongue sweep into your mouth to carefully probe at yours.

His thumbs is rubbing at your nipple through the fabric and you arch your back slightly. Fingers tangle in his long hair, not caring that you’re pulling strands free of his half-bun but rather focusing only on keeping him as close as you can.

One of your hands moves along his shoulder and back, reaching the waistline of his trousers which it follows to the front. There, it’s a small leap to find the straining bulge and cup it, feeling the outline of his cock through the rough but pliable fabric of the trousers.

“Damnit,” Suguru growls, rutting slightly into your palm.

It’s easy to loosen the trousers and slip a hand in. Eagerly grasping his erection, you moan into his mouth as your pussy clenches around nothing. He is heavy in your hand even as you carefully maneuver his cock so it’s straight with the exception of the slight curve upwards it apparently naturally has. Reaching further, you fondle his balls, feeling them tighten in your grasp.

But then he pulls back, out of reach which makes you whine and grasp for him getting nothing but air and the soft strands of hair until he straightens up too.

Looking up at him in the dimly lit room, you can see how blown his pupils are and how his chest is rising and falling rapidly. Slowly (or at least it feels too slow), he unbuttons his lose shirt to reveal his chiselled form.

Mirroring his actions, your reach for the zipper going all the way down the front of your tight dress. You watch him – still, enraptured – as more and more skin is revealed with each inch you move the zipper down.

You’ve reached the bellybutton by the time he loses patience and swats your hand away. In a swift move, Suguru opens the rest, pushing the fabric aside to greedily let his hands roam your body, sliding along the edges of your lingerie and causing your skin to pucker.

With a groan, he buries his head in your cleavage, inhaling deeply before lavishing your breasts with kisses and little bites. Pulling at the cups of your bra, he manages to free each boob somewhat, greedily greeting the perky nipples but he’s soon dissatisfied. Wanting more, Suguru pulls you up, sliding the dress down your arms and unfastening the bra with only a bit of fumbling.

You’re not sitting idly. Fingertips explore the planes of his physique before starting to pull his trousers down as far as you can reach when he constantly needs your arms in different places in order to undress you. But he gets the point and as he pushes you back onto the bed, he shimmies the trousers and boxers off, allowing you to take him in fully.

He’s gorgeous. You knew that already but to see him standing there at the foot of the bed in all his naked glory? It makes your heart skip a beat.

Suguru crawls up the bed, taking up position between your knees. Large hands glide up your thighs to the apex where he casually and tortuously slides his thumbs under your panties to feel along your folds and spread the juices there. He’s smirking.

“You want more?” he asks, causing you to nod frantically.

Grabbing the panties, he pulls them resolutely down your legs without breaking eye contact. He sits up on his haunches, gathers his long hair and ties it together with the use of the panties. Then, and only then, does he lower his gaze to your pussy, his tongue darting out to wet his lips.

“Fuck,” he groans, palming himself almost absentmindedly, “looks even better than I imagined.”

Pushing your knees to the side, Suguru bends down and licks a broad stripe from your entrance to your clit, causing your back to arch and your nails to dig into the sheets.

He’s good. He quickly learns exactly when he needs to suckle and nibble and when he needs to flick your clit with the tip of his tongue which he sometimes presses as far into you as he can, lapping up the juices as they are overflowing. Then a finger joins, reaching deeper yet and curling in just the right way so you let a loud moan slip free, no longer caring who might hear on the other side of the door.

You’re done for when he inserts not just one extra finger, but two. Slowly wiggling them in, stretching you while sucking and licking your clit until you forget how to breathe. You’re so close to bursting and he must sense it too because you can feel his smile on your lower lips just before he withdraws his fingers and pulls away, leaving you wanting.

Kissing his way up your body, he eventually reaches a point where his mouth meets yours and his cock nudges your folds. With a hand, he guides his erection along your slit, spreading your juices onto it before Suguru aligns with your entrance.

“You sure?” he asks, voice husky.

“Yes.”

And with that he slides in.

He is slow. He has to be because even with the preparation, you’re hardly ready for his size. Inch by inch, he fills you up. Splitting you, it seems. But it feels so good and you’re clinging on to him with arms and legs, pulling him deeper every time he rocks forward. And when you eventually can’t take any more and Suguru pauses to let you get used to it, you’re both out of breath.

You can feel his cock throb inside you. Can feel his hot breath in the crook of your neck and the way his fingertips dig into your flesh. And you want more.

“Please,” you manage to whisper.

He sets a brisk but steady pace. Each thrust rubs along the right spot inside of you and find yourself tightening impossibly around him as the tension grows which causes his hips to stutter for a moment as he has to get used to the feeling.

The sounds are sinful: skin slapping, juices squelching, moans and groans.

Suguru’s mouth is anywhere he can reach though always seeking back to either your lips or the crook of your neck.

As he displaces his weight, a large hand snakes between your bodies, thumb pressing down on your clit which sends a jolt of ecstasy through you...a jolt that’s reformed into a steady current as he rubs tight circles on it.

You friend – your lover – thrusts deeper and harder, causing the tension to built to the point where all you can do is whine his name before it all snaps and you tumble over the edge.

You’re vaguely aware of him suddenly pulling out, leaving you to flutter with your cunt around nothing. Suguru grunts and when you manage to open your eyes a little bit, you see him coming onto the expanse of your belly.

Slowly, his thumb relents, allowing you to come down from your high together with him as he hangs his head, exhausted like you.

“I’ll find something to clean you with,” he rasps but you’re too far gone to really reply anything.

You just miss him while he’s gone to goodness knows where. Thankfully he’s back soon with a wet washcloth which he uses to clean up his mess while kissing every inch of skin he’s wiped.

“I’ll make sure to have a condom next time,” he mutters, finally catching your gaze.

A smirk plays along your lips. “How quick can you get one?”

[dreamdragonkadia]

I got my New Year's Kiss p.jackson x reader

It was bittersweet knowing the trip was nearing its end. A few more days after New Year's, and you'd be back on the opposite coast, far from the bustling energy of New York. Back to the cute, semi-decent-sized apartment near the beach, where mornings smelled of saltwater, and evenings felt like a cozy sigh. But for now, you were here, the magic of the holidays still in the air.

The night had dragged you out of the comfort of Percy’s mom’s house and into a lively New Year’s party. Fairy lights draped across the ceilings, and the faint hum of a live jazz band drifting around the room. The warmth of the fireplace a striking difference with the icy chill of the windows. It was the kind of party that felt...timeless—where you could almost imagine the gods themselves sneaking in for a drink or two. And honestly, with your life, that wasn’t entirely out of the question.

It was the last hour of the year. Somewhere in the house, Sally and Paul had vanished, likely putting Estelle to bed until it was time to leave. Perks of having friends own this place. The last you'd seen, the child was half-asleep, leaning against her dad’s, two seconds away from passing out. You smiled at the memory, leaning against the wall and taking in the surroundings of drunk couples, the dancing, the absolute view of it all.

A familiar warmth settled at your back. Percy had appeared at your side, as effortless as ever, his presence calming in a way nothing else could be. His hand brushed against yours as he handed you a glass of champagne, the bubbles catching the light in tiny, dazzling bursts.

“Guess who I just saw?” Percy’s grin was the kind that sparked curiosity. Mischievous, playful, and just a little bit conspiratorial.

You raised an eyebrow, the universal sign for spill.

“Hermes,” he said, barely able to contain his amusement.

“Hermes? Here?” you asked, trying to picture the god of messengers blending into this crowd. Yeah, that tracked.

“Yup. He’s hanging out by the snack table, pretending the pigs-in-a-blanket are ambrosia.” Percy chuckled, clearly entertained by the image. “He winked at me when I caught him sneaking seconds.”

You snorted. “Sounds about right. Did he give you one of his one liners or just a thumbs-up?”

“Neither,” Percy said, his expression softening. “He said something about how it’s good to see me happy. And then he said, ‘Don’t mess it up.’” Percy’s ears turned the faintest shade of pink as he looked down at you. “Not sure what he meant by that.”

Your heart gave an almost traitorous flutter, “I think that’s a pretty straightforward message, Perce.”

Percy’s grin returned. “Yeah, but it’s Hermes. He’s never straightforward.”

The two of you fell into an easy quiet as you leaned your head against his shoulder, watching as the party buzzed around you. Someone had turned the music up, and the countdown moved closer. The clock read 11:58, the last few minutes of the year ticking away like the heartbeat of the room.

Percy glanced down at you, his eyes warm and thoughtful. “So, do you have a New Year’s resolution?” he asked, leaning in just enough to hear you over the music.

You pretended to think for a moment, swirling the champagne in your glass. “Hmm. Maybe try to stay out of trouble for once? Or at least, less trouble.”

He smirked. “Good luck with that. Trouble seems to follow us around.”

“True,” you admitted with a grin. “What about you?”

“Mine’s easy.” Percy turned slightly, his hand brushing yours again, lingering this time. “Keep making you happy.”

The world seemed to pause. Not in the dramatic, time-stopping, Poseidon-intervention way, but in the soft, heart-squeezing way that only Percy could manage. You opened your mouth to respond, but the countdown began, the crowd around you shouting in unison.

“Ten… nine… eight…”

Percy tilted his head toward you, a small smile playing at his lips. “So, do I get a New Year’s kiss?”

“Seven… six…”

You tried to muster a witty reply, but his hopeful expression made your heart do that fluttering thing again. Instead, you just leaned up, closing the gap.

“Five… four…”

His warm lips met yours softly, and the noise of the party seemed to melt away.

“Three… two…”

When you finally pulled away, Percy’s grin was pure sunshine. “Best resolution ever,” he murmured, his forehead resting gently against yours, his sea-green eyes searching yours with a quiet kind of happiness that made your chest feel full.

“One! Happy New Year!” the crowd roared, their cheers and laughter echoing around you.

But all you could focus on was Percy. His hand remained at your back, his thumb tracing soft, absent-minded circles that sent a warmth spreading through you. He tilted his head slightly, his hair falling across his forehead in a way that made you want to reach up and brush it aside.

Before you could stop yourself, you pulled him in for another kiss. Your arms slipped around his shoulders, holding him close as the party seemed to fade into the background once again. Percy didn’t hesitate, his hands finding their place at your waist, pulling you in as if keeping himself in the moment.

When you finally broke apart, “I couldn’t imagine spending it with anyone but you,” you admitted softly, the words slipping out before you could think

Percy’s expression softened even more, if that was possible. He leaned in, pressing a kiss to your temple, his lips lingering just long enough to make your cheeks warm. “Good,” he said, his voice carrying a teasing edge. “Because you’re kind of stuck with me, you know.”

As if to emphasize the point, you felt the faintest, playful tug on the ring on your left hand. Your eyes flicked down, catching the way his thumb brushed over the band—simple, yet carrying a promise you’d made together.

You couldn’t help the laugh that escaped. “Oh, is that how it works? You think this gives you some kind of claim?”

Percy grinned, that signature lopsided smile of his that could disarm gods and mortals alike. “Pretty sure it does,” he quipped, “If not, I might have to ask for it back, and I’m not exactly good at letting things go.”

You rolled your eyes, leaning into him as your fingers traced lazy patterns on the back of his neck. “Guess I’m stuck with you, then.”

“Forever,” he said, his voice quieter now, carrying that unshakable certainty he always had when it came to you.

“Forever doesn’t sound so bad,” you whispered, pressing your lips to his once more.

[devildomditzy]

Pity Party

In which you pretend to forget Mammon’s birthday and Mammon pretends he’s not upset

no warning or tags, a quick birthday drabble for the birthday boy <3

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He’s been practically bouncing off the walls all week. Even if he didn’t explicitly say, it was obvious what had him worked up.

It was his birthday tomorrow, something you knew very well in fact. You had planned down to the minute exactly how you and him were going to spend the day (or more so where you were allowing him to drag you throughout the town) already telling his brothers he’s off limits for the upcoming 24 hours.

He’s been dropping hints like mad and, you get it. He’s the Avatar of Greed. He loves presents, he loves parties, he loves attention, especially your attention. But c’mon, did he really believe you’d actually forget his birthday?

Well, you’re kinda hoping he does.

You’ve been planning this surprise for the second born for months now, pulling out all the stops and not sparing any expense. You love that look in his eye he gets when his greed starts up, and you intend to keep that look there all day. But, in order to really make this as special as you planned, it had to be a surprise.

“Yo, MC”, Mammon calls as he sits down next to you in the RAD courtyard during lunch a little too fast, his tray clattering to the table. “Whaddya got planned for us tomorrow?”

You don’t look up for the book you’re pretending to read, instead opting for a look of nonchalance.

“Uh, am I supposed to have something planned for us to do tomorrow?”

He looks taken aback for a moment, but presses onward.

“Aw, c’mon you gotta have somethin’ planned for tomorrow. Tomorrow’s so important, it might as well be a realm-wide holiday!”

You try to hide your smile as your lips upturn as he mutters something about asking Diavolo if it could be added to the calendar.

“What’s tomorrow?”

“Wha- What’s tomorrow?? MC, ya gotta be kidding me right now.”

“Is it some kind of weird Devildom holiday? I don’t have all of them memorized yet, you know.”

“You really don’t know?”, his voice breaks a little and you find it so hard to keep composed. But, you have to stay strong! Stick to the plan!

His face falls completely at the shake of your head. He clicks his tongue before mumbling, “Forget it then. Guess it wasn’t that important to begin with.” You watch as he abruptly stands up, trudging away from you in an upset haze.

You sigh heavily looking down at the book Satan loaned you to pretend to read to pretend to look too busy to remember your first man’s birthday. This sucked. The hurt on his features was evident and to know that you caused that? It’s a huge punch to the gut.

But the look on his face tomorrow will be so, so worth it.

You hope.

The next few hours after classes are filled with exactly what you expected: Mammon avoiding you at all costs and making every effort not to talk to you.

You weren’t too surprised to find Beel and Belphie waiting in the spot by RAD’s gate where Mammon usually met you to walk you back to the HOL.

Beel speaks first, “Mammon asked us to walk you home today”. He nods, so resolute.

Belphie, of course, adds the unneeded commentary. “How’s that plan working out? Mammon looked like a sad, wet puppy. More than normal, I mean.”

You groan in annoyance. “I knew he’d take it hard, but I didn’t know he was gonna take it THIS hard. I mean, c’mon, not even walking me home? That’s like his whole thing! That he’s supposed to do! Or Lucifer will kill him!”

“I think I would be upset too, if it were me”, Beel starts as the three of you begin your walk. “Imagine it was your birthday, and you thought no one would get you a cake? That’s so sad,” he sighs, laying his hand over his stomach, looking remorseful.

“No one could forget your birthday Beel, or they’d be forgetting mine too”, Belphie laughs. which seems to brighten Beel’s mood a little bit.

“Right, you always get me a cake, Belphie”, Beel smiles.

“Do you think I should talk to him? Just tell him what I’m planning?”

“And ruin your surprise? You’ve been working hard on that”, frowns Beel.

His twin continues where he left off, “And we’ve been working hard to keep it a secret. Don’t worry, I give it an hour, maybe two before he’s talking to you again. He’s like, physically incapable of not hovering around you like some parasite.”

“But he’s my favorite parasite”, you muse, “and don’t call him that.”

“Well, whatever you do, better make up your mind quick”, Belphie says, opening the gates to the House of Lamentation. “Mammon can be sensitive, but trust me, he’ll survive a couple hours thinking you forgot.”

“Yeah, I guess he can.”

He could not.

Mammon laid on his bed, furious and yet, finding himself unable to be mad at you. Of course you forgot his birthday. Why would you remember?

When you’re getting lunch and shopping in town with Asmo. When you’re having tea and chatting with Lucifer. When your gaming with Levi and reading with Satan. When your napping or stargazing with the twins? When you’re baking with Luke and Simeon and Barbatos and have the future king of the Devildom gunning for your attention as well. Why would you remember him? The selfish prick of the family. Why would you deem him or his birthday important?

And yet, you look at him like he hung the stars and the moon. You touch him like he’s made of fragile glass. You care for him as if he was the most special thing in your life. Did he even have the right to be upset? When someone as important as you forgets someone as insignificant as him?

He can’t fault you. And honestly not talking to you hurts worse than anything you could ever do to him. Forcing himself to not walk you home was easily one of the hardest things he had to do within the last millennia. A birthday without you sounds much worse than just telling you why he’s upset.

But he’s stubborn, dammit. Goddamn Lucifer and the goddamn pride he instilled in him.

So, he does what he does best when he’s upset. He broods. And he does not text you. Oh no, don’t even think that he typed a million messages and erased them, words never coming out right. Cause he didn’t. Of course he didn’t. He would never.

He stares at his ceiling, arms crossed, D.D.D tossed aside. He really can’t believe it. It’s already almost midnight. You really forgot his birthday, didn’t you? It’s not that you HAD to get him anything, or you HAD to have something planned, he just… really wished you did.

He thought he was more important to you than that.

As of right on cue, a light rasp comes from the other side of his door. A familiar one. None of his brothers knocked that quietly.

But did he wanna answer you? No. He didn’t want to talk to you and see your beautiful face and spend his day with the most important person in his life, his human. Cause he didn’t. Of course not. He would never.

“Mammon, are you in there?”, your voice rings out and his heart lurches. He wants to be mad at you, dammit he wants to be mad at you. But…

He’s up before he even knows what he’s doing, turning the handle, sighing before he starts, “Look, MC, I didn’t mean to…what’s that?”

He stops mid sentence, pointing down to the box in your hands, wrapped up nicely in gold foil wrapping.

“It’s a present for the birthday boy,” you take out your own D.D.D. looking at the time. And since it’s officially midnight, it’s officially your birthday.”

“W-wha, I-I…Y-you…”

“Happy Birthday Mammon”, you smile sweetly at him, shoving the box in his hands.

He looks down at it and then back at you… then down and it and back at you again, disbelief written on his face.

“Don’t cha ever scare me like that again, got it!?”

“Scare you?”, you question him with a light chuckle.

“Yeah, scare me! I though you forgot all about me!”

“You? How could anyone forget about The Great Mammon! And how could I forget about my first man?”

He watches as a blush rises on your cheeks, a matching one quickly finding its way onto his.

“Well”, you say, shoving the box into his hands, “Open it!”

He pauses for a minute before careful undoing the ribbon tying it together, unraveling the gaudy paper from around the box.

He lets out a soft gasp as he removes the lid. “Is this… MC these cost a fortune, how did you…”

You cut him off, taking the gold chain bracelet out and cuffing it around his wrist.

“Well, you kinda haven’t shut up about it since you saw it, so I saved up as much as I could from my Hell’s Kitchen shifts.”

He stares at it in awe before smiling widely and wrapping his arms around you tightly, rocking you back and forth. “Thank you, Treasure.”

The nickname pulls a giddy laugh from your chest, pulling back from the hug to look him in the eyes. “Anytime, Mammoney. But you gotta get ready”, you reply, poking a finger into his chest to drive the point home.

“Ready? For what?”

“Well, there’s your party at The Fall that starts in about an hour… and then we have to check in at the private suite…then maybe we’ll sleep a little? maybe? Then there’s the breakfast reservations…. and the lunch reservations…and the dinner reservations…and then the Casino downtown is already expecting you…” you list lost in thought, thinking hard to remember everything you had planned out in advance.

Mammon can’t help but look at you with the fondest eyes. Like you had hung the stars and the moon. He puts his hand on your shoulder to grab your attention, touching you like the most fragile glass.

“What, did you really think I forgot?”, you tease him in that tone you know he loves.

And he once again takes you into his arms. He can’t believe he doubted you for a second. Not only are you a bad liar but,

You are the most important thing in his life.

[tismbisim]

Flour...

Flour...

Where Dark Cacao Cookie once stood now lays a pile of fine flour.

At that moment a wave of emotions hit y/n cookie like a stampede of cake hounds.

Grief, Despair, Misery, Denial, Anguish.

These emotions now all tied to Y/n cookie’s being.

A cookie you held close to your heart... gone... reduced to flour.

“DARK CACAO COOKIE!!! NOOOOOOOOOOO!!!”

You were sure that he would have won the fight.

You were sure that with his awakening, he would have won.

This had to be a nightmare, it had to be.

This couldn't be real... right?

“Do not despair, dear y/n cookie, he saw the path for true enlightenment and accepted his fate.”

That voice... it was HER voice.

The one who took your precious king and his warriors.

Mystic Flour Cookie

“Mystic flour cookie... I beg you... PLEASE...Bring him back...please...” You said grief drowning your word.

“I'm afraid I cannot allow that.” said Mystic flour cookie, her gaze now cast upon you.

PLEASE MYSTIC FLOUR COOKIE, I’ll DO ANYTHING!!!

You said, tears now running down your face.

Mystic flour cookie’s face softened up by a tiny bit seeing your grieving state.

She can't bring back that cookie, otherwise her dream of a perfect world with you would be ruined.

“I'm sorry dear Y/N cookie, But the world I dreamed of doesn't need him”

Mystic Flour Cookie said, her tone unphased by your grief.

The world doesn't need him?

THE WORLD DOESN’T NEED HIM?

“I'M HIS WORLD! AND HE IS MINE!”

You yelled at Mystic flour cookie

Mystic Flour Cookie was... shocked, to say the least.

Why would the successor of her resolution, be your world?

Regardless she didn't care, she would have to...

*CRACCKK*

A sharp cracking sound was heard in the room.

It was your Soul Jam.

Seeing Dark Cacao Cookie turn to flour had an impact on your Soul Jam.

Your Soul Jam had started to change by the immense grief you were feeling.

It didn't shatter mind you, but your once bright and colorful soul jam now starting to turn dark.

A color that didn't suit the bright and wonderful cookie like you.

Little by little your light started to diminish.

Your Soul Jam once holding the light of compassion, now holds the light of inertia.

Mystic Flour cookie was surprised for the first time in centuries.

Her apathetic demeanor seemingly vanished upon seeing this.

“What is the meaning of this?” Mystic flour cookie asked, now starting panic.

Nothing.

You said nothing.

All you did was sob profusely on the pile of flour that was once your king.

Mystic Flour cookie’s mind started to race.

What can she do?

She can’t have you like this!

Her perfect world can’t exist if her beloved is like this.

She needed her bright light to show the world the meaning of apathy.

Suddenly, a tear rolled off her face.

What?

A Tear?

Was she crying?

Why was she crying?

She thought she had lost all emotion after her enlightenment.

Was it you?

Is this some sort of "strange power" that emanated from your soul jam?

She looked at you to see if she could feel any power radiating from you.

Nothing.

She didn't feel any magic coming out of you.

It was as if her very core shook.

She was crying.

Her heart, thought to be cold and distant, was wrenching.

This isn't what she wanted.

She didn't want to see you like this, and yet she can’t help but feel... guilt.

Something she didn't feel for the countless cookies she had turned into flour.

She heard these cries countless times from other cookies.

None of them held any meaning for her.

This isn't any different from those cookies, and yet... she was crying.

She knows she can fix this, yet she doesn't want you to hate her.

If she had known that you cherished that cookie this much, she would have taken a different approach.

She needed to fix this.

“...Y/N cookie, I have an offer for you” she said wiping the tears off her face.

You were too filled with grief to answer.

“I have a way to fix this” she said

You stopped, ‘a way to fix this’?

A way to bring back Dark Cacao Cookie perhaps?

You wiped the tears staining your face.

“...what?” you say with a shred of hope

“I will bring back these cookies and restore your Soul Jam back to when you first arrived in Beast-Yeast" she said her eyes looking at your tainted soul jam.

“Restore... my soul jam?” you questioned only now realizing that your soul jam looked different.

“Yes, in exchange I want you to take me with you” she said hoping that you'll say yes.

“Take you... with me? Why?” You asked

“I wish to repent for my actions against you” she said

“And though it surprises me to say... my heart can't stand seeing you like this” she added

You take a minute to fully comprehend what she said.

On one hand you resent Mystic Flour cookie for turning your king into Flour.

On the other...

“Alright, ...but don't expect me to be all ‘buddy-buddy’ with you” you said, your words filled with contempt.

“Of course, my only wish is that you may forgive me when you're ready” she said giving you a small smile.

Suddenly the world around you started to fade, turning to flour.

.

.

.

.

.

“Ugh... what happened” Dark Cacao Cookie groaned

Realizing he was lying on the floor he sat up before rubbing his head.

“Last thing I remember was...” he said before realizing that you were gone.

“Y/N Cookie!” he called out

“Y/N Cookie!” he repeated, growing nervous

“Y/N- he said before being tackled into the ground

“Dark Cacao Cookie!” you said overjoyed to see your king, hugging him tightly.

“Y/N Cookie, are you alright? You’re crying” he said wondering why earthbread you’re crying.

“I'm better than alright, I’m just so happy to see you again.” You said relieved that he hasn't changed, well personality wise.

Soon enough the rest of the Dark Cacao Warriors woke up.

All the warriors were happy to see their king safe

Dark Cacao Cookie rubbed the back of head glad to see you're safe.

But then a thought entered Dark Cacao Cookie’s head

“What happened? Did we win in our fight with that Beast?” he said, wondering about the outcome of the battle.

“Oh, She’s-” you said before being interrupted.

“Right here” Mystic Flour Cookie said, with a hint of hesitation.

Dark Cacao Cookie’s face turned pale upon seeing the Beast, before that shock turned to rage.

“YOU-” he said before you quickly intervened.

“Whoa Whoa Whoa, Dark Cacao Cookie I know what this looks like, but let me explain!” you said trying to calm down your king.

Dark Cacao Cookie looked at you confused.

.

. 15 minutes of explanation and Dark Cacao Cookie wrangling later.

.

“Hmm, I see.” Dark Cacao Cookie said, understanding what you said.

“Let me get this straight” he said, turning to Mystic Flour Cookie.

“In exchange for your surrender, you wish to repent?” he said, glaring daggers at her.

“That is correct; after achieving my goal, I realized that without Y/N support, even my dream was futile.” she said ignoring Dark Cacao Cookie’s stare.

“Hmm” he scoffed.

“I know you don't like this my liege, but if she is at our side, it would make the war against Dark Enchantress Cookie easier” you said.

He hated the idea of having a Beast roam free, but knowing that she was willing to change her ways...

“Fine...” he reluctantly agreed.

“Thank you” you said, before quickly giving him a peck on his cheek.

[ja-khajay]

hiii! In regards to the "Guillermo del Toro Says “We Have to Rescue” Studio Animation From “Emoji-Style Behavior”" article/statement, do u have examples of animation that specifically is & is not this type of expression/animation? Bc it's rly hard for me to actually picture this and like I need examples ahaha

Disclaimer - I was not at this specific talk, so I don't have the full context and I know from reliable sources - friends of mine that DID attend it - that it's not all he said there, so that article is pretty much only relying spicy chosen bits. That being said, I will focus on this paragraph.

Getting more specific, he went on to detail what he despises about certain lazy proclivities in commercial animation, notably how characters and emotions are “codified into a sort of teenage rom-com, almost emoji-style behavior.” He added, “[If] I see a character raising his fucking eyebrow, or crossing his arms, having a sassy pose — oh, I hate that shit. [Why] does everything act as if they’re in a sitcom? I think it is emotional pornography. All the families are happy and sassy and quick, everyone has a one-liner. Well, my dad was boring. I was boring. Everybody in my family was boring. We had no one-liners. We’re all fucked up. That’s what I want to see animated. I would love to see real life in animation. I actually think it’s urgent. think it’s urgent to see real life in animation.”

What he talks about here is something I find omnipresent in modern American animation, or from studios that are funded by and/or trying to sell to americans (ex: Illumination McGuff). Here del Toro specifically mentions characters and emotions and how they are codified, which would include how characters are written, how animated their emotions and body language are, how they interact... He also mentions studio animation, an important distinction - this does not include indie animators!

A few things, adding * to those he's specifically calling out here, and more of my own that are not stated but I feel match the style

*one liners

*the "dreamworks face"

*sassy attitude

*quick banter

*taking poses

looking into the camera

overtly smooth, cartoony body language

characters explaining their emotions, plot resolutions around this

I will now get to examples, starting by a comparison between two animated films. Both of these films are contemporary, family-audience, french animated films. They share similarities in setting, being medieval fantasy fairytales about female heroes. One of these films was made with an american audience in mind (Pil), and the other caters to a french audience (Dragon Princess). You can compare how the characters act in both trailers:

Try and only focus on dialog, body language and expressions, barring art style and story!

Feature films that, in my opinion, also fit that "emoji style behaviour" (* for those I have not fully watched) any why:

Turning Red: the sass, the one liners, body language, camera looking, quick banter, plot resolution with characters explaining their emotions. The whole film fits

Puss in Boots: The last wish: sass, one liners, body language, banter, characters explaining their emotions. Scenes like Puss meeting his past lives and the dog's dialog are strong offenders

The emperor's new groove: sass, one liners, posing, banter

Encanto: sass, posing, banter; the explaining their emotions to drive the plot is ridiculously present to the point where I'd say del Toro was vagueing that one with the family example

Klaus: posing, banter, body language, explaining their emotions

*Nimona: sass, posing, banter, expressions...I only watched the trailer so can't say much but it leans HARD into the rapid fire quip territory with emotional resolution

*Trolls: sass, posing, banter, body language, camera looking...

Regarding films that do not do this, the quick answer would be...watch foreign (=not american) and/or older films. Nowadays with internet a massive catalogue is available, although the USA has such a monopoly on animation via its advertising budget other countries don't have that those films can be harder to find especially if you only use english-speaking internet.

As most studio animation is for a young or family audience and my entire example list above is, I will give some recommendations of films that are also for such an audience, but with older and worldwide picks. Some of these films are fully available on YouTube (although not in english always), so I'll be linking that when possible!

Mom is pouring rain (France, 2020s) (trailer): A shorter film about a little girl sent to live with her grandmother while her mom heals from depression. Has emotions front and center but expressed and animated in a way typical of modern french animation, with cartoony designs but subtler, more "boring" acting

The little prince and the eight headed dragon (Japan, 1960s): Beautifully animated in a style distinct from anime, this is a simple folktale adaptation. Fully on YouTube, albeit in its original english dub who's quality is frankly not great.

Next! (UK, 1990s): Stop motion short by an animator who specifically explores subtler, harder to animate expressions, as well as the art of theater, represented here by a Shakespear puppet playing out his works as a one-man show.

Ramayana (India, 1990s): Animated version of the legend of the same name, coupling a Ghibli art style with your ancient legend's large scale battles and polite heroes.

Ne Zha (China, 2010s)(trailer): that trailer is dead serious, it's actually a pretty damn silly movie! Including this one because as a big CGI animated film it's interesting to compare to what Pixar/Dreamworks/etc is doing.

...I'm realizing that I included a whole lot of animated folk tales so for modern chinese animation I'll also name Legend of Hei (2020s)(trailer), an original fantasy film with indie origins and a whole lot of over the top action.

As for films from the US that do NOT match that style? As a country the US has a rich history of animation asides of Disney! I personally grew up on Tex Avery and Looney Tunes cartoons who (pre-90s) are great examples of this.

For more adult films, I'll link my list of mature animation recommendations!

My ask remains opens for any clarifications :) have a nice day!

[imagine-you]

and that's why I fear it won't do [Logan/Reader]

Summary: Part 5 of my Home 'verse. You're on the slow climb to recovery after finally ridding yourself of Sinister. Wade gifts you with a generous birthday present, allowing you and Logan to get some time away from the city and spend time alone together. You've started to heal, happy with the knowledge that your family has your back in more ways than one. But you never realized just how fragile your newfound peace is until a familiar foe from your old universe shows up, threatening to destroy everything you've fought for since escaping from Sinister. Word Count: 11.1k Author's Note: This chapter may contain: Fluff, Angst, A New Villain!, Surprise Cameos, An Old Friend, Familiar Faces, Kidnapping, A Tiny Bit of Spice, Healing, Reader Whump, Birthday Presents, and Wade Being the Best. Home 'Verse Read on AO3

You knelt at Sinister's side, clutching his hand tight. His smile was edged in blood and he let out a laugh, wicked and devious. "It won't be the last time you see me, Y/N," he swore, his gaze never once leaving yours even as his grip slackened. "I'll always be with you." 

You shook your head, defiant and sure. "You're dead," you protested, the memory of driving your hand right through his skull coming to mind.  

"Didn't I tell you that you were mine? My experiment, my toy, my weapon," he hissed, his grip tightening, painful and constricting.  

Between one blink of your eyes and the next, he was standing, his regenerative ability kicking in except for the hole right through the middle of his forehead. A bit of his brain oozed out of the wound, but he didn't seem to care.  

You were still on the floor, but Sinister reached down, brushing his fingers almost lovingly along your jaw.  

"I'll break you after all," he promised, sure and resolute, as he pulled you up off the floor.  

"Y/N, get away from him! He's--" Logan started, suddenly appearing across the room, before Sinister turned towards him.  

"I've had enough of you," Sinister snarled before snapping his fingers. Logan was suddenly gone, a pile of adamantium bones and blood and viscera splattered across the floor. "I think I have someone more suited for you," Sinister continued, barely giving you a moment to grieve before another Logan appeared before you.  

You knew, without having to have it confirmed for you, that this was the wrong Logan. The other Logan. The one who had left you so desolate and broken that you ended up leaving your universe just to escape him.  

There was a disinterested look on his face as he reached out to touch you. You flinched away, backing up until you ran into someone else.  

Nathaniel's voice was in your ear as wrapped his arms around you, restraining you.  

"First we'll break you," he whispered into your ear. "And then we'll remake you. You'll be ours forever." He looked up at the other Logan, sharing a grin with him, before the other Logan stepped forward. His hand was outstretched and getting closer to you.  

Panic lodged itself high in your throat and you could feel a scream building. "Go away! Don't touch--" 

"--me!" You yelled as you sat up, breathing heavy and heart pounding furiously in your chest.  

"Y/N?" Logan called and you looked up to see he was standing several feet away from the bed. His hand was up, stopped short by the forcefield you had erected in your sleep. The nightstand was left in a broken heap of wood on the floor, and you wondered if your forcefield had shoved Logan off the bed this time.   

You dropped the forcefield, bringing your knees up to your chest and curling your arms around them. You were aware of Logan cautiously approaching the bed before he sat down on the edge of it.  

"Another bad one?" He tried when you didn't say anything, watching you from a distance.  

You shook your head, finally looking over at him. There were so many things you wanted to say.  

He was there again. 

He killed you. 

The other Logan was there.  

Will it ever stop? 

What you settled on was: "I need you."  

You suddenly desperately craved the touch and reassurance of your Logan. You wanted to be consumed by him. You wanted your thoughts to be a blanket of love, want, need, and Logan. Just Logan.  

Logan watched you for a moment before he nodded his head. He crossed the distance between the two of you, pressing himself to your side. "I'm right here," he assured you before pushing gently at your shoulder.  

Logan was being so careful, but you didn't want that. You needed to feel the pull of him, drawing you in until you had nothing else but him.  

"C'mon," you urged, tugging at his t-shirt. "C'mon already. I need you now." 

Logan seemed to get the hint, because he covered you with his body, letting you pull up his shirt while pushing down his pajama pants. He managed to get his shirt up over his head before he started kissing down your neck. You gave up on his pants, since they were already halfway down his thighs, and grabbed the hand that had been clutching your waist.  

You placed it on your stomach before encouraging it to dip below the waistband of your shorts. Logan hardly needed any more encouragement to press lower, his fingers ghosting over you, leaving you aching and wanting. His other hand traveled up until it was curled lightly around your throat. You usually loved just the slightest pressure, the reminder that Logan held you so completely in his hands, but there was a buzzing at the back of your mind that gave you a momentary pause.  

You pulled at his hair, prompting him to direct his kisses back towards your mouth, letting his tongue sink in and taste you. His hand was still at your throat, the touch firm, but still easy and unrestrictive. You were more aware of it than you usually were, and you tried to throw yourself into the kiss, wanting to ignore anything that might make you stop.  

It wasn't until his thumb swept over your pulse that you realized why it felt wrong.  

"Wait, wait, stop," you breathed as you turned your head to the side, breaking the kiss. You felt all twisted up inside, knowing that the moment you were sharing with Logan was meant to be full of the love you shared, but all you could think about was Nathaniel holding you, constantly analyzing you.  

"What's wrong?" Logan asked, immediately moving to sit back, taking his touch away.  

"When I was...away," you tried, knowing that Logan would understand, "he just, and I, I just can’t..." You offered Logan a helpless look, not sure how to convey what was on your mind.  

Logan knew you, though, which was why he gave a determined nod of his head and then suddenly you were on top. You felt a rush as you adjusted to the new position, a surprised laugh startled out of you.  

Logan smirked up at you, outright pleased with himself. "Do whatever you want to me," he proposed, arching an eyebrow at you. "I trust you." 

You shook your head, overwhelmed with how much you loved Logan.  

"Use me however you want," he added, his voice low and dangerous, making heat pool low in your belly. You felt yourself began to tremble as he grabbed one of your hands, placing it at his throat. "I'm yours." 

You let your fingers briefly dig in before you replaced them with your mouth. You ran your tongue along his flesh before following with your teeth, delighting in the way it made Logan moan. You gave him all your attention, making a path from his neck to his chest.  

When you started lower, he shook his head, bringing you back up towards his mouth.  

"Tonight's about you," he rumbled before pressing his thigh between yours. "You go first." 

You felt yourself flush before you nodded your head. You brought one of his hands up to grip your hip, steading you as you writhed on his thigh, chasing a release you had only started to pursue. His other hand came up, his nails scratching lightly along your back. There was pure adoration and worship in his gaze, and you didn't know how you had gotten so lucky. Logan gave up control to you like it was nothing, but you knew it was everything.  

He had spent time as a lab subject for Stryker. If anyone knew how you felt, then it was him. He knew exactly what you needed, and the fact that he was providing it for you only turned you on more.  

You were close, but you knew you wanted more. Logan didn't protest when you rose on your knees, but he shot you a bewildered look when you grabbed his hand and tapped his knuckles.  

"Rip them," you commanded, pulling his hand to rest at your waistband. You knew that you could just as easily get up and take off your shorts, but you were desperate. You wanted Logan now. Any second that passed between the two of you where you weren't sharing the same breath, space, body just wasn't worth it.  

Logan easily obeyed and it took you no time at all before you were finally seating yourself, sinking down to feel the full weight of him inside you. Logan's hands were gripping your hips. He didn't urge you to move, but you could feel the way he was practically shaking beneath you, pent up energy begging to be released, letting you know that he was just as gone as you were.  

You pressed yourself closer to him, enjoying the feeling that had started to build low in your stomach. It was warm, molten, and spreading through you, begging to be set free.  

Logan let you set the pace, his hands wandering from your hips to your thighs and then lower back. You could tell he was beginning to lose himself, his head was thrown back and he was panting up at the ceiling. His fingers were now clenched tight in the bedsheets and you could hear the fabric begin to rip.  

"C'mon, let go," you urged, chasing your own end. “I want to feel you.”  

Logan was stubborn, though, and refused to fall without you. He brought one of his hands up, drifting his fingers around your knee, before slipping between your thighs. You felt pleasure shoot right through your core and you could feel yourself ascending higher, faster, with each sweep of his fingers. You rocked your hips into his touch, and it only took one look at his face, the way he bit his lip as he watched you lose yourself on him, before you tipped over the edge.  

It was a freefall, dizzying and breathtaking, and as you grasped at Logan, you knew he was right there with you.  

Awareness teased you in little moments as Logan took you in his arms. He put you on your side, facing him, carefully slipping free. He trailed kisses along your jaw up to your lips, waiting for you to come back to him. When you responded in kind, you felt the pleased rumble in his chest and couldn't help but laugh into the kiss.  

"What's so funny?" He asked, barely pulling back to look at you, his breath ghosting across your lips.  

You reached up to tug at his hair, delighting in his growl of protest. Sometimes, the line between Logan and Wolverine was blurred, and you loved him all the more for the distinctions between the two. "Next time," you whispered, brushing your lips against his, "you should wear the cowl in bed." That thought wasn't what made you laugh, but just the idea of it had a little thrill shooting through you, and you pressed your thighs together, savoring the feeling.  

Logan let out a low chuckle before he wrapped an arm around your waist, encouraging you to move closer, as if you weren't already pressed together. You let your right leg come up, hooking around his calf, before you pressed a kiss to his shoulder.  

Silence drifted between you, and you were half-torn between staying in the moment for as long as you could or finally letting yourself drift back to sleep. 

"Do you want to talk about it?" Logan sounded cautious, unsure, and you knew he was worried about breaking the contentment between the two of you.  

"Not right now," you answered, shaking your head. "I don't want to think about him or any of them right now." 

Logan didn't press you for more details. He simply swept his hand up and down your back, doing his best to comfort you. When he stopped, his hand resting at the small of your back, you chanced a glance at him to see that he was asleep.  

You let your head rest on his shoulder before you stared at the wall opposite you, trying and failing to forget about Nathaniel and the fear he had instilled in you. 

It was going to be a long night.  

The next couple of months were spent with your family. You had never felt so indulgent with your time, and while you had stepped back from being a hero, you knew that day by day, you were healing. Sinister had nearly succeeded in unleashing a much darker part of yourself, and while you knew you couldn't simply sweep the feelings he had evoked away, you were going to have to learn how to assimilate them.  

You let yourself do anything and everything you never had the time for before. You took Laura to the movies and amusement parks and on picnics. More often than not, Logan and Wade joined you, along with random guests. Wade was slowly but surely making progress with Vanessa and had opted to bring her along when you went to an arcade. You noticed their flirting, but when they disappeared for half an hour, clothing rumpled and Vanessa's hair tousled upon their return, you knew that they were back together. You had offered Wade a high-five, laughing in delight when he pushed your hand to the side and barreled forward with a hug, practically lifting you off your feet.  

It had been easy to add Vanessa to your little family. Once you got to know her, you knew why Wade was so in love with her. Lovely wasn't enough to describe her. She was gorgeous, clever, generous, and a whole host of other attributes that summed her up.  

She quickly became one of your favorite people and you knew without a doubt that the nightmare reality Nathaniel had painted for you would never come true. Wade had been right, Vanessa accepted you and if you were ever in need, she would never let Wade turn you away.  

You also set about giving Laura as much of a childhood as you could give her within a few months. She had been forced to fight practically her whole life, and while she acted like the family outings were stupid half the time, from the little delighted smiles on her face or the way her eyes lit up when you dared her to go on rollercoaster after rollercoaster, you knew that she was having fun. You supposed, in a way, you were also reclaiming a part of your past you had never gotten to experience.  

You had manifested at a young age, and it wasn't long before Charles and Erik recruited you for the X-Men. You had felt like you had been poured right into the hero role from birth and missed a lot of milestones on the way. Now, facing another birthday, you were glad that you had taken time away from saving people. It had given you the time to realize that you were the one in need of saving and you had your own team of superheroes who were all willing to rescue you from your own mind.  

Logan had also decided to bench himself, no longer caving when Wade came to him with a new problem that needed his claws. With time, Wade seemed to even understand, even if he didn't think it was a good idea.  

"I get you want to take a break," Wade said, letting his shoulder bump against yours. "I think this needs to be higher," he grumbled before climbing back up the ladder, helping you adjust the banner he had made for your birthday party. It was pink and sparkled with glitter and you knew that Wade was proud of it. "Look, all I'm saying is I took six years off after I lost Vanessa, got her back, got rejected from the Avengers, and then lost Vanessa all over again. And I was fucking miserable, even though I convinced myself I was fine. I don't want that for you, baby bird," he continued before jumping down from the ladder, steadying himself by putting a hand to your shoulder. 

"It's not forever," you protested, knowing that even to you the denial sounded weak. "It's only been a few months." 

"And that'll turn into years," Wade pointed out, turning back towards the table to grab streamers. "I swear to God, if I see you so much as look at a job application for Drivemax, I'm going to throw you at the nearest villain and let you fight it out of your system. That really did wonders for me." When you didn't respond, Wade sighed before throwing an arm around your shoulders, the streamers slipping to the floor. "I know you're scared after what that fuckbag did to you, but he's not coming back. And I don't want to see you suffer because of him." 

"It's not that I'm scared," you started, unsure if that was even true. "I just don't trust myself." The confession lifted a bit of the weight on your shoulders, but you knew it wasn't everything you were holding back. "How do I know that what he did to me, what he convinced me I was capable of, won't show up the next time I'm trying to play the hero?" You were worried that you would flash back to that moment in Sinister's reality where you had been ready to strike down someone innocent. When you had been ready to kill a little piece of yourself because he had gotten so far into your head and convinced you it was okay.  

"Allow me to paraphrase the ever-wise words of Chumbawamba. You get knocked down, you get up again, and you'll never let them keep you down. That Sinister fuck might've knocked you down, but you've got to get back up again. And as long as I'm around, you're never going to get knocked back down. I'll run every motherfucker through with my sweet katanas if it means you don't fall back down again. And maybe you don't trust yourself right now, but you can trust me. Hell, trust the munchkin and angry bear too. We've got your back." 

You turned to consider Wade, knowing that he was right. All three of them had been incredibly attentive, barely letting you get a moment alone unless you asked for it. Even then, they were close by, ready to back you up if anyone decided to attack. You knew you had family, and you knew you weren't alone, but you were still waiting for the other shoe to drop. You still expected to see Nathaniel again, but you just weren't sure when he was going to hit again, despite the fact that you had literally been covered in his guts at one point.  

"Now," Wade said, clapping his hands together, "I know technically you're supposed to wait for the party before giving out presents, but this one is just too good to hold back. And it's only so long before all the other fuckers get here or the munchkin and angry bear show up with food, so I should do this now." 

"Wade, you didn't have to get me anything," you tried to protest, but Wade shushed you.  

"Here, baby bird," he said, reaching out to grab your hand before depositing a folded-up piece of paper in it.  

"Uh," you started, staring down at it in confusion. "What is it?" 

"Fuck's sake," Wade groaned before reaching for it and unfolding the paper. "Ta-da!" 

You read the words on the page before quirking an eyebrow at Wade. "How the hell did you even pay for this?" 

Wade waved a hand at you. "Details don't matter. Let's just say Gambit knew he owed you one and he put his thieving ways to work to steal 'ol Chuck's credit card." 

"Wade," you admonished, but you couldn't help the laugh that broke free. "A B&B in Vermont?" 

Wade shrugged his shoulders. "Sure, you and Logan can commune with nature, do some meditation, get the angry bear to give it to you real good without the munchkin overhearing, and I'll babysit so you don’t have to worry she’s run off into traffic. And when you get back, we'll be a team again, right?" 

You realized then that Wade might have had more than one motive for getting you back into hero shape again. "We're always a team, Wade," you assured him. "But thank you, this is sweet," you told him before leaning forward and placing a kiss on his cheek.  

Your lips were still on Wade’s cheek when the door opened, and Laura and Logan walked inside carrying bags of takeout from your favorite restaurant.  

Wade gasped, pretending to be shocked to see them. "You weren't supposed to see such a blatant display of our love affair," he groaned at Logan. "Now he knows about us," he hissed at you, grabbing your shoulders and putting you in front of him facing Logan. "If you're going to get claw happy, you're gonna have to go through Y/N to get to me." 

Logan rolled his eyes before setting the food down on the table. "Bub, if Y/N ever left me for you, then hell must've frozen over, because there's no fucking way that's ever happening." 

Wade acted hurt, bringing a hand up to clutch his chest. "Oh, that really stings." Wade suddenly turned you around, gripping your shoulders and making eye contact. "I'll have you know I'm a very generous lover and I give good cuddle. Just ask Vanessa," he continued, ignoring Logan's irritated growl.  

"Ask Vanessa what?" Vanessa questioned as she stepped inside the apartment. She had an envelope in her hand and didn't look concerned at all that her boyfriend was completely in your personal space.  

You shook Wade's hold off and turned towards her. "Does Wade give good cuddle?" You caught Logan's eye roll, but you couldn't help the grin on your face. It felt so good to have your family in one space, and knowing that there were even more people on the way, all to celebrate you, gave you a nearly giddy feeling of anticipation. You loved your little fucked up family and you couldn't believe that they were all yours.  

"Oh, he's fantastic," she answered, reaching out to give you the envelope. "You should give him a try some time." She stepped forward and pulled you into a hug. "Happy birthday, by the way," she told you.  

You shot Wade a devious smirk before pulling Vanessa into a tighter embrace. "You know what, I think I'll trade in Logan if you trade in Wade, and then we'll get together." 

Vanessa laughed, pressing a kiss to your cheek. "I think I'm onboard with that," she mused, turning a thoughtful look on Wade, pretending to consider the offer. 

Wade strode forward, hastily separating the two of you. "You get your own goddamn girlfriend," he uttered with a scowl, ignoring your amused laugh as he pointed a finger right at you.  

Wade pulled Vanessa away towards the food and Logan approached you. He stood at your back, winding his arms around your waist and tucking his chin over your shoulder. You brought a hand up to rest over Logan's arm, giving it an affectionate squeeze.  

"I like seeing you like this," he whispered, making sure his observation was just for the two of you.  

"Yeah?" You asked, turning a smile over your shoulder at him. "Well, you'll really like this," you told him, showing him Wade and Remy's birthday gift.  

Logan raised an eyebrow, a bemused look on his face. "Just the two of us?" 

You nodded your head, shivering when he brushed his lips against the back of your neck.  

"A little romantic getaway," you mused, bowing your head to give him better access.  

Logan placed a kiss just beneath your ear, following it up with another at your jaw. "Just the two of us," he repeated, sounding pleased.  

You couldn't help but chuckle. "Is that what you're so excited about?" 

"No Wade showing up at the worst fucking times just to talk our ears off about inane bullshit? No responsibility or worries or having to worry about anyone else but us for a couple days? Yeah, I'm fucking excited to get you all to myself," he rumbled low in your ear, his grip on you tightening.  

"Hey, I'm about ready to stab myself in the eyes," Laura called, disrupting the two of you. There was a look of near disgust on her face, and you knew it was only because she wasn't completely fond of seeing her pseudo-parents ready to make out. "Want to get over here and cut this cake, or what?" 

It was then that you noticed the rest of the guests had arrived. Most of them were talking and laughing while Vanessa lit the candles on the cake. Alex Summers had arrived with Piotr, Negasonic Teenage Warhead, and Yukio. You and Alex had managed to bond over how much Nathaniel had truly managed to fuck over your lives and you were glad that he was another person to add to your little family. Blind Al, Dopinder, and Shatterstar had also shown up, even though you didn't know them as well. Dopinder had handed you a pair of airpods with a wink, prompting Wade to swipe them, muttering something about banning gifts covered in stranger's earwax.  

They were an odd group, but so full of love and understanding, that you felt honored they had let you slip in so seamlessly, as if they had been leaving a place for you all along.  

"We've been summoned," you muttered to Logan, delighting in the soft huff of his laughter against your skin.  

"Then let's not keep them waiting," he said, pressing a hand to the small of your back to urge you towards the group. 

Later, as everyone stood around the table and sang, wishing you a happy birthday, you couldn't understand how you were so damn fortunate. You were surrounded by people who had all shown up for you. Even if most of them started out as Wade's friends, you knew that they were now your friends too. You felt so complete, so involved, that you didn't know how Nathaniel had ever managed to prey on your own insecurities.  

By the time you were going to bed that night, ready to embark on your getaway with Logan in the morning, you felt so wholly loved. Everyone had stayed well into the night, sharing laughter and stories and memories. Once everyone had trailed out and Laura went to bed, Logan had pulled you into his embrace.  

“Let’s go to bed,” he suggested, pressing a kiss to the crown of your head. “We’ll clean up the mess in the morning.” 

You readily agreed, leading him into your bedroom and shutting the door behind you. 

"I'm exhausted," Logan grumbled once he was lying down, throwing at arm over his eyes to block out the light.  

You reached out to turn off the lamp on your nightstand before crawling into bed. You rolled onto your side, throwing an arm over Logan's waist.  

"You're sure you're going to be ready to go in the morning?" You asked him, running your fingers lightly along his stomach.  

"I'll be ready," he assured you, stilling your hand with his only to lace your fingers together.  

"Good," you breathed, soaking up Logan's warmth. You felt your eyes slip closed, exhaustion creeping up on you. You wanted to tell Logan so many things like you were proud of him and you loved him and you couldn't have done any of this without him. Instead, you pressed a brief kiss to his chest, hoping he would get the message.  

From the way his fingers flexed around yours and the pleased sound he made, you knew he did.  

It was just before you were going to traverse the space between awake and asleep when another thought came to mind. "Logan?" 

"Hm?"  

"Make sure to pack the cowl," you told him, feeling a grin tug at your lips when he let out a surprised laugh. 

You didn't realize how much you truly craved having a couple of days carved out for just you and Logan. You arrived at the B&B feeling lighter than you had since everything that happened with Nathaniel. You were eager to check in and spend the next few days fully emersed in him.  

The B&B was beautiful and somehow Wade made sure that no one else would be there to bother you. The owner had left a key hidden in the mailbox for you and no other guests had rooms booked.  

The B&B was secluded, with trees backing the property and land spread out in every direction, unblemished by other buildings or people. A pond sat off to the side with a bridge that crossed the middle of it, before the grounds spread out into several walkways, encouraging guests to either take a nice stroll through pastures or trek through the woods. The air smelled clean, fresh, and you took in deep lungfuls of it once you stepped out of the car, disbelieving that you were getting the opportunity to have the run of the place with Logan for a weekend.  

There was only one winding road that approached the property, nearly a mile long and offering you something you never really got living in a big city.  

Privacy.  

One space that was only for you and Logan.  

You shuddered to think how much Charles had inadvertently spent on the getaway. 

You assumed you wouldn't even leave the bed the whole time you were there, but you ended up spending most of your time outside.  

You explored the woods with Logan and spent a night enjoying the sight of the night sky, content to simply lie on the ground and gaze at the stars. You watched as Logan took morning jogs around the property, sitting out on the porch in a rocking chair and grinning whenever he passed by.  

You even enjoyed a picnic by the pond with him as well. You made out with Logan on the grass, making a mess when you accidentally rolled over onto the pasta salad. You teased Logan, slowly pulling off your shirt before letting your pants follow, throwing them to the side. Logan tensed up before practically pouncing, sharing laughter and kisses before he grabbed you by the hips and trailed his mouth lower and lower until you were gasping and clutching desperately at his hair, using him as an anchor to keep you tethered as you fell apart.  

After, you pushed him into the pond, just to see him come up out of the water. His shirt was clinging to him, and his hair was a mess, and you had never been more in love with him. He growled, playful yet undeniably sexy, before chasing you back towards the B&B. You felt light, free, and you let Logan take you apart again and again, knowing that when you crashed back into your body with his touch guiding you, you would feel complete.   

You spent your last night at the B&B tangled up with Logan, so desperately enamored with him that you felt like you could hardly breathe with how much you felt for him. He had so wholly consumed your mind and your body and you didn't know what to do when he wasn't touching you, worshiping you with reverent kisses.  

In the morning, you knew that Wade had been right. You did need the time away with Logan, and thinking about going back and playing hero again didn't feel so terrifying anymore. You felt like you were ready to conquer anything as long as you had Logan at your side.  

The car was all packed up and Logan was waiting for you in the car. You locked the front door, before walking down the stairs towards the mailbox that was positioned just beside the porch railing. You left the key along with a thank you note inside before snapping it closed.  

You turned and took a step towards the car before you froze in your tracks.  

There was someone else watching you from just a few feet away.  

"Apocalypse," you breathed, terror climbing dizzyingly fast through you, sending your heart racing.  

Apocalypse merely regarded you with a cool expression, but you felt like you were about to lose it. Logan was already out of the car, but you didn't want him anywhere near Apocalypse. You instinctively raised a forcefield, cutting him off, keeping him safe.  

"I've been awakened years before my time," Apocalypse stated, studying you with interest. "My followers have informed me that Sinister has fallen and the world needs me now more than ever." 

You weren't sure how to process seeing Apocalypse again. You thought of the last time you had seen him, back in your old universe. He had left Scott crumpled on the ground, never to get up again, and Jean had unleased the full force of her Phoenix power, ending Apocalypse with Erik's help. Apocalypse had killed not only your universe by destroying its anchor being, but your old life as well. You knew the power he wielded, and you knew you weren’t nearly strong enough to combat it without a team.  

But now, it was just you against the one villain who had managed to take out the leader of the X-Men. He had killed countless others in your old universe and you would be damned if you let Logan become one of his casualties.  

"Why are you here?" You found yourself asking, knowing that Apocalypse must need something.  

It was when his gaze drifted towards Logan that you felt like your world was about to slide to a halt all over again.  

"I came here for my Horseman," Apocalypse claimed, not bothering to look at you, even as you shifted on your feet, readying yourself for a fight. "My Death," he continued, setting off a sinking feeling in your gut.  

"You can't have him," you snarled, beginning to form another forcefield. You were starting to panic, indecision weighing heavy on you, urging you to get Logan far away from Apocalypse. You let the forcefield begin to form around Apocalypse, intent on either collapsing it and hoping it left him a broken heap on the ground like he had done to Scott, or maybe using spikes to impale him.  

You didn't even get to figure out what you wanted to do, because suddenly you were on the ground. There was a forcefield surrounding you, pressing you into the walkway. You turned your head to the side, struggling to pull in a breath as it kept descending. You could feel it pressing into your ribs, feeling like they were going to crack at any moment.  

You cast a panicked glance over to see that both your forcefields were gone and Apocalypse held his hand out, obviously casting the one that was moments away from crushing you.  

"Stop!" Logan pleaded, rushing towards Apocalypse. Apocalypse easily threw Logan to the ground. Logan cast a fearful look at you before turning his attention back towards Apocalypse. "Let her go and I'll go with you." 

"No!" You cried out, but it came out weak and strained. You could hardly breathe, and you couldn't even move anymore. But you would rather die than let Apocalypse take Logan away from you.  

You felt one of your ribs give way and you didn't even have the breath to scream. You knew it wouldn't be long before the others followed suit, likely puncturing your lungs and killing you. You imagined your sternum cracking before piercing your heart, leaving you just as broken and lifeless as Scott had been.  

Logan was trying to get at Apocalypse, relentlessly attempting to attack him, but when he realized it wouldn't work, he rushed towards your side. He slashed and swiped at the forcefield with his claws, but it stayed intact.  

"Leave her alone!" He roared, panic in his eyes when he realized he couldn't save you. "I'll go with you. I'll be your Death. But you spare her!" He demanded, turning a wild look over at Apocalypse. "Let her live and you can have me." 

"No," you tried to deny, but it only came out as a wordless whimper. 

Logan stared down at you, terrified and heartbroken, and you couldn't believe how unfair life was being to the both of you. Logan was so willing to sacrifice himself just to see you live, but you didn't think you would live without him. You didn't think Logan would live without you either.  

"Very well," Apocalypse allowed before he dropped the forcefield.  

Logan was quick to try to scoop you up in his arms, but you hissed in a pained breath, every movement sending fire through your chest. He settled for letting his hands hover over your side and chest, as if he could simply will you to heal with only the power of his mind.  

"Don't go," you begged, attempting to sit up, even though it caused little black dots to dance across your vision. "Don't leave me," you reached out to grab his hand. "Please stay with me." 

Logan held on tight as Apocalypse reached out to put a hand on his shoulder.  

"I'll find my way back to you," he promised just as he shuddered. He threw his head back, gasping for breath, before he trembled. His head dropped back down and when he met your eyes, there was no recognition.  

His expression was blank, and you had never managed to realize that Logan always looked at you with longing, want, love in his eyes until it was gone.  

"Come with me," Apocalypse ordered, prompting Logan to stand.  

You reached out for him, your fingers only just brushing against his calf before he was gone.  

You stared at the spot where Logan disappeared, hoping he would somehow materialize again. But you remembered how Apocalypse operated. First, he found his Horsemen, and then he wreaked destruction on the world.  

You knew you were in shock, and you knew you needed to get up, but you couldn't move. Injuries aside, you couldn't believe that Logan was being ripped away from you again. You had just gotten back on track and now you had stumbled off again, directionless and getting farther away from where you wanted to be.  

A raindrop broke you out of your stupor and you turned your head to look at the sky. You didn't even notice the approaching storm, but even with the threat of rain, you couldn't bring yourself to get up.  

All you could think about was Logan. Logan, who now didn't remember you and was going on Apocalypse's crusade to rule the world. Logan, who had held you so lovingly in his arms just hours ago, telling you he loved you. Logan, who had promised to return, but with each second and minute that passed, you knew he wasn't coming back.  

By the time it was pouring and your clothes were soaked and you were in so much agony that you were shaking, you finally forced yourself to stand. You stumbled over towards the covered porch, a hand pressed to your side, and climbed the few steps that would take you to the rocking chair you had favored since arriving. You let yourself fall into it, sucking in an unsteady breath. You made yourself slip your phone out of your pocket, the screen cracked from Apocalypse's forcefield, but still working.  

Your fingers were numb and didn't want to cooperate, but you finally managed to scroll through your contacts and stop at 'Papa Deadpool.' Wade had been the one to enter his number in, but you never thought to change the name he had given himself.  

You listened to ring after ring, terrified that he wouldn't pick up. Your mind was spinning and you couldn't land on any sane thought that wasn't Logan or fear or heartbreak. But one thing was so ingrained in your brain by now that you were glad it had stuck despite the panic you were feeling.  

When your back was against the wall and you had nowhere else to go, you could always count on Wade.  

"Y/N, what the fuck are you doing calling me?" Wade asked, his voice playful and such a relief to you. "I thought I gave you explicit instructions to let Logan fuck you stupid, so this better be a butt dial. Although, if it is and you're doing what I think you're doing, then I don't want to know why your phone is anywhere near your ass. Unless it feels amazing, and you think I should try it on Vanessa. You know, I've always wondered, if you and Logan are fucking and you go invisible, then can Logan see--" 

"Wade," you whispered, heartbroken and desolate.  

Wade fell silent on the other line. "Y/N?" He tried, his tone now serious. "Where are you?" 

"At the B&B," you managed, wishing that you could stop shaking. You could feel your teeth begin to clack together, and you weren't even sure if it was because you were now freezing and soaked or the shock of losing Logan that was affecting you. "Logan, he's--" 

"He didn't hurt you, did he?" Wade asked, turning away from the phone to shout something at Piotr. He sounded cautious, a bit disbelieving, but you knew that if there was a world where Logan hurt you and you told Wade, he would have your back without a second thought.  

"No," you got out, having to choke back a sob. "He's gone, Wade. He was taken. And now I can hardly breathe, and I can't drive like this, and I just need your help. I have to find him." 

"Piotr," you heard Wade snap. "Put that down and get us wheels up in ten," he commanded, tone brooking no argument. "Because it's the baby bird and she needs wings," he barked, before turning his attention back to you. "Who took Logan? What happened?" 

You opened your mouth to reply, but nothing came out. Every pull of breath stung, and it felt like your chest was constricting, running out of air.  

"Y/N?" Wade tried again, his tone nearly pleading. "C'mon, baby bird, you're scaring me here. I'm gonna need to hear you talk." 

"Apocalypse," you breathed, feeling another swell of anxiety threaten to drown you. "Apocalypse took Logan. I couldn't stop him. He's too powerful. Last time I fought him, I had a team. I had...," you trailed off, not wanting to admit that it had taken Jean unleashing all her fury on Apocalypse to take him down. Erik had helped, but you knew Jean had dealt the brunt of the damage. She had been blinded with rage and kept at Apocalypse until he was nearly reduced to ashes. Erik had helped contain Apocalypse, but you were sure she would have been the one to deal the killing blow no matter what.  

"Shit," Wade groaned. "Alright, listen, I'm going to get Piotr to steal the X-Jet and we'll be there soon, baby bird. Hold on tight for me, okay?" 

You nodded your head, knowing Wade wouldn't be able to see the reaction, before hanging up.  

You weren't sure how long you sat there, watching the storm unfold before you. You tried to take steady, even breaths, ignoring the pull of pain and the way you were wheezing. You would need someone to help make sure your ribs could heal on their own and you would need to make sure more damage hadn't been done. Your thoughts were on Logan, so you didn't realize you weren't alone until Wade was kneeling in front of you, his hands on your knees. You realized he had been calling your name, trying to get your attention for a while.  

"Ah, fuck, what the hell happened to you?" He stood when he noticed you were finally looking at him and not through him. He reached out and grabbed your arm, pulling you to your feet.  

You cried out in pain, clutching your side. "Broken ribs," you gasped, letting yourself lean on Wade.  

"Let's get you out of here," Wade said, nodding at Piotr who was at the car. He was getting into the driver's seat, intent on driving it up the ramp that had descended from the back of the X-Jet. "And once we get you inside, you can tell me what happened." 

You let Wade lead you into the X-Jet. It wasn't until you were in a seat, Wade fussing over you, that you realized there was a stranger sitting in a seat on the opposite side of the plane.  

"Uh, Wade? Who's that?" You asked, pointing at the guy in a red and blue spandex suit with a black spider on the chest.  

"Huh? Oh! I picked up this kid in Queens. Thought we might need reinforcements," he claimed, glancing over at the guy.  

"Hey," the stranger said with a nearly bashful wave of his hand. "I'm Peter?" His voice sounded unsure, and unmistakably young, and you were starting to suspect he was a teenager.  

"Wade," you said, shooting him a disappointed look. "Did you kidnap him?" 

"What? Tony Stark did it in Civil War," Wade argued, gesturing at the kid. "We needed a team, right? So, I scooped up the little rugrat and brought him just in case we needed a little, y'know," he said before holding out his wrist, his middle and ring finger tucked under his thumb as he made a soft whistling noise.  

"Take him home," you demanded, shooting the kid an apologetic look. "He shouldn't be here." 

Wade groaned in frustration before nodding his head. "No, you're right. He's more sequel material, anyways." 

Once Peter was dropped off back in Queens, the kid even yelling out a ‘thank you’ with a wave of his hand, it wasn't long before Piotr was landing the X-Jet at the mansion. Wade helped you inside, and you were surprised to see Alex pacing in the foyer, obviously worried.  

"What's going on?" You wondered, knowing that it couldn't have anything to do with what happened to you. You had gotten closer to Alex, but you didn’t warrant nearly the level of concern he was showing.  

"Two of the X-Men were taken yesterday," Piotr explained, shooting Alex a wary glance.  

"Who?" You couldn't help but wonder, thinking it must have had something to do with Apocalypse. Had he already found his Horsemen? How long until you were all doomed? 

"My brother," Alex snapped, not bothering to stop pacing. "And his girlfriend." 

"Jean?" You had only seen this universe's Cyclops and Jean once and it had been enough for you. They were young, barely in their early twenties, their whole lives still ahead of them. They weren't nearly as powerful as the heroes you had known in your universe, but you hoped that they might have been able to help a little with the Apocalypse situation.  

"We have no idea where they are," Alex growled, visibly distraught. "The Prof has been trying to reach them, but he hasn't been able to yet." 

"Fuck," Wade moaned, glancing around the foyer as if he would find an answer to all of your problems somewhere. "We can't just catch one tiny break. It's like the author wants us to suffer." 

"Logan was just taken from me," you admitted with a wince. It was half from the pain and half from the thought that you would have to explain the situation to Laura. "Where's Laura?" You asked Wade, letting him start to lead you into the sitting room just off the foyer.  

"When I left her, the little munchkin was kicking Blind Al's ass at Mario Kart," Wade assured you, pressing a hand to your lower back, attempting to help you settle on the couch. "Do you guys have a medic or something? She's got some broken ribs that might need to get looked over. Make sure she doesn’t pop a lung or something." 

"I might be able to help with that," a voice volunteered.  

You froze at the voice, recognizing it as one of the last people you wanted to see at the moment.  

"Remy," you greeted, not even bothering to turn to look at him.  

He rounded the couch before sitting on the coffee table, ignoring Piotr's noise of protest. "Hello, chérie," he drawled, smirking at you.  

"What the fuck are you doing here?" You asked, glaring at him. "I thought you would've been long gone by now." 

Remy shrugged his shoulders, studying you. "Now that I'm free, I need a place to stay. Somewhere Sinister's friends won't bother looking for me." 

You scoffed, grimacing when pain shot through your side.  

"Let's get you fixed up, hm?" Remy asked, standing and reaching out to help you off the couch.  

Wade went with you, keeping an eye on Remy, as if he didn't trust him.  

"You know how to fix some broken ribs?" You checked, skeptical that Remy had any sort of medical training.  

"I've been injured enough times to know how to mend a few things, yes," Remy allowed with a grin. “It’s really not as bad as all that.” 

Wade helped you follow Remy, his arm gently wrapped around your waist, careful not to put any pressure on your ribs.  

"Why are you helping me now?" You couldn't help but wonder. Wade was your best friend and you knew that he was fiercely protective of anyone he considered part of his family. But Remy had kidnapped you and left you to become Sinister’s experiment. You couldn’t trust Remy just yet, but at least you could trust Wade to shoot him if Remy so much as looked at you funny.  

Remy shot you a glance over his shoulder, his eyes flaring red, before continuing to lead you downstairs. You knew he was heading for the infirmary, and you wondered just how long Remy had been staying at the X-Mansion. "Because of you, the Gambit works for no one but the Gambit now." 

You heard Wade snort. "Someone's still full of himself," he muttered, keeping his voice low.  

"Because of you," you snarled, wishing you weren't injured and worried about Logan, because you would have certainly been ready to fight Remy. "I can't get Nathaniel out of my fucking head. Because of you, I feel like he's always in there, ready to tear my mind apart all over again. Because of you--," you cut off with a whine of pain, agony flaring up from your side into your chest.  

"Easy now, chérie," Remy warned, stopping at the door to the infirmary. "You'll be of no use to your Logan if you hurt yourself even more." 

You wanted to argue and tell him that it was none of his damn business, but the fight had drained out of you. Now, you were exhausted and starting to ache from keeping yourself as still as you could, not wanting to aggravate your injury.  

So, you submitted to Remy's exam, aware that Wade refused to leave your side. When Remy lifted your shirt to get a better look at your ribs, Wade slapped his hand away, pointing an accusing finger at him.  

"You keep your damn hands to yourself, buddy. She's taken," he snapped, staring Remy down.  

Remy rolled his eyes before holding his hands up in surrender. "Do you want me to help her or not? I'm sure your friend would love that you let his girlfriend suffer." 

"Wade, it's fine," you sighed, inching your shirt up yourself. Your side was already bruised and even though the movement sent a blinding white light shooting across your vision, you were ready to let Remy help. The sooner you had a better range of movement, the sooner you could set about finding out how to get Logan back.   

Later, after Remy felt along your side, confirming that your injury was serious, but not fatal, he grabbed you an ice pack, advising you to press it to your side, and some pain medication. “You’ll need rest,” he warned you, “but seeing as your Logan is missing, I’m sure you’ll ignore that. Try, at least, yeah?” And then he was gone, leaving you to lean into Wade’s side.  

"Some help he was," Wade muttered, kicking his feet lightly before jumping off the exam table. "I could’ve figured that out by checking WebMD. Let's get you upstairs. Maybe we can figure out what the fuck we need to do to get angry bear back." 

When you got back upstairs, total chaos had descended on the mansion. Tensions were already high with two X-Men missing, but now there was yelling and Alex was cursing before something shattered.  

Wade led you into the sitting room from before and you froze just inside the doorway, staring at the five new people who were now there.  

"Cable?" Wade laughed before moving forward, clapping a hand to his shoulder. "Where the hell you been, loca?" 

Cable shrugged off Wade's hand, ignoring him.  

Your attention had been caught by the man lying on the couch. He was cradling a broken arm and littered in cuts and bruises. There was a deep gash along his side that was still bleeding onto the towel that had been placed under him.  

"Erik?" You called, cautiously approaching him.  

You had never seen him look so defeated.  

Charles was now situated near Erik's head, watching him with concern. There was also a boy and a girl, who looked like they were no older than twenty, sitting in armchairs by each other. The girl had red hair and the boy's hair was silver. The boy was angled in his chair, as if trying to shield the girl from the strangers in the room.  

Erik glanced up at you, frowning. "Who the fuck are you?" 

"I'm--," you started, before realizing it was useless. He wasn't your Erik and he wouldn't know you. "Never mind," you waved off the question. "What the hell is going on now?" You directed at Cable, growing weary of the questions piling up without receiving any answers.  

"En Sabah Nur," Cable answered, his voice gruff and irritated. "Or Apocalypse, as others might know him, has risen and taken a Horseman."  

"My daughter," Erik supplied, struggling to sit up, despite Charles' worried glance. "He took Lorna away from me, and when I tried to stop him, his beast did this. I needed to find somewhere safe for my other children," he added, nodding at the girl and boy. "I couldn't risk them either." 

"Apocalypse took Logan from me," you commiserated, "and broke my ribs in the process. He would've killed me, but Logan stopped him. He let Apocalypse take him in exchange for letting me live." You knew without a doubt that Logan had been the one to hurt Erik and you hated that Apocalypse was using him as his puppet.  

You felt your lips twist to the side, an instinctive reaction to the lump you felt forming in your throat. You wanted to cry and scream and throw a fit, because life was well and truly throwing you back towards rock bottom after you had worked so hard on clawing your way free. 

"Why is Apocalypse taking people?" The boy piped up, ignoring the girl's hiss of 'Pietro.' "He forming his own team or what?" 

"Something like that," Cable allowed with a nod of his head. "He finds his Horsemen and uses them to accomplish world domination. Apocalypse, if left unchecked, will rule well into the future. First, he'll take New York, and then he'll take the world. He'll set off an evolutionary pattern in which mutants are the ruling class and humans are merely subordinates. We have to stop that from happening." 

"How do you know so much about him, huh?" Pietro asked, tilting his chin up, defiant. "You two buddies or something?" 

Cable smirked, but he wasn't amused. "Apocalypse kidnapped me when I was a baby and infected me with a virus that was meant to kill me. In the future, he will slaughter millions, humans and mutants, just to ensure that he's holding the reigns. He's obsessed with the ideology of survival of the fittest and he'll do everything in his power to adhere to that, despite the body count he'll leave in his wake. So, no, we're not buddies." 

Pietro simply nodded his head, letting out a soft 'oh,' before going quiet again.  

"We know why Erik is here," you started, nodding at Magneto. "But why are you?"  

"He saved us," the red-haired girl chimed in. "Apocalypse was about to kill us all when Cable showed up and got us out of there." 

"And you knew somehow? That he was back?" You couldn't help but wonder, shooting Cable a questioning glance.  

"Yes," Cable answered. "Apocalypse wasn't set to wake for several more years. I wanted to find out what caused him to rise early."  

"When he took Logan, he mentioned that Sinister's death triggered it, because his followers woke him early. He wanted Logan for his Death, and now he's taken Lorna, so if he's using her as a Horseman, then he only needs two more. And if he's got Scott and Jean, then he might be ready for the next stage of his plan. It won't be long after that until he gets the power he's seeking. That's all he really cares about, right? Power and mutant supremacy. Once he has that, it'll be nearly impossible to stop him." 

Everyone was watching you with interest, including Wade, but it was Cable who spoke.  

"Apocalypse hasn't woken in over a century," Cable started, taking a step towards you. "How do you know so much about him?" 

"We faced him in my original universe," you confessed, resisting the urge to cross your arms over your chest, knowing it would only hurt. "He...," you trailed off, shooting Alex an apologetic look. "He killed Scott in my universe. And then that Jean Grey and Erik Lehnsherr killed Apocalypse." You shared a look with Remy, forgetting for just a moment that he was in the room. He would have known all about you and what happened in your universe with Apocalypse, since he stole your TVA file. "Apocalypse might not have succeeded, but he still destroyed my universe." 

"Fuck," Alex snarled, turning to hit the wall, his shoulders drawn tight with anger. "We have to get my brother back." 

"Well, how the fuck are we supposed to do that?" Wade wondered, gesturing towards Erik. "Jean's kidnapped, Magneto's useless, and Apocalypse, in case you haven't been paying attention, is powerful as fuck." 

You took a moment to consider Erik where he was on the couch. His face was twisted up in pain and Charles leaned over to murmur something to him. You could try to defeat Apocalypse with the team you had now, but you were terrified that it wouldn't be enough. This Erik wasn't in any shape to fight Apocalypse, but you hoped that you knew an Erik who could. If you missed the mark on this, then Logan might be lost to you forever.  

You couldn't let that happen.  

You turned to face Cable, knowing that you had already made up your mind. "I need a favor," you told him, knowing that if he refused, you would have nothing else. "I need you to contact someone from my universe. Magik," you added when Cable didn't reply, simply staring at you with an unnerving intensity. "Tell her that Y/N needs her. And to bring Erik, <i>my</i> Erik, with her. He stopped Apocalypse once, he can do it again." 

"And Jean?" Cable suggested, raising an eyebrow at you in question. “It sounds like she also had a hand in destroying Apocalypse.” 

"Leave her homewrecking ass at home," Wade scoffed, shaking his head. "We'll do this without her, right?" Wade asked, bumping his shoulder companionably into yours.  

You did your best to keep the wince off your face, both from Wade's words and the pain that shot through your side.  

"Tell Magik to bring anyone willing to help," you conceded, knowing there was no way in hell Jean would care enough to get herself mixed up with Apocalypse a second time. You never wanted to see her again and you were sure the feeling was mutual.  

With any luck, it would just be Illyana and Erik, and you hoped that was all you needed. Illyana was incredibly powerful in her own right, and you knew that if you got the chance, you would ask her to get Logan away from Apocalypse, since she could simply grab him and teleport him away. Multiversal travel, while potentially dangerous, might just be the answer you needed to save Logan.  

Cable finally dipped his head in a nod. "I hope you know what you're doing," he said before stepping back, giving himself enough space to consider the device strapped to his wrist. "Don't do anything stupid until I get back," he shot at Wade, ignoring Wade's indignant snort, before he disappeared.  

"Well, this just got anticlimactic," Wade muttered, nudging you towards the only free armchair. You shot him a grateful look as you dropped down into it, careful not to bend your torso too much.  

Wade left you with a pat on the shoulder, moving over towards Piotr. Erik and Charles were locked in a heated discussion and Remy seemed content to stand with his back to the wall, observing everyone as if he thought someone might attack at any moment. Alex had already stormed out of the room, but you knew he would come back. He wasn’t going to pass up any opportunity that might save his brother.  

"You mentioned Sinister," Erik's daughter pointed out, pulling you from your thoughts.  

You turned to look at her, seeing that she was already watching you with interest. "I did," you confirmed, wondering why she had latched onto that.  

"We knew him," she admitted, with a wry twist of her lips. "He experimented on my brother and me." She brought her hands up, palms facing each other, before slowly pulling them apart, a red glowing ball of energy appearing between them. She let it dance between her fingers for a moment before she waved it away. "Our father found us in a lab and took us away." 

"The Maximoff twins," you remembered, thinking of Nathaniel listing his greatest experiments when he had you strapped to a lab table.  

"Wanda," she introduced, gifting you a small smile. "I take it you were acquainted with him as well?" 

You couldn't help the laugh that escaped you. "You could say that. He was a fucking psycho." 

"And he's dead? Truly?" Wanda insisted, leaning over in her chair to consider you.  

"Killed him myself," you assured her, meeting her relieved grin with one of your own.  

"Good," Pietro piped up, sporting a pleased expression. "That fucker was sadistic." 

Your laugh was cut off by Cable reappearing in the room.  

You stood, disregarding the twinge of pain, as you faced him. "Well? Did you find her?" 

"He found me," a voice called from across the room. You turned to see Illyana standing there, her portal still open behind her. "And I brought company." 

Erik stepped through the portal next. His expression was grave, and you knew he had been clued in on Apocalypse's emergence in this universe. He spared a brief glance for Charles and the other Erik, who were both watching him in fascination and wariness respectively, before he approached you. He drew you into a hug, gentling his touch when you went stiff in his arms.  

"So, Apocalypse is back and your brute has been marked for Death," he murmured, leaning back to get a better look at you. "And you're injured. I don't know why I ever let you come back here." 

"Because I'm happier here," you reminded him, "most of the time. I just need to get Logan back," you added, knowing that you weren't going to be able to stop until you were dead, or Logan was by your side again.  

Erik frowned at that, and he grew tense. "Listen, I need to warn you--" 

Erik's words were cut off when the portal rippled and a woman walked into the room. She was wearing a yellow and green suit with a brown leather jacket. Her hands were covered with yellow gloves and there was a black 'X' emblazoned on the chest of her suit. But the most distinctive part of her appearance was the white strands of hair that framed her face, a shocking contrast from her natural brown hair color.  

"Rogue?" You wondered, shooting Erik a questioning look. "You had to warn me about Rogue? We weren't exactly friends, but it's not like I hated her either. She'll be a good addition to the team," you mused, already thinking of ways she might be useful in the upcoming fight with Apocalypse. 

"No, not Rogue," Erik allowed with a wince and you suddenly knew why he had tried to alert you about what was about to happen. "Cable said you were looking for volunteers and I don't know why, but they both were adamant about joining us." 

You wished Magik had closed the portal after Rogue, but you knew she was keeping it open for a reason. You had been stupid, naive, to think that it would be so easy. You had never once been fully granted a wish without multiple strings attached and as the air around the portal rippled, signaling another newcomer, you knew your plan was about to come crashing down around you.  

You felt your breath leave you all in a rush when Jean stepped through the portal. She was no longer pregnant, and she had her shoulders squared, as if ready for a fight. You hoped, prayed, that the portal would seal itself, but it allowed one more person through.  

The other Logan stepped into the room, coming to a halt at Jean's side. Magik closed the portal, sealing them off from their universe and effectively trapping them in yours. You felt yourself freeze, as if trying to evade a predator's sight, but both of their gazes unerringly found you. Jean looked nearly disinterested, but the other Logan's eyes flashed with something you didn't want to name.  

"Damn," Wade sighed before he whistled, shooting you a disbelieving look over his shoulder. "Now that's a cliffhanger."  Author's Note: So, there's a very real chance that this fic is going to end after this current arc. I'm not sure if that means the sixth one will be the last or if there will be an epilogue, but I'm sure this will have a sequel eventually, so I might nix the epilogue idea since it would be pretty final for this 'verse. That being said, I am working on mini fics based on the idea that the-gentle-spirit had with each Logan having their own Y/N. I'm hoping to post the first one (Old Man Logan) for my actual birthday later this month. I also have a Wade/Reader/Logan fic planned and I'm excited about that one. If you would like to be tagged in the sixth (most likely final chapter), let me know! If you want to be tagged in all my future Logan fics, let me know! I've got ideas, y'all, so this won't be the last time y'all see me posting about Logan. I think I just need a break from this 'verse since reader engagement has waned a lot since the first couple chapters. That being said, thank you to everyone who has shown this love and left me all types of amazing support and feedback. Y'all have really kept me going. Taglist: @wonderfrost @mrsyixingunicorn10 @blackbleedingrose @arrozyfrijoles23 @elianamarie-blog

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Find You Again (Drabble)

Jenna Ortega x Fem!Reader

(pictures not mine)

Summary: Four months post-breakup, Y/N "swiftly" moved on, entangled with a rising singer. Jenna, still raw from their shattered romance, covertly attended Y/N's performance at Coachella Valley Music. The echo of Y/N's new song sliced through her soul like a knife, reigniting her heartbreak with an unbearable intensity.

Warnings: curse words, notify me if there are any

A/N: This is a backstory. A new song released by Wendy, so listen to it if you can!

Song: His Car Isn't Yours // WENDY

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"Do you wanna go around to get some food?" Mia asked Jenna, obviously trying to get her away from the stage where Y/N will perform in a few. The both of you planned this; You will perform your first ever stage in Coachella while she watch you. But it turns out that the world has other plans for the both of you.

You broke up with each other four months ago, but you are now dating a rising singer for two months. It fucking hurt, really. It hurt Jenna so deep. She never heard from you after you dropped off her things in her house and she went away to do filming.

"No, uhm, you go ahead, I'm not really hungry" Jenna smiled timidly to her sister. Mia nodded and leaves Jenna alone at their spot, near enough to watch you clearly, but far enough to not be seen.

Five minutes later, the crowd are cheering for your opening song. Jenna was watching you sing, reminiscing those days where the both of you were in a studio and she was the only person that gets to hear your masterpiece. She wants to gatekeep you actually, she doesn't want anyone thinking that they wanted to be yours. Because you are only hers and she's only for you.

She remembers how she drives to your house, picking you up, driving fast in the highway and driving slow through the suburbs. She remembers how you were always waiting up in your driveway waiting for her car to park in front so that you can greet her. Jenna sometimes parks her car on the other side of the street just to surprise you, but hell she wonders how you still noticed where she is parked.

A tear fell from her eyes, she wiped it up fast, not wanting to be seen. She hates herself right now, she hates how she is so hung up on you while you were out there dating some dude. Jenna thought to herself, "Did some force take you because I didn't pray?" because if it did, right here, right now, she'll be on her knees begging that things aren't real and she's just dreaming.

Your voice break her thoughts when you said "So this song is for someone... that has been a part of my life. A big part actually." You bitterly smiled, Jenna saw the camera focused on you, it didn't go unnoticed that you were actually finding someone in the crowd. You continue to speak "So uhm, if you are ever here, this is for you."

Jenna is nervous, because it's either you sing a song about that dude or your gonna sing about her. But she doesn't want to get her hopes high, so she did some breathing exercises to ground herself when the intro of the song started.

You start singing the song, it was... a sad one. A song that is actually about you and her. The moon is taking over the sun making the venue a tad bit darker, making the fans lit up the flashlights on their phone.

You moved to the center of the stage, closer to the people that are watching you. Scanning every possible face that your low resolution eyes can see. Trying so hard to find Jenna, because she promised. She promised she'll watch your first performance in Coachella.

Am I supposed to find someone

Makes me feel how I felt?

I'm trying think it's time that

I try again with someone new

The stream of tears on Jenna's face is now continuous, no matter how hard she tried to stop herself, she just couldn't. No one knew the relationship that you two had, no one knew that the two of you are connected. The both of you are rising stars in each track that you take, but the both of you are still not famous enough to break the internet with some dating rumors.

Now it's eight o'clock and I'm waiting on

This good guy to come pick me up

I just wanna have a good night

He's pulling up, oh my God, I see the headlights

And he opens my door but his car isn't yours

It's not you anymore in my driveway

It isn't you drivers seat on the highway

It isn't you on your way every Friday

And I hate that it hurts that his car isn't yours, yeah

But that car isn't yours

No, his car isn't yours

Yeah

The bridge hit every part of Jenna's heart that screams your name, which absolutely every part of her entire being. After your break up, she just drive past your house just to see if you are awake, to see if your dining room light is on, or just to see you in your driveway waiting for her.

Now it's 2 AM, he just dropped me off

Asked if he could come in, I told him maybe not

Then he asked what he did, I said that nothing's wrong

It wasn't your car

The song ended in a sad beat with you thanking everybody on your team, the festival, and the audience that watched you. Sad to say, you ended your set with a broken heart. You were happy, of course, being able to perform on a big music festival with a lot of people that can support you and listen to your music. But Jenna wasn't there, you didn't see Jenna standing on her spot, rooted there like she was planted.

But that car isn't yours

No, his car isn't yours, mmm-mmm

Eh-yeah, mmm, yeah

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A/N: Chapter 3 is not still finished but here is a drabble for Find You Again. If you have any drabble ideas for Find You Again, just send it! Thanks for reading, hope you enjoyed it!

[soleilpinto]

What they Lost (Oscar Piastri) ୧ ‧₊˚ 🍮 ⋅ ☆

“I’ve been noticing you lately,” ⋆.˚୧☆˙📙˚꩜

Synopsis: You despised the constant feeling that no one was on your side because of the social hierarchy at your school, but thankfully, you had Oscar by your side to make it all a little more bearable.

Genre: Angst, Comfort

AU: Highschool!au

Pairing: Oscar Piastri x GN!reader

Warnings: Emotional damage (jk idk), nothing else

Note: Hey gang, this was a fic that was sitting in my google docs for god knows how long and I just decided to give it a new life. This was lowkey originally a Mingyu from SVT fic but I changed it to Oscar. The whole consensus of this was the shit I experienced 2 years ago when I had a falling out with a couple friends of mine. Anyways, enjoy Oscar and how much of a sweetheart he is, and don’t forget to like + reblog!

You let out a sigh, resting your head on the desk as the bell rang, signaling the start of your break.

The lively chatter of your classmates filled the room, but it all blurred into the background as you slowly closed your eyes.

Despite the crowded classroom buzzing with life, a hollow sense of loneliness lingered within you, accompanied by an unmistakable boredom.

By now, the feeling had become your new normal. You had a group of friends, but lately, it didn’t feel that way. Ever since the growing sense of alienation crept in, you couldn’t shake the feeling of being left out.

You lifted your head slowly, glancing over at your friends. They were engrossed in their own conversations, too preoccupied to notice you.

Deciding it wasn’t worth the effort, you let your head sink back onto the desk, passing the time in silence.

There was a time when you were the lively one—chatty and cheerful, your bright smile lighting up every room. But those days felt like a distant memory now.

Over time, you had conditioned yourself to embrace solitude, finding a bittersweet comfort in your own company.

It was a sad reality; you used to hate being alone. But people change, and as the weeks passed, you had grown quieter, retreating into yourself little by little.

The cheerful conversations and bursts of laughter from your friends echoed around you, but you chose to tune them out, keeping to yourself.

No one ever really noticed you anyway—not when you were always stuck in their shadows.

They were the popular ones, the ones everyone gravitated toward, while you were just... there. A tagalong, invisible in their glow.

A minute passed before you suddenly felt a hand rest gently on your shoulder. Turning to see who it was, you found yourself face-to-face with Oscar Piastri, an old acquaintance from your elementary school days.

"Are you okay? You looked a bit lonely, and I thought you might need some company," he said softly, his voice filled with genuine concern.

For a moment, your heart seemed to stop. You fought back the sudden urge to cry on the spot.

You hated being the reason someone worried about you, but the truth was, you were utterly burnt out, dreading every moment you spent at school.

"I'm alright," you replied, forcing a weak laugh.

"I mean, I could be better, but there's not much I can do about it." The humorless tone in your voice betrayed how you really felt.

Whatever was going on with your friends was only part of what you were dealing with, but there was no way you could unload all of that on Oscar. It felt far too personal to share.

“If you’re not feeling okay, you can always talk to me,” he said with a warm chuckle. “I’m not the best at giving advice, but I can always listen.”

“You sure?” you asked, forcing a small smile in an attempt to lighten the mood. “I mean, I don’t want to bother you. It’s... a lot.”

But Oscar didn’t waver, his expression steady and resolute. “I’m sure,” he replied firmly, his sincerity impossible to ignore.

Just as you were about to respond, the proctor for your next exam had walked in, and Oscar quickly had to rush back to his seat.

Before he left, he turned back and said softly, “We’ll talk later, okay?”

You nodded, watching him go, and for the first time in what felt like ages, a small smile crept onto your face.

It was a moment in passing, but you realized just how long it had been since you’d smiled like that—genuinely.

As the bell rang, signaling the end of class, you packed your things and headed out of the room.

Your friends didn’t even glance your way, their laughter and chatter continuing as if you didn’t exist. It stung, but you had grown used to it by now.

Walking down the hallway alone, you kept your head down, blending into the crowd. Suddenly, you heard someone call your name, a voice cutting through the noise.

Turning around, you saw Oscar jogging toward you, a grin spread across his face. “Hey, wait up!” he called, catching his breath as he reached you.

“Thought I’d lost you in the sea of people,” he teased, falling into step beside you.

His cheerful energy was infectious, and for a moment, you forgot about the loneliness that had been weighing you down.

As the two of you exited the school gates, Oscar stuffed his hands into his pockets and looked at you with a mischievous glint in his eye.

“Alright, I’ve got an idea,” he said.

“Oh no,” you joked. “Should I be worried?”

“Not at all,” he replied, grinning even wider. “There’s this racing sim arcade not too far from here. Ever been?”

You shook your head, intrigued. “Can’t say I have.”

“Perfect,” Oscar said, his enthusiasm unmistakable.

“I’ll show you the ropes. It’s about time I gave you a glimpse into my world of Formula racing.”

Before you knew it, the two of you were on your way, Oscar leading the charge. The racing sim arcade was bustling with energy, the sounds of engines roaring and cheers filling the air.

Oscar wasted no time, guiding you to a simulator.

“Alright, rookie,” he said, flashing a playful smirk. “Let’s see if you’ve got what it takes to keep up with me.”

You laughed, shaking your head. “I’m warning you now—I’m terrible at this kind of thing.”

“Everyone starts somewhere,” he said, sliding into the seat beside you. “Just follow my lead, and you’ll be fine.”

You found yourself laughing and having fun, the weight of the day melting away as Oscar patiently walked you through the controls and cheered you on through every twist and turn.

After a couple of exhilarating rounds at the racing sim arcade, the two of you finally decided to call it a day.

The sun was beginning to set as you stepped outside, the cool evening air brushing against your face.

“Alright,” Oscar said, stretching his arms above his head.

“Now that I’ve completely demolished you in racing, how about I make it up to you with dinner?”

“You demolished me?” you teased, raising an eyebrow. “Pretty sure I had you sweating on that last lap.”

“Sure, sure,” he said with a laugh, nudging your shoulder.

“Come on, I’ve got a place in mind.”

You followed him curiously, and to your surprise, he led you to your favorite restaurant. You stopped in your tracks, staring at the familiar sign.

“Wait… how do you know this is my favorite place?” you asked, narrowing your eyes at him.

Oscar grinned, clearly pleased with himself. “I have my ways.”

“You’re suspiciously good at this,” you muttered, still surprised as you stepped inside.

Once seated, the two of you dove into your meals, the comfort of the food warming you from the inside out. For the first time in weeks, you felt at ease.

As you finished a bite, you glanced at Oscar, the question that had been lingering in your mind finally slipping out.

“So, why did you suddenly approach me today? You’ve known me for years, but you’ve never really gone out of your way like this before.”

Oscar looked down at his plate for a moment, his usual playful demeanor softening. “I’ve been noticing you lately,” he admitted quietly, meeting your gaze.

“You’re not the same person you used to be. You used to be so bright, always smiling, always so... you. But lately, you’ve seemed different—quieter, withdrawn.”

His words hit deeper than you expected, and for a moment, you couldn’t find the right words to respond.

“I didn’t want to overstep,” he continued, “but I figured someone had to check in on you. And I thought… well, maybe it could be me.”

You looked at him, surprised by his honesty.

The sincerity in his expression was impossible to ignore, and you felt something stir within you—a mix of gratitude and relief.

“Thanks,” you said softly, your voice barely above a whisper. “I didn’t think anyone really noticed.”

Oscar gave you a small, reassuring smile.

“Well, I did. And for what it’s worth, I miss seeing you happy. So… if you ever need someone to remind you how great you are, I’m here.”

You hesitated for a moment, staring down at your plate as Oscar’s words sank in.

The vulnerability in his voice, the genuine concern in his eyes—it felt safe, like you could finally let go of the weight you’d been carrying.

“Thank you,” you said softly, your voice trembling just a little. “For noticing. And for caring. I guess… I haven’t really had anyone to talk to about this.”

Oscar tilted his head, his frown deepening slightly. “Why’s that? I mean, your friends—”

“They’re not really my friends anymore,” you interrupted, the words tasting bitter as they left your mouth.

You took a deep breath, trying to steady yourself.

“They… they started spreading rumors about me, saying things that weren’t true. At first, it was little stuff, but then it just got worse. They twisted everything, made me out to be someone I’m not. And instead of asking me about it, they all just… decided I wasn’t worth being around anymore.”

Oscar’s brows furrowed, and his jaw tightened as you spoke. “Wait, are you serious? They just… turned on you like that?”

You nodded, forcing yourself to meet his gaze.

“Yeah. I didn’t even realize what was happening until it was too late. By the time I tried to fix things, no one wanted to listen. I guess they all decided it was easier to just… believe the worst about me.”

Oscar leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms as a frown settled on his face. “And you’ve been dealing with this all by yourself?”

“I didn’t really have a choice,” you admitted, your voice quieter now.

“I mean, who was I supposed to talk to? Everyone I thought I could count on was gone.”

Oscar shook his head, looking genuinely upset.

“That’s messed up. You shouldn’t have had to go through that alone. They weren’t your real friends if they could just drop you like that.”

His words hit you harder than you expected, and for a moment, your chest felt tight.

You hadn’t let yourself fully process how much their betrayal hurt, but hearing someone else say it out loud made it all feel more real.

“I guess I didn’t want to bother anyone,” you said with a weak shrug, trying to downplay the weight of it.

“Bother?” Oscar repeated, his tone sharp with disbelief. “You’re not a bother. You’re... you. And you deserve better than what they did to you.”

For a moment, you were too stunned to respond. His words were so firm, so certain, that they left no room for doubt.

“Thanks,” you finally whispered, a small smile creeping onto your face. “It means a lot that you’d say that.”

Oscar softened, his frown giving way to a gentle smile.

“Of course. You’re not alone in this, okay? I’ve got your back now. And if they can’t see how great you are, that’s their loss.”

The tightness in your chest began to ease, a weight lifting that you hadn’t even realized you were carrying.

Maybe you didn’t need those friends after all. Maybe having someone like Oscar in your corner was enough.

The next exam day arrived, and Oscar found you before the test began, reviewing with you in the quiet moments before the bell rang. His presence was reassuring, and his gentle guidance helped calm your nerves.

He stepped away for a moment to grab something, and it was then that your old friend group approached.

They didn’t even offer a greeting—just a curious, judgmental look that you immediately recognized.

“Hey, what’s with you and Oscar?” one of them asked, their tone dripping with disdain. “Why would someone like him waste his time hanging around someone like you?”

You felt a knot tighten in your stomach as the words stung.

They had always been the kind of people who looked down on others, but hearing them say it out loud, especially in this moment, felt almost suffocating.

“You know,” another one chimed in, “he could be hanging out with literally anyone else, but he’s with you. What’s the deal?”

Your pulse quickened, and despite the sudden rush of old emotions, you forced yourself to stay calm.

Oscar had already shown you that you didn’t need their approval. But it still hurt, their words laced with judgment, as if you were somehow undeserving of kindness or friendship.

Before you could respond, Oscar reappeared, catching the tail end of the conversation.

His eyes flicked from you to the group, and without missing a beat, he stood next to you, his presence instantly protective.

“Actually,” he said coolly, looking directly at your old friends, “I choose who I hang out with based on who’s worth my time. And you guys clearly aren’t.”

The words were sharp, final. There was no hesitation in his tone, no room for argument. Oscar didn’t wait for a response, just turned back to you with a reassuring smile.

“Ready for the exam?” he asked, as if nothing had happened.

You nodded, feeling a wave of gratitude and relief wash over you. In that moment, it became even clearer: you didn’t need their approval.

You didn’t need anyone who didn’t truly see you. Oscar, standing beside you, had proven that.

As the exam started, you couldn't help but glance over at Oscar, who caught your eye and offered a small, reassuring smile.

Just as you started to return it, the teacher's voice rang out sharply, snapping at Oscar for breaking the silence.

“Mr. Piastri," the teacher called, "Focus, please."

You both exchanged a quick, amused glance, and despite the seriousness of the situation, you couldn’t help but laugh softly.

It felt comforting to share that light moment, even in the midst of an exam.

When the exam finally ended, you felt a strange but welcome sense of relief wash over you.

The pressure that had been building throughout the test seemed to dissipate, but it wasn’t just the exam that left you feeling lighter.

It was the unexpected feeling of hope that began to settle in your chest, a quiet but persistent belief that maybe things were starting to shift in a better direction.

You’d made it through the morning without feeling the urge to cry, made it through the struggle with your friends, and somehow, you were still standing. That alone felt like a small victory.

Oscar noticed the change in your demeanor almost immediately. He leaned over with a grin, his eyes bright and full of that easy confidence you had come to appreciate.

“Hey,” he said, “How about we grab some lunch? My friends are hanging out nearby, and you could meet them if you want.”

You raised an eyebrow at him, curiosity piqued.

“Your friends?” you asked, already knowing how different they must be from the ones you used to know.

Oscar’s grin widened, and there was a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Yeah, they’re not as bad as they look,” he teased. “I’m sure you’ll like them.”

A small part of you hesitated. Meeting new people was always a bit daunting, especially after everything you’d been through.

But the pull of Oscar’s company and the chance to get away from the weight of the day was too tempting to pass up.

Plus, after everything you’d been dealing with, it felt nice to take a chance on something—anything—that could offer a fresh start.

You followed him out of the classroom, the two of you chatting as you made your way to where his friends were hanging out.

When you arrived, they were gathered in a cozy corner of a nearby café, laughing and talking animatedly.

Oscar waved as he approached, his friends turning to greet him with wide smiles.

The introductions began smoothly, and you found yourself immediately drawn into the warmth of Oscar’s friends.

First was Logan, tall with broad shoulders and a casual confidence that was immediately apparent. His hair was a bit tousled, and his laid-back demeanor made you feel at ease right away.

He offered a firm handshake and a bright smile that lit up his face.

“Nice to meet you,” Logan said with a relaxed tone. “Oscar’s told us a lot about you.” His voice was easygoing.

Next was Arthur, a little quieter, yet no less inviting. With light, expressive eyes and a calm presence, he had a thoughtful gaze, as though he was taking in everything around him with care.

He gave you a warm smile, though it was a bit more reserved than Logan’s, and his mannerisms reflected a certain sincerity.

“It’s good to meet you. We finally get to meet the person Oscar’s been so worried about,” Arthur said jokingly, his French accent adding a certain charm to his words.

“I hope you’re enjoying the day so far.” His voice had a gentleness to it, and there was something grounding about his calm nature.

Finally, there was Lando. The moment he turned to face you, his playful grin was impossible to ignore.

With bright eyes and a mischievous spark, Lando had a presence that filled the room. His energy was contagious, and it seemed like he was always on the verge of cracking a joke.

As soon as he noticed you, he threw you a wink, clearly already preparing for some banter.

“Oscar’s lucky he has you here,” he said with a teasing smirk.

“Don’t let him get too full of himself, alright?” Lando’s quick wit and sarcastic humor made everyone around him laugh, and despite his cheeky comments, there was something charming and disarming about him.

His infectious energy made you feel like you could relax and have fun, as if you were already part of the group.

As you all sat down and began to talk, the conversation flowed effortlessly.

Oscar was the bridge, keeping things lighthearted and fun, but it was the warmth and openness of his friends that made the group feel comfortable to be around.

Logan was quick with stories about his latest adventures, while Arthur chimed in with dry humor and unexpected insights that had you laughing more than you expected.

Lando kept things moving with his endless jokes, keeping the vibe casual and light.

For the first time in what felt like ages, you didn’t feel like you were pretending to fit in. You weren’t on the outside looking in—you were part of the group, welcomed for who you were.

The walls you’d built up over time started to feel a little less necessary, and you found yourself genuinely enjoying the company of these new people.

They weren’t your old friends, but maybe that was a good thing. These were people who saw you, not the rumors or the mistakes others had decided defined you.

They saw you as you were—real, authentic, and ready to laugh.

By the time the afternoon ended, you realized that you hadn’t just made it through the day—you had genuinely connected with new people, and in doing so, you had found a piece of yourself that had been buried under the weight of everything else.

It was more than just a distraction; it was a new beginning.

As you parted ways with Oscar and his friends, a sense of quiet confidence settled in your chest. You didn’t need to cling to the past anymore, nor did you need the approval of the people who had abandoned you.

You were finding your place again, and with Oscar by your side, you knew that things could only get better from here.

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